Into the Lyons Den

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “You are so paying for this, Chris!” Devin whispered as he stood up and made his way to the stage.

  “What is the first bid on our sexy FBI agent?”

  “Five thousand euro!” a woman’s voice shrieked through the clapping.

  Devin strained to see who was bidding.

  “Ten!”

  Ivan was trying to control his fit of hysterical laughter. Devin Lyons looked apoplectic he was so angry. Even worse — blue haired women were bidding on him. The bidding was going higher and higher. Viktor fell onto his side snickering and Ivan covered his mouth as a man threw a bid of ninety thousand into the mix.

  “Shall I bid?” Mikhail said, laughter erupting from him.

  Andrei glared at Chris. “Why did you do that?”

  “Oh, come on!” Chris leaned into Dimitri, laughing. “Look at him up there! He needed to be taken down a notch.”

  Devin stood in the bright, hot light and glared at Andrei. The bidding was going higher and higher and he saw himself going home with an ancient relic from the ’30s.

  “Come on ladies and gentlemen! Don’t pass up a whole night with this sexy man!” the announcer shouted into the microphone.

  “Whoa,” Devin’s mouth dropped open. “A whole night?” Devin stared a hole through Andrei as the bidding climbed even higher. Women and men were shouting out outrageous numbers and Devin swore his dick was crawling inside his body.

  “Seven hundred thousand!”

  “My! That’s the highest we’ve seen for a bachelor tonight! Do I hear seven hundred and one?”

  “One million euro.”

  The crowd gasped and turned to look in the direction of the bidder. Andrei stood at his table with the bidding marker in his hand.

  “Cash,” Andrei declared.

  “Do we have any other bids?” The announcer looked around the room. “One million going once, twice…”

  Devin held his breath.

  The announcer slammed the gavel down. “Sold to Andrei Panchenko for one million euro!”

  “Andrei!” Ivan gasped.

  Andrei watched as Devin left the stage and walked towards him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as Devin crossed the room.

  “You have feelings for him… don’t you?”

  Andrei turned to see Mikhail looking at him. He saw the hurt etched on the man’s face. What was he to say? Of course he had feelings for Devin. He’d had them from the moment he’d seen him at the hospital in Arizona after Keegan had been shot. An instant attraction had hit him like a bolt of lightning. The moment he’d laid eyes on Special Agent Devin Lyons, Andrei had been a goner. The fact that the man was not intimidated by him and fought with him made him feel alive.

  “I am sorry, Mikhail.”

  Devin finally reached the table and took Andrei’s hand in his own. “Oh God, thank you so much.”

  “Do not thank me yet. I have plans for you,” Andrei grinned. “I expect you to clean the mansion naked.”

  “That’s my boy!” Chris busted out laughing.

  “It seems I am no longer needed here,” Mikhail put his napkin on the table.

  “No hard feelings, eh, Mikey?” Devin put his hand out.

  Mikhail looked at the offered hand, then back up at Lyons’ face. He turned on his heel and walked away.

  “I will be right back,” Andrei walked after Mikhail. “Please wait.”

  Mikhail turned to look at Andrei.

  “For what? You have made your choice, although I do not know why you chose him. He wants you dead. Yes, I’ve heard the stories about Devin Lyons; the man is crazy, Andrei. I remember my father speaking about him. His parents were killed in a car accident, did you know that? And he had an accident that erased his memory - he does not even know who he is! The only thing he does know is that you are his mortal enemy and he will stop at nothing to kill you.”

  Andrei was flabbergasted. “How do you know all this?”

  “I told you, my father told me. Devin Lyons was assigned undercover at one of his businesses. My father found out who he really was and tried to kill him. Obviously he did not die. That was the night my father blew up a building he was using to house women he had kidnapped. Agent Lyons was shot in the back as he ran from the building.”

  “Where? Where did this happen?”

  “Right here in Russia.” Mikhail took Andrei’s hand. “Be careful of this man, Andrei.”

  Andrei could do nothing but watch as Mikhail walked away from him. Devin had been withholding truths from him. Devin’s parents had died in a car crash? Had Devin been in the car with them? Andrei ran his hands over his face. Why did Devin want him dead? Andrei tried and tried to recall if he’d had any dealings with anyone named Lyons. He was coming up blank.

