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Voyeurs 2
by Lianne Burwell
April 1999
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Jackie Janczyk, former Mafia princess, now secret agent, was feeling 
good. There was nothing like a good hard workout pumping iron, followed 
by a steam bath and shower, to get the blood flowing. Now she was dressed 
to the nines and ready to hit the town.

Look out, Toronto. Jackie's on the prowl.

She shut her locker and was heading for the door when something caught 
her attention.

"What the *hell* is your problem, Mac!?"

She stopped, and a sly grin came to her face. The loud voice was 
unmistakably that of Vic Mansfield, ex-cop and general pain in the ass.

Very cute pain in the ass though. Not quite as cute a Mac, but still 
cute. She still couldn't understand how LiAnn could have been stupid 
enough to dump either man. Hell, if she'd played her cards right, LiAnn 
could have had *both* of them. Not that she ever would have considered 
that, the preachy little bitch.

Jackie paused, the image coming to mind of a sweaty three-way tangle with 
LiAnn in the middle. Then she laughed, and deleted LiAnn and put herself 
in the picture. Much better. She already knew that Mac was a tiger in 
bed, and she would bet that with the right encouragement, Vic would be 
just as wild.

In the meantime, the shouting was getting louder.

Jackie decided that Toronto would have to wait. This sounded like one 
show that was just too good to pass up. For some reason, Mac had been 
needling Vic even more than usual lately. Insults and innuendoes, 
comments about Vic's taste in music and clothing, his lack of ability as 
a cook. And above all, his sex life, or lack thereof.

Anyway, he'd been pushing and pushing, and it sounded like Vic was about 
to push back.

Jackie headed down the hall to the door to a locked office door, and 
slipped her lock-picks out of her purse. She might not be in Mac's 
league, but she was pretty darn good with them. In very little time, she 
had the door open.

At a glance, you didn't see anything in the office. Just the standard 
four white walls and a desk. She ran her hand along the underside of the 
desk, and pressed the button there.

What wasn't common knowledge, and she'd only learned by accident, was 
that the mirrored wall in the gym was one-way glass. Dobrinsky's office 
was on the other side, where he could keep an eye on whatever was 
happening.

With an almost inaudible hum, a wall slid to the side, revealing the 
one-way glass wall. Her only regret was that she hadn't found the control 
for the speakers. She was sure that there must be one, but had never 
really had the time to go looking for it. After all, being caught 
searching Dobrinsky's office was not a good idea.

She slipped into the leather-covered swivel chair and settled in for the 
show.

They hadn't gotten very far, yet. Vic was standing in an almost defensive 
crouch, his back to her. He was dressed for a workout, and she paused a 
moment to appreciate the way that the man's sweatpants hugged his world-
class ass before turning her attention to Mac.

Mac Ramsey was the image of relaxation. He was leaning against the far 
wall, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk plastered across his face. 
He was dressed as if for a night out in a dark suit and white silk shirt. 
The man had great taste in clothes -- unlike Vic -- and dressed to show 
off his own good looks.

Mac pushed away from the wall and advanced on Vic, saying something. She 
might not be able to tell what Mac had said, but it had to have been a 
doozy. Even from the back, she could see Vic getting even more tense. The 
boy was going to have a stroke if he didn't relax soon.

She could think of a few ways to relax him, she thought with a grin.

Vic said something, then turned away and headed for the free weights set 
up at one end of the room. He picked up a hand weight and started doing 
arm curls that had her wincing. C'mon, if you're going to do them, at 
least do them *right*.

Mac followed him, obviously being very quiet about it. It wasn't until he 
was standing right behind Vic that he actually said anything.

The effect was immediate. Vic dropped the weight, narrowly missing his 
own foot. He spun, face turning red, then jumped back. Mac advanced 
again, and Vic's face hardened. This time, he didn't back up. Vic held 
still until Mac stopped right in front of him, a grin plastered across 
his face. Mac was saying something, and she could almost hear the purr in 
his voice. Mac had one hell of a voice, and knew how to use it.

Jackie laughed in delight. Vic was *blushing*! Mr. Nothing-Bothers-Me was 
actually *blushing*.

