by Lianne Burwell
The Director moved to her usual seat, opposite her three most troublesome
operatives. She was dressed in what she liked to refer to as her
"modified schoolmarm" outfit. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a
loose bun and a pair of completely unnecessary glasses were perched on
the end of her nose. She wore a demure white blouse... unbuttoned low
enough to catch a glimpse of a black lace bra. A black skirt fell to
below her kness... and was split up the side to almost her hips.
Stockinged feet were slipped into plain black shoes... with four inch
heels. In one hand she held a perfectly red apple. In the other a
yardstick.
The open response in Mac's eyes—and the carefully hidden response in
Victor's—were well worth the effort taken.
"Today I have an... interesting little assignment for you." She held up
the apple and studied it for a moment, then placed it on the table in
front of her. "Several couples have disappeared from a local nightclub.
In each case, one of the pair was involved in—or related to someone
involved in—some critical military research being done just outside of
town. No ransom demands have been received yet, but we expect it soon."
She lifted the cover off a tray sitting on the table. "Sushi, anyone?"
She picked up one of the seaweed-wrapped morsels and chewed on it,
thoughfully. She wasn't surprised when the three heads all shook 'No'.
Victor even looked a little green.
"To try and... nip this off before it becomes a real problem, we will
be sending two of you in undercover. One will be the son of the project
lead. All appropriate background has been planted, and the scientist has
agreed to play along."
"Great!" piped up Mac. "Li Ann and I will go in and see what we can
find..."
"What do you mean 'you and Li Ann'? If she goes in there with anyone, it
will be me!" Victor twisted in his seat to glare at the other man.
"Wait a minute! I might have some say here!" Li Ann glared at the two men
flanking her.
SLAP
The three slumped back in their seats at the sound of the yardstick
hitting the table.
"May I continue?" The Director asked, frost very evident in her voice.
The three nodded silently.
"Actually, there is... an added bit of information. The club in question
is 'The Gay Blade'."
Mac and Victor both paled.
"Ummm..." Mac looked at her warily. "Isn't that a... gay club? The...
ummm... one over on Fifth?"
"Very good, Mac," she purred. "Extra points for observation. It is
indeed. As a result, you and Victor will be going in undercover."
"A... gay club?!" Victor was starting to look more than a little green.
"Yes, a gay club. Do you have a... problem with that?"
Victor paled a little, remembering the Caligula, a sex club that the
Director was a founding member of. With his luck, she'd have a brother
who founded this place. "Ummm. No Ma'am."
"Good," she drawled. "And this time, I'll supply the outfits. The two
of you were an absolute disgrace at the Caligula." With that she handed
them the folders to read and left the room.
Li Ann promptly opened up her foldeer and started reading. Victor
shuddered at the thought of what the Director would give them to wear—
considering her choice in clothing it was sure to be... memorable—and
turned to Mac.
"Soooo. How is it that you know where this place is, Mac? Let along
know what it is."
Mac jumped, slightly. "Oh, no reason. I've just driven past it a couple
times. Seen people going in, coming out. That's all." Victor raised an
eyebrow. He could almost swear that Mac was blushing.
Li Ann looked up and frowned. "Wait a minute. You don't live anywhere
near there. What are you doing in that area at night?"
Both of Victor's eyebrows were migrating up towards his hairline now. Mac
was definitely blushing. Suddenly the evening was starting to look
very interesting indeed.
He opened up his folder and started reading.
Victor and Mac looked at each other. Both were tempted to laugh at the
other's outfit, except for the fact that they were equally... whatever.
Mac was wearing a pair of blue jeans, very old and very tight, with
nothing under them. The Director had threatened dire consequences if he
tried to sneak out with underwear on. The white silk shirt was open
almost all the way down and showed off a dark furred chest and two
brown nipples. It also showed off the blush that was creeping further
south all the time. The outfit was rounded off with a pair of well-worn
boots and a leather belt with a large, ornate silver buckle. The overall
effect was... dangerous and sexy as hell.
