Saturday Sips - Closely Guarded

Good morning! Havent done the Saturday Sips in a while so why not today? Here's a little from my novel I just finished. I'm editing it and submitting soon.


Agent BA Pointe aka Darien Moseley leads a double life. A musician by day and when not playing, an agent in a special organization called PROTEKT. He’s called upon to travel to Russia where he investigates the death of a dignitary and protects the son from Nikolay harm.

Kimball Emerson is BA's partner and joins him on the mission. The two men have been best friends for years and now going on this mission stirs up old feelings. Still they have a job to do but the emotions are running high.

Will the two complete the mission despite their attraction to one another?

Unedited excerpt

Just as he began to really enjoy the design, his eyes settled on the gorgeous man coming towards him with a rather stoic look on his face. Next to him, a tall, lanky, brunette of male variety, dressed in a black suit and holding his hand.

“Gentlemen and lady, please meet Nikolay and his partner Ivan.”

Damn.

Both men were extremely beautiful. They bowed their heads slightly forward. BA accepted the handshake of Ivan first then took his time with Nikolay. The son smiled and raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”

That voice, alto and with the heavy Russian accent caused goose pimples to form on Darien’s arms and legs. God this man was so gorgeous. The pictures did him no justice. Green eyes, blond hair, feathered at the top and straight at the ends. He seemed a little short especially compared to his partner and even to Darien who wasn’t tiny at five nine. He wore a black suit but his tie was undone.

“BA Pointe, Sir. It’s lovely to meet you,” Darien smiled and held onto his palm a little longer than he was supposed to.

“You as well, Mr. Pointe.”

They finished the introductions and greetings. Nikolay fixated his eyes on Darien a little more, drawing up his pouty lips and smiling at him. “Let us take a seat please. Would anyone like anything to drink?”

All proceeded to do as Nikolay asked.

Nadiya returned with a small cart to serve them all.

Darien sat next to Kimball directly across from Nikolay.

Oh this would be especially hard to keep himself under control even though he promised the chief and the others he would.

The man is too delicious to ignore.

Wednesday Briefs # 13

Good morning! Wednesday briefs from me once again. Let's get away from the Professor and do something from my latest finished story, Closely Guarded. 

A little scene without removing clothes.

Unedited

Kimball rubbed his shoulder and placed his arm around him. “I just wanted you to know just in case somethin’ happens to us, okay? I’m feelin’ real sappy right now!”


BA drew up his lips. “Yeah thanks for that! So I lost out a chance to be with you because of stupidity!”


Kimball smiled wryly. “You didn’t lose out on anything, babe,” he winked. “We both kind of blew it. Remember the time after the jewelry heist? The first time we kissed?”


“Yeah?”


“I wanted to go further with it but I just couldn’t. I…care for Mike too much to cheat but I ain’t gonna say I haven’t thought about it.”


BA shook his head and quickly got up from the sofa. So many emotions running through him right now. Nikolay and his proposition, Kimball and his admission. “Look um, we need to do some work so I can forget about whatever the hell is goin’ on right now. Between you and Nikolay I’m ready to go to the nearest bar and just find someone to fuck my cares away!”


Kimball laughed, “Yeah but that’s what got ya here in the first place. Alone, with nothin’ to show for it.” The agent got up and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him like a rag doll. “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt in the beginning. I should’ve but, you should’ve done it too. Things mighta been different.”


BA nodded, “Yeah, like I said, I blew it.” He shrugged away and walked backwards. “I need a cigarette right now, Kim. Go on and start without me and as soon as I relax, I’ll join ya’ in looking through these tapes.”


Kimball stared at him blankly and stepped closer. In one move, he grabbed BA’s face and kissed him roughly.


The moment their mouths connected, BA lost focus and dead on his feet. Without thinking, he reciprocated and gripped a handful of Kimball’s dreads. “Stop this, damnit. No, Kim…”


“Can’t help it!” He sighed into his embrace and locked lips with him again.


Damn!


