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♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

The song was loud, obnoxiously off key and the songster hadn't stopped for the last two hours. One might wonder just whom the 'artist' of the onslaught of ear torture would be? Porsche. Yes, darling Porsche. Worst. Captive. Ever. He was chained to a cement wall in a basement, shirtless and obviously banged up from fighting. On the floor was a half circle in yellow chalk marking just how far he could reach in those chains. They'd learned the hard way that getting with in striking range of this guy was bad news.

They had him there for three days now. Mean while tales of his betrayal being spread like wild fire. Kinn had been the first that the minor family's Vegas had come to, his face bruised and bloodied. Telling Kinn he had over heard Porsche on the phone with someone, saying that Kinn who was showing more than friendly interest in Porsche had taken the bait and soon he would be able to take down the Thai mafia in one move. it was a lie of course but if they wanted to get their mitts on things Porsche and Kinn needed to be at odds. Kinn distracted by his love interest stabbing him in the back then taking off would give them the time needed to get a plan in motion. That brought Porsche here, to his lovely accommodations of cinder block walls, cold floors and when h annoyed them really good, sprays with the hose of ice water.

♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

" We wouldn't need to get close to just shoot him." One of the guards in the hallway said to the other two standing by with him. " The bastard told me he was a vegetarian and it was against his religion to eat meat." the third man nodded " Then told me that he was on a carnivore diet and would shit all over the place eating vegetables. Why are we keeping this punk alive again?" the first man spoke up again, " Because if this asshole turns up dead, do you know what Vegas will do to us for messing up his plans?" all three groaned in misery as Porsche started all over again with the singing.

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There were no sobs from Kinn. It was all choked hiccups and keening sounds followed by wracking inhales. Did he even know how to cry? Probably not. And the grip he had on Porsche would have been strangling anyone else. His grip was so tight his knuckles went white.

Vegas could have killed Porsche.

That mantra repeated in Kinn's head like a death knoll. He might still do it. He hadn't been caught and was gone with the wind.

That didn't matter now. What did matter was that Porsche was here and Kinn was quietly crying all his feelings out for the man. There was no romance, no finesse, no words, just his emotions spilling over as that dam cracked a little more.

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It didn't matter what kind of noises he was making, Porsche knew it was crying or as close to it as Kinn would allow. That just made his heart twist painfully. What had this bastard done to him? He'd been a mess since the day Kinn ran into the bar and up ended everything he thought he knew. Now? He was finding himself crying because Kinn was crying? What kind of witch craft had he cast here?

Vegas could have killed him, in fact Porsche was pretty sure that Vegas was going to come after him looking for blood for the teeth and him breaking Vegas' face. The minor family might as well if Vegas spun things just the right way. Last time Kinn had been able to save his ass. Next time? He may not be as lucky.

That was a war for another day though, right now he was right where he needed to be. Holding Kinn as he wept. Holding him up so he didn't go under. That was his place. That was where he wanted to be.

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It eased up. Eventually. The tension in his body sagged as he simply hung on. His jaw ached with a throbbing that matched when he was first hit. For the first time in a long time, he felt small.

And hollow and empty. Wrung out. Kinn didn't know how to feel about that. He didn't like it, that was sure, but he didn't want to move, either. Still holding on, he lifted his face, running his nose along Porsche's jaw, breathing him in. His nuzzles were speckled with shivering breaths that still clung to emotion, but they were quiet now.

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Porsche said nothing. No words would have done justice anyway. Porsche himself wasn't even sure how to feel about what had just happened. Or the way that Kinn was still clinging to him, and he was clinging right back Just holding him. Tears were just rolling down his cheeks, he was silent about his emotions. It wasn't about him right now, it was about Kinn.

He moved his hand rubbing his back gently. After moments of silence he spoke quietly. " What do I have to do..? what do I have to do to reach you? For you to trust me. Just...just tell me and I'll do it." he had to..he had to know. He had to know right now or he wasn't sure he could keep on like this.

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"You had my trust on the first kiss I stole," he rasped hoarsely. "I just want you to love me--I know I don't deserve it. Hurt you too much. But if you stay loyal to the family, they'll take you from me. I-I-can't take having my heart broken again, Porsche. I'm afraid--". That was all he could choke out before it hit him all over again.

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Porsche had to say he wasn't a fan of how easy this man could reach inside and pull out of him feelings and emotions that he thought were just gone.