Victor was wearing a very different outfit. Brown leather pants moulded
to his legs and butt. His shirt was also a long-sleeved blouse, buttoned
all the way up in his case, but it was made out of a loose gold mesh that
didn't do much to hide the flesh underneath. A brown leather vest,
matching the pants, and pair of soft suede boots finished off the outfit.
He had also been warned against putting anything under the outfit.
The Director applauded as they turned so that she could admire their
outfits. "Very nice, boys. Very nice indeed. I think you'll fit in quite
well." Li Ann, standing next to her wearing her normal street clothes,
just smirked.
"There's just one item missing to complete your outfits." The Director
held out a velvet-covered box. Warily, Victor took it from her. Inside he
found a matched pair of gold earings. From one stud an "M" hung on a
short chain. From the other hung a "V". "It will make such a lovely
statement, each of you wearing the other's initial. After all, we do
want to make it obvious that you are a couple."
Mac backed away, shaking his head. "Uhn uhn. No way. Not going to happen."
She frowned at him. "Now, now, Mac. Do I have to call in Dobrinsky to put
it on you?" Mac shuddered, thinking of his main tormenter, a black man he
had once called a "walking steroid". He had paid dearly for that comment.
The man had once used a taser on him, for God's sake, as a joke.
Quickly he grabbed the "V" earing from Victor an inserted it into the
hole already in his left ear. Victor just sighed and followed suit with
the "M".
"There! Very attractive boys. Now get moving. Li Ann will watch from
outside the club. Oh, and boys..." They stopped and looked back. "All the
kidnapped couples visited the club's... back rooms before they were
taken. We don't know if they were taken from there, but it is a
possibility. It's also possible that those rooms are under surveillance,
so make it look good."
Mac's blush disappeared, as he went white instead. "You... can't be
serious..."
"I'm very," she said with a frown. "So... enjoy yourselves."
With that, the Director exited through a back door.
Victor stood next to Mac in the line to get into The Gay Blade. Obviously
the place was popular, since the lineup stretched well down the street
and the bouncer was turning away people who didn't meet some sort of
standard. Watching who went in didn't give him any indication what that
standard was. The Director would be... peeved if, after all this trouble,
they failed to even get in the door.
And Mac... Mac was obviously very nervous. More nervous than seemed
suitable for the situation. He was standing as close to Victor as he
could, which Victor put up with since they were supposed to be a couple,
after all. But he was also scanning the street and the crowd constantly,
almost like he expected to see someone he would recognize. Victor just
frowned at him.
Finally they reached the front of the line Victor was thankful that it
was a warm night, since the outfit he was wearing was not designed to
keep the wearer warm. Mac was hanging back as they stepped up to the
bouncer, a large bald man with the build of a football player and wearing
more earings in more places than Victor had ever seen in his life. And,
as an ex-cop, he had seen a lot. He opened his mouth to make their
pitch to get in when the bruiser looked past him and grinned.
"Macky! Long time no see!" He reached out and grabbed Mac by the arm and
pulled him into a bear-hug that might have cracked ribs. Mac gave him a
sickly grin. "So, Macky. Who's the cutie?"
"Ali, this is Victor. Vic, this is Ali."
The two men eyed each other. Ali appraising the pretty, but dangerous
moving man. Victor just wondering what the heck was going on.
"Niiiice. Looks like a keeper," Ali said, finally. "Go on in and have
fun."
"Thanks, Ali." Mac grabbed Victor's arm and dragged him through the door
before he could say anything.
Once inside, he was promptly hit by a barrage of sound, smell and sight.
The dance music was loud, with a heavy beat, and he could bare hear
anything over it. Strobe lights of various colors gave the crowded dance
floor an eerie stop-motion appearance. The smell of sweat, cigarette
smoke and smoke of a less legal variety overwhelmed the nose.
With his senses on overload, and his mind still reeling from finding out
that Mac was apparantly a regular here, Victor barely noticed as the hand
on his arm tugged him towards the bar. He didn't even really notice the
pats to his rear and quick gropes from people they passed by. All in all...
he was in shock.
