Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2016 08:31:21 +0100
From: Adam Stewart <stewad18@gmail.com>
Subject: On The Run

On the Run
By Adam Stewart

1.

Ben slowly gathered his belongings together. The tide was coming in and the
afternoon sun was going down. He'd come down to this sleepy Cornish
sea-side village to recuperate from the injury he'd received when he was
run over by a hit and run driver in London. He still wasn't sure whether it
was a deliberate attempt to kill him or not. Fortunately, his reactions
were fast and he got away with a broken leg which had now healed but was
still painful, plus his back had been put out. He was now thirty-five and a
detective inspector with the London Met, working on high level cases
involving the scum of London's crime community so it was quite likely that
some gangster or other was after his blood. Just prior to the hit and run,
he'd been instrumental in putting away a gang of nasty creatures but he
knew one was still at large so it was quite possible that it was that guy
who wanted him dead.

He was good at his job and preferred working alone which was why there was
nobody to witness the hit and run whilst he was out one night tracking a
criminal who'd caused havoc in the City over a period of time. After his
accident, the Met had looked after him, paid for good medical attention and
given him six months paid leave to recuperate. He'd decided to get away
from London to the peace and quiet of Cornwall. Even his boss didn't know
where he'd gone just in case there was a leak inside their department,
which wouldn't be the first time. Money talked and they'd experienced
previous cases of inside information being leaked out to the criminal
classes in return for money.

Ben still kept in contact with his boss on an irregular basis by email but
the system hid his IP address just in case a criminal was trying to track
him down. He also lived alone and had few friends, none of them close. When
he wanted sexual gratification, he picked up guys in bars, clubs and saunas
but was wary all the time and never took guys back to his place. If
necessary, he used a hotel room to avoid compromising his security.

Both his parents had been killed in a boating accident many years before so
he'd been left their two bed apartment in Kensington. He loved the area and
although it was expensive, he had no mortgage on the apartment so managed
easily on the high salary that he earned.

As he was collecting his bits together, he noticed out of the corner of his
eye a guy slowly walking along the seashore. He'd seen him earlier and had
admired his slim athletic body. The small cove was empty apart from Ben and
this guy and what particularly attracted him to Ben was that he was walking
along the golden sand in bare feet holding his trainers and a jacket over
his arm. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a T shirt which
hugged his body. Ben was conscious that his own tight fitting speedos were
showing how interested he was and he had a feeling the guy was also
interested in him. Having packed his small beach bag he gathered up the rug
he'd been lying on and went to walk back to the one bed bungalow he'd
rented that overlooked the sea. As he started walking on the soft sand, his
leg gave way and his belongings went flying to the ground as did he.

"Fuck" he cried as he tried to get up.

"Here, let me help you" the young guy said who'd rushed to Ben's aid and
gently lifted him to his feet.

"Fuck; you got here quickly" Ben grinned somewhat amazed at the sudden
presence of the guy beside him.

"I need to have quick reflexes in my job and I had a feeling you were
having difficulties as you got up."

"Thanks; you're right; I'm recovering from a hit and run accident and this
fucking leg keeps on giving way and my back hurts like hell on occasions."

"Let me take your bag and the rug so you can lean on my arm."

"You're very kind."

"It's my middle name" the guy laughed as he picked up Ben's belongings and
held his arm out for him to hold.

"What's your name?" Ben grinned, "Mine's Ben".

"Ryan; pleased to meet you Ben."

Ben noticed a twinkle in Ryan's eye and immediately took a fancy to him. He
also had a distinct impression that the guy was gay which was an added
advantage.

"I've only got to get to the bungalow over there so not far" Ben said as he
grabbed Ryan's arm and they slowly made their way on the sand up to the
road that ran between the front of his bungalow and the beach.

"I know" Ryan grinned.

"I see; been spying on me have you" Ben laughed.

"You could say that; would you mind if I did?"

"Mm, probably not" Ben grinned rather enjoying the company of the gorgeous
guy he'd eyed earlier. Now he was close by, he estimated him to be much the
same age as him. In fact, Ryan was just a year younger.

When they reached the bungalow, Ben unlocked the door and invited Ryan
inside. "I'm really grateful for your assistance; dump the bag and the rug
down there. Can I get you a drink of tea or wine if you'd prefer?"

Ryan said he'd love a drink of wine so told Ben to sit down whilst he did
the honours. Having found a bottle of white wine in the fridge, he poured
two glasses and gave one to Ben.

"I should really change out of these" Ben grinned indicating his speedos,
"I feel somewhat underdressed compared to you."

"Don't on my account; I rather like the view and I could always remove some
clothing if you wished" Ryan grinned.

Ben enjoyed the obvious come-on which confirmed his suspicion that Ryan was
gay. "Cheers, and thanks once again for coming to my rescue."

"You're more than welcome. So, did the police catch the bastard who tried
to kill you."

"No we didn't."

"We?" Ryan replied with emphasis on the `we'; would it be safe to say that
you're a member of the police force?"

"Fuck" Ben muttered having realised his mistake.

"Don't worry; I'm hiding from a similar situation. Some fucker I've been
chasing for months is trying to kill me; hence the reason why I came down
here to get away from London for a while.

"So you're in the police too."

"Secret service to be precise although I'm freelance now; makes better
money and enables me to do the job how I want rather than having some
office bound idiot tell me how to operate in the field."

"Lucky you" Ben smiled, "I'm a detective inspector in the London Met but to
be fair they've looked after me very well following this attempt on my
life."

"So you think it was a deliberate attempt to kill you."

"Yeah, fairly certain; I've no doubt got several criminals after my blood
having been instrumental in putting a large number away so it could be
someone I've not yet caught or a mate of one who's inside doing time."

"Or one who's been released recently. Let's face it, we work our butts off
to put the bastards behind bars for some judge to give them just a few
years."

"True" Ben grinned rather enjoying the company of his new friend. "Where
are you staying?"

Ryan said he didn't have anywhere to stay since he'd only arrived in
Cornwall earlier that day so Ben invited him to stay at the bungalow until
he'd decided where to go. "It's only got one double bedroom though" he
grinned, "but if you didn't want to share, there's always the sofa."

"Mm, not sure that sofa looks particularly comfortable" Ryan grinned "so
I'll accept the offer of the bed if that's okay with you."

Ben nodded and felt the large organ inside his speedos jump up a
notch. "I'd better get out of these" he said and attempted to stand
up. Ryan rushed over to him and grabbed his arm seeing his leg about to
give way.

"Want a hand?" he grinned as he led Ben into the bedroom.

"Think I can manage" Ben chuckled but was tempted to say yes.

"I ought to collect my car from the car park before some fucker steals
it. I noted there's a garage; is it empty?"

Ben said it was as he'd left his car at home because his leg caused him too
much pain to drive at present so had come down by train. Ryan said that was
perfect because he didn't want to leave his car parked on the street just
in case he'd been followed, although he was fairly sure he hadn't since
he'd done various diversions on the way and exchanged the second-hand car
he'd bought in London for another on the way down. Whilst Ben changed out
of his speedos into a pair of shorts and a T shirt, Ryan walked to the car
park just up the road to collect his car. As he made his way he scoured the
surrounding area for anyone lurking but the place was empty. There was only
a handful of cottages and bungalows with one local store that seemed to
sell everything so it seemed perfect.

When he drove back to Ben's bungalow, he drove the car straight into the
garage which he'd opened in readiness on his way out. He locked the door
and walked round the side to the backdoor which Ben had left open for
him. Once inside, he locked that and made sure the front door was
locked. The bedroom, which was at the front, had blinds which Ben kept down
so nobody could look in, and in the living room at the back there were
similar venetian blinds which were also pulled down.

"Are you a firearms officer?" Ryan asked.

Ben nodded, "I had to hand my gun in when I was given sick leave but I have
a small revolver of my own; you?"

Ryan nodded and pulled out the small revolver from his inside pocket. "Have
you ever killed anyone?"