He just wanted to be loved. There was a teary and humorless laugh from him. " You're an idiot." he said his voice quiet and thick with emotions. " The family...? Kinn, I have always always been loyal to you. Can't you see, I already do love you. I have always been on your side."

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"What?" Apparently, he didn't see, and he was unabashedly an idiot. For a moment, all Kinn could do was stare, blinking like Porsche just pulled his brain out of his skull, swung it around like some burlesque scard and plunked it back into his head.

This time, he yanked on Porsche's collar to kiss him, inhaling and then regretting it as white hot pain hit his jaw again. Fuck. Fuck his stupid ass mouth! And fuck him for being so stupid. Groaning, he let go of Porsche's lips, but only moved so far back before he knocked his forehead against the other's, his hand cupping the back of Porsche's neck, his breathing wet as tears threatened to spill over again.

"I love you too, Pachara."

Yes. He needed to say his given name. It was that important to him.

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Porsche might have died just a little inside as Kinn said 'What?' He wasn't good at monologuing! Was he really going to have to say that all again? He was just about to whine about Kinn's lack of attention span when Kinn yanked him towards him and Kissed him.

" Oh, Oh, Kinn!" He moved his hand up gently bracing the side of Kinn's face that wasn't black and blue. And By God Porsche was lucky Kinn hadn't said to fuck his mouth out loud. Porsche might have said okay.

" Fuck. You're going to be the death of me." said as he looked right to his face, bringing his hand up to take Kinn's free hand and kiss his knuckles.

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This time he was crying. Tears were rolling down his face and he smiled (half smiled) as he watched Porsche's lips meet his knuckles.

"I hope not. I haven't been satisfied enough spending my life with you." He sounded froggy and hoarse, but his words were sincere.

God, he wanted Porsche right now. Naked and entwined around him was what he wanted. He wouldn't be good for much more than that but it would be enough for him, today.

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Porsche had tears running down his face too. This was so messy, but so fucking beautiful too. He didn't even know before that all he wanted and all he needed would be the guy whos watch he took as payment for saving his life.

Now? He'd give his own life in a New York minute for Kinn. Job or not. " What?" it was his turn because he wasn't sure he just heard him say he wanted to spend his life with him.

Being naked just laying against Kinn with his head on his chest, that would have been wonderful. Just being close to the man was enough...more than enough and more than he deserved. " Take off your clothes." Porsche said kissing his forehead and standing up.

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"Said I won't be satisfied until I spend my whole life with you," he reiterated, the mock-stern look falling after a moment. He couldn't keep it up.

Well. Either Porsche was reading his mind or the confession that Kinn wanted Porsche for always had him horny? Didn't matter to Kinn. He could pull off his clothes, shifting in the bed to make room. That bruise had definitely pooled around his collarbone, but no further than that. It was still puffy and sore. His eyes never left Porsche, though, shoving this and that over the edge of the bed.

"Coming in to join me?" Hopeful. He was so fucking hopeful. All this time, the few days he's been here, he's wanted Porsche but had been too afraid to ask for him.

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Porsche was so glad that his back was to Kinn hearing that he had heard right. Kinn wasn't the only one who had been praying and hoping for things he really had no business hoping for. He closed his eyes and dipped his head, " Careful what you wish for." loosening up his tie and laying it neatly on the chair before unbuttoning his shirt.

He looked over his shoulder to Kinn as he let the shirt fall off his shoulders. " You just might get it." the shirt set on the chair and then his pants and socks shoes long toes off at the leg of the chair.

Much to Porsche's surprise, Kinn just being around him made him long for those nights where they'd made love all night long. The smell of Kinn's cologne.. Man, he was fucked in the best way possible in this.

Porsche couldn't help but frown at how bad that bruise was. Porsche moved to the end of the bed crawling up the bed. Naked,hopeful, praying that this was for real Porsche made up his mind what he had to do next...he'd have to hunt down Vegas and kill him his self.

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Kinn literally felt himself stop breathing as he heard Porsche. And then when he turned around, finishing undressing, Kinn couldn't tell if his mouth was watering or going dry. His eyes searched Porsche's body, looking for any new marks or injuries. Nothing. He breathed again in relief.

All he wanted was Porsche and he opened his arms, lifting the sheet up so he could snuggle in. And once he felt Porsche again, crawling up into his arms, it was like another tension poured out of him. He could relax now. He hadn't realized he'd been on high alert all this time.