At the bar, Mac was again hailed by name—this time by the bartender. He
ordered a couple of shooters and handed one to Victor. "Drink up. You
look like you could use it."
Victor swallowed the drink in a single gulp, exhaling sharply at the burn
as it went down. "So... come here often?"
Mac turned bright red. "Not really. Just once in a while when the last
thing I want is to be around a woman. Usually after She goes a little
over the top." Victor smiled at that. The Director was definitely
overwhelming at times. He could still see the embarassment on Mac's face
at the Caligula when she had pulled his hand to her breast to "admire"
the fine stitching on her dutch-made leather bustier. Faced with that
sort of treatment he would probably end up in a gay club for a drink
without having to deal with women.
Then he winced and reconsidered. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the
wrist of the man currently trying to grab his balls and gave it a twist.
There was a yelp, then the hand disappeared. He didn't bother turning
around.
"So, what are these 'back rooms' we are expected to visit?"
Mac looked away in embarassment, then turned back. "Places were two or
more people can go to... to... you know."
"Have you ever been back there?" Victor smirked. He was surprised when
Mac looked away and refused to say anything. He hadn't really expected
a 'Yes'—or an equivalent to that.
"Well, maybe we should...."
"No!" Mac jerked away, then relaxed again. "I mean... we don't want to jump
the gun. If we don't have to... They might not know that we're here yet...
Maybe we should just... dance? Or something."
Victor was finding this all very amusing. It was going to be years
before he let Mac live this one down. But he just nodded and let Mac lead
him out onto the dance floor.
Victor had always considered himself a decent dancer, but Mac shone out
on the dance floor. After a few minutes he had relaxed again and was
starting to draw a crowd of onlookers. Between dances they sat at the bar
drinking and chatting with some of the other patrons. Both got lots of
offers for dances—of various types—but they were all turned down.
After a couple hours of this, they were both sweating and pleasantly
buzzed. Victor had almost forgotten just what they were expected to do
there, but Mac hadn't. During a very brief lull in the music, he leaned
forward to yell in Victor's ear. "Time we went... out back, don'tcha think?"
He froze, suddenly very sober again, and then nodded. This was what
they were there for, after all. And he wasn't about to tell the
Director that he couldn't go through with an assignment.
Mac took him by the elbow and steered him towards an almost hidden door
on the other side of the dance floor. There were a few knowing smiles and
ribald jokes from guys who saw where they were headed, but that was all.
On the other side of the door was a non-descript hallway, much like the
ones you find in a mall behing the stores. The beat of the music was
muted as the door shut and they headed down the hall. A fair number of
doors opened on to the hall. Some were shut and Victor could hear moans
and shouts from behind them. A few door were open, and he caught glimpses
of flesh as they passed. An invitation rang out from one of the open
doors, but Mac just shook his head and kept moving. Finally they reached
an empty room and Mac pulled him in. While he looked around the room in
curiosity, Mac shut and locked the door behind them.
There were only two pieces of furniture in the room. The main item was a
king-sized futon bed. When Victor prodded at it, experimentally, he heard
the distinctive crackle of rubber sheets under the bed linens. He nodded,
realizing that it was more hygenic than letting... fluids soak into the
cotton mattress.
The other item was a chest, set up against a wall. Victor lifted the lid
and stared at the contentst. Inside was a large supply of lube and
condoms—various brands, flavors and types. Also, there was the largest
selection of sex toys he had ever seen outside of a police station
evidence lockup. He shifted his wight, uncomfortably, and realized that
he was blushing. He was also a little aroused, much to his surprise.
He jerked in surprise when he felt a pair of arms come around his waist,
and lips brush against his ear. Apparantly the alcohol had succeeded in
dealing with Mac's embarassment. Victor tensed up.
"Relax," came the whisper in his ear. "Remember, there may be cameras or
people watching." Victor nodded slightly, then spoke in a louder voice.
"I... I've never done... this before." It was certainly the truth, and
would prevent his reactions from looking suspicious to any hypothetical
watchers.