Ben shook his head and explained that their rules were to shoot to disarm
rather than kill unless their own life was at risk. So far he'd never been
in that situation but he had injured several criminals in the line of
duty. Ryan said he'd done the same on many occasions but had only killed a
guy once who was taking pot shots at him and if he hadn't put him out,
would have killed Ryan. "He was a nasty bastard so society is better off
without him." Ben fully understood, knowing the kind of creatures they had
to deal with on a daily basis.

They drank their wine and exchanged stories of their respective jobs. Ben
couldn't decide who had the worst since they both dealt with the scum of
the earth. When they'd almost finished the bottle, Ben said he'd make a
meal. Ryan said he'd help but was not that brilliant in the kitchen. His
job meant that he was away a lot so seldom had the opportunity to cook and
when he did, he took the easy option and bought readymade meals. Ben said
he loved cooking so never minded doing it but the current situation with
his leg restricted him somewhat.

"You sit down and do the specialist bit at the table and I'll do the
running around under your instruction. Ben was happy with that idea so he
listed out what he wanted and Ryan gathered everything together for Ben to
start work. He decided to make a fish pie from the local fish he'd bought
that morning so whilst he prepared the fish, Ryan peeled the potatoes which
was something he could do.

"Is anyone investigating your hit and run?"

"Not really; when it first happened there was an investigation but that
came to nothing so it was decided it was someone who'd drunk too much, run
off the road and hit me. Having realised he'd hit someone, he drove off in
a hurry. With no evidence, it was decided nothing could be done."

"But you don't believe that."

Ben said it was too precise. He suddenly saw the guy driving at him with
intent in his eyes, not a glazed look of someone who'd drunk too much."

"What about the number plate, did you get that?"

Ben said he did but apparently when it was checked, nothing came up. "So it
was decided I'd made a mistake or was confused because of the pain I was
in."

"Have you checked since?"

"Nope; only have access to the system from work and I've not been back
since I came out of hospital."

Ryan said he could check although he was diffident about emailing his
contact just in case he was being tracked. "I take it you realise that
however careful you are, no internet system is bulletproof so if someone is
determined to track you and they have the right equipment then it can be
done. Ben agreed; he'd used the weaknesses of the system to his own
advantage many a time to track down criminals.

"If I did, we'd have to keep on the move. What about your phone; is it the
same one you used for work?"

Ben shook his head. He'd left his work phone behind and brought a
pay-as-you-go phone.

Ryan thought for a moment. He liked Ben and wanted to help him. If he was
honest with himself, he'd fallen for the guy. He'd never had someone to
love and yearned for that. As he looked at Ben, he decided the guy busy
preparing their meal was that guy. He'd learned to make quick judgements
which was essential in his job if he was to remain alive. He continually
had to decide whether he could trust someone, whether they were a threat or
not. He'd decided that Ben was a guy he could trust, but was that his
emotional side talking? He'd kept that hidden for so many years that he'd
almost forgotten what it felt like.

"Does anyone know you're here?"

"No; not even my boss" Ben replied as he mashed the potatoes that were now
cooked so he could mix in the fish he'd prepared.

"What about family?"

"Don't have any; I was an only child and my parents were both killed in a
boating accident several years ago."

"Shit; so nobody knows you're down here."

Ben nodded and told Ryan to put the fish pie into the oven to cook. The
greens he'd bought wouldn't take long and he'd already washed them.

"How about your family or acquaintances?"

"My mother walked off when I was eight to live with another man abroad
somewhere and like you I'm an only child. My father lives in Worcestershire
and I haven't spoken to him for several years. When he found out I was gay
he threw a fit so I left home. Soon after that I joined the secret service
and in that job you don't have close friends."

Ben chuckled. "Seems we're two of a kind."

"In more ways than one; can I kiss you?"

Ben sat back and looked at Ryan. He was more than happy to kiss this
gorgeous guy but hadn't reckoned on Ryan being the instigator. "Sure" he
grinned. Ryan moved over to Ben's side and bent over to kiss him. It soon
became intense and both were using their tongues to probe each other's
mouth. He wanted to stand up and take Ryan into his arms but his body felt
weak.

"The meal will be another thirty minutes so we could lay on the bed if you
wanted."

Without saying anything, Ryan lifted Ben as if he was as light as a feather
and carried him into the bedroom next door. In his job he had to be fit so
used the gym whenever he could. When he'd lain Ben gently down on the bed,
he lay alongside him. They resumed their kiss and hands explored. It wasn't
long before each had a reaction down below. Ben unfastened Ryan's jeans and
he did the same to Ben's shorts so that naked organs could be
explored. Suddenly, Ryan moved down the bed and took Ben's erection into
his mouth. He was good at sucking cock and soon had Ben squirming as he
licked the slit and inside the foreskin.

After several minutes of sucking, he tasted Ben's cum shooting into his
mouth. He continued sucking until he'd drained Ben dry. When he was done,
he looked up at Ben and grinned.

"You'll have to wait before I can return the favour because the meal is
nearly ready" Ben grinned.

"I shall hold you to that" Ryan laughed as he got off the bed and fastened
his jeans. He helped Ben up so he could adjust his clothing and they
returned to the kitchen.

As they ate, Ryan asked if Ben would like him to make further enquiries
about the vehicle that had hit him and whether any information was
available about the members of the gang he'd helped put away.

"Won't that alert whoever you contact that I'm still investigating and give
our location away?"

Ryan said it probably would which was why they'd have to keep on the
move. "It's up to you Ben; we either sit here doing nothing or stir things
up a bit and see what floats to the top."

Ben knew Ryan was right and he was keen to get to the truth. For all he
knew there was a mole inside his department providing information to the
scum he spent his life chasing. If he didn't do something and returned to
work, he'd continue looking over his shoulder.

"Let's do it but not till tomorrow. We can pack up here and move on" Ben
replied and then asked "Are you sure you want to get into this?"

Ryan smiled. He did, because the more he got to know this guy, the more he
wanted to be with him. "Yes" he replied. Stirring things up would also make
himself more visible to whoever was after him which would flush the bastard
out of the woodwork.


2.

When it was time for bed they undressed and admired each other's body
before climbing in.

"I seem to remember you were going to return a favour" Ryan grinned as he
felt Ben's cock which immediately went hard. Ben smiled and told him to
turn over. He wasn't able to kneel at present because of his injured
leg. Ryan flipped over and waited for Ben to prepare. He then felt two
fingers open him up and he groaned his approval. He hadn't been fucked for
several weeks so this felt good. When Ben's large head slowly pressed into
him, he was on cloud nine. Once fully inside, Ben commenced slow thrusts in
and out. It felt wonderful for both of them.

Finally, Ben reached his climax. His leg was hurting so he had to pull out
earlier than he would normally. It was the first fuck since his accident
and he suddenly realised how desperate he'd been as he rolled off. Ryan
turned over and took Ben's head into his hands.

"That was beautiful." He kissed Ben on the lips and then looked into his
eyes. "You've got beautiful green eyes that sparkle." He gently brushed
back Ben's brown hair and kissed him again. Ben looked into Ryan's dark
brown eyes and knew he wanted this guy to stay with him whatever
happened. He also loved his black hair and gently ran his hand through it.

"You want to fuck me?"

"Perhaps later" Ryan replied and settled down beside him.


The following morning after they'd had breakfast, Ryan helped Ben pack
up. When their bags were in the car and they were ready to leave, Ryan
emailed Kevin who was his main contact and in effect his boss. He'd known
Kevin for years so trusted him. In his early years he'd saved Kevin's life
on two occasions when he was in the field. Kevin had never been as good as
Ryan but he was a good coordinator so was happier being based at
headquarters where he could control things. When Ryan said he wanted to be
freelance so he could work alone, Kevin was happy for him to do so. Ryan
got results which was all he was interested in and he knew that he worked
better on his own free of interference from head office. Others didn't like
it, including his immediate superior but provided results came in then
nobody could complain. Ryan knew if he screwed up on a job he'd be out on
his ear but it didn't bother him. In fact, that knowledge made him even
more effective.

On their way, Ben dropped off the keys to the bungalow saying he no longer
required it. "Off home" the landlord said and Ben nodded not saying where
home was. He'd paid cash in advance for two weeks so no questions were
asked about where he came from. If anyone did make enquiries they'd draw a
blank there.