BA’s first mind told him to wrestle himself out of this man’s arms and run out but he wanted this, needed this from his best friend. Already aroused, BA lay limp in Kimball’s arms and let him take the lead. Damn Mike. Kimball didn’t let up. He continued assaulting BA with his affections; kissing, groping, tangling tongues with BA making him breathless. His cock strained against -his jeans, leaking precum. The pressure built in his groin.


“Oh Jesus, Kim…please.” BA wrapped his arms around his neck for support.


“Damn, BA.” Kimball pulled back and stared at him starry eyed. “I’m…sorry man. I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a long time.”


BA exhaled and gulped hard. “Me too. Uh…”


Kimball ran his hands over his forehead and moistened his lips. “Yeah, let’s get to work, man and maybe…”


“We could pick it up later?” BA asked with promise and adjusted himself. Damn Kimball and Nikolay for leaving him amped up this whole day.


I need to get laid!


“Yeah…perhaps…” Kimball released a heavy sigh and headed back for the desk to his laptop.


BA couldn’t take his eyes off his handsome partner. “Um, I’m gonna go have a smoke, okay? I’ll be back.”


“Yeah…you do that. Don’t stay away to long and stay away from Ivan’s man!”


What? BA shook his head and left up in a hurry. What the fuck was going on right now? Nikolay throws himself at him and Kimball admits to having the hots for him and does the same. Am I just that irresistible? He smiled to himself and stepped out the backdoor, pulling his Marlboro’s out his pocket. BA lit one and blew smoke in the air. “What now?”


Yes, what now? Nikolay and Kimball were both on his mind. Now that’s a ménage I wouldn’t mind having!


But that wasn’t the option, at least not right now. He wanted both men, one he’d loved for years but again, Mike stood in the way of happiness.


Time to get this murder solved!

MA Church m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Nephylim m/m

MC Houle m/m

Lily Sawyer m/m

Closely Guarded, COMPLETE!

Finally first draft is done on Closely Guarded. Really excited. I'm going to let it sit a while and fester before I return to it. 

Since I didn't do Saturday Sips, how about a small sample?

Unedited


The woman said nothing and quickly left the room, slamming the door behind her.

BA turned to Kimball. “You buyin’ her act?”

“Not for a second. Her lover, Boris Metrikov is mighty interesting. He had ties to one of the Russian mobs but was never convicted of any crimes. Why weren’t we able to bring him in for questioning?”

“Dunno, man. Seemed like Brenda would’ve seen that in Borvetta’s file.”

BA took a seat at the table and continued to read her rap sheet. Convictions: Theft, assault and battery, disturbing the peace. She’s a real winner isn’t she?

“There should be a file here for him too, right? I mean, seems to me that should’ve been a no brainer.”

“Yeah.” Kimball plopped down in the chair next to him. “She’s slippin’, man. We need to go to the authorities and get that since he’s not part of the Freedom Party. Should be pretty easy too since the police are willing to cooperate.”


“Yeah… too bad we can just bring this lady in on my hunches.” BA massaged his temples and closed his eyes. “We really need to draw these fuckers out their hiding places. We’re gettin’ nowhere right now!”

“I know. The chief is gonna want a report soon too. We really don’t have anything yet.”

“Well, were gonna have to do something to move this along by luring them to Nikolay. No question they want him dead because they don’t want him to take over the Freedom Party.”

“Right.”

“So, we should give them a shot at killin’ him once again.”

“What? Kimball cocked an eyebrow. “You mean give them a free shot at him?”

“Not really him, Kim. An imposter. In the meantime, we need to move Nikolay to a safe place.”

“And how will we find someone to play him?”

BA smirked and propped his combat boots on the table in front of him. “You remember Nikolay talked about being part of the fashion world? That means, he knows some hot model, male or female that can pose for him.”

“Oh yeah, liking your angle there B, keep talkin’.”

“So if we can get the model in and smuggle Nikolay out. Then we make sure Borvetta and company know that he’s at home with Ivan alone.”

Kimball stroked the fine brown hairs on his chin and nodded, “I like that. Are we gonna tell Ivan about this whole plan?”