"Don't worry," Mac hummed back at him. "I have." I'll bet you have, Vic
thought to himself. At least someone knew what they were supposed to be
doing.
Competent hands turned Victor around and he was pressed against the wall
by a warm body. He opened his mouth to say something and Mac took
advantage of the parted lips. He was a very good kisser.
Trying to make it look good for any watchers, Victor closed his eyes and
kissed Mac back. It was interesting, he thought, kissing someone slightly
larger than himself. His girlfriends, few though they may be, were
usually smaller. He ran his hands up a silk-covered back and opened his
mouth a little wider.
Victor was starting to really enjoy this. He hadn't been with anyone
since Li Ann broke off their engagement and he was more than slightly
frustrated. He was sure that the frustration must be the reason why Mac's
touch was making him catch fire, but at this point he was inclined to
just let go and enjoy it. Besides, it was part of their cover story,
after all.
After a few minutes of kisses, slowly increasing in heat, Mac's hands
slid up his chest and slipped the vest off of his shoulders. The hands
then proceeded to fumble at the buttons of the mesh shirt. Deciding that
it wasn't fair to make Mac do all the work, Victor moved his hands,
which had been stroking Mac's back, and used them to tug the white silk
shirt out from the jeans. He slid his hands under the shirt to stroke at
the smooth back muscles, then moved them around to the front to undo the
few buttons there. Mac moved his hands from Victor's shirt buttons long
enough to let his shirt slide off, then finished the task of getting
Victor's upper body naked.
Once they were both bare from the waist up, Mac maneuvered them over to
the bed. As he was pushed down, Victor scanned the room. Out of the
corner of his eye he caught a flash of red from one of the mirrors that
adorned the walls and ceiling.
"Camera behind the mirror on the far wall," he whispered in Mac's ear.
"Got it. Now we really have to make it look good." With that, he
swooped in for another kiss while settling his weight down on Victor.
Victor was a little surprised to feel an erection pressing into him from
above. He's never even though of Mac as possibly being bi before—he
spent too much time chasing the ladies—but his familiarity with the
club meant that Victor might need to change his preconceptions.
Even more surprising, though, was his own erection. Just sexual
frustration, a bad case of blue balls, he told himself. He shrugged,
mentally, then threw himself into the act whole-heartedly.
In short order they were both naked and rolling around on the bed, a
tangled mass of arms, legs and lips. The first orgasm was fast and
intense. They lay there for a while, just panting, wondering what
happened next.
"Maybe a nap," Victor mumbled in Mac's ear. "Perhaps they waited until
they were asleep."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Mac muttered back, then shut his eyes
with a sigh.
When they woke, an hour or so later, they were still in the same room and
position as when they had shurt their eyes. They made a mutual—and
silent—decision to keep playing the scenario out, at least until the
end of the night.
Mac pulled Victor close to him again and started kissing him again.
Victor responded immediately, running his hands up and down the other
man's arms and sides. This time it was slow and gentle, the two men
moving against each other teasingly.
Then Victor froze as he felt a finger stroking down the cleft of his ass.
He pulled away for a second to look at Mac.
"Only if you're willing," was the quiet response. For once, Mac looked
deadly serious. "We don't have to, to make it look good." The finger
stroked across the pucker there. Victor moaned as the sensitive nerve
endings were stimulated, and was a little shocked to find himself nodding
permission.
He watched, mutely, as Mac stood up and went back to the chest. He
reached in and grabbed a packet of condoms and a tube of lubricant, then
came back to the bed. Was he really going to do this? His mind was saying
No, but his libido was shouting a definite Yes!
The fingers were back, this time slick, and they stroked in a soothing
pattern. One finger pushed, then penetrated. He focused on the feeling
for a moment and decided that he approved. He gripped at the finger with
his ass muscles to encourage it.
A second finger joined with first one, then a third. Mac continued to
kiss him the entire time, and his other hand was roaming, first tugging
at Victor's cock, then pinching at his nipples. By this point he was
going nuts, with a definite need for more singing through his body.
