Overnighter

by mardel

NC-17 slash, I just borrowed them for the story.


OVERNIGHTER
By Mardel

"You grew up in weather like this?" Darien shivered again and tried to wrap his black leather jacket tighter around his lean frame.

"Yeah, this isn't even all that cold. Haven't you ever been where it gets cold?" Bobby was enjoying their assignment in Northern California. He didn't even have his jacket buttoned.

"I told you I grew up in southern California. I'm a beach bum at heart." Darien hurried towards the building. They were supposed to make contact with the person that had made the complaint.

"You're to soft my friend, you have to embrace the elements." Bobby stopped and lifted his arms to the sky, grinning as the wind blew his jacket open, and Darien continued to hurry towards the warmth of the building.

"You enjoy yourself, I'm going inside." Darien called over his shoulder.

Bobby laughed, it had been a few years since he's been north he wasn't as use to the cold as he once was. He followed his partner and they located the correct office.

"Agents Fawkes and Hobbes, here to interview Mr. Garret." Bobby flashed his badge, allowing the assistant at the front desk to only see it for a milii second. He hated that they no longer worked for HHS. Some how the Bureau of Weights and Measures just didn't carry the same importance.

"Yes, Sir he's expecting you." She said looking up at Bobby from her place behind a tall reception desk. Her eyes continued on up to Darien, standing behind Bobby and she smiled, one eye brow lifting as she admired him.

Darien smiled back, he was always willing to be friendly.

"The first door on the left." She added.

"Thanks," Darien followed his partner up the hallway.

"I can't take you anywhere." Bobby complained, he'd seen Darien responding to the look the receptionist had given him.

"I was only being nice. You know I'm going home with you." Darien spoke softly so they wouldn't be overheard.

"Damn straight you are, Claire is the only third party allowed, and you know it."

"I'm not suggesting anything, I just smiled at her." Darien protested.

"Not now, let me ask the questions." Bobby knocked on the door.

It opened and a tall black man was standing there, he looked worn out and somewhat rumpled. "Come in gentlemen. I'm Franklin Garret."

"Mr. Garret my Partner Darien Fawkes, I'm Bobby Hobbes. We understand you have information you wish to share with the government?"

"Yes, please have a seat. I debated with myself for two days about reporting this." He paced back to sit behind his desk, "I'm sure this is going to sound like the ranting of crack pot. But I assure you that what I'm about to describe did happen."

"Yes, Sir please explain." Bobby took a seat to the left of their host.

"My wife and I met in college, she was studying to be a surgeon. I was taking engineering. She's become a skilled and respected micro surgeon. Three days ago an old friend from her college days contacted her. She had a difficult case. She wanted Helen to assist her with a special patient."

"What was the name of this old friend?"

"Dr. Elizabeth Rindel. She arranged to bring her patient up here, but she claimed they needed a private medical facility. The procedure was so experimental that no hospital would allow it to be preformed."

Darien was listening, he'd not expected this case to be interesting. But if his wife was a skilled micro surgeon, she might be able to assist Claire with his problem. He listened very carefully, as Garret continued.

"Helen arranged for a private operating room at the medical college. Dr. Rindel arrived with her patient. I was curious about the whole situation and a little concerned. But my wife didn't want me to interfere. I watched from the observation room attached to the operating room. The patient was wrapped in bandages, Dr. Rindel insisted that the site they would be preforming the operation on was undamaged, but her skills weren't up to the task of reattaching the nerves that had been severed. She attached a special filter to the microscope used during surgery. Helen was able to preform the nessicary reconnecting. The patient a man with a accent was thrilled."

"Arnaud." Bobby and Darien both said almost under their breath.

"Now here come the part you aren't going to believe. The patient disappeared, at will it seemed. Right there in the operating room. Then he re-appeared. My wife told me afterwards she almost fainted. Now I've been a loyal American for forty years, and I think this man must be some new type of secret weapon. My wife said I should keep quiet about it. Her friend wouldn't get mixed up in anything against our country. But I felt I had to report this. I don't know the name of the man, but if you were to question Dr. Rindel...."

"You say this took place three days ago?" Bobby stood up.

"Yes, you mean you believe me?" Garret looked relieved.

"Yes, and as a Agent of the United States government I'd like to thank you forreporting this incident. We have been tracking Dr. Rindel's movements forthe past few months. But she slipped off the radar recently. If you wouldn't speak with anyone else about this." Bobby nodded.

"Of course. I'm just glad you believe me."

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Once they were back in the van.

"I can't believe it, he's got it working now." Darien slammed his hand into the dash board.

"Not, good news I'll agree. But at least we know he's got it working. That's a point in our favor." Bobby started up the van, and turned the heat on high for his partner.

"How did we get the tip? Don't you think it's kind of weird that it got to the agency that could use the information? Nothing ever works that well for us." Darien held his hands over the hot air vent and rubbed them together.

"Eberts said that Dr. Rindel is being tracked and he had a flag on her name. If anything came in regarding her, from a parking ticket to a airline reservation he was to be contacted. So when Garret mentioned her name, we got the call."

"Good work Eberts man, that's using your head." Darien nodded.