Suddenly, Mac stepped away, his arms out to the side. It looked like he 
was inviting Vic to take his best shot. Well, if that was the invitation, 
Mansfield was obviously going to take it. He clenched his fist, then 
swung straight at Mac's jaw.

Naturally, Mac blocked the blow. Then, before the older man could react, 
his foot swung out in an arc, catching the back of Vic's calves, and the 
man went down. Hard.

Jackie winced. Good thing the gym floor was covered in workout mats. 
Otherwise Vic could have gotten himself a concussion, the way his head 
bounced off the floor. Instead, all it did was disorient him long enough 
for Mac to pin him to the mat.
Vic struggled, trying to buck the younger man off. Vic might have the 
slight edge in muscle and weight, but Mac had the advantage of height and 
leverage. He just hung onto the other man's wrists and rode out the man's 
trashing.

Vic might be a lot of things, she noted, but stupid wasn't one of them. 
He quickly gave up on brute force and relaxed into the mat. She could 
just see from her angle the resigned look on his face. He said something, 
and she *really* wished she knew where the speaker controls were or that 
she at least knew how to read lips. He looked up at the ceiling, 
deliberately not meeting Mac's eyes.

Mac's grin changed, and she blinked in surprise. She'd seen that 
expression before, back when she'd been running the Janczyk family and 
she'd caught him trying to search her bedroom. Only thing was, she'd seen 
it right before he'd...

Yep. Right before he'd kissed her. Of course, she didn't remember him 
being quite that intense about it.

By the time he pulled back from the kiss, Mac was breathing hard. Vic 
looked stunned. Jackie felt pretty stunned herself. She never would have 
guessed that Mac swung both ways. She was even more surprised that he 
would go for *Vic* of all people.

Not that it was going to get him anywhere. Vic practically had "straight" 
tattooed on his forehead. He probably only ever had sex in the missionary 
position. Any second now, he was going to...

Ooookay. He was going to try to perform a tonsillectomy on Mac with just 
his tongue. Looked like Mac wasn't the only one with unplumbed depths.

Jackie sat up a little straighter now. When she'd decided to covertly 
watch the confrontation, she'd expected to see the two men trying to take 
each other apart. After all, they were constantly on each others case, 
bickering over every little detail. From what she'd heard, it had started 
with LiAnn, although she'd never seen any element of *that*. They acted 
more like brothers, each trying to top the other.

Although *that* was a phrase about to take on new meaning.

Meanwhile, Mac was still on top of Vic, although he was no longer having 
to keep the older man pinned. Instead, his hands were busily pulling at 
Vic's t-shirt and sweatpants, while Vic was returning the favor. Looked 
like Mac's silk shirt was going to need a few new buttons. Not to mention 
that his beautiful suit was going to need a pressing, considering the 
wadded up piles of cloth it ended up in. In fact, considering the results 
of the clothing explosion, you'd think that there was a full fledged orgy 
going on instead of just two men.

Of course, those two men seemed determined to have an orgy all by 
themselves. They rolled across the floor, hands and lips everywhere, 
until they came to rest right in front of the mirrors.

Jackie was breathing hard now. This was hotter than any porn flick she'd 
ever seen. In fact, it was so damn hot that her panties were about to 
melt. If it weren't for the fact that she was sitting in Dobrinsky's 
office, she'd get rid of them and do something about it. As it was, as 
soon as the show was over, she was going to head over to the Caligula and 
find herself some buff leather-boy to deal with this little problem.

Now that they'd come to rest, Vic was back on the bottom again with Mac 
seeming like he was trying to suck the other man's eyes out through his 
dick. From the closed eyes and expression on his face, Vic was enjoying 
himself immensely.

At the last moment, Mac pulled back, just using his hands to pump Vic to 
climax. Jackie just about melted into a puddle as she watched Mac use 
Vic's own cream to prepare him. Then Vic was bent almost double as Mac 
slid into him in one fast stroke. Vic actually hollered loud enough to 
hear through the thick glass.