“We’ll let him in on part of it. After talking to Petrev earlier I’ve pretty much crossed that ass off the list. To be on the safe side, we’ll still keep Nikolay’s location secret. I’m sure he has plenty of friends who can put him up for a couple of days.”

“This sounds like a great idea, B. We need to bring Brenda in to tell her…”

BA grabbed Kimball’s arm. “We’ll let her in on a little. Even though Petrev passed our questions, I still wanna keep it a secret from him.”

“He’s gotta help though, B.”

“I’ll tell them we gotta plan but that’s as far as I’ll go.”

Kimball nodded and took his hand. “You got that same feeling I got don’cha friend? Someone’s telling the conspirators about our moves. Someone knew about Nikolay’s change of plans…”

“And Nadiya had to have told someone that Nikolay was alone. She didn’t act on her own either.” BA stared at Kimball blankly. No wonder the two of them had been best friends for so long. They thought too much alike.

“Yep, let’s get outta here so we can get this all planned out with Nikolay. I don’t like being around this place right now.” Kimball stood up as did BA.

Quickly, they grabbed the folders and made their way down the hallway, not bothering to stop to find Brenda. Something told BA Brenda wasn’t there anyway.

Once they made it outside, BA began putting pieces together in his head. Brenda slippin’, no file on Mertikov, Borvetta’s lover…

“C’mon, B. Let’s get in the car!”

BA snapped out of it at the sound of Kimball’s voice.

Quickly, Kimball opened the door and got it. Before he started the ignition, he stopped a moment and yelled. “No, don’t!”

* * * *
Hope that intrigued you a little. :D Wish me luck on my submission for this in the next couple of weeks.

Monday Mornin Muse

Good evening! I'm a little late with the posts but better that than never.

I've managed to find some very nice pictures, royalty free to represent characters in stories.

This one I'm using for Nikolay Chereskov for Closely Guarded and guess what kiddies, 

this one is almost done! WOOT!

Should finish this evening and when I send it to my beta and editor, 

I hope for it to be published by late 2012 early 2013!

Wish me Luck!

Saturday Sips - Closely Guarded

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Monday Mornin Muse

Greetings fans! 

In a bit I'll announce my winner for the blog hop but in the meantime, how about my muse for Nicolay in Closely Guarded?

This is Nick Rhodes, keyboardist for Duran Duran. He plays Nicolay Chereskov in Closely Guarded, the son of the Russian political figure. 

I've finally started working on this story again in hopes of finishing very soon!

To read a little about it click here 

Monday Mornin Muse

Good morning! Monday mornin' muse here again. 

And we have a good one.

Of course the man pictured is Jason Momoa but he plays my secondary character, Kimball in Closely Guarded. He'll have his own story too right after I finish Darien's part. *laughs*

Ah the life of a writer. I hope to get this done during the summer. That story is three quarters of the way done! 

Want to see more about how much we love Jason?

Check out BL's post today about our perfect muse!

Blak Rayne

Saturday Sips - Closely Guarded

My muse for Nicolay, Nick Rhodes

Greetings all.


Here is a little from my novel that's yet to be finished but I'll be getting back to it soon.


Agent Darien Moseley leads a double life. A musician by day and when not playing, an agent in a special organization called PROTEKT. He’s called upon to travel to Russia where he is to investigate the death of a dignitary as well as protect the son from harm.

That dignitary’s son is intrigued by the prospect of meeting an American. His boyfriend, Ivan is jealous about this and due to his behavior, Darien is suspicious about his involvement.

The two square off for Nicolay’s love while trying to catch the killer and keep him safe from harm.

Here is the Sip

Moscow

Son of the fallen leader, Nikolay chose to spend the evening after viewing the body of his father alone till his man got through with his security meeting. Many of Alexander’s comrades offered to stick by and keep him company, even Borvetta who he couldn’t stand had said she’d stay and talk with him while he grieved.

Of course he declined. No way would she be any source of comfort to him at this difficult time. The only person that would make him feel better other than his father or mother would be Ivan. Nikolay concluded he much rather spend this time looking through old pictures and thinking of the good times he enjoyed as a child.