About an hour later, Ryan stopped in a lay-by to check his phone. There was
a text from Kevin. "Number plate registered to a car rental company. You
want me to follow it up?" Ryan replied "No". He wanted to do it himself. He
called the number Kevin had provided and in a thick Irish accent asked for
the manager.

"Who shall I say is calling?" the woman asked.

"Just put me through; it's police business."

Within seconds a guy came on the line. Ryan said he was secret service and
needed to know the name of the person who'd hired a car. The guy
prevaricated wanting to know Ryan's name but instead he gave Kevin's saying
"He's head of operations so you can explain to him why you're refusing to
cooperate with me and delaying the arrest of a dangerous criminal. He'll
then make sure your operation is thoroughly investigated."

The guy hastily retracted and asked for the registration number and the
date the car had been used. With that knowledge he quickly looked up on his
computer and found the name of the guy who'd hired the vehicle. What he
didn't know was that the guy concerned had given a false name and address,
paying the desk operative a handsome amount of money to let him take the
car without formal identification. With the information he required, Ryan
thanked the guy and hung up knowing that his own number wouldn't appear on
the guy's phone system.

"That name means nothing to me" Ben said "but I doubt it's his real name".

"I didn't think it would but it makes me ask why your guys didn't find out
that information."

Ben was also asking himself the same question. Like Ryan, he trusted his
boss implicitly since they'd known each other for years and used to work
together before the guy was promoted. He also knew that checking a number
plate would have been passed to another member of the team and he suddenly
remembered who had told him the enquiry had drawn a blank. They continued
their journey and after a while, Ryan was conscious of a car following
them.

"Don't look round but I think we're being followed." Ryan guessed that his
earlier email to Kevin and their text messages were likely to be tracked
which suited him fine. He took several turns and even doubled back on
himself as if he was lost but still the black Vauxhall kept following.

"We need to get a closer look at the guy to see if either of us recognise
him. Since it was my laptop and my phone it would seem logical that it's me
they're following, not you."

When he saw a garage, he pulled in to buy petrol. The car which had been
following also stopped and the driver pretended to check his tyres. Ryan
told Ben to get out of the car, making out he was having a stretch and
casually look at the guy. Ryan did the same as he filled the tank with
petrol. He paid the cashier and sauntered back to the car taking the guy in
as he did so.

"Don't recognise him, do you?" Ryan said once they were on their way. Ben
said neither did he as the other driver immediately jumped in and continued
following. "In that case let's have some fun with him" Ryan
chuckled. Further along, he turned off the main road and drove along a
country lane. "He's taken the bait; he must be on his own otherwise he'd
have fallen back and handed over to another operative."

"Where are you going?"

Ryan explained he had a list of empty properties around the country which
he used if he needed to disappear from view. He was amazed at the number
left empty for months if not years and knew there was an empty cottage not
far from their current location. Twenty minutes later he pulled off the
road and parked in front of the cottage. The other car passed by but Ryan
knew he'd be back, probably on foot. They got out of the car and went round
the back. Within seconds, Ryan had picked the lock and opened the backdoor
which he deliberately left unlocked once inside.

"Can you climb the stairs okay?"

Ben said he could if he took them slowly so Ryan helped him up. The stairs
creaked as they went which was why he wanted to be upstairs. He took Ben
into the bedroom and told him to stay behind the door which he'd leave
ajar. He secreted himself down the passageway and kept watch. About fifteen
minutes later, he heard someone open the back door and then creep into the
cottage. He heard the living room door being opened as it squeaked. The guy
then slowly made his way upstairs but unlike Ryan, he didn't know which
treads creaked and which didn't so his movements were heard quite
clearly. When the creaking stopped, Ryan knew the guy had reached the
top. He'd lit a candle in the bedroom so that glimmered through the
slightly open door. He peered out from his hiding place and saw the guy
slowly push the door open. He had a gun in his hand so it looked as if he
was intent on killing. Ryan aimed at the guy's foot and as soon as he'd
fired his gun he shot forward and grabbed hold of the guy's gun. He thrust
a rag into his mouth and pressed his revolver into his back as he pushed
him into the room.

Ben immediately appeared with his gun and aimed it at the guy's head; not
that he had any intention of shooting but the threat made the guy shiver
with fear. His foot was bleeding and killing him as Ryan pushed him forward
to the chair he'd placed in readiness. As Ryan held the guy's arms behind
his back he sat him down and Ben yanked out the nylon rope that Ryan had
brought in a small bag. Whilst Ben held one arm up the guy's back pulling
it tight which made the guy wince, Ryan tied the rope round the wrist he
was holding and fixed the end to a hook in the wall behind the
curtain. He'd prepared each of these empty properties for such an occasion
and hid the hooks behind the curtains. With one arm now firmly held and
fully outstretched, he did the same to the other. Ryan had been taught how
to tie knots during his secret service training and the more the guy
struggled, the tighter they got. Ryan then tied the guy's ankles round the
chair legs, pulling the rope tight which at least stemmed the blood still
flowing from his foot injury.

He'd told Ben not to say anything until he spoke just in case the guy was
wired with a sound device which would alert his control that something had
gone wrong. All the guy could do was grunt because of his gag but to anyone
listening that could be the target. Ryan ripped open the guy's jacket with
a sharp knife to check for any sign of him being wired for sound but found
nothing. He then did the same to his shirt and exposed the guy's thick
matte of black hair. He hated guys with hairy chests which was why he liked
Ben because like him he had a smooth body. Apart from that on their heads,
the only other they had was a neat matte of dark pubic hair. Just to be
sure the guy was not wired, Ryan opened his jeans and then cut open his
boxer shorts which were another hate of his. He much preferred his guys to
wear tight briefs to show off their attributes; yet another bonus point for
Ben. He then emptied the guy's pockets, took his mobile phone, his car keys
and a wad of cash which would no doubt come in useful. As expected there
was nothing else to give away his identification.

The guy was now looking very worried wondering what would happen to him
next. He was naked right down to his crotch with everything on show. Ryan
looked at Ben and nodded having decided the guy was not wired. He removed
the gag and asked in a thick Irish accent, "Why are you following us?"

"Fuck off" the guy replied. Ryan pressed the point of his knife against the
guy's neck and repeated his question. Drops of blood started rolling down
his neck and the guy knew he was dealing with a professional. "I was told
to" he eventually replied.

"Who told you?" Ryan asked. The guy shrugged so Ryan pressed the knife even
harder causing more blood to flow. "Who told you to follow us and what were
your instructions?" Ryan shouted into the guy's face. Ben pressed his
revolver against the guy's neck to encourage him to answer.

"To kill you" the guy eventually replied.

"Who gave you that instruction?" Ryan asked. The guy shook his head in
defiance so Ryan moved his knife down to his exposed genitals. "If you
refuse to answer I'll cut off each of your balls and then your pathetic
cock, so tell me who gave you your instructions." The guy started shaking
and realised Ryan meant business as he felt the tip of the sharp knife
pressing against one his balls. He could also feel Ben's gun pressing
against his neck so he knew if he didn't answer he'd be dead. He had no
idea who Ryan was or for that matter Ben since he'd only been told to kill
one guy. He'd picked up the trail on his way down to Cornwall but until he
saw Ryan leave the small village Ben had been staying in, he'd not been
able to find Ryan. He'd been tempted to shoot him at the petrol station but
he knew there'd be CCTV around so decided against that idea. When Ryan
turned off and then stopped at a remote cottage he thought his luck was
really in, especially when he found the back door open.

"His name's Reuben; that's all I know."

Ryan didn't know the name and looked at Ben who shook his head indicating
that the name meant nothing to him either. He then pulled the guy's jeans
together and zipped them up. He indicated to Ben to follow him and they
walked out of the room.