  “Hey, everything okay?”

  Andrei turned to see Christophe looking at him with worry in his eyes.

  “Yes, everything is fine,” Andrei assured him with a shaky smile.

  Chris took Andrei’s hand and pulled him back towards the table. “I took a picture of Devin’s face up there. It’s priceless. I might put it up for auction on eBay.”

  Andrei snickered.

  Chris winked at Dimitri as they walked back into the ballroom.

  “Oh! Listen to that! A slow song. Here, Devin,” Chris pushed Andrei into Devin and grinned. “Go dance.”

  Chris had to smile at the bewildered look on Devin’s face. He then felt strong arms encircling his waist and tipped his face up to his husband’s. Dimitri had a wicked gleam in his eye that Chris knew well.

  “Thank you for handling the request, babe.” Chris kissed Dimitri’s chin and listened to ‘The Color of the Night’ by Lauren Christy.

  “I had to flirt with the DJ,” Dimitri chuckled into Chris’ ear. “And he is nowhere near as beautiful as you. It took him some time to find the song.” Dimitri tilted his head. “I know this song.”

  “Of course you do. I made you watch the movie.”

  Dimitri furrowed his brows.

  “Bruce Willis naked in a pool. Dick shot.” Chris grinned.

  “Ah!” Dimitri nodded.

  “Aw, babe.” Chris took Dimitri in his arms and danced with him cheek to cheek on the dance floor.

  “I think we have done well.” Dimitri jerked his chin to Andrei and Devin. “Look how the agent is holding Andrei.”

  Chris nodded. “He’s holding him close, not away from him.”

  “My partner in crime,” Dimitri chuckled, leaning in to kiss Christophe.

  ~*~

  Devin pressed his cheek to Andrei’s. He held Andrei’s hand in his as his other hand rested right above Andrei’s ass. They moved slowly on the dance floor. Andrei’s cologne drove him nuts and it was a constant battle to keep his dick down. Andrei nuzzled Devin’s cheek with his own and Devin nearly lost it; he almost turned his head to catch those perfect lips with his own. Oh God, he was in so much trouble. He was falling in love with his worst enemy and he couldn’t stop it. The conflicting emotions were tearing him apart. Devin took a deep breath and pulled away slightly. Andrei’s eyes locked with his and Devin felt his resolve slipping.

  Andrei leaned into Devin’s ear. “Are you all right? I am sorry about this. I will have a talk with Christophe about his behavior. It will not happen again.”

  “Andrei.”

  “Yes?”

  “Shut up,” Devin pulled Andrei closer and nuzzled his hair, inhaling the heady scent that belonged to Andrei alone.

  “You are not angry?”

  Devin tightened his arm around Andrei and spoke in his ear.

  “No.”

  Andrei leaned into Devin, resting his head on the man’s chest as they moved in a slow circle. He felt safe in Devin’s arms. Not once in his life had he needed someone else to feel safe. He was his own man, his own force of nature. Devin left him vulnerable and strong all at once. He wanted this man. For life. Andrei blinked and backed away from Devin.

  “What is it?” Devin searched Andrei’s face.
r />   Andrei realized the song had ended. He searched the floor to see they were the only ones still out.

  “I am tired.”

  “All right,” Devin nodded, putting his arm out for Andrei.

  As they passed their table, Christophe winked at him and Andrei smiled. Ivan raised his glass as did Viktor.

  “Good night, Andrei,” Ivan smiled.

  Chris watched his best friend leaving with Devin Lyons and turned to his husband.

  “God, I hope he gets fucked.”

  “And hard,” Dimitri grinned.

  Ivan and Viktor fell into a fit of laughter.

  ~*~

  Devin walked Andrei back to his suite. Once the door was opened, Devin made a sweep of the room, and then walked to the adjoining door between their two rooms.

  “Well, goodnight, Panchenko.”

  “I do not think so; I paid good money to have you all night.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Well, you did call me a whore and hard up. Remember?”

  Devin turned slowly. “You did not pay a million euros just to sleep with me!”

  “No,” Andrei set his wallet down on the nightstand and turned to face Devin. “But I would have paid so much more to have you look at me just once more the way you did that morning in the workout room. I would have paid anything to have you kiss me once more.”

