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It took only a minute or two and Derek was back, holding what looked to be . . .

The ex-SEAL groaned again, eyes closing and breath panting.  It was Nick's camera, the one he used to photograph scenes for later study; and suddenly, his eyes widening, the young man knew exactly what his lover intended.

Blushing heavily, his eyes closed again, his body tightening with tension as Nick allowed himself to fully understand that Derek is going to expose him this way.  He would stop, if Nick asked him to; in no way would Derek push the issue if Nick felt he wasn't ready.  Trust Derek to have seen the demon Nick had been trying to hide.

A subtle loosening and green eyes opened, letting Derek know the decision had been made.  His head bowed in subservience gave him the answer.

Yes.

Derek took a brief moment to relax, realizing he made the right choice, before the flash went off.  Circling his young lover, the precept took picture after picture of Nick tied and vulnerable, green eyes following the precept as he found angle after angle to keep.

Flinching at the light and sound, Nick did his best not to tremble, despite his decision.  And yet, as the flashes continued, he couldn't help but moan in arousal at the way Derek was looking at him; the way his blood raced, causing his skin to tingle as he set up for another shot, behind him.  The camera, the restraints, the inability to speak (or beg) . . . it all added to the feeling of helplessness, to the giving up of control.

After one last shot, Derek setting up behind him, the roll was finished.  Instead of reloading as Nick thought he might, he heard a click as the camera was set aside, and the faint rustle of fabric.

Moving around to the front, Derek had shed his clothing and now looked down at his slave, visually caressing every inch of the straining flesh.  From sweat-damp hair to the tucked under feet, Nick was visually devoured and he felt the trembling growing again.  The way Derek was looking at him, if he didn't do something soon, Nick was going to break the 'no coming' rule, rather he wanted to or not.

And he hadn't been touched yet.

The older man must have read that as well, because with one smooth move, Derek was in front of him, on his knees and hugging him hard.  Their bodies were pressed tightly together and Nick moaned through the gag as Derek's lips slowly and deliberately kissed every inch of his face, brushing over silken skin and cloth alike.

"Tonight, you're mine."

With that firm statement, Derek turned the ex-SEAL around, pushing him to his knees, his cheek resting once more against the rug as he felt Derek's hands move to brush the cheeks of his ass.  Rather than removing the plug right away, Derek played with him, taking the rubber in his fingers and twisting the bulk inside him, shifting it forward, just a little, until the tip nudged and rubbed against his prostate.

The gag muffled his cries, but Nick couldn't stop trying to make them anyway, his body trembling at the tender assault on the little gland.  Long moments dragged on as Derek played his lover's body, bringing him to the brink again and again until the sounds coming from the younger man never stopped, they only receded to begin again.

In the wake of yet another aborted climax, Nick barely noticed the sudden absence of the plug, but he did notice the tip of his lover's cock as it rested against the entrance to his body.  With one loud 'mmuph!' Nick urged its possession and Derek complied, thrusting in and taking the little opening with one, hard plunge.

Nick screamed as well as he could, the silk distorting any intelligence he might have made, but in no way could Derek misinterpret the frantic rocking of Nick's hips to meet him as he took the younger man with far more strength and speed than he ever had before.  The loud slaps of their bodies merged and mingled with the low, keening sounds of Nick's wails and the soft gasps of his own cries as Derek rode the young man hard, suddenly, irrationally very grateful the others had taken their leave tonight.

The noise they were making would have roused the entire House.

As it was, Derek added a few slaps of his own to the firm cheeks he was abusing, fueled by the strangled cries as Nick tried to find some leverage to push back harder; with his hands tied behind him, the ex-SEAL had no choice but to take what the precept gave him.  Harder and faster, Derek rode him, feeling the tightness, the heat as his head started to buzz, his blood began to pound.  Knowing Nick wasn't far behind, Derek reached around to touch his lover, taking his cock in one hand and pistoning the shaft in time to his thrusts.

The muffled cry muted into a continuous volley of moans as Nick desperately looked back over his shoulder.

His eyes begged.

Please!

"You may come for me, Nick.  Now."

His eyes closing at the gift, Nick's body spasmed.  Still rocking back he tried to get as much from his impalement as he could, his seed spilling over Derek's moving hand as the precept felt his inner muscles contract tightly around him.

With a sharp cry, Derek thrust once, twice and flooded Nick with liquid warmth of his own as the young man shivered out the last of his orgasm beneath him.

"Gott . . . my Gott . . ."

Panting, draped across the broad back, it took the older man a few moments to regain his equilibrium as well as his remaining few wits to realize he was probably crushing Nick.  Lifting and guiding the smaller man up to lean against his chest, Derek hugged him tenderly, his hands rubbing along his arms, gentling and quieting the remaining tremors.

Removing the robe belt from his mouth, Nick let out a low moan.  For the longest time he was silent, panting for air through his mouth, his head leaning back against the sharp collar of Derek's shoulder.

"The next time we go out for a spin, " the ex-SEAL said, his voice hoarse from misuse, "I'm drivin'."

A chuckle sounded tired, breath ghosting over his ear.  "You think so?"

"If this is what it gets me, hell, yes, I think so."

With only enough strength to untie his lover and drag them both into bed, Derek turned out the light, snuggling close as Nick wrapped his arms around Derek's stomach, his head pillowed against his heart.  With only a passing thought to cleanup, the older man listened in the darkness as Nick's voice sleepily challenged him one last time.

"And you said there was no thrill in speeding."

Epilogue . . .

The next morning, Nick found Derek in his office, paperwork the ever-present bane of Legacy existence looming high on his desk.  It would seem their one day holiday had come to an end.  Backing over that thought, he blushed, chuckling.  It certainly had, and wonderfully, too.  A shame they couldn't schedule breaks that that one.  Wonder if demons and evil spirits would adhere to human imposed vacation breaks?

Nah, probably not.

Having caught the tail-end of a video-link discussion with Sloan, the ex-SEAL was in no hurry to find out just what the head precept wanted  this time.  He'd leave that in more capable hands than his.

Speaking of which, one of those hands waved at him to take a seat.

"Ah . . . no thanks."  Derek looked up at the wry refusal and caught the faint blush as Nick declined.  "I think I'd rather stand.  For a while."

Derek's warm smile was wicked, holding a hint of humor as well as love.  "Good."

The younger man laughed at the smug grin.

"I just wanted to give you this."

From a desk drawer, Derek handed Nick his camera.

"What's this?" Looking back up to Derek, confused, Nick automatically took it.

"It's yours, Nick.  Develop them, or not."  Moving around his desk, Derek placed a gentle kiss on his lips, ignoring the possibility of Alex, Rachel or one of the others, all of whom had arrived back on the island earlier this morning, walking in and discovering them together.  "It's up to you.  But you  were beautiful.  Thank you for showing that to me."

Stunned, his nerves still jangled, Nick managed to look from the camera in his hands to his lover's face, reading the honest admiration there.  "No."  Slowly and with great care Nick spoke quietly.  "No, you showed it to me."

Derek's smile softened, his hand caressing the hard jaw before dropping.  "Go on, get out of here.  Before someone discovers us -- or this blasted paperwork consumes you, too."

Nick grinned.  "You got it."  Moving slowly, he was halfway through the door before he turned, weighing the camera in his hands.  "Thanks."

One floor above and a few doors down, Nick Boyle took a deep breath, thought carefully over his options . . .

. . . and stepped into the darkroom.

The End

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