"Anything," he breathed. "Baby, you're so hot."

Tyler smiled. "You must tell my grandfather that I am in my room tonight with a headache, and I'm not to be disturbed."

He nodded. "Alright."

Tyler undid the rest of the snaps and lifted out his s.e.x, already semi-erect.

"Beautiful," Ethan breathed. "May I touch it?"

"Oh, you're going to do a h.e.l.l of a lot more than just touch it," Tyler told him. "Keep playing with my t.i.ts, and take my c.o.c.k into your mouth."

Ethan pinched his nipples harder, causing Tyler to suck in some breath, then he lowered his mouth to his c.o.c.k.

"And Ethan," Tyler breathed, placing his hands in his hair, "I want to feel the back of your throat, you understand?"

He nodded, moving down further onto his s.e.x.

Tyler clutched his hair as Ethan continued to eat his s.e.x. He closed his eyes. Bryce Donavan smiled back at him. Elusive b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he thought. He tried to put the image out of his mind, but it returned, this time, he was handcuffing him to the bed in that room.

Tyler moaned, pushing Ethan's hands away from his chest. "Bryce," he cried out.

Ethan tried to move away but Tyler held his head in place as he came. Ethan looked up at him now, his face content.

Tyler caressed his hair, than sat up. "Okay, now go and do as I asked you."

"Can we do this again?" Ethan asked him, standing up.

"Maybe. Maybe next time, I'll let you f.u.c.k me," Tyler told him. "Now, go on," he said, pushing him towards the door.

The sky officer with him tonight was called Seth Murdock. He had only been on the force a few months. This was his first night out, and he was jittery.

"I hope I can live up to your expectations, Commander," he said, sliding into his seat in the patrol vehicle.

Bryce cast him a look. He was a slim fellow with blond hair and blue eyes, and he had caught him checking out his package a few times when he thought he wasn't looking. He had never gone so long before without having s.e.x. If he hadn't been on the force, he might have considered giving him a go after work.

"You'll do fine, Murdock. Just keep your eyes open and do as you're told," he heard himself saying. The military training kept him focussed, even when his body was demanding other things.

"I will, Sir. I'll obey your every command."

Now, there was a definite message in that. Bryce cleared his throat. "Tonight, we're going to check out the clubs. I'm looking for this man," Bryce pointed to a picture on the screen in front of him. "He's a drug dealer.

Do you know how to recognise ID?"

"Ah, silver cylinder and ah, the b.u.t.ts leave a fine dust. But there is no smell."

"Right. Okay, we'll go in. I'll stake out the place, have a look around, and you check out the bathrooms and the backrooms."

"Yes, Sir," he said, as Bryce lifted off the ground and flew toward the main drag of Ruby City.

Tyler was slugging back some Rub as Pete and Ryan walked in. Ryan whistled as he saw Tyler standing there in his black second skin pants and bright red silk shirt which left holes where his nipples were.

"Thank you kindly, Sir," Tyler grinned, lifting a hand to Pete.

Tyler looked around. Ethan had whetted his appet.i.te for some hot action tonight. Too bad he didn't see anything that interested him. He ordered some more rub, trying to concentrate on what Pete and Ryan were talking about.

He scanned the room, pinching his nipples once in awhile discretely, so that they would stand out. The contact just made it worst. His hard-on was more than visible in his pants.

"I'd love to wear those," Pete was saying, indicating the pants. "I don't have the body for it. It reveals everything."

"Yea," Ryan said. "Turn around and let's see that a.s.s."

Tyler turned his back.

Ryan stuck his fist in his mouth and bit it. "Baby," he moaned. "Won't you let me f.u.c.k that a.s.s tonight?"

"Maybe," Tyler shrugged.

Pete glanced down at his groin. "You're hard as h.e.l.l. I could take care of that for you."

"You guys," Tyler said. "You don't give me what I want."

"Like at that S and M place?" Ryan laughed. "You were too chicken to even go in there."

"I know, but I will." Tyler met his gaze with determination.

He turned around at the bar. Again he scanned the room. Two naked men were f.u.c.k-dancing on the stage.

One of them had his c.o.c.k inside the other and they were moving to the rhythm of the music. Boring.

Then his heart began to pound in his chest. His hard c.o.c.k stiffened even more. There in the corner of the room was Commander Donavan, dressed in his black leather pants and jacket. His shoulder length black hair was loose. He held his helmet in his hand.