Mac looked determined to make this last as long as possible. He would 
thrust hard, three or four times, then pause before making several 
thrusts that looked to be almost in slow motion. From her position, 
behind Vic's head, looking down the length of his body, Jackie could see 
that the older man's cock apparently deciding it wanted to rejoin the 
party.

From her vantage point she also had a great view of Mac's cock pistoning 
in and out of Vic's ass, and she pressed up against the glass in an 
unconscious attempt to get even closer. Every so often, she had to back 
off and clean off the condensation from her breath off the glass.

And she wasn't the only one with a great view. Mac looked up suddenly, 
and gasped. For one brief moment, Jackie was sure that he could somehow 
see her. But then Mac pressed Vic a little further back on his shoulders, 
still staring at her, and she realized that he was watching their 
reflection. It was probably even better than a glass ceiling over a bed.

Well, the view obviously to make Mac lose control. His thrusts were 
getting erratic, and he reached down and started pumping at Vic's now 
fully-inflated erection. Both of them were making enough noise to filter 
through the glass. Just grunts and moans, but at full volume.

Then, with a bellow, Mac froze, and his grip tightened on Vic's cock. His 
hips spasmed, and his face screwed up in that ridiculous expression men 
got when they came. Vic's cock started to spurt in his fist, and the 
other man arched up off the floor, yelling. This time he was loud enough 
to make out what he was saying.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaac!"

The two men slumped to the ground, breathing hard. *Jackie* was breathing 
hard. Damnit, she wasn't going to make it to the Caligula. She needed it 
and she needed it now.

There was a whisper of sound as the door behind her opened. She turned, 
and found the owner of the office standing behind her. He looked past her 
at the scene in the gym and smirked. "Care for some popcorn?"

Jackie stood up, not terribly steady on her feet. "No thanks," she said, 
grinning like crazy. "But I wouldn't mind some... *other* kind of snack."

She glanced down at his crotch, and nearly drooled when she saw the mound 
twitch and start to grow.

Oh, yeah. That would hit the spot, all right.

* * * * *

"What the hell was *that*!?" Vic gasped, waiting for his back to recover 
enough to stand up. Mac grinned at him, looking thoroughly debauched. 
He'd pulled his clothes back on while Vic just lay there, but the strange 
lack of buttons on his shirt meant that it hung open, displaying a well-
defined furry chest.

Suddenly, Vic had the urge to knock the other man down and rub himself 
all over him, just to find out what all that chest hair would feel like 
rubbing against his nipples. His cock gave a half-hearted twitch, then 
subsided.

Mac grinned again, and held out his hand to help Vic to his feet. "I got 
tired of resisting, so I decided to stop."

Vic stretched, found that his back was no longer screaming at him, and 
said, "Resisting what?"

"The urge to do this."

Mac stepped in close and wrapped his arms around Vic. Very slowly, and 
very gently, he lowered his face a fraction until their lips came 
together.

Unlike at the start of all this, the kiss was very tender. Vic's eyes 
drifted shut, and he gave himself up to the kiss. Tongues met, this time 
in a caress not a duel. Breath was shared instead of stolen.

When Mac pulled away, they were both smiling.

"Anyway," Mac said, reaching down and grabbing Vic's sweatpants, "how 
about you get dressed and we take this to someplace where someone isn't 
going to walk in on us at any second?"

Vic snorted, and started pulling on his clothes. "C'mon, Mac," he said as 
they left the gym. "Who else would be in here at this time of night?"

Mac opened his mouth, but before he could say a word he was interrupted 
by a long drawn-out scream. Of the female variety.

Instantly, both men were alert and poised for battle.

"Yes! Harder! Give it to me, Mr. Dobrinsky!"

Both men stared at the door to Dobrinsky's office.

"Jackie?" "*Dobrinsky*?" the two men chorused in disbelief.

They both shuddered. Ignoring the groans and pants and other noises 
coming from behind the closed door, they headed for the main entrance at 
a pace that was just barely short of a run.

Mac shuddered again. "*That* I could have done without knowing."

Vic grinned, and pulled the man into a hug. "My place," he purred. "I'll 
make you forget all about it."

Mac grinned. "I'll hold you to that."


THE END