"Hey, what about me?" the guy called out. Ryan smiled as he helped Ben
downstairs and out to the car. Once there, he called Kevin and arranged for
a clean-up team to collect the guy and take him back to base for further
questioning. They'd probably not get any more out of the guy but by the
time the secret service had finished with him he'd wish he'd never got
involved. He also asked Kevin to check out the name Reuben just in case it
was one the service knew of but he doubted it would be. They'd also checked
the guy's car but it was a rental one so Ryan called the car rental office
and asked who'd hired it. As before, the name meant nothing to either of
them but they didn't expect it to since the guy had probably given a false
name and address. Even so, he gave Kevin the name to check out and it would
be useful when they questioned the guy and make him realise he was dealing
with professionals.

"So, we're not really any further forward apart from eliminating an
attempted assassination" Ben commented as they made their way back to the
main road to continue their journey. Ryan agreed but at least he had the
code name of the person behind it since the name Reuben was clearly not the
guy's real name. Before they reached the main road, Ryan stopped and
unloaded the gun he'd taken from the guy. He dropped the gun down one storm
drain and the bullets down another just to be safe.

It was gone lunchtime and both were hungry so they stopped off in a town to
buy some food. Whilst they ate in the car, Ryan checked the phone he'd
taken from the guy. It was a pay-as-you-go phone and only came up with one
number.

"Why not call it to see who answers" Ben suggested. Ryan was wondering the
same so decided to do so.

"Reuben" a man replied but said nothing further.

"Job complete" Ryan said in a voice similar to that of the guy they'd
questioned at the cottage.

"Good work; destroy your SIM card." The line then went dead. Ben had been
listening to the call and was impressed with Ryan's ability to take on
different voices but he guessed that was another thing secret service guys
were taught how to do but he didn't recognise Reuben's voice and neither
did Ryan.

"At least that'll take the heat off for a while" Ryan said but he knew it
wouldn't last long since whoever was looking for him or Ben for that matter
would soon realise they were alive if they were tracking their email and
phone communication. They were still not sure which of them the guy they'd
trapped had been after; he'd not had any photos on him or given any
indication as to which guy he'd been given instructions to kill so they
still needed to take care and be watchful. Ryan cut the SIM card in two and
then dumped it along with the phone down a drain nearby.

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked Ben now worried that his leg and his back might
be causing him pain. Ben said his back hurt as did his leg but he'd
manage. Ryan gently rubbed his hand along the thigh of Ben's injured right
leg and moved it into his crotch.

"Mm, that feels good; I could do with a massage, and not only on my leg and
back" Ben laughed. Ryan giggled and felt into Ben's crotch. He found a hard
organ waiting for him and if they'd not been parked in a public car park,
he'd have done something about it but decided that was not a good idea.

"Stay here and don't move; lock the car doors behind me. If you see anyone
suspicious send me a text."

"Where are you going?"

"To get something that will ease the discomfort of your back and leg" Ryan
grinned and climbed out of the car.

When he'd gone, Ben checked the draft message he'd already put in his phone
before they'd left the cottage. They'd put each other's numbers into their
phone and set up an emergency message they could send at a moment's notice
should the need arise. Ryan meanwhile made his way into the shopping centre
and looked for a shop that sold massage oil. He found one and smiled as he
read the label on the bottle. `Aphrodisiac aromatherapy massage oil blend
for creating a mood of sensuality'. It would be perfect for what he had in
mind when they eventually found somewhere to stay so he bought it. The
female sales assistant smiled at him as she wrapped it up assuming it was
for a wife or girlfriend. He returned to the car and Ben glanced at the
package but said nothing. He'd scoured the parking lot all the time Ryan
had been away and seen nothing so felt minimally safer but as Ryan had
said, it was unlikely to last long so they still had to be careful.


3.

They found a small hotel in a nondescript town which suited them
perfectly. The guy at the desk showed no particular interest in them as
Ryan paid for a night's stay in cash saying they might need another night
but would let him know the following morning. The room was basic but the
bed was comfortable which was the main thing.

"Okay, strip off" Ryan grinned. Once stripped naked, he told Ben to lay on
his stomach. He hastily removed his own clothes and knelt across Ben's body
taking care not to put any pressure on his injured leg. He poured some of
the erotic oil into his hands and set to work on Ben's back.

"Oh fuck yes, that feels good" Ben exclaimed as Ryan's hands gently
massaged away the aches in his back. He could feel his organ going hard
beneath him and was tempted to touch it but instead kept his hands beside
his prostrate body as Ryan continued his magic. There seemed to be no end
to this guy's abilities and he loved it.

When he'd given Ben a long and sensuous back massage and included his
buttocks in the process, he climbed off and told Ben to turn over. They
grinned at each other on seeing one another's erection. Ryan gently opened
Ben's legs wide apart and knelt between them. He then gently massaged the
injured one and Ben closed his eyes. The massage was exactly what he needed
and for a while at least, the pain slipped away. He then felt his good leg
being given the same treatment and when that had been done he felt his cock
being run through Ryan's oily hand. "Oh god" he exclaimed "I'm gonna come
if you keep doing that". Ryan chuckled and lifted himself over Ben's
erection. He slowly sat on the beautiful organ and gently rode it as he
looked into Ben's eyes. Oh my, how those beautiful green eyes turned him
on.

It was several minutes later that Ben released his load inside of Ryan. It
was also then that he realised he didn't have a condom on. "Shit" he
exclaimed.

"What?" Ryan grinned guessing what Ben was thinking. "Don't worry; I trust
you. Let's face it you've not had sex for quite some time before you met me
and I test regularly; don't you."

Ben nodded as Ryan continued riding him. If he continued like this, he'd
shoot another load. There was plenty there; Ryan was right, he'd not had
sex for several months because of his injury and even before then it had
been a while. He was not one to take risks normally but this guy was unlike
anyone he'd met before and he was bewitched by him. If Ryan wanted to have
unprotected sex, then he certainly wasn't going to complain.

Ryan continued riding the beautiful cock inside him even though he knew Ben
had shot his load, but the feel of the long big organ was just wonderful.

"Ah fuck, I'm coming again" Ben yelled. Ryan increased the pace and watched
Ben's contorted face as he reached another climax. When he'd finished, Ryan
bent forward making sure he kept off Ben's injured leg and kissed him. As
they kissed he felt the now limp organ plop out of him.

"That was beautiful" he grinned.

They decided to eat in rather than risk using a restaurant so Ryan slipped
out and bought an Indian takeaway plus some Cobra beers. Ben didn't bother
to get dressed so slipped on a bathrobe he'd found in the bathroom. Ryan
did the same when he returned and they settled down to their meal.

After they'd finished their food and washed it down with beer, they settled
back on the bed. "How about I fuck you" Ryan said and felt beneath Ben's
robe. He soon had a stiff cock in his hand so he shuffled down the bed and
took it into his mouth. Ben let out a long moan of pleasure as Ryan teased
his organ, flicking the slit and pulling the foreskin down to expose the
sensitive head. He'd never known a guy who could bring such pleasure when
he sucked cock but Ryan certainly could.

Just when he thought he was going to explode inside Ryan's mouth the
blowjob stopped. Ryan ideally wanted to lift Ben's legs over his chest so
he could fuck him and gaze into his eyes at the same time but he knew the
injured leg was still causing him trouble which is why he'd bought the
massage oil. He'd suffered in the past from such injuries and had found
that massage could do wonders if you found the right guy to do it. Instead,
he moved behind Ben, lubricated his erection and gently slipped it in. As
Ben hadn't stopped the earlier sex without protection, he decided to do the
same since it was so much more enjoyable for both parties. He'd already
decided that Ben was for him and hoped for an ongoing relationship once
they were no longer on the run from maniacs who wanted them dead.

His cock slipped into Ben's beautiful arse like a knife through
butter. Once fully inside and his pubic hair was touching Ben's flesh, he
slowly moved in and out. They both grunted their pleasure and as Ryan
slowly moved towards that ultimate moment when nothing could stop it, he
gently massaged Ben's cock which was still ready for action. Eventually he
could feel his climax rising and he knew there was nothing he could do to
stop it, even if he'd wanted to. He increased the pace of massage on Ben's
shaft and suddenly they both erupted. It was the most wonderful moment.

When both were done, Ryan kissed the back of Ben's neck without saying
anything. No words could describe that wonderful feeling they now both
enjoyed.