"It's a long drive back, we are allowed to spend one night in a motel. What do you say to some dinner and ..." Bobby bounced his eyebrows at his partner.

"I thought you'd never ask, let's go." Darien grinned his evil, 'I've got a few ideas' grin at Bobby.

They picked up a couple of KFC chicken dinners and chose a motel on the way back towards the interstate.

"I'm starving," Darien said as he set down the bag of food and turned to face Bobby who was locking the door to their room.

"Dig in Partner, you need to keep your strength up." Bobby was checking out the room.

"I can eat later, it's you I'm hungry for." Darien placed a hand on the base of Bobby's head and leaned over him for a deep kiss.

Bobby welcomed him, wrapping both arms around Darien's back and responding with enthusiasm to the kiss.

"Umm, the Official doesn't know he did us a favor by sending us on an overnight together." Darien said between kisses.

"Don't count on it happening again anytime soon." Bobby pushed the leather jacket off Darien's shoulders, and stroked both hands over his muscled back. "You're still cold."

"I won't be much longer, you know how to warm me up." Darien groaned, as Bobby rubbed his groin against Darien's arousal.

"To warm you up, we're going to have to take these clothes off." Bobby growled. He slipped his warm hands under the edge of Darien's sweater, pushing it up as he caressed the taunt flesh that was his partner's abdomen. Bobby used both thumbs to traced a path up Darien's hard body as he lifted the sweater. The rippled muscles over his abdomen, the lean ribs and rise of his pectoral muscles. A magnificent panorama of male perfection.

Darien groaned again, and pulled the sweater off over his head. "You need to shed a few clothes too, Bobby."

"In a minute, I'm trying to warm you up." Bobby was now stroking his warm hands over Darien's back as he caressed his partner's left nipple with his tongue. He long ago learned Darien was hot wired to stimulation there, he melted and vibrated all at the same time. His cock swelled in response to the gentle nuzzling.

"Ahh, man that feels so good..." Darien groaned, spreading his feet apart in an attempt to maintain his balance under Bobby's attentions. His going limp from the wonderful caresses, everywhere but his cock. That was beginning to throb, with need for some action.

"Easy there Dare, you need to lay down?" Bobby steadied Darien as he began to list towards one side.

"It's not fare, I'm half naked and you're still wearing all of your clothes."

"Ok, hot shot, you take off your pants and I'll meet you on the bed."

Bobby shrugged out of his jacket, then stepped out of his boots, toeing them off quickly. He was unbuttoning his shirt and removing his slacks as Darien watched from the bed.

"Yeah, that's more like it, you have a great build Hobbesy, you keep it hidden under those button down shirts."

Bobby joined Darien in the bed, moving to lay along side of his tall partner. "I'm not bad, but compared to you... I'm ..."

"You're mine, and I think you look hot Bobby. Come here." Darien pulled him into a tight embrace, rubbing his groin into Bobby's crotch. They stroked tongues and hands roamed from shoulder to ass and back, as they both became even more aroused.

"I may be yours, but you need to remember that you are mine." Bobby nipped Darien on the curve of his shoulder, just enough to leave a mark.

"I know Bobby, you make me feel things no one has ever made me feel. I want you." Darien's eyes were dark with passion, he was already close to experiencing a climax.

"Not half as much as I want you, pretty boy." Bobby took up position over Darien, and used the small tube of lube they always kept handy. He prepared his lover for him and slipped inside. "Yeah, that's tight, feels good."

"Give it to me Bobby, you know I love it when you ride me hard." Darien pulled Bobby down for another kiss. While at the same time lifting into the deep thrusts of Bobby's hips.

Bobby was braced over his partner, thrusting long and deep, groaning with the effort and the pleasure. He knew just how to ride Darien to give him what he needed, taking him to orgasm and reaching his own climax. "Talk to me Dare, let me know how you feel?"

"God Bobby, you know, more,... harder, that's so good...Yeah, that's it." Darien reached his peak of release, and groaned deeply.

Bobby continued to thrust for another few moments then joined Darien in climax. His back arched in a tight forward arc as he finished, his shaft pumping his release in several powerful eruptions. He managed to not collapse completely on to Darien. He rested some of his weight on his partner.

Darien was still flying, enjoying the waves of pleasure coursing through his system. "So perfect, you make me feel so much. Only you." Darien stroked a hand up Bobby's back. He was never going to get enough of this.

"That goes for me too." Bobby confessed. He eased off of Darien, moving to lay beside him to recover.

"I owe you now." Darien turned onto his side so he could study Bobby.

"You don't owe, why do you always say things like that?" Bobby swallowed, his breath was almost back to normal. But his heart was still pounding.

"I always feel like I'm the one getting everything from this relationship. I know you get pleasure, but I get so much pleasure being with you Bobby. You give me everything I need." Darien reached a hand to caress Bobby's arm, then moved it up to his shoulder, and down his chest.

"It's not just you Partner. I've never felt the things I do with you. The trust, the connection, the emotion. I rely on my meds less since we became a team." Bobby looked into Darien's dark eyes.

"I'm glad for that. You're sure you don't want me to?" Darien smiled and let his eyes drop towards Bobby's cock.

"Why don't we eat dinner and worry about that later?" Bobby moved to sit up.


END PART 1