A stack of five albums sat on the coffee table in front of him along with a bottle of Scotch that he continued to sip on with Coca Cola as the chaser. The box of tissues sat next to him on the couch while he perused the photos of happier times with Mom and Dad alive.

A colorful picture of him and Dad in the gardens behind the house, playing catch while Nikolay was in his teens, another with his mom wading in the family pool as she tried to teach him how to swim. He never finished learning either since not too long after, she found out about the pregnancy of his younger brother and died shortly thereafter.

The young man wiped his face of the moisture while rubbing his already irritated nose. His head throbbed from all of the sobbing and the vision of the holes in his father’s skulled popped in and out of his mind’s eye.

“Curse you God!” He threw the book across the room, upset about not being able to enjoy more time with his dad; the only man that understood him other than Ivan, who appreciated him for his talents in photography and poetry without using his sexual orientation against him.

Everyone in the party knew of their relationship and they used this against him repeatedly saying no ruler of Russia can have a gay heir. For this, young Nikolay resented them and vowed never to be close with any of this people. He’d already informed his dad that he wouldn’t be taking his place as the leader which saddened him but he knew why. What would possess him to work along with these mongrels who thought a man loving another man was a mental disease?

At the tender age of twenty-three, Nikolay Chereskov, full of rage and hatred would be responsible for carrying on his father’s legacy in some capacity. He hoped the Americans that were on their way to the country would be able to catch the enemies that killed his “poppa.”

To lessen the pain of his loss, he fixed another drink and sipped it slowly. The burn, felt in his throat made its way to his chest, making him feel warm inside while causing him to wince. Not wanting to look at anymore photos, he got up from the sofa and made his way back over to the window to watch for Ivan’s car to pull up in the driveway. He really did think seeing the family in times of joy would soothe the pain but now Nikolay knew it only worsened it. Bottom line, he wanted his father back and since that wasn’t possible, he’d be better just recounting the memories.

“Father.” The son’s heart ached and his eyes still full of tears. The first notification of the news seemed to be a lot easier but with the body back home in Mother Russia, the grim reality came to the forefront. “You were such a great man.” The young man’s hand trembled and he steadied his glass with the other. “Whoever has done this to you, I wish them hell for the rest of their existence. It will take a lot for me not to do what is needed to avenge your death, my poppa. I hope the American’s are competent enough to find your killers. He finished his beverage and closed his eyes while he tapped his feet on the hardwood floor beneath his feet.

“Смерть вам отморозки!” (Death to you scumbags!) Quickly he turned and threw the tumbler glass into the fireplace, sending the flames to rise in the hearth.

He made a fist until his fine manicured nailed pierced his palm. Nikolay grit his teeth, suddenly feeling more anger than grief. “Argh!” He gripped his blond strands and began to pull at them, causing himself anguish. Again, he tightly lowered his lids and allowed the tears to flow from them.

“Nikolay!”  Ivan called out and rushed into the study.

Only then did the man open his eyes to behold his lover. He held open his arms and cried openly. “Ivan! Oh Ivan, Моя любовь, мой герой.” (My love my hero.)

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Saturday Sips - Closely Guarded

Good morning!


My hot muse, BA and I will be getting back together soon, In the meantime, here is a little snip from my abandoned WIP.
I this scene, you see him in his other profession before he slips into secret agent mode. 

Chapter Two

“Nope, nope.” Salvi Johann, screamed at the top of his lungs. “That just ain’t right. I told you I like this melody better.” He began to strum on his guitar.

Darien Moseley rolled his eyes and shook his head. He really loved being in the band, but all their insane changes irked him. They were his best friends though, other than Kimball and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“Fuck, is anything ever good for you,” Ira Passe, smirked. He turned his attention back to Darien. “Hey, yo Dari, chime in and tell this fucker the note works. Just needs a little adjusting.”

Darien sighed and stomped his foot. “Look, I ain’t gettin’ in the middle of you two’s fight right now. I don’t have the energy. Its only one flippin’ note. Let’s just decide on this already, okay?” The drummer tapped the head of his drum with the stick before stepping on the pedal. He counted with the sticks, “One, two, three,” and started playing their latest tune, Fainted.