"What a hunk," Pete was saying suddenly, having spotted Bryce across the room.

Tyler pushed his back against the bar, making sure his hard on and his nipples stood out. He didn't have to pinch them this time; they were almost as hard as his c.o.c.k. "That's Commander Donavan, the cop who took me hostage two weeks ago and handcuffed me to the bed."

Pete and Ryan gasped.

"Really? Holy s.h.i.t," Pete cried. "You said he was hot. That guy is more than hot, he's a raging inferno."

Ryan literally smacked his lips.

"Well, calm yourself, because he's mine," Tyler said. "Excuse me, boys." He grinned and walked over in the direction of the Commander.

Bryce saw him coming. The pants he was wearing were the new kind which left nothing to the imagination.

They clung to his a.s.s, his thighs and the more than obvious need he had going on between his legs. The shirt was skin tight as well, sectioning off his nipples. His entire body was an invitation, and it was an enticing one.

"Put your eyes back in your head, Commander," Tyler told him playfully. "I've just come to say h.e.l.lo."

Bryce let his gaze linger on his groin. "It's a substantial h.e.l.lo."

Tyler laughed. "Why thank you, soldier," he met his gaze. "To what do we owe this dubious pleasure? Are you looking for me?"

He c.o.c.ked his head, his gaze lighting on his nipples. "No rouge tonight?"

"It got dislodged," he grinned.

"Oh," he replied, feeling the urge to reach out and run his tongue over one of them. He gave himself a mental shake.

"If you like it, I can put some on. You can lick it off, any flavour you want," he told him, running his gaze down the length of him.

Bryce smiled tightly. "I'm working, but thanks anyway."

Just then another Sky officer approached. He was young, blond and definitely hot for the Commander. Tyler could see it in those clear blue eyes of his. "Working eh?" Tyler's eyes accessed the newcomer.

"Murdock," Bryce ignored the innuendo. "This is Tyler Rose, Jack Rose's grandson."

Murdock ran his gaze over him, than dismissed him. "Sir, I need you in the bathroom."

"In the bathroom?" Tyler mocked. "I could think of a far better place to need him in."

Bryce hid a smile. "If you'll excuse me," he said to Tyler, who nodded.

He watched them walk towards the bathroom. d.a.m.n. He didn't need any compet.i.tion, especially some uppity sky patrolman. After a few minutes, they emerged, discussing something in the hallway. Tyler suddenly felt odd. His head spun a bit and he blinked towards the two men. "My love," a voice said in his head, "we're together again. It's me. I can't wait to hold you. It's always been you, my eternal lover."

Tyler reached out for the back of the chair. Suddenly, Ryan and Pete were there to steady him. "You alright?" someone said.

Tyler looked up to see Bryce Donavan standing in front of him. For a second he could have sworn that the Commander's eyes blazed red. When he looked back at them they were brown again.

Tyler placed a hand on his chest. "You're my eternal love," he whispered, then collapsed on the floor.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on a sofa in the back room of the Club.

Ryan and Pete sat next to him.

"Where's Bryce?" he asked.

Ryan gave him some water. "Who's Bryce?"

"The Commander?" Tyler clicked his tongue, pushing him back so that he could sit up.

"He's gone. He left. Why?"

"How did I get in here?"

"He carried you in here," Pete smirked.

"We're connected."

"What?" Ryan asked, watching him cautiously as he stood up.

"We are connected. We were lovers in a past life," Tyler told him.

Ryan laughed. "You wish."

"Are you sure you should be walking around, Tyler?" Pete asked.

"Did you hear what I said? That's why I'm so drawn to him."

"You're drawn to him for the same reason any sane person with eyes would be drawn, he's a gorgeous hunk of man," Ryan told him.

"No, it's more than that. I can't explain it," Tyler shook his head. "Let's go home, okay?"

Seth Murdock observed the Commander curiously. Finally he said, "Are you alright, Sir?"

Bryce considered the question. If he was to be honest, he would have said, no. Actually, he would have screamed NO at the top of his lungs. Instead, he said, "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Well frankly, Sir, you look like you've seen a ghost. What was it that Rose said to you before he pa.s.sed out?"

You are my eternal love. "I don't know," Bryce said impatiently. "It's not important. What's important is this guy," he pointed to the picture on the screen.

"He wasn't in there. What's his name anyway? You didn't tell me?"