Finally, Mac's fingers were withdrawn and he was encouraged to roll onto
his back. He watched as Mac opened the condom and rolled it on, then
slicked his jacketed erection with more lube. Hands pulled him up onto
Mac's thighs, his legs slung over Mac's shoulders, and the erection was
poised to plunge in when the other man stopped.
"Are you sure? We don't have to..." Victor appreciated the concern, but
wasn't about to stop at this point. He reached out to grab Mac's butt and
pulled hard.
They both froze, as Mac slid partway in. Victor moaned in pain, certain
that he was being split in half. They both breathed deeply, for long
moments, as they both relaxed from the suddenness of the penetration.
Then, feeling the pressure ease, Mac started to move.
Victor moaned again, but this time it was not from pain. The friction
was sending shudders through his body and he couldn't help squirming from
the sensation. Then a slick hand moved to grasp his cock and started
milking it. With a scream, he started thrusting, first against the hand
that gripped him, then onto the erection that filled him. When he opened
his eyes, he could see the smirk on Mac's face. He knew the other man
wasn't going to let him forget this, but he didn't care anymore.
Between the unfamiliarity of the sensations and the pleasure they
brought, it didn't take long for Victor to climax. As his began to
recover his senses, he felt Mac freeze, and the other man's cock swelled
inside iside of him and it started to jerk, filling the condom.
They collapsed in a heap on the bed. Victor was idly wondering why he
hadn't tried this before. He also wondered where Mac had learned this. It
didn't seem like something a member of a Hong Kong crime family should
have learned. On the other hand, Mac had spent eighteen months in a
Hong Kong jail, but that did not seem like something that would encourage
further experimentation.
"So... was it good for you?" came the sarcastic voice in his ear.
"Don't fish for complements, Ramsey."
"That's what I thought." Mac pulled him into an almost possessive
embrace, and they slipped back into sleep.
When Victor woke up again, Mac was wiping them both clean with baby
wipes, found in the chest. "We should go back out to the bar."
"Probably." The quickly got dressed, suddenly not quite able to meet each
other's eyes. Vic winced slightly at the ache in his butt. Out in the
bar, they drank quietly until about closing time. Then they left and both
went to their seperate apartments.
Nothing happened during the rest of the evening.
"Good afternon, class." The Director sat facing her operatives, examining
their faces.
Li Ann looked the same as usual, if a little tired, as would be expected
after spending most of the night in her car outside the nightclub. Mac
and Victor, on the other hand... Interesting how they could look tired,
relaxed and confused as hell, all at the same time. They were also both
wearing dark glasses and appeared hung-over.
"Well, children, you will be glad to hear that, while you were...
entertaining yourselves last night, one of the agency's other teams
located and rescued the kidnapped men, as well as shutting down the
blackmail group that had snatched them. It seems that your little
excursion was not necessary. You are excused for the rest of the day, but
I expect to see you all, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, first thing
tomorrow morning."
The three stood, without a word, and filed out of the room. She watched
as they left, Mac and Victor following behind Li Ann, as usual. She
noted, though, that the two men were walking a lot closer to each other
than they usually did. She turned and switched on the security system and
watched as the trio walked through the hallway.
"So guys. Did you enjoy yourselves last night?'
"Not bad" And "Tolerable" were the responses to Li Ann's question.
"C'mon. What did you do all night?"
"Dance." "Drink."
"Actually, I quite enjoyed myself," said Victor, suddenly. "I might even
go back sometime."
There was a brief silence. "Might be interesting to do that without any
pressures."
"You two are joking, aren't you? Guys?"
The Director smiled, watching Li Ann chase after the two men—in a very
dignified way, of course. Then she turned to a viewscreen and re-cued the
video tape. She picked up the apple from the table and munched on it. She
would have to thank her friend at The Gay Blade, she thought to herself.
She smiled.
Who would have thought that Victor was so... flexible.
THE END
ood morning, boys and girls. Class will come to order."
April 1998