Being in the jazz outfit, Muse, gave him the freedom to come and go as he pleased. No one knew his actual spy alias, BA Pointe, except for those in the organization.

To keyboardist/guitarist, Ira and bassist, Salvi, Darien is only their best bud, who had an ear for great music and unlimited talent. They’d known each other for years, forming Muse right after they finished middle school. The jazz quartet, always known as more of a local band, made pretty good money and released all the albums on their own label Musictime.

Darien always insisted they stay somewhat small so he’d protect his cover. The two of them thought he only wanted that because he was shy; that’s the excuse he used anyway.

Salvi and Ira managed to follow Darien’s lead, hitting all the notes in tune for their next show at a small club in Brooklyn called, Ned’s House. They were about to release their new EP and were in the midst of performing a new song they’d be including on that recording.

While he banged on the drums, he felt his phone vibrate on his hip. It tickled and he couldn’t stop to answer since he continued his parts.

Darien knew who rang. He smiled, thinking to himself how great it would be to get out in the field again and away from Salvi and Ira who weren’t just his band mates and friends. The two were lovers who always fought in and out of the bedroom. 

The timing totally worked perfectly; he’d be going on assignment, working with Kimball again who he hadn’t seen in a couple of weeks, as well as a chance to meet the dignitary’s son but only if he decided to join his father in New York.

Salvi and Ira could continue to promote and distribute the album while he tried his best to find out more about Nikolay Chereskov and do the job he loved almost as much as drumming.  

When he went on these missions, he always referred to a family member or “partner” that he’d be spending time with. Since they were both so into themselves and one another, they never questioned him on it.

The moment he finished, he ran out the room, wiping his head with a towel and drinking a bottle of water. He told the guys he’d be taking a personal call and may take more than just a few minutes to do so.

He locked the door behind him and plopped on the couch, dialing the Chief back. “Yeah, boss. I know, you want me to…”

Chief cleared his throat to interrupt. “Darien, there’s been a change of plans. I need you at the meeting’s site right away.”

Darien finished his beverage. “What? Why…I’m…”

“Alexander’s been murdered! Now please, you need to be here so I can talk with you and Kimball.”

He gulped hard and squeezed the plastic. “I’m on my way.” Quickly, he pressed the button and threw the rag on the couch.  “Ira, Salvi, I got an emergency. I gotta go!” The agent didn’t wait to answer his two friends. He knew he’d have more explaining to do when he got back but for now, he had to follow orders.

The drive over to the empty warehouse on the other side of Manhattan normally took an hour but the urgency of the manner caused Darien to speed up. The New York police knew not to stop the black Jaguar for going over the speed limit; they had tried a couple of times but Darien always showed them his badges.

Quickly he parked behind what looked to be an abandoned building in the second space next to Kimball’s red Camaro. Despite this situation, Darien couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’d be seeing his best bud again.

Jogging up five steps, he pressed his code in and removed his identification card to place on the scanner. Immediately, it opened, to a posh, modern hallway, carpeted and decorated in black and gold, leading to a set of wooden doors. He opened them and right away, the eyes of the Chief, Kimball, and other top agent, Brenda met his.

“What’s up man?” Kimball got up from his seat. His long brown dreads trailed him as he hugged Darien tightly.

“Hey dude. Been missin’ ya!” Darien reciprocated and lay his head on Kimball’s shoulder. The smells of his cologne and hair products intoxicated the agent to the point of dizziness.

Damn.

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Under the Gun gets Contracted and UPDATES

Greetings all. 

This is Michael, speaking to you directly for the first time in a while. Busy with posts, blog tours, writing and promoing I hardly have time to just let you know whats going on, but tonight I'm taking that opportunity.

Over the weekend I spoke to one of the masterminds behind No Boundaries Press about a story I worked out earlier in the year called Under the Gun. It was for a subcall I answered from another pub and I really wanted to find a home for it.

