"Oh, god...right there..."

The harsh sound of panting filled the room. Harley had draped himself over his lover's body. Two of Skids' lubed and nimble fingers were stroking the inside of the lithe blonde while his other hand sought out sensitive spots that he had discovered in previous explorations.

Their lengths were pressed against each other and as they moved, the friction slid deliously through their bodies causing shudders and quakes. Harley slithered up to pepper his lover's face with sharp wet kisses, encouraging Skids to add another finger. The blonde growled appreciatively.

*Riiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnggg*

Skids paused.

"If you pick up that phone, I will end you."

"But..."

*Riiiiiinnnnnnggg*

"No."

"But what if Cy.."

*Riiiiiinnnnnnggg*

"If Cyanide blew himself up again, he can wait ten more minutes until you finish what you started."

"But..."

Click. "You have reached the home of Harley Goldman and Skids Dianglo. Leave a message after the scream.....HARLEY! GET AWAY FROM THE ANSWERING *Beeeeeep*

Click...beep. Hang up.

"Harley!"

But Skids was smiling and gently began stretching his lover again, bringing his full attention back to the situation at hand.

** Across town**

"Do you know how much I miss you during the week?" Mik growled, pushing his lover on the bed. Cya fell back gracefully enough and somehow managed to look skeptical and cynical while being spread naked on a bed. It was a unique talent.

"I'm sure you're going to tell me."

Mik growled. Cya let the half-smirk die on his face.

"I miss this." And Mik ran his hand along one tan flank. Cya shivered.

"Knew you just wanted me for my body." He rose to meet the Russian, joining their lips in a starving kiss. He drew back long enough to schooch farther up the bed, watching Mik crawl after him. The warmth between them vibrated and the musky smells of sex began to fill the room.

It was always like this now, on Friday nights when Cyandie drove back from his apartment near his grad school and came back to claim his rightful place by Mik's side and his bed. He would walk in the door, only to be attacked by the larger man. After the first kiss was the careful inspection of the slowly healing burns. Once that was taken care of, it was straight to the bedroom for crazed and desperate sex.

"Dios..." Cya moaned as Mik bit at his neck and ran large possessive hands over soft espresso skin. His talented mouth made it's way to Cya's straining erection. "Missed you there..."

*Riiiiinnnnnng*

Cyanide threaded fingers in thick black hair, encouraging his lover, arching off the bed with need.

*Riinnnnnnnng*

Mik let his fingers dance across spread thighs.

*Riiiinnnnnng*

They caressed sensitive backs of Cyanide's knees, causing the younger man to buck upwards.

*Riiinnnnng*

"Want you in me...." Cya panted out.

*Riiinnnnng*

Mik long armed and managed to grab the lube he had thrown on the bed earlier in preparation for his lover's immanent arrival.

*Riiin-*

Click. "You have reached the Rasputin-Torres residence, please leave a message after the beep and we'll try and get back to you as soon as possible." Beeeeeep.

Click. Beep. Hang up

Smiling with satisfaction, Mik licked and sucked his way up his lovers body, leaving rapidly reddening marks as he went. Thick fingers prepared his way as they joined in another hungry kiss. When Mik drew away for breath, he studied the young man below him. Cya's face was a map of desire from the brown eyes a blaze to the dark lips parted for breath.

"So beautiful." He muttered as he drew himself closer, lifting long lean legs over his shoulders. "Love you."

"Yeah. Love you too. Now fuck me!"

"Done."

In one long easy stroke that was like coming home, they were joined. Mik soon started the sure slow rhythm that Cyanide always responded too. Sure enough by the third thrust into the tight velvet, the Latino started to make his trademark small guttural whimpers, hands clenching around Mik's warm biceps propped above him. He came with a low moan that seemed to have been ripped out from somewhere soul deep. Mik continued on, concentrating only on sweet pleasure of his lover's body and the vague encouraging noises the Latino made. Mik's orgasm tore through him with a vengeance, shuddering through his body like a wave.

He managed to roll clear of his lover before collapsing completely and curling against the familiar warmth.

"The Rasputin-Torres residence?"

Mik groaned, he'd been hoping that Cya wouldn't notice.

"You live here."

"I'm aware of that. But since when are we hyphanated?"

"Uhh...a month ago?"

There was a silence and for a long moment, Mik was sure this was going to wind up in a fight.

"I like it. Torres-Rasputin..."

"Rasputin-Torres." Mik reminded him, draping an arm over the other man,

"You can be Mikhael Rasputin-Torres, I'll be Cyanide *yawn* Torres-Rasputin. Everyone's happy."

"I like the sound of that." *This would probably be a good time to ask...* But a gentle snore informed him that Cyanide had already drifted over to sleep.