  Devin felt his hands shaking and he balled them into tight fists.

  “Dammit, Andrei! Why do you have to say things like that?” Devin crossed the room and took Andrei into his arms, covering Andrei’s mouth with his own. His hands made quick work of removing Andrei’s jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He slid them across Andrei’s taut muscles and moaned into his mouth.

  “Shit…” Devin breathed. “Andrei…”

  “Say it again,” Andrei moaned into Devin’s mouth. Devin backed away and Andrei could see the conflicting emotions behind his eyes. Andrei held his breath for two heartbeats, and then Devin’s eyes softened.

  “Andrei.” Devin cupped Andrei’s face in his hands.

  Andrei sighed in relief as Devin pulled him back into the kiss. He drowned in it, opening up completely to Devin Lyons. His hands busied themselves removing Devin’s tuxedo jacket. His fingers fumbled trying to undo the buttons on Devin’s dress shirt and he ended up ripping them off.

  Devin growled low in his throat and Andrei’s cock hardened. He gasped as Devin’s hand slid down to cup his erection, squeezing softly. They pulled away from the kiss, both panting, looking into each other’s eyes. Devin’s eyes asked the silent question and Andrei answered with another kiss. They fell on the bed and Andrei’s eyes fixed on Devin’s hands expertly pulling his pants down, fingers gliding across his skin. Devin sprawled on top of him and Andrei wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist, keeping him close. Their bodies rocked together as Andrei’s hands delved into Devin’s slacks, meeting with hot skin.

  Devin broke from the kiss and sat up on his knees. He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled the zipper down, all while staring at Andrei’s beautiful face. He threw his pants across the room and resumed his position on top of a now naked Andrei. They devoured each other; there was no other way to explain it. Devin couldn’t get enough of Andrei. The taste of him, his lips, his skin - it was almost too much. The need to possess Andrei became imperative. Devin broke the kiss and stared into Andrei’s eyes.

  “Do you have anything?” he whispered.

  “I do not have condoms, but I have lube in my suitcase,” Andrei sighed in frustration.

  “We don’t need the condoms,” Devin leaned over and trailed his lips across Andrei’s. “I’m clean, and I know you are.”

  Andrei blinked in surprise. “You…want to…without?”

  “I think we both know that after tonight I’m not going to be with anyone else. Can you say the same?” Devin caressed Andrei’s face with the backs of his fingers.

  Andrei nodded slowly. “Yes. I …want only you.”

  Devin got up from the bed and searched Andrei’s suitcase. When he found what he was looking for, he made his way back to the bed and settled in next to Andrei. He opened the cap on the lube and then looked over at Andrei.

  “How long?”

  Andrei’s face heated. “More than a year.”

  Devin poured the lube on his fingers and generously slicked his dick. He flipped the cap closed and pushed Andrei back on the bed, settling between his legs.

  “Then we’ll go slowly.” Devin leaned in to kiss Andrei as his fingers circled the muscle at his opening. Andrei’s mouth was warm, and Devin moaned as his finger slid inside Andrei. He kept up a nice, slow rub as he kissed the incredibly beautiful man. Andrei was vocal, very vocal. Devin’s cock was leaking, longing to plunge into Andrei’s warm body. He slid another finger in and Andrei’s fingers tightened in his hair. He nipped at Andrei’s lips and pulled back from the kiss.

  “Are you okay?”

  Andrei nodded. “I want to feel you.”

  Devin added more lube to his cock with one hand, while removing his fingers slowly. Andrei’s eyes closed as Devin rubbed his cockhead over the tight entrance.

  “Ready?” Devin whispered.

  Andrei opened his eyes to see Devin poised above him, waiting for permission. “Yes.”

  The heat that tore through him — Andrei cried out as Devin slid inside him. His fingers gripped Devin’s biceps as the heat spiraled up his back. Devin stopped and Andrei panted.

  “Do not stop,” Andrei grabbed Devin’s ass and pulled him the rest of the way inside.