Well, I queried which is something I usually don't do without finishing the story and they liked it and accepted it! WOOT!


So now my muse, David Taylor aka Camdyn Hardy will get a voice along with Malik Day aka Tyson Beckford. Over the weekend, I'll share a little bit with you in the Saturday Sips. Also, my free read will return too.


In other news, I sent in a submission for Captain of his Heart to a publisher fingers crossed on that and for those of you wondering, I didn't finish Nano on time but Closely Guarded should still be finished this month. 32k in and we have about 10-15k to go. 


Also, the Professor didn't make the cut for pub I sent it to but it is on the lists for revise/edits that happen in the new year. Vertigo and True Meaning Two are in full scale edit mode with Sizzler and XOXO respectively. Hopefully both will be released in late Dec Early January.


Well, thats it for now. Make sure you stay tuned hear for more great guests and reads. My next guest is Lily Sawyer. 


Have a good night!

NaNo's Eve - Closely Guarded

Good Evening!

Welcome to Michael's on Halloween or really, NaNoWriMo Eve. 

Sharita and I are about to embark on our 2nd NaNo together. For those who don't know, NaNo is a writing event. Write a 50k novel in 30 days. Whew!

Sound like a lot? Well actually when you break it down by day, its about 1667 words per day average. Can you do that per day? Can you just write and not worry so much about edits?

Last years experience, we wrote 63K on African Sun 2 which is on the way to my editor at some point. It can be done! Put your mind to it and you can achieve! *grins*

This year, we're doing Closely Guarded, our gay say suspense novel of sorts based on a fictional organization called PROTEKT and the murder of a Russian Dignitary. Of course, I have to always pick models and for this, my MC is Ryan Paevey. *licks lips* When I saw this pic, I knew he would be perfect for the main role. Sexy, smart, emotional, and tough! 

Its a menage too, based on a fan fic short I wrote that always begged for more story and well this is the perfect opportunity to finish it.

Wow, I'm looking forward to see what we can come up with. This while finishing up a short for BL as well as edits on Vertigo. Did I mention Sharita is married with kids? 


OOH BOY!


Should be interesting. Cheer us on. Watch the word counter on the right. We'll be starting back at 0 so ignore the 5k. We might use that, maybe not. We shall see!

Also, BL will be here hosting as i'll be at BLRawiyas with the XOXO gang. I know you guys will have fun so make sure to continue viewing the blog.

Have a great evening!

Six Sentence Sunday - Closely Guarded

(My model for Chief Westcott)

I featured a bit last Sunday as well as the sip yesterday and here's a little more.

Nicolay continued to shed tears. His younger brother was lost during childbirth as was his mother, Oksana. His aunts and uncles, even his grandmother disowned him because of his sexual orientation. 

All he had was Ivan.

“I know someone killed him because he wanted democracy, and most likely, they didn’t like that he was an open minded person with new ideas.”

“He was good man, Nic; all were jealous of his success and all he did to bridge the gap between Russia and the rest of the world.”

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Six Sentence Sunday - Closely Guarded

Greetings people!

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday.

Today. i'm doing six from my new WIP, Closely Guarded. I previewed it in the sip and now here are a few sentences.

Within moments of his last words, a gunshot rang out from the balcony, catching Alexander in the center of his head.  He went down with a thud and immediately, people in the first two rows ran to him screaming in their native tongues.

 His right hand man, Demetriv, held him in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.  “No, Alexander, no, oh my God!”

 The blood trickled from his forehead on down to the collar of his shirt.

Others continued to cry out in Russian, looking on as security and medics ran in to check out the scene. 


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Sue Brown
Xakara
Karenna Colcroft
Cassandre Dayne
Angel Martinez
Julie Lynn Hayes

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Saturday Sips - Closely Guarded

Good afternoon and welcome to teh Saturday Sip here at Michael's.


I'm very excited about the new novel I'm working on. Its a mystery suspense full of action and of course, hot man on man.


The story is called Closely Guarded. 


Here is a brief blurb.