When Ben woke in the morning, he found Ryan checking his phone and his
email. He knew it was risky but he needed to know whether Kevin had dug up
any more information or got anything out of the guy they'd left at the
cottage. Knowing Kevin, he knew the interrogation would go long into the
night in the hope that the prisoner would crack but all he'd got out of the
guy was that he'd been hired by a guy who called himself Reuben and was
being paid handsomely to kill Ryan. Knowing he'd failed, the assassin knew
he wouldn't get paid his final bonus and may have to return his initial
fee, assuming he didn't get popped off which was highly likely.

"We've let him go free rather than having to explain to the police how we
got hold of him so keep alert. Whoever it is will soon realise his hired
killer failed" Kevin added.

"Thanks for nothing" Ryan muttered but he knew the score. The problem was
that he had another person to protect and he was rather special.

"Anything?" Ben asked. Ryan shook his head as he shut down his laptop and
switched off his phone. Ben said he'd check his phone and email but didn't
expect anything. He was right. Not a thing from his boss apart from a text
that said "Name you gave not known".

"Back to square one" Ben commented as he shut down his equipment.

"Not quite; at least we know a guy who goes under the code name Reuben is
involved and as far as we can tell he's after me. Perhaps I should move on
without you."

"Fuck no" Ben exclaimed, "I want you with me; unless of course you don't
want to be."

Ryan quickly moved over to the bed and took the guy he'd fallen in love
with into his arms. "Of course I want to be with you Ben; I've fallen in
love with you." They looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Ben then
told him he'd fallen in love with him too.

"Whether we'll get out of this alive goodness knows but there's no doubt in
my mind that I want you with me."

Ryan said the same and they kissed, again feeling each other's excited
organ. When they'd finished, Ryan said "The question is, do we stay here
another night or move on; I suspect this guy Reuben and probably whoever's
after you won't take long to track where we are after our email and phone
traffic."

Ben agreed but opted to stay one more night. Like Ryan he wanted to flush
these killers out so they could deal with them. He also didn't feel like
another long drive again as his leg and back were still hurting. "Perhaps
after breakfast you could give me another massage" he grinned
mischievously. Ryan thought that an excellent idea knowing what it would
lead to.

They showered, got dressed, secreted their revolvers beneath their clothes
and went down to breakfast. Fortunately, the hotel was not that busy so
when they arrived there was only one guy in the dining room and he
certainly didn't look like an assassin but they made sure they sat behind
him just in case.

After breakfast, Ryan told the guy at reception that their business hadn't
concluded so would be staying another night. The guy hardly looked at them
as Ryan paid cash again which went straight into his pocket instead of
through the books. They returned to their room and the girl who made the
beds was about to knock on their door to see if the room was empty. Ryan
told her they were staying another night and that she could make the bed
and do whatever else she had to do. She smiled and followed them in. She
guessed they were lovers but it didn't bother her. She made the bed,
emptied the bin and gave the toilet and basin a quick clean. When she was
done, Ryan slipped her some money and said they didn't want to be
disturbed. He also added that if anyone asked about them she knew
nothing. She grinned and said "My lips are sealed; have fun".

When she'd gone, Ryan said "I think it's time for your massage sir so strip
off".

Ben grinned and removed his clothes and Ryan did the same. Ryan spent the
next two hours massaging Ben's back, legs and anything else he came
across. When he'd completed the medicinal part, he told Ben to turn over
onto his front again and then mounted him having slicked his erection with
the massage oil. After several long minutes of fucking he deposited his
load inside him. When he was done, he moved to Ben's side, laid face down
and told him to fuck his arse. Ben's cock was ready and waiting so he
slicked it with massage oil and thrust it into the waiting arse.

"Of fuck, that feels so good" he cried as he slowly fucked wanting it to
last as long as possible. Eventually he felt his climax coming and his seed
erupt inside of his lover.


Apart from stopping for a sandwich at lunchtime which Ryan went out for,
they spent the day making love in one position or another. That evening,
Ryan went out again for a takeaway and found a fish shop. On his way, he
had a feeling he was being followed so used a circuitous route back but by
the time he reached the hotel the guy had gone so he wasn't sure if it was
anything or not. When he was back in the room, he made sure the bedroom
door was locked with a chair jammed beneath the handle so nobody could
break in without making a hell of a noise. He'd already checked the window
and noted there was no easy access that way. Even so, they kept their guns
at the ready.

Before they settled down for the night they made love again. It improved
each time they did so and got to know each other's erotic spots. Ryan's
only worry was whether they'd live long enough to continue their
relationship. He was normally very positive when on a job but on this
occasion he didn't know what hitman he was up against and he had more to
lose, now he'd met the man of his dreams.


After breakfast the following morning they decided to move on. They also
agreed to ramp things up a bit and advertise their location to whoever was
after them, assuming they were on a hit list. Ryan emailed Kevin again to
ask if there was any further news, not that he expected any. He also
switched on his mobile phone so if he was being tracked then it would show
he was on the move. Ben did the same so his assumed attacker would do
likewise but he felt helpless not knowing whether he was being targeted or
not.

"Where are you making for?" Ben asked when they were on their way. He'd
assumed that Ryan had a plan of some sort and wanted to know.

"Not sure to be honest but there's another empty property about twenty
miles from here so we could go there if you don't mind slumming it for a
few hours. Ben said he was willing knowing that Ryan had blankets in the
back of the car.

They drove in silence for the next twenty miles both deep in thought about
what could happen. They'd been fortunate on the last occasion when they'd
led their prey into their trap but it certainly wouldn't be him again. This
time they'd be more wary and there may even be more than one. As before,
the property that Ryan was making for was down a narrow country
lane. They'd both kept an eye out for someone following them but so far
hadn't seen any obvious signs.

"Fuck" Ryan exclaimed as he pulled up outside the location. His empty
property was now a pile of rubble in readiness for a new one.

"What now?" Ben asked somewhat amused even though it was potentially
serious if they were being tracked.

"Fuck knows" Ryan replied feeling somewhat deflated. He then smiled. "My
father lives just ten miles from here; we could always go to his place."

"I thought you two hadn't spoken to each other for years."

"We haven't but he's a retired senior intelligence officer so knows what
we're up against."

"Fuck; you never said he used to be in the business. He might well be worth
talking to. When did he retire?"

"Two years ago."

"And would you be willing to see him again and of course put him at risk?"

Ryan chuckled. His father was well used to risk which was one of the
reasons why his mother left because she couldn't take the stress anymore
even though by the time they divorced, his father was at a senior level so
no longer in the firing line. As far as seeing him again, he'd forgiven his
father's outrage when he heard that his son was gay; besides, they'd both
moved on so he was prepared to make friends again. It was something he'd
been meaning to do for a long time so perhaps now was an opportune
moment. He decided to just turn up on the doorstep rather than call
ahead. Being face to face would enable him to judge his father's true
reaction. If it wasn't good, then they'd leave. The chances of him not
being at home was also remote.

With that agreed, they switched off their mobile phones so as to make it
more difficult for their potential attackers to find them until they were
ready to fight. Ryan then drove to the place where he'd been born and
enjoyed a happy childhood.

"Fucking hell" Ben exclaimed when Ryan turned into a long drive towards a
large old house that looked like a castle. Ryan smiled; it was the reaction
of most people. The house had been built by his grandfather at the end of
the nineteenth century. He'd made his money as an industrialist and fancied
living in a castle so had built a house that resembled one.

Once they'd parked the car, Ryan pulled the bell pull which he knew rang at
the back of the house where George and his wife lived. George had been his
father's manservant and run the house for years and his wife Mary had been
the cook for as long as Ryan could remember.

A few minutes later they heard the large wooden door being unbolted.

"Good afternoon sir; what a pleasant surprise."

"Is my father in?"

"He is sir and I'm sure he'd be delighted to see you."

Ryan smiled knowing that George was ever the optimist; he'd always liked
George and when his father had erupted, it was him who'd tried to calm the
troubled waters having accepted Ryan's sexuality as had Mary. He introduced
Ben who was given a warm welcome by George and they followed him in. Ben
silently gasped at the size of the large hall and the wonderful staircase
that wound its way upstairs.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you but you have visitors, one of whom I'm sure
you will be pleased to see" George announced as they walked into the large
lounge where Ryan's father was sitting. He looked up and for a brief moment
his heart stopped. He knew he'd over reacted when his son told him about
his sexuality several years before and had regretted it ever since but like
Ryan, he was stubborn and despite George urging him to apologise and make
up, he couldn't do it. He jumped up and rushed over to Ryan who was just
standing there waiting to see his father's reaction. Suddenly he found
himself being hugged by his father which was not something he usually did.

"It's so good to see you" his father finally said as he looked into Ryan's
eyes. "Before we go any further I want so say how sorry I am about my
behaviour the last time we spoke." For a moment Ryan was taken aback
because he'd not expected such a quick apology. He glanced at George who
was standing nearby and noticed he was smiling so he guessed he had
something to do with his father's change of heart. Even so, it felt good to
hear the apology so he accepted it graciously.

"I'd like to introduce you to Ben; he's a detective inspector with the
Met."

Ben moved forward having watched the father and son reunion and held out
his hand. "It's good to meet you, sir."

"And you Ben; there's no need to call me sir, I'm retired now; call me
William. So what brings you both here?"

"We need your help father but first I'm wondering if you George could ask
Mary to rustle up a sandwich and a coffee for us; we've not eaten since
breakfast; how is Mary by the way."

"She's very well sir, and of course we'd be happy to prepare something for
you both." George left and the other three sat down. William in his usual
armchair and the other two on the sofa. Ryan went through Ben's story and
how he was sure the hit and run was deliberate and his own situation in
which he was under threat from a criminal. He explained how they'd lured
the guy following him to the cottage and had got out of him that his
contact was a guy with the code name Reuben. As soon as William heard the
name it reminded him of the last job he'd been working on before he retired
but he said nothing for the moment. He asked how the other two thought he
could help and Ryan wondered if his father could make enquiries from the
senior guys he knew in the service because he was sure his boss was not
being told everything. William wasn't surprised since the Reuben project
had been top secret and only those at the top knew about it.

"We also want to smoke out whoever is after us and lure him here so we can
deal with him once and for all but it would put you in danger father."

William laughed. "Don't worry about me; I've been in enough danger in my
time as you well know but we'll need to make sure George and Mary are put
somewhere safe; although knowing George I doubt he'll want to be left out
of the action." He then turned to Ben and explained that George was his
batman during the war and had been by his side throughout never flinching
from danger. "You go and have your food whilst I make some calls" William
finally said.

"Your reunion seemed to go well" Ben whispered as Ryan led him to the
kitchen. Ryan grinned. He still couldn't quite believe his father's change
of face but at least he'd apologised which was something. Quite what would
happen once he knew he and Ben were lovers was another matter.

Mary immediately stopped what she was doing and gave Ryan a big hug. He
kissed her on each cheek saying how well she looked. She'd been like a
mother to him after his mother had left so he was very fond of her as he
was of George. Typical of Mary, she'd prepared a spread so they sat down at
the table and tucked in. She'd made sandwiches and heated up some sausage
rolls she had in the fridge and there was a bowl of crisps which she knew
Ryan always enjoyed. Along with this, there was pot of steaming coffee. As
they ate, Ryan asked how things were and George said on the whole
everything was good. Ryan's father was well and enjoying retirement so
things were going well for all of them.

When they'd finished eating, they went to find William who was now in his
study. He invited them to sit down and said he'd found out who was after
them both.

"Reuben is the code name for a criminal called Jack Gilbert."

Ben immediately frowned. "One of the gang I was involved in arresting
before I was run over was a Ron Gilbert."

"Precisely; Ron is Jack's son; are you aware what happened to him after
you'd arrested him?"

Ben said he was and explained that during the shootout, Ron had been caught
in cross fire and a bullet from one of his own gang had hit him in the
chest. He was bleeding very badly and once everything was under control,
Ben had tried to stop the bleeding until the paramedics arrived but he
later died in hospital.

"Exactly" William said, "That's why Jack wants you dead; he holds you
responsible for his son's death."

"That's crazy; I did my best to keep him alive."

"Maybe, but in Jack's eyes the fact that you led the operation in which his
son was shot and eventually died makes you responsible in his eyes so I
suspect he's hired a thug to kill you but it seems the first attempt was
not successful so you can guarantee that Jack will try again and this time
he'll probably want to do it himself. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if
the car that hit you was driven by him."

Ryan then told his father about the abortive attempt to find out who owned
that car yet when his boss looked into the matter he found it was a hire
car. William nodded, not the slightest bit surprised. "So who's after me?"
Ryan asked as he suddenly remembered that he'd apprehended a guy named Joe
Gilbert several months ago.

"Jack Gilbert" his father replied. "Joe is Jack's brother and it seems you
were responsible for his death."

"I shot him in the foot to stop him shooting me" Ryan commented.

"Exactly and he too later died from his wounds having lost a lot of blood
so Jack is now after your blood as well."

Ryan and Ben looked at each other hardly believing they were being hunted
by the same man and that they'd both been involved with members of the same
family. "So why did Kevin, my boss not know about this guy Jack Gilbert and
the name Reuben?" Ryan asked.

William explained that operation Reuben had involved a high ranking
official within the service who was being paid by Gilbert to give him
information as and when required. William and his team were instructed to
route the mole out and having done so to put him away. "The whole operation
was run on a need to know basis and none of the files were open to anyone
else so that's why Kevin wouldn't have known. I agree it's crazy but you
know how the secret service operates. However, at the time we were fairly
sure there was also a mole in the Met and from what you've said Ben, I
reckon we've found him."

"The bastard" Ben exclaimed as John Dilly's name came to mind. He was the
guy who'd been given the task of finding out who owned the car that had
attempted to run Ben down and had said there was no such registration
number yet Kevin had found the answer without any problem.

"What we need to do now is let Jack Gilbert know where you two are and
smoke out your mole" William grinned rather enjoying being back in the
driving seat again. They discussed the best way to do this and it was
agreed that Ben would call John Dilly and ask him for information on the
whereabouts of Jack Gilbert. That way, assuming John was the mole, he'd
tell Jack that Ben and Ryan were onto him and where they were. William
would call three colleagues of his to come to the castle to set up a trap
for Jack and whoever else came. Since John would be the only person Ben
contacted, they'd know it was him who leaked the information to Jack.

"Hi John" Ben said breezily when John answered his mobile.

"Hi Ben; how are you?" John replied somewhat amazed to hear Ben's voice.

"I'm fine but I need some information and I only want you to handle it for
me so don't mention it to anybody else, and I mean anybody because it's
highly confidential."

"Sure; my lips are sealed" John replied rather enjoying the fact that the
guy he hated because he'd been promoted instead of him was now asking him
to carry out this task which played right into his hands.

"I want you to see if you can find out about Jack Gilbert's whereabouts
without letting on why you're asking."

John almost gasped when he heard the name knowing it was the very man who
was paying him handsomely for information about Ben's current location plus
any other useful bits about current crime cases they were dealing
with. He'd been a mole for years and had stashed away a tidy sum in
readiness for his retirement. Jack had told him about the abortive hit and
run and the recent attempt on Ben's life.

"Where are you?" John asked hardly expecting Ben to say.

"In Worcestershire at a friend's home" Ben replied casually "but keep that
under your hat."

"Sure" John replied still not believing his luck. Jack would be so pleased
and he knew there was a nice bonus ready for him once Ben had been dealt
with permanently. Perhaps then, he'd be promoted into Ben's position which
in his view was his rightful place.

"Has he taken the bait?" William asked having sat listening to the
conversation.

"Hook, line and sinker" Ben grinned.

"Good; now we need to get ready; both leave your phones on so Gilbert can
get your location; make a call to your boss as well Ryan just to make it
easier for Gilbert to find you."

Ryan did so and talked about nothing in particular for a few minutes just
to keep the line open. When he'd finished, William went through his
plan. He first called George in to tell him what was happening and as
expected, he'd wanted to be part of it so Mary was placed in a secure room
in the attic and told not to move or make a noise. With her safely away,
the other four got ready. William opened up his gun cabinet and distributed
his armoury of weapons that he'd had for years. With sufficient ammunition
for each, they took up their positions. They were also each wired so they
could communicate with each other without giving themselves away. William
was fairly certain that Gilbert and his associates would be on their way
knowing him from past cases. Assuming he was coming from London, they had
about two and a half hours by which time William's associates would be
there.


4.

William sat in his study in front of the CCTV screens. He had cameras at
the main gate and several other locations around the castle so he would see
immediately when someone came in. They even left a window open at the front
of the house just to make it easier for their assailants.

"Standby" William said, "there's three of them and if I'm not mistaken, one
is Jack Gilbert; he's the tall guy. Everybody ready?"

"Yes" they all replied through their microphones.

William watched the three approach the house and scan for a possible
entrance. When they saw the open window that led into the dining room, they
made straight for it. After a few minutes, those waiting heard the three
assailants climb in having placed a hidden microphone near that window.

"Spread out" Gilbert instructed so they went off in different
directions. One went to the kitchen where Ben was located and another went
into the lounge where Ryan was hiding. Gilbert stayed in the main hallway
for a moment, listening for movement.

As the guy let the kitchen door close behind him, Ben struck him over the
head and he collapsed immediately. He quickly handcuffed him and tied his
legs to the handcuffs so he couldn't stand up should he come round. He
silently dragged him into the large cold larder and locked the door so he
couldn't get out. He then crept down the corridor to the main hall. In the
meantime, Ryan had dealt with the guy who'd entered the lounge in much the
same way but his strike over the guy's head was far heavier than Ben's. The
guy immediately went down and Ryan stuffed a gag in his mouth before tying
him up using his special knots so even if he did wake up and struggle, he'd
make matters worse, especially since he'd tied his legs behind him and put
the rope round his neck so the more he struggled, the tighter the noose
round his neck would get. He was even tempted to pull the guy's trousers
down but decided against it.

Gilbert meanwhile, had found George who was hiding in a small lounge next
to the dining room. There was a struggle during which George threw his gun
to one side but Gilbert was the stronger and dragged him into the hall. "On
your knees old man" Gilbert demanded and pointed a gun to his
head. "Where's your son and the guy who killed mine?"

George noticed Ryan appear to one side of them but out of Gilbert's
view. He shrugged his shoulders not wanting to let Gilbert know that he
wasn't Ryan's father.

"Let the old man go" Ryan said as he appeared from his hiding point with
his gun pointing at Gilbert. He certainly didn't want George's death on his
hands.

Gilbert shot round whilst still holding the gun to George's head. George
was tempted to grab it but knew his reflexes weren't as good as they used
to be. Besides, he trusted Ryan and knew he'd get him out of the situation.

"Drop your gun or I'll shoot your old man" Gilbert demanded.

"If you do, you'll end up dead yourself" Ryan grinned and aimed at
Gilbert's head. "As soon as your gun goes off, mine will too and you'll be
dead mate so I suggest you drop your gun."

"You wouldn't risk it" Gilbert replied, "It's only you I want; you killed
by brother and that other bastard killed my son."

"You need to get your facts right mate; I never killed your brother and the
detective inspector didn't kill your son."

As he spoke, Ryan noticed Ben peering through a curtain behind
Gilbert. During their preparation he'd shown him several secret passageways
that his grandfather had installed just for fun and were seldom used. He
knew that George kept each one clean and the secret doors well-oiled just
in case they'd ever be needed so Ben had been able to open this particular
secret door behind the thick drape that hung on one wall of the hallway as
if it was just decoration. He'd also picked up a dagger on his journey
which he now aimed at Gilbert's back. George had also seen Ben out of the
corner of his eye and guessed what he was going to do. Suddenly the knife
came flying at Gilbert and struck him. It was a heavy dagger and sliced
through Gilbert's back between his shoulder blades. As it struck him,
George dived to the floor just in case Gilbert's gun went off. Within
seconds, Ryan had shot Gilbert and he fell to the floor. Neither the shot
nor the dagger had killed him outright but he was slowly dying.

Ben and Ryan were now standing over him with their guns pointing at his
head. George had grabbed Gilbert's gun and was holding that too.

"As I said, you should get your facts right mate" Ryan grinned at Gilbert,
"the guy you were threatening to kill is not my father and I didn't kill
your brother. All I did was shoot him in the foot to stop him shooting me."

"And I didn't kill your son" Ben added, "he was caught in cross fire and
shot by one of your own gang; I even tried to stop the bleeding whilst we
waited for the paramedics."

Jack Gilbert looked up at both of them realising he'd failed. He also
wondered where the fuck his two associates were but guessed they'd been
intercepted.

"Hello Jack" William said having suddenly appeared from the kitchen
corridor with his three colleagues. They'd arrived just as the hold off was
taking place in the hall so decided to leave things to Ryan and Ben who he
knew could cope without their intervention. "We meet again" he grinned "but
this time you're the one who's no longer in control."

Gilbert was too weak to reply and felt his life slowly slipping away. He
and his family had been involved in crime all their life so knew nothing
else but now it was at an end. His only son was dead as was his brother
leaving nobody to benefit from the fortunes he'd made over the years. Even
his wife had left him for another man years before which had made him very
bitter. Within minutes the man was dead and the other two attackers had
been brought into the hallway. When they saw their boss dead, they gasped
and knew they were in for a hard time.

"Take them away including this bastard" William told his colleagues as he
pointed to the dead body on the floor. "Good work lads; you work well as a
team; perhaps you should work together" William grinned.

"What about John Dilly" Ben asked.

"Already dealt with" William smiled. I contacted your boss, told him what
was going on and Dilly has been arrested. I think he's in for a long
stretch inside and when his inmates find out he's a bent copper I reckon
he's going to find it rather hard. As you know, inmates don't like coppers
however bent they are."

"Shall I get everyone a drink sir; I think you all deserve one" George
smiled.

"You were brilliant George" Ryan said.

"You were George so collect Mary from her hiding place and both of you join
us in the lounge for a drink."

George almost ran up the stairs to fetch his wife whilst the other three
moved into the lounge where William poured three large brandies.

Ryan turned to Ben and said "Thanks; you were brilliant". Ben gave one of
his winning smiles and Ryan kissed him on the lips even though his father
was watching. Ben glanced at William to see his reaction but he was just
smiling.

"I take it you two are boyfriends" William said much to Ryan's surprise.

"Yes we are father; does it bother you?"

"No; the world has moved on, as have I, since we last met; in addition,
George and Mary told me I'd been stupid to react the way I had. Mary had
recognised you were gay years before and George had too it seems so I knew
I had to catch up with the ways of the world. I'm sorry it's taken so long
son."

Ryan smiled and took hold of Ben's hand as he sipped his brandy. Just then,
George and Mary appeared and immediately noticed the two guys holding
hands. They smiled at them knowingly as they sat down and William offered
them drinks.

"I take it you two gentlemen are staying the night" George said as he
sipped his brandy.

"If we may" Ryan replied looking at his father.

"Of course; in fact, I hope you'll stay for a few days so I can get to know
your young man."

"We'd like that very much" Ben replied on behalf of both of them knowing
that Ryan may still feel slightly uneasy about his father's acceptance of
his sexuality and the fact that he had a boyfriend. "I'm still on sick
leave so I've got plenty of time and I'm sure Ryan could do with a rest."

Ryan grinned at him and squeezed his hand. He certainly didn't object to
spending some time with the guy he loved now they were no longer on the
run.


Everyone was tired after the events of the evening so they all went to bed
early. Mary had made sure that Ryan's old room was ready for them and
turned down the bed. All rooms in the house were kept ready for guests
since they never knew when William might suddenly invite someone to stay so
each room only needed a quick airing.

"So this is where you used to jerk off" Ben grinned once they were on their
own inside the large bedroom.

"Yep; and I used to watch gay porn on the TV as I did so" Ryan grinned
indicating the large flat screen on the wall at the end of the bed. "I
still can't fully believe that father has had such a turn around in his
views; if you'd heard what he told me when I announced I was gay, you'd
never think that someone could change so much but it seems he has and he
seems to like you."

Ryan pulled Ben into his arms and they kissed. As they did so they slowly
undressed each other until both were naked. Their erections pressed against
each other as they kissed and hugged which added to the enjoyment.

"How about we watch some porn before I fuck that gorgeous arse of yours"
Ben grinned. Ryan chuckled and unlocked the cabinet where he kept his stock
of porn. He'd never been able to collect it following his rapid departure
so it had lain there ever since. He picked one out which was a favourite of
his and slipped it into the DVD player. Suddenly two guys appeared on the
screen and started undressing each other very much like they'd just
done. Once naked, one guy bent over the back of a sofa and the other fucked
him. What he particularly enjoyed was that it was bareback.

They settled down on the bed and watched, each holding the other's erect
cock, slowly massaging it. They watched one of the guys on screen lay
upside down on the floor with his back to the sofa and the other then fuck
him from above. Ryan imagined doing that to Ben and made a mental note to
do so one day. The guy's cock slowly slid in and out of the other guy's
arse as the one being fucked massaged his own cock. He was doubled over so
when he shot his load, it went straight into his own mouth. The guy fucking
was now reaching his climax and massaged himself over the other guy's
entrance. Suddenly ribbons of creamy cum shot out and he rubbed his stiff
cock through it. He then thrust it back inside the guy's arse and continued
fucking.

By now, both were rock hard and aching for action. Ryan went onto his knees
and offered his arse to Ben. Without thinking, Ben knelt between Ryan's
legs and first licked the beautiful entrance before him. As he did so, he
felt between Ryan's legs and took hold of the rampant organ hanging there.

"Oh fuck; yeah that feels so good" Ryan groaned. When Ben had rimmed the
entrance enough, he grabbed the lubrication and prepared his cock. He lined
it up with the entrance and slowly pushed in. "Oh yeah, fuck that arse"
Ryan called out. Fortunately, his room was on the second floor so well away
from his father's or George and Mary's which was in another part of the
house so they could make as much noise as they wanted.

"Yeah, such a beautiful arse to fuck" Ben groaned as he continued thrusting
in and out. Now he was free from a maniac after him, he could enjoy his
lover to the full and he intended doing just that. "Oh fuck, yes" he cried,
"Fuck you're so gorgeous; I love you so much". Ryan was muttering similar
things and when he heard the love word he felt his whole body shiver with
excitement.

"Yeah, fuck that arse; fuck it hard my love; I want to feel your spunk
shoot inside me so I know you're mine."

"I'm yours my love; there's no doubt about that and when I've finished
fucking your beautiful arse I want to feel your big cock inside mine."

"Yeah, can't wait" Ryan groaned feeling each thrust inside him and his own
cock dripping with pre-cum.

"Ah fuck" Ben cried out, "I'm coming".

"Yeah, fill my arse; fill it good."

Ben did and when he was spent he continued fucking for several minutes
longer so he could drain the last drop. Finally, his knees gave way and he
collapsed onto the bed. Ryan turned round, took Ben's body into his arms
and they kissed passionately. When the kiss ended, he gently lifted Ben's
legs up over his chest keeping an eye on any discomfort it might cause
him. Ben grabbed hold of his knees and pulled them tight to his chest. He
could feel his arse on view and it felt so good.

"Now fuck that arse" he grinned and Ryan did just that. He kept the action
going for a long time before he'd spilt his load inside of Ben's tight arse
and even when he was spent he continued fucking until he could feel another
load rising inside him.

"Oh fuck; I'm gonna come again" he cried.

"Yeah; fill me up; I want my arse dripping with your juice by the time
we've finished.

They continued fucking each other well into the early hours. The first porn
film had finished and Ryan put on another just to keep the erotic
atmosphere going. For one fuck, Ben stood on one leg at the end of the bed
with his other leg bent and a foot on the mattress. Ryan moved behind him
and stuffed his cock inside. It felt wonderful for both of them. Suddenly,
Ryan lifted Ben up, laid on his back and told Ben to ride his cock until
he'd shot yet another load of hot creamy cum. Both seemed to have an
endless supply so with each fuck they managed to shoot another load. Ben
rested his arms on the bed beside Ryan's head and used his legs to lift
himself up and down over the strong hard cock that was impaling his
arse. When he'd finished shooting his load, Ryan turned him onto his back,
lifted his legs and fucked his arse again until he too was filling it with
more cum.

"Fuck; I'm exhausted" Ryan grinned when he was spent.

"You clearly need more practice" Ben grinned.


They spent the next three days resting and having sex whenever they
could. William could see they were very much in love with each other and on
one occasion when he had Ben on his own, he said "You love him very much
don't you".

Ben looked at him and nodded. "I do; he's the most wonderful person I've
ever met; you should be very proud of him."

"I am Ben and I so regret the years we were apart but hopefully with your
help we can put that behind us." He then looked at Ben and said "I
understand from Ryan that your parents were killed in a boating accident
and that you have no other family." Ben nodded. "In that case you must
consider this to be your family; it's not much but you and Ryan are welcome
to come here as much as you wish. This is Ryan's home and one day will be
all his although whether he'll keep it is another matter but I know he
loved living here."

"It's certainly rather special and totally different to the home I lived
in" Ben chuckled.

The following day, they left to return to London. It was an emotional
farewell and one which Ryan had never dreamt would ever happen but he was
glad it had. As they drove back, Ben asked Ryan if he'd like to move in
with him. Ryan jumped at the offer since his rented flat was tiny compared
to Ben's although he'd yet to see it but from what he'd heard, it sounded
much nicer. Once back in London, they went to Ben's apartment in Kensington
and Ryan fell in love with it. They immediately drove to Ryan's, packed up
his few belongings, collected his car and took the one they'd been using to
a local car dealer to sell since they'd no longer be needing it again. With
that done, they drove home and Ryan moved in.

Ryan had to return to work and hand in his report on what had taken place
since he'd been away. As he did so, he wondered how much longer he could
continue in his job as a secret service agent in the field and asked Kevin
if there was any chance of an office job. Kevin smiled and said he'd love
to have him as his assistant so would put the necessary things in place for
that to happen. Ben meanwhile returned to his place of work to hand in his
report. As soon as he entered the office, he was welcomed with open arms
and asked if he knew that John Dilly had been arrested for being a mole. He
nodded and everyone said what a bastard the guy had been but he didn't add
that John had tried to get him killed.

"Welcome back Ben" his boss said as he greeted him. "How are you?"

Ben shrugged and said "Okay" but like Ryan he wondered whether he was still
up for being in the front line.

"Sit down; I've got something to tell you."

Ben sat opposite his boss and waited whilst he closed the door. "I'm being
moved to another division; it's a promotion so I'd be a fool not to accept
the offer. It means of course that my job will be vacant and I've told the
Super that you'd make an ideal person to fill my place. What do you think?"

Ben was gobsmacked since he'd never expected this. His leg was still
causing him problems and he knew it was likely to do so for a long time if
not forever. "I'd love to" he replied "but won't I have to apply along with
others?"

"Come on Ben, can you think of any others in the team who'd be anywhere
near suitable; okay they're all good guys in the field but none of them are
management material like you."

Ben grinned. His boss was right, the rest of the team were fairly new and
none could do the manager's job so he accepted the offer.

"That's great because in my new position we'll still need to work together
and having someone I can trust will be good, especially after the John
Dilly affair. You did well Ben, I'm very proud of you; in fact, I've put
you forward for an award because from what I've heard it was you who took
the bastard out. I bet this Ryan guy was relieved."

Ben nodded and wondered whether he should mention that he and Ryan were
living together. It was well known in the team that Ben was gay so that
wasn't a problem. "There's something you should know" he said, "Ryan and I
are now living together."

"That's great; I'm so pleased for you Ben; I'd love to meet him."

Ben grinned relieved that his boss had taken the news so well so he invited
him over for a meal so he could meet Ryan.


They both settled into their new positions, relieved that neither was
working in the field anymore. Their love for each other continued to grow
and they really did live happily ever after.

~~~~~

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