  A loud gasp came from above him and he looked into Devin’s eyes. Devin’s biceps shook as he started a slow grind and Andrei’s hands slid up his arms. He touched the soft skin of Devin’s chest and abs, reveling in the almost silken feel of his skin. His fingers trailed over scars as Devin filled him completely. Devin brushed that spot inside him and Andrei’s eyes went wide, a loud groan leaving his lips. Devin hit him perfectly, over and over again until Andrei was babbling incoherently on the bed, lips attacking Devin’s mouth, his nipples, and every part of skin he could touch.

  “Devin…” Andrei moaned.

  **

  Devin fought for control. He’d had sex before, but not like this. Andrei’s face - he was so damned beautiful. Devin gripped Andrei’s ass in his hand and lifted it, pounding into him at an angle. Andrei’s loud cries of ecstasy echoed around the room. God, he wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life. His biceps dripped sweat on the bed as he kept up a constant rub on Andrei’s prostate. The need to come was making its presence known in a major way, but Devin waited for Andrei. He collapsed on top of Andrei, wrapping his arms around him, and pumped his hips into him like a piston.

  His cock was screaming for release and then he heard it - Andrei came with a gut-wrenching cry and Devin lost his fucking mind. He came screaming, crushing Andrei in his arms as it tore through him. His body shook with the force of his orgasm; Andrei’s thighs were shaking around his hips. Devin lifted his head and kissed Andrei’s eyelids softly, making his way down his cheek and finally settling on his lips. They kissed languidly, taking the time to search the other’s mouth. Devin peppered Andrei’s lips with kisses as he made his way to his neck. He ran his nose up the side of Andrei’s neck, biting softly. A low growl met his ears and Devin smiled against Andrei’s neck.

  “No hickeys?”

  Andrei laughed underneath Devin. “Are you in high school?”

  “No,” Devin pushed up on his elbow, looking at Andrei’s face. “I want you marked as mine.”

  “Is that what I am? Yours?” Andrei searched Devin’s face.

  Devin leaned in, brushing his lips across Andrei’s softly. “Yes. I don’t know what happened. I tried to fight this, God knows I did. I didn’t want to find you attractive; I didn’t want to see this side of you.” Devin ran his fingers through Andrei’s hair as he kissed him. “You got me somehow, Andrei. Right here.” Devin tapped his chest. “I won’t let anyone hu
rt you; it’s you above anyone.”

  Andrei cocked a brow. “I am a Russian mob boss, so why do I always feel like a submissive bottom in your presence?”

  Devin grinned wide. “I’m the mad topper.”

  Andrei chuckled. “I do top.”

  Devin frowned.

  “What?” Andrei ran his fingertip over Devin’s lips.

  “I don’t want to hear about it.”

  “Jealous?”

  “Yes.”

  Andrei’s eyes widened. “You were jealous of Mikhail, weren’t you?”

  “When he showed up tonight, I wanted to stab him with my salad fork.”

  Andrei busted out laughing.

  “It’s not funny.” Devin scowled.

  “I love that you are jealous. It means you care.”

  “I do care, Andrei.” Devin leaned in and kissed him slowly. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop.”

  “I…care too.”

  “Yeah?” Devin grinned.

  “Can we do that again?” Andrei smiled sheepishly.

  “Again?”

  “It has been a year.” Andrei cocked an eyebrow.

  “By all means.”

  ~*~

  Dimitri sat at the table sipping his water. The dance floor was almost empty and he smiled at the sight of Christophe dancing with an old lady. She seemed extremely happy. Most of the guests had long since gone home as it was nearing two in the morning. Dimitri chuckled and looked over at Ivan and Viktor. They looked pale. In fact, Christophe was beginning to look pale as well. Dimitri looked at all the glasses on the table. Only two held water, his and Mikhail Borkosky’s. Dimitri hadn’t touched his.

  “Ivan? Did you drink the champagne?” Dimitri grabbed the glass and sniffed it.

  Ivan nodded weakly. “Just a small sip.”

  Dimitri examined the glass, squinting at a substance barely visible on the rim. His eyes went wide and he leapt from the table, running for Christophe. He turned to look at Ivan and Viktor.

  “Mikhail put something on the glasses!” Dimitri ran to Chris and turned him around, searching his eyes.

  “Dammit!” Dimitri growled.

  “What?” Chris stammered, clutching at his husband.