On the Run

On the Run By Adam Stewart

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.

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.

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.

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.