Kinn's eyes closed as he felt that familiar weight against him and he shifted a bit to be more comfortable. He really thought he was going crazy with how much he was crying in the past hour or so. His hand went to Porsche's head, petting him softly like a treasured pet. "I've missed you. So much."

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Porsche had thought that his life pretty much would be assorted one night stands and hustling to make ends meet, to make sure Chay graduated uni. He never minded taking care of Chay, never one bit. It was lonely, and as someone had once told Kinn. Porsche puts off a bad ass Billy front and he damned sure could back up his sassy mouth, but he was actually pretty sensitive.

His eyes drinking in the vison of Kinn's body, even banged up and sordid Kinn was so sexy to him. He was careful to avoid the sensitive and injured areas on Kinn. He slid under the sheets and wrapped his arm around Kinn's midsection. he rested his head on Kinn's chest, looking up to him with a totally adoring smile. " I've been here all along. You just didn't see."

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He huffed a breath through his nose and smiled a bit. One hand remained on Porsche's head, fingers rubbing small circles on Porsche's scalp as his other hand ran back and forth gently against his shoulder and back.

"Oh? So it was you sneaking into my bed these past two nights, cuddling up to me?" He had to tease. No one had been in his bed. "So weird, cause I could swear they didn't have your beautiful honey-toned skin. It looked so garish against mine."

Porsche really was beautiful. Just the right muscle, just the right tan, just looking at him had Kinn staring off in a daydream. Why would anyone think that Kinn wouldn't be attracted to him? After all, escorts were just that. That type was not Porsche and like hell he'd be this intimate with any of them.

"Love you, Porsche." He had to say it again. It was a new phrase and trying it out like this and to be able to actually say it had him giddy.

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Porsche was laying there chin resting on his hand listening to him tease him, just looking at him with a 'I'll get you for this' type of look. " Is that how it is? Does that mean you think it is okay if I pick up one of those girls from Yok's?" a pause for effect " Their skin is ugly but I can still let them in my bed?" teasing him right back before leaning up and kissing the uninjured half of his lips.

As if he could even if Kinn said it was okay. Since that kiss on the pier that day, he wasn't even able to bac alley fuck anyone unless it was Kinn. " I have some balm in my room, works well on bruises. I'll bring it to you later." It was such a shame that his perfect alabaster skin was tainted with such marks. Marks he got because he went after him. Little pang of guilt shot across his chest.

He'd been so used to keeping his real feelings close to his chest...barring the few times when he actually got hurt or pissed because of the way Kinn had acted toward him. Hearing Kinn say he loved him so easy..he was almost ready o get choked up again. " Love you too, Kinn." testing it out.

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Kinn grinned as much as his pained face would allow, smoothing Porsche's hair back. "If they can get you to go-- 'A'Kinn, fuck me harder, do it deeper,nngh- just like that'!" The impression was really good, as far as Kinn was concerned. He thought he got that breathy, desperate, needy and oh, so 'i need to be fucked just like this' tone from Porsche that drove Kinn feral. Back to his semi-serious, low tone gravel. "Then I want to watch."

His laugh, while pained, was more like his old snicker/laugh. It reached his eyes. But then Porsche lingered on his injuries. Yeah, they were a bitch, but he wasn't going to let Porsche feel guilty about them. "I'd like that. But you need to remember, these were gotten for your honor. I wasn't going to let some sniveling prick take my man out."

Hearing those words come from Porsche's mouth, the way his lips formed around them made Kinn instantly want to have his injuries healed. "I want to make love to you," he whispered softly, caressing Porsche's hair and letting his fingers trail gently over his jaw to tilt his chin up again. "I want to lay you out on this bed and love you the way you deserve, to keep you needing me until the sun goes down and coming with a roar until the sun comes up." A romantic streak? Anakinn? "Until your body aches with lonliness and longing because the memory of my body around and inside you is too much to bear."

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Porsche lifted his head up scrunching up his face like he had sucked on a lemon " I do not sound like that." He was much more needy, like a puppy whimpering for a good petting. He couldn't help that Kinn just knew how to fuck him in just the right way. Porsche just made a "psh" noise and thudded his chin back down to his hand. " As if I would be that kind of guy."

He didn't really have much of a choice in the matter, Porsche was Porsche and even though he would do what he had to do people getting hurt he hated that part. More so when it was Kinn who had gotten hurt. Fucking Vegas. When he caught up to him, he was going to make sure he suffered before taking his trashy ass out.

Ooof. