Uniform/Partners series #2: Desire

by Lynne

NC-17

I just borrowed them for the story.

Special thanks to my beta reader. Thanks Joyce.

This story is a follow up to There's Something About a Man in Uniform.

It was a week after Darien and Bobby had put each other out of their mutual torment and enjoyed one another.

There's something About A Man In Uniform 2: Desire
by Lynne

"Partner, I was thinking." Bobby said as he was driving them back from yet another case. It seemed to Bobby that the Official had been sending them on some very minor cases recently.

"Don't hurt yourself Bobby."

"Ha, ha, ha very funny. You're in a strange mood today. What's up?"

"I don't know. Do you get the feeling they don't know what to do with me anymore?" Darien was sitting slouched in his seat, his resting on the dash.

" I have a few ideas of what I could do with you. But that wasn't the question was it?" Bobby grinned at Darien, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, you'd think if the Agency spent so much time on developing the invisible thing, they would have better uses for you than stealing records."

"Yeah, do you think there might be something going on? Like all those tests Claire ran on me a few weeks ago. She'd tell me if there was something wrong, wouldn't she? " Darien looked worried, he was fiddling with a bottle of water he'd been drinking from off and on all day, twisting it in his hands.

"She'd tell you after all this time. She's also want to do even more tests." Bobby tried to reassure his partner.

Bobby pulled into the parking area, and climbed out of the beat up van. Darien met him at the side door and they reported in together.

"We got the files you wanted Chief." Bobby handed the files and disks to Eberts, who was ever present at the Official's side.

"That was quick I didn't expect you to complete the mission in one day." The Official studied Darien, he'd hoped to keep his newest agent busy while Claire worked on the test results she'd notified him of.

" Eberts do we have another case for Fawkes and Hobbes?"

"No, sir. I will have information regarding the Hepburn Project by tomorrow morning." Eberts stepped forward and informed his boss.

"Good. Why don't you write up a report on this case Hobbes. Fawkes I believe the Keeper needed to see you when you returned." he nodded and dismissed them.

Darien gave Bobby a worried look. They walked down the hall towards Bobby's small office and the Keep.

"Want me to go with you Partner?" Bobby was willing to provide emotional support to his friend if he wanted it.

"No, it's probably nothing. I'll see you later." Darien shook his head, but what he really wanted to do was say, Yes please come with me. I'm scared this could be the bad news I've been worried about.

"The Official said you wanted to see me?" Darien came through the door of the Keep.

"Darien, yes, please come sit down. I'm afraid I need to take some blood."

"Is there something wrong Claire? Something you aren't telling me?"

"Well no, I was just concerned about the level of melatonin in your last blood test."

"Melatonin. That was the stuff that made me have those dreams last year. Made me sleep walk and everything."

"Yes, the last blood test I ran, the levels were elevated. I wanted to keep an eye on them." Claire checked his tattoo. He was still only half way towards needing a shot.

"Take your jacket off please."

Darien removed his jacket and sat on the exam table again. He was really starting to hate needles. Claire tied the tourniquet around his biceps. "This will only take a moment." She stuck the needle in his arm and filled a tube with his blood.

"There that wasn't so bad now was it." She placed a cotton ball over the site of the needle and bent his arm up, while agitating the tube to mix the coagulant with the blood sample.

"So what kinds of side affects might I have this time? Sleep walking again?"

"No, I don't think so. You may have dreams that seem more real than usual. You may be sleepy even after you've just woken up after a nights' sleep." Claire hesitated. She didn't really want to tell him what other side effects he might have. Sometimes the power of suggestion was enough for the symptoms to manifest themselves. She didn't really want him to experience increased sexual awareness if it wasn't necessary.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, I think so. Of course you may not experience any changes in your sleep patterns." Claire didn't look at him directly.

Darien knew he wasn't being told the whole story. "Claire, you'd tell me if there was something to worry about right?"

"Yes, Darien, of course. I promise to call you later after I've finished the tests." She patted his arm. It wasn't as if she was worried he was about to become deathly ill from the raised hormone levels.

Darien was walking towards Bobby's office. He'd been wanting Bobby to come home with him again. He wanted to spend some time exploring his partner's great build. They had both gotten sidetracked last time. Darien was feeling hot all of the sudden. Just thinking about Bobby at his mercy, ... willing, was getting him turned on.

Darien recalled the sight of Bobby the last time they had spent time alone in his office. Bobby's build was deceptive, the clothes he usually wore didn't hint at the splendor underneath, the powerful shoulders, wide chest and beautiful taunt abdomen. Darien was making himself aroused just thinking about Bobby.

He knocked then entered Hobbes's office. "Hey Partner lets go get some Chinese or something then, back to my place. What do you say?"

Bobby looked up from his report writing. He was getting to be very talented with a keyboard and the Word Program on his computer terminal. It was Ebert's old system. He'd gotten it after Ebert's fifth request for a larger memory had been approved.

"Almost done here. Have a seat." Bobby was typing away.

Darien sighed and sat down. He attempted to focus on an ancient magazine, laying on the battered end table. But his eyes kept straying to Bobby's profile. Darien unconsciously licked his lips. He'd never noticed how strong Bobby's profile was, masculine, his jaw line was chiseled. Darien longed to kiss that jaw, taste the after shave Bobby wore. It was subtitle, kind of musky. Then there were his hands, they were busy at the moment. They were strong hands, talented hands. Darien remembered how he'd learned they were talented hands, right here on this couch.

Darien exhaled again, he was really getting hot now. He sat forward and removed his jacket. He was wearing a shirt that was part polyester, it didn't breath very well. He unbuttoned a few of the top buttons to help him cool off.

Bobby was almost done with the report he just had to wait for it to format to the standard agency form now. He'd noticed Darien taking off his jacket, out of the corner of his eye. But now his partner was undoing his shirt, Bobby turned his head to watch. He admired his younger partner's long lean frame. Darien's chest was magnificent, his pecs the perfect amount of muscle, his skin smooth.

"You getting ideas again there Fawkes?" Bobby hoped he was.

"Would you consider joining me over here on the couch?" Darien grinned wickedly at Bobby.

"What did you have in mind?" Bobby checked the progress of his report, it was still converting to the proper format.

" I'd like a repeat performance, but I'm willing to discuss other possibilities." Darien finished unbuttoning his shirt and let it fall open. He knew Bobby liked his chest, and at the moment he wasn't above acting like a slut if it got him what he wanted.

Bobby locked his office door, and joined Darien on the beat up couch. They kissed, both mouths open, tongues touching and investigating. Bobby's hand was stroking it's way over Darien's chest. They were just starting to get involved seriously when there was an alarm.

"What the frell it that?" Darien asked from under Bobby.

"It's the fire alarm. Come on we have to go see if it's for real." Bobby hit the save button on his computer, then unlocked the door. His clothes were only slightly rumpled. But Darien had to button his shirt up at least part of the way as he joined Bobby in the hall.

"Eberts, is this for real?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Eberts rushed past on his way to the file archives with a hand held fire extinguisher.

"I'll help Eberts. You go see if the Keeper needs any help." Bobby yelled at his partner.

Darien knew he wasn't going to have his desire quenched now, so he ran down the hall to the lab.

"Claire what can I do?"

"Do you know where the fire is located?"

"No, Eberts was headed towards the basement."

"Then we may only need to take precautions. If we have to evacuate, I'm going to lose a lot of data." She was making back up copies of computer files.

"What about the rats and stuff, can we get them outside or something?"

"Yes the rodents can go, but I'm afraid the fish aren't very mobile."

Darien grabbed the dolly from the back of the lab, and started to stack cages on it. He was moving the load towards the door when it slide open. Bobby was carrying Eberts.

"Bobby what happened?" Claire left her computer and went to help him with the injured man.

"The fire was in the basement, some cleaner mixed together that caused a cloud of vapor that set off the alarm. Eberts shot the spill with his fire extinguisher and then he passed out." Hobbes explained after Darien helped put him on the exam table.

"Did you breathe in the vapor also?" Claire was putting her oxygen mask on Eberts face and turning on the tank.

"Just a little. I held my breath when I went in to grab him out of there. He's brave when it comes to defending his files or the Agency." Bobby commented.

"Here breathe in some of this." She hooked up the second mask and handed it to Bobby.

Darien was watching them both. Eberts looked flushed, but he was breathing normally. Bobby looked fantastic. He was all sweaty from carrying Eberts to the keep, his chest rising and falling rapidly from the exertion. Darien couldn't believe he was having another attack of desire now. In the middle of a crisis!

"Is Eberts going to be alright?' Darien asked trying to focus on something other than Bobby.

"Yes, his lungs sound clear." She opened a capsule of ammonia under his nose.

"What happened?"

"You saved the files buddy." Bobby removed his mask for a second and patted Eberts on the shoulder.

The Official entered the lab then. He was flushed, from rushing around during the alarm. It had just stopped the second before he entered the lab.

"How is he?"

"He's fine sir. He inhaled some of the fumes from that spill in the basement. But he should recover shortly." Claire reported smiling.

"Yes sir, I'm recovering nicely." Eberts said, pulling the mask from his face.

"You keep that in place for ten more minutes." Claire put the mask back.

"Hobbes that was quick thinking on your part. I saw you carrying Eberts in here."

"Thank you sir, just doing my job." Bobby nodded.

Darien wheeled the cages back to where he'd gotten them and returned each one to it's spot. He wanted to get Bobby alone tonight and if there was nothing much to clean up he figured they would be free to leave around the usual time.

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"Man I thought we'd never get out of there." Darien said to Bobby on the drive to the restaurant.

"Those files had to be moved. So the clean up crew could get into the file annex and clean up the mess."

"You were looking real attractive there Partner, all hot and sweaty." Darien was serious but Bobby thought he was making a crack. "Are you sure you don't want to eat later?" He sounded like he couldn't wait to get Bobby home.

"I'm starving. All I had for lunch today was a lousy cheese sandwich."

He glanced at Darien, who was staring at him. He'd removed his jacket to help with the files. His shirt was sticking to his back a little, he felt in need of a shower.

Darien knew if Bobby was hungry there was very little point in trying to convince him there were other appetites that needed to be fed. They ate dinner at the Red Dragon, one of Bobby's favorite places that was near The Agency. Then Bobby drove him home.

"Are you coming up with me?" Darien asked as Bobby pulled to the curb.

"No, I'm tired after today. I'll see you in the morning."

"What about what we started in your office before, you want to continue where we were interrupted?" Darien offered in his sexiest voice.

"The moment is over Partner. I wouldn't be very good company tonight. I'm to tired." Bobby explained, "I'll see you in the morning."

Darien stood watching Bobby drive off, with a longing he was very familiar with.

Darien went to his apartment and took a hot shower, then a cold one and climbed into bed. He was more tired than he realized and he managed to drift off to sleep quickly. But his dreams were very real. He woke up wanting Bobby even more than he had the day before.

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Darien had started his day with a cold shower and he was ready when Bobby arrived to pick him up.

Eberts met the duo in the hallway. " Gentlemen we have a lead on your next case. Please come with me." Eberts lead them to the Official's office.

"Fawkes, Hobbes this is Ivanoff, he's your next case. We've just gotten a tip that he's holed up in a hotel on Fifth St. He's stolen secret government documents and we want them back before he can pass them off to his contact. We also want him brought in by any means necessary."

"Understood Chief." Bobby nodded and motioned to Darien.

"Did that mean kill him if we have to?" Darien asked on the drive to the hotel.

"Yes, it did my friend. This must be one heavy duty bad guy." Bobby parked the van on a side street and they made their way to the fourth floor.

"You go see through and I'll put the cuffs on him. If we catch him off guard we might get lucky and not have to shot him."

Darien knocked on the hotel door. When Ivanoff looked out and saw no one he opened the door to look down the hall. When he saw no one, he stepped out of the room and Darien slipped in behind him and grabbed his arm.

"You're under arrest for spying." Darien told him, struggling to keep Ivanoff from escaping before Bobby arrived. Bobby rushed forward with the handcuffs, but Darien and Ivonoff were already struggling.

Darien was managing to keep an arm shoved up behind the spy's back but they were still moving back and forth. Their bodies bumping together several times. Which in Darien's current state of awareness, was enough to make him aroused from the contact.

"Crap I don't believe this." Darien looked down at his massive erection.

Bobby was wise enough to keep his mouth shut. He hustled their prisoner out to the van. Then waited for Darien to come join him with the documents. He didn't say anything to his partner they just drove back to the agency and turned Ivonoff over to two agents in charge of captures.

They both went in Bobby's office. He had to write up a report about the case.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Bobby asked, off handedly, while he was seated at his desk bringing up his computer.

"I don't know what's the matter with me. I've never been on such a short fuse where getting turned on was concerned."

" You should have said something to me last night."

"I did, but you said you were too tired." Darien reminded him, giving Bobby that puppy dog look, "But you were to busy."

"We probably have time now. If you want me to." Bobby moved out from around the desk.

"God, yes I want you. But what I need, I'm not sure we can do here." Darien was growing aroused again. He kissed Bobby, cupping his partner's firm ass and grinding his hips into Bobby's hard body. Bobby returned the passion of his partner's kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into the younger man's mouth. They moved together towards the beat up sofa that was in the corner of the office.

Bobby reached between their bodies and unzipped Darien's pants. He stroked the swollen organ of his partner, knowing Darien needed to come and soon. He worked his hand up and down the length of the throbbing shaft. Darien groaning in pleasure.

"Yeah that feels good, keep going Bobby."

It only took a few minutes and Darien was shooting off, his cock jerking in Bobby's hand. "Oh, crap that was what I needed." he panted, resting his head back on the sofa cushions.

"Give me a second and I'll take care of you." Darien was recovering. Bobby was aroused but he wanted more than just a fast hand job from his young hunk of a partner. What he really wanted was to ride him hard and fast. But he knew that wasn't possible.

Darien closed up his pants and licked his lips, " Come here super agent, let me show you how much I appreciate your skill." Darien unzipped Bobby's pants, pushing aside the underwear and fondling the thick hard cock. Bobby was well endowed and Darien was down on his knees sucking him before he realized what was happening. Bobby groaned, he'd not expected this. Sure the very first time they had been together Darien had given him the blow job of his life. But it had been their first time. He'd thought Darien was trying to win him over.

"Umm, Oh, .... ah Dare, that's feels so good." he fought to not thrust his hips into his partner's throat. But he lost the battle. He was being sucked off by a man who knew just what to do to make him come.

Bobby's hips were working his cock down Darien's throat as he pumped hard one last time and shot off. Darien continued to milk him, swallowing the hot fluid and stroking his partner's balls to help him finish completely.

"God Dare, that was amazing." Bobby swallowed and tried to focus his eyes on his lover's face. Darien patted the now subsiding organ and placed it back in side Bobby's shorts. He zipped his partner up and sat next to him on the sofa. They shared a kiss.

"I think that should hold me for a little while." Darien smiled, he wasn't sure he was telling the truth, he'd almost gotten hard again while doing Bobby.

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"You wanted me?" Darien asked the Keeper.

"Yes, I wanted to tell you about the tests. Your melatonin level is still elevated. I've prepared a shot I'd like to give you to ease the effects it's having on your system. Have you been experiencing any of the symptoms we discussed?" Claire waved him towards the exam table.

"No, but is there anything else I should expect?" Darien didn't want to tell her he was horny as hell, if he didn't have to.

"There are a few other possible symptoms, but I don't want to put the idea in your head. Are you experiencing something?" Claire didn't really want to discuss the possible side effects he could be having. Talking about sex with Darien was a topic she'd just as soon avoid.

"Yeah, maybe." He shifted in place on the exam table. He was watching Claire, she had her back to him, and she was wearing a skirt for a change. Her legs were very shapely. Darien realized what he was doing before he was past the point of putting a stop to it. He closed his eyes and focused on the needle he was about to get stuck with.

"Here, this is only a muscle injection." she wiped a spot off on his shoulder and stuck the needle in. It only took a second and she was done. "There, not so bad as the counter agent was it?"

"What's this supposed to do again?"

"It should ease the effects of the melatonin in your system. While I determine why the levels are elevated." She checked his monitor, then nodded to him she was finished.

Darien noticed a slight change in his awareness after the shot. So he knew the melatonin was the reason he was so horny. He was going to explain to Bobby as soon as they were alone at his place. If Bobby was sympathetic to his problem it could be a very rewarding evening for the both of them.

"I don't believe this, they want us to go out again and work on that Hepburn case now." Bobby met Darien in the hallway.

"First they don't give us cases that seem like they are important, and now they keep us so busy we don't know what to do."

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Darien groaned, shifted in his seat in the van. He was going crazy sitting only four feet from Bobby and wanting him. They'd been on the stake out for several hours now and nothing was happening.

"Hobbes, can't we pack it in? There's nothing going on here."

"Sorry Partner, the information was there was something going down here tonight." Bobby was watching the building complex on the other side of the fence through binoculars.

"Then can we take a break or something?" Darien asked hoping he could talk Bobby into making out with him.

"Break? What do you mean Fawkes?" Bobby lowered the binoculars and looked at his partner for the first time in an hour.

"See there's this problem I'm having. Claire did find something different in my last blood test. I've got an increased amount of melatonin in my blood stream."

"Melatonin. That's the stuff that made you sleep walk and see things last year right?" Bobby remembered. "So what's it doing to you this time?"

"Well, it's making me a ....." Darien paused,

"Yeah, what's wrong Partner? You can tell me anything." Bobby was serious. He was worried now since Darien wouldn't tell him.

"It's making me horny."

Bobby laughed, then stopped. "Sorry. I was expecting something worse."

"It's not funny. You saw what happened to me this morning when we caught that Russian guy." Darien was almost pouting, he'd wanted Bobby's sympathy.

Bobby checked in the binoculars one more time then turned towards Darien. "I think we can take a break, but it's going to have to be a short one." Bobby leaned over and placed a very hot kiss on his partner's mouth. Darien groaned, now this was what he needed.

"Can we go in the back maybe?" Darien asked once Bobby ended the kiss and looked into his eyes. "It's not carpeted back there, it won't be very comfortable."

"I don't care I need you so much Bobby." Darien's eyes were burning with his desire.

Both men moved into the back of the van. They stripped off clothes, making a rumpled heap in the middle of the floor.

"God Bobby you are so hot. You make me crazy even when there isn't some hormone helping make me aroused." Darien stared at his partner's naked body. Bobby was all hard muscle, dark hair and power. Darien stroked a hand up his cock. "I want to top you Bobby."

Bobby nodded. There wasn't anything to say. He would have preferred his first time with Darien be in nicer surroundings. But he cared to much to refuse. If this was what Darien needed, then he was ready.

"I've got lube." Darien pulled a small tube out of his jacket pocket.

Bobby lay on his back on the pile of clothes. His erection stretching up, arched against his abdomen. He eyed Darien's lean well muscled body, he wished there was time for more intimate touching, he longed to explore the contours of his partner's magnificent body.

Darien moved over the older man, slipping a well greased finger inside to prepare his lover for more. "You're so tight Bobby, relax a little." Darien used his other hand to stroke Bobby's huge erection, hoping to help him to relax. Darien's cock was leaking he was so ready, the pre cum adding to the lube already covering his long hard arousal.

Bobby was groaning. Darien was stimulating his prostate, giving him pleasure in preparation for his entry. Darien replaced his fingers with throbbing cock. Thrusting slowly but deeply. "Easy Bobby, I won't hurt you."

Darien stilled, waiting for Bobby to adjust to his swollen shaft.

"Feels good Partner, show me you know how to give pleasure."

"Oh, I know how." Darien's eyes grew darker, and he thrust forward. He rode Bobby in long deep strokes, building both their bodies to the bursting point in a short time.

" Just a little more." Bobby panted, he was so close.

"I've got a lot more." Darien thrust hard and to the hilt, making his lover groan out his climax. Darien kept pumping he was almost there himself, he lifted up and back then rammed down hard several times, his cock exploding as the powerful orgasm racked his body.

Darien panted, supporting himself from collapsing on top of Bobby. " That was great."

"You feel better now?" Bobby moved out from under Darien, cleaning his chest off from where he'd cum.
Darien smiled and kissed Bobby, "I feel great. I want you to do me Bobby."

"Another time, we have to get back to work." Bobby was getting dressed.

Darien's need had been to great. He'd not realized he was asking a lot from Bobby. They hadn't been this intimate before. It should have been under better circumstances.

"Bobby you know I care. This was just the gland taking control."

"I know, it's OK."

Bobby returned to watching for the man they were looking for. Darien finished getting his clothes back on. He was feeling guilty now, for having asked Bobby to have sex with him in the van. Especially since they hadn't gone so far before. But he didn't know what to say.

Neither man spoke. They just waited and watched. It was well past midnight when things finally started to happen.

"That's him. You know what to do. I'll back you up." Bobby pulled his forty-five out of the holster and cocked it ready for anything.

Darien opened his door and went invisible. He followed the man they knew as Hepburn into the building. Darien witnessed the transaction between Hepburn and an agent who worked for a Chinese arms company. He recorded the conversation between the two men. Then followed the Chinese rep back out to his vehicle, where Bobby met them and took him into custody.

"Did you get the tape?" Bobby asked as he was putting the cuffs on the unconscious agent he'd had to knock out.

"Yeah, it worked great. I've got the tape right here." Darien held up the mini recorder.

Bobby flipped open his cell phone and called the Official. "Yeah, Chief we got him. We got the evidence and everything."

"Good. I'll expect your report tomorrow."

Bobby closed his phone. "Come on let's take this guy in." Darien helped him put the unconscious man into the back of the van.

Darien was yawning and blinking trying to stay awake by the time they reached The Agency.

"Stay with me Partner. We're almost done for the night." Bobby hustled the agent inside. Passing him off to the agents on duty. "I'll file the report in the morning."

He went back out to the van and drove Darien home. "Come in with me Bobby. I owe you an explanation."

Bobby almost said no, then he turned off the van and climbed out.

Once they were inside Darien's apartment Bobby waited.

"Do you want a beer or something?"

"No, you wanted to tell me about before." Bobby shifted his weight to the other foot. He was thinking he shouldn't have come up stairs with Darien.

"Bobby I'm sorry for the way things went before. You know I care for you. I should have waited, I owe you more consideration."

"It's OK, I understand it was beyond your control." Bobby shrugged.

"No, it wasn't. Stay. I'll make it up to you." Darien yawned again.

"You don't owe me Partner. I agreed, we both enjoyed ourselves. Forget it."

"I'm getting real tired. Darien yawned. " Stay Bobby. Sleep with me. Then I'll believe you aren't upset with me."

"Ok, I'll stay." Bobby moved towards the bedroom. He undressed, throwing his jacket and pants on a chair. He unloaded his gun and put it on top of the dresser. Darien was in the bathroom. He came out wearing sweat shorts. Bobby made his trip to the bathroom and returned, climbing in to bed beside his lover.

Darien was half asleep already, but he rolled onto his side and kissed Bobby gently. " You know I love you right?"

"I know, the feeling is mutual my friend."

They both fell asleep, exhausted from the long day.

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"Claire you've got to do something about this. I'm having other side effects." Darien hurried into the Keep the next morning.

"You are? What type of side effects?"

"I'm horny as hell. It's making me crazy." Darien was worried about how he'd pushed Bobby. He didn't want to risk his new relationship with Bobby. He wanted Claire to find a cure for his problem.

"I'll give you another shot. Did the one yesterday help at all?" Claire asked looking at Darien, and checking his monitor, "You need a counteragent shot, why didn't you say so?"

"The shot you gave me yesterday helped, but only for a few hours." Darien took his place on the exam table.

"First the counteragent, then I'll increase the dose of the other shot." Claire tied the tourniquet around Darien's arm, then injected him with the blue solution.

Darien braced for the pain he usually felt when the counteragent hit his system. His eyes fell on her back as she turned to get the other shot ready. "Claire, if I needed you.... " He stopped what was he thinking.

"If you needed what Darien?"

"Never mind. Hurry up with that shot."

Claire pushed the sleeve of Darien's shirt up and injected into the shoulder she not used for a shot yet.

"There, I doubled the dose, it should help. I've discovered the reason for the increase in melatonin in your system. I should have a treatment to repair the change very soon."

"Good." Darien stayed on the table giving the shots time to spread through his system.

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"Good news Partner." Bobby slapped Darien on the back as he joined him in the Keep.

"Yeah, the Fatman gave us the day off?"

"No, You wish. Claire pack your bag we are going on a little trip."

"Trip? What are you talking about Bobby?"

"We are all going to San Francisco. The Hepburn case needs tobe wrapped up and The Official is sending us."

"I can't go. I'll have to give you some counteragent to take with you. I'm working on a problem that is very tricky at the moment."

" You don't want to go to San Francisco?" Bobby asked, puzzled. He'd never known her to turn down a field mission before.

"She'd trying to find a cure for my little problem." Darien told Bobby.

"Oh, oh right. Ok I'll give him his shot if he needs it. You drilled me enough on how to do it." Bobby nodded, willing to take care of Darien.

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"I'm glad they let us use one of the nice cars for this trip." Bobby was driving north an hour later.

Darien was feeling better, but he was still worried the shot would wear off just like the other one had. He was still feeling bad about how he'd used Bobby the day before.

They tailed the double agent north. He went directly to a hotel in the outskirts of the city. Bobby set up his equipment in a room next door.

The double agent ordered room service and then called a local escort service and ordered a hooker to be sent over. Bobby listened carefully to determined she was really a hooker and not the agent's contact person.

"Great, just the kind of entertainment I want to listen in on." Hobbes complained. " Looks like we are going to be here for a while Partner."

Bobby looked over to where Darien was laying back on the other bed.

"How are you doin'?"

"I'm good." Darien gave his standard reply. He wasn't really. The extra shot had toned things down for him, but he was still uncomfortable. He wasn't about to let Bobby know.

Bobby studied his partner. There were clues that Darien was still having a difficult time. " Are you sure? Cause you said next time it was my turn." Bobby moved to stand next to the bed, looking down at Darien.

Darien noticed Bobby's evil grin. "Come here." Darien reached to pull Bobby down on top of him. They kissed deeply, Bobby laying on top of the younger agent. One hand braced to support him, the other lifting up the bottom of Darien's shirt, seeking some skin.

Darien was equally busy trying to get Bobby's jacket and shirt off. He managed the jacket. He needed Bobby's help with the shirt. Bobby raised up, and finished removing his shirt. Then he helped Darien with his shirt pulling it off over his head.

"That's more like it, I really like this." Darien smoothed a long fingered hand through the dark accent hair on Bobby's chest.

"You're not so bad yourself Partner." Bobby leaned back down over Darien, and kissed the hard ridge of his collar bone. Bobby moved on towards a flat male nipple. First licking then nibbling, drawing it to a peak as Darien groaned his pleasure.

"You like that?"

"You have no idea." Darien's hands had been roaming over Bobby's strong back. But were now laying limp, as Bobby continued to explore portions of Darien's body he'd missed before. His hands stroked, his tongue tasted, placing kisses. Bobby moved across Darien's chest, bringing his other nipple to attention, then to the hollow of his partner's throat. One hand buried in the thick dark hair at the back of Darien's head while his mouth devoured Darien. Darien groaned, he'd never experienced anything like this.

Bobby laved the hollow at the base of Darien's throat with his tongue. Then kissed along the cord of muscle standing out in sharp relief the length of Darien's neck, to the tender place behind his ear. A shiver of awareness coursed through Darien. He gripped Bobby's back with his fingers, making marks.

"Please Bobby."

"Please what Partner? Stop? More?" Bobby continued his exploring, the curve of Darien's shoulder begged to be nipped, then licked. The area just below his collar bone on the other side. An erogenous zone Darien hadn't been aware of until Bobby stroked him there. The area along his ribs, the spot just above the waist band of his pants. Bobby had to shift his position over Darien. He unzipped then pushed down the pants and briefs, Darien lifting up to assist him. It was the only movement Darien was capable of at the moment. He'd melted into a puddle of feeling and desire from Bobby's attentions.

Bobby surprised him again when the tongue massage continued. Bobby stroked the point of his hip, then the large muscle of his thigh. Kissing the inside of his knee, stroking the sleek skin. The spot above his ankle, the arch of his foot. Then back up his other leg. Darien groaned when Bobby passed by his throbbing erection. But moaned a second later when Bobby's mouth covered his. Their tongues tasted, stroked and sucked. That was when Darien learned Bobby had removed the rest of his clothes at some point. The hard length of Bobby's arousal was rubbing against his own. Darien urged Bobby against him by grabbing his ass and pulling him even tighter into his body.

Bobby lifted his mouth from his partners'. "Do you still want me to…?"

"God yes." Darien released his grip, so Bobby could shift lower over him.

Darien passed Bobby the small tube of lube he'd begun carrying when the gland made him need so strongly. Bobby slipped a finger inside the tight passage, then two. He stroked the knot he found there, giving Darien a flood of sensation.

"Oh that's it, right there." Darien groaned.