Agent Darien Moseley leads a double life. A musician by day and when not playing, an agent in a special organization called PROTEKT. He’s called upon to travel to Russia where he is to investigate the death of a dignitary as well as protect the son from harm.

That dignitary’s son is intrigued by the prospect of meeting an American. His boyfriend, Ivan is jealous about this and due to his behavior, Darien is suspicious about his involvement.

The two square off for Nicolay’s love while trying to catch the killer and keep him safe from harm.

****

Moscow, Cherkesov Residence

Почему меня! Почему это случилось с ним (“Why me, why did it have to happen to him?”) Nicolay Cherkesov sat on the sofa of his home in Moscow, sobbing after hearing the news of his father’s death. The twenty- three year old was left at home because of the security concerns. He’d begged his father not to go but being the man he was, he refused to be a coward and stay in Russia.

Там есть, любовь. Я знаю, вы не хотите его оставить, но он должен был, как видите. Он должен был продолжать быть сильным, даже перед коммунистической партии. (“There there, love. I know you didn't want him to leave but he had to, you see. He had to continue to be strong even in front of the communist party.”) Ivan Tetiukov, his boyfriend of two years, held onto his shoulders, caressing it through his shirt. They’d met at a party that celebrated the fall of communist rule. His father was Alexander’s guard and he was Nicolay’s. It didn’t take long for them to become more than friends.

Nicolay continued to shed tears. His heart ached since he had no family.  His younger brother was lost during childbirth as was his mother, Oksana. His aunts and uncles, even his grandmother disowned him because of his sexual orientation. All he had was Ivan.

“I know someone killed him because he wanted democracy, and most likely, they didn’t like that he was an open minded person with new ideas.” He spoke in broken English.

Ivan caressed his man’s shoulders, gripping them tightly through his jacket. “He was good man, Nic. All were jealous of his success and all he did to bridge the gap between Russia and the rest of the world.”

“Yes…” he shook his head, reaching for Kleenex. “And that is what they did not like. He made Russia relevant!” His eyes watered a little more as he grasped Ivan tighter. “I only have you now, my love. “

Ivan smiled, pulling Nicolay’s chin to face him. “I’m all you need, my sweet.” He kissed him lightly on the lips. “Now, I must do everything more to keep you safe. The counsel has suggested that we call someone from the outside to assist. This I am not too happy about, but…whatever will have to be done to keep you alive, I will put my ego to the side.”

Nicolay turned to look at his mate, taking his brown curly hair into his palm. He tugged it, yanking him in for a deep kiss. He tangled his tongue with his, pressing his body against Ivan’s, driving him to the couch cushions. “I love you, Ivan. I feel so safe in your arms. I don’t need anyone to protect me but you.”

Ivan nodded, exhaling, running his fingers through Nicolay’s blond hair. His brown eyes met Nicolay’s greens. “Ah but, my love, they will want to hurt me as well. Guilt by association. For that reason, I would want someone else to be here to take care of both of us. You father’s foes were in many places. We need more sets of eyes than just mine, yes?”

Nicolay bent his head slightly, agreeing with what Ivan said. “Yes, I guess you are right, моя любовь. (My love). These people they are calling on, who are they, exactly?”

“Some agents form Western Europe called PROTEKT. They are said to be the best in security and crime solving. The counsel will be in touch with their chief of staff in the morning.”

Nicolay lay on his man’s chest, dragging his nails across his lapel. He breathed in the scent of Ivan’s cologne and body scent, sighing as it intoxicated him.

Ivan was still talking but Nicolay had other ideas on his mind. The grief over his father’s assassination could only be remedied by his man’s touch. “Ivan,” he interrupted him. “We talk more, about this tomorrow. I need you now, my love. I need your Толщина внутри меня. (thickness inside me.) Please lover.”

Ivan smiled wryly, allowing Nicolay to guide him off the couch. They walked up the staircase, on their way to Nicolay’s room.

Nicolay needed this now, in order to forget the horrible events of the day. He'd been on edge regarding his father’s trip and now with that behind him, he needed a distraction to get him through the days ahead when he’d lay the great Alexander Chereskov to rest.


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