Bobby replaced his fingers with his hard arousal, sliding forward carefully. He groaned, then stilled a moment to collect himself. He wanted to give Darien as much pleasure as possible.

"Easy, this is my turn remember." He held Darien still, then he began to move under him.

Bobby eased back then started to thrust, long even strokes at first. Then harder, faster. Darien's eyes were closed, his breathing ragged.

"Look at me Partner, open your eyes." Bobby ordered. He wanted Darien to know who was giving him the powerful rush of pleasure.

Darien opened passion glazed eyes. He could see Bobby's face he was straining to hold back still. "I know it's you Bobby."

"Only me Dare, no one else." Bobby thrust deeply giving Darien another wave of pre climax pleasure.

"Only you Bobby." Darien cried out as the orgasm overtook him.

"Ahh," was Bobby's response as he reached his own climax. His back arching tightly as he exploded inside his lover.

They lay side by side recovering, Bobby still panting slightly. Darien knew he should say something to reassure his partner. Bobby seemed to still have doubts about how much Darien really cared for him.

"That was incredible Bobby. No one has ever treated me like you did… so much pleasure. You're going to spoil me."

"You just remember who cares that much about you." Bobby exhaled, and looked over at Darien. He never thought he'd ever have anyone in his life he would care for as much as he had Viv. But now he had Darien, and he wasn't going to lose him from any lack of showing or telling him that he cared.

"I love you Bobby, that isn't going to change." Darien rolled onto his side and looked into Bobby's dark eyes. Bobby nodded he understood.

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"Crap, crap, crap." Darien repeated, the double agent they were tailing was dead. The hooker must have been an assassin. There was a small trickle of blood from his ear, but no other signs of injury.

"I really dropped the ball on this one." Bobby hit his forehead, "I'd better let the Fat Man know." Bobby returned to their room and placed the call to his boss.

"He said to get back ASAP." Bobby told Darien, "Come on he's mad enough as it is, and Claire thinks she has the problem figured out."

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"You're going to operate on me again?" Darien asked, backing away from the Keeper.

"It's not a dangerous procedure, Darien. I'll shave a small area of your head, slip in a special instrument, and cut the tendril that has grown between the quicksilver gland and your pineal gland. I'll have to monitor you more closely to make sure it doesn't re-grow, but it's nothing like the original operation." Claire assured him.

"There's no risk you might injure something else in there?" Bobby asked worried.

"I'll have the detailed image of Darien's head to use as a reference. There is a very small chance that I would damage anything other than the tendril."

"When did you want to do this?" Darien asked, not sure he wanted her to even attempt it.

"Now. The less time the two glands are in contact. The fewer side affects you will have." Claire took hold of Darien's wrist, checking his monitor.

Darien exchanged a glance with Bobby. He was scared.

"OK, you want me to put on one of those hospital gowns?" Darien was trying too joke but it wasn't working to well.

"Spare us that sight Claire, twice was enough." Bobby made a face, like seeing Darien in the little hospital gown had been a terrible experience.

"No, I've a pair of scrubs for you to wear on the bottom half." Claire smiled at Bobby.

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Bobby spent the next two hours pacing. He knew Claire was an excellent surgeon. She wouldn't make any mistakes, and she cared about Darien almost as much as he did. But he still paced until she came out with him, on the gurney.

"Things went very well. He should be coming around in ten minutes or so."

"Thanks Claire, I never doubted you knew what you were doing. I just worry you know?"

"I know Bobby, he'll be fine." Claire patted his arm, then went with Darien to the recovery room they had ready for him.

Bobby wanted to wait at his bedside. But Claire was with him, so he stayed in the hall. It was another fifteen minutes until Darien woke up.

"Bobby? Darien wants to see you." Claire stepped out into the hall. "He's fine, his signs are all strong. Don't stay long. He's probably going to go to sleep now."

"Hey, Partner you feeling OK?"

"Bobby." Darien lifted his hand to touch his best friends hand. He was sure he was going to be fine now that he'd seen Bobby.

Bobby squeezed Darien's hand. His dark eyes locked with Darien's dark eyes, expressing what neither would say out loud when others were nearby.

" Claire said you could go home tomorrow or the next day."

"Good, I hate hospital beds."

"I know the feeling." Bobby smiled for the first time.

"Thanks Bobby."

"Anytime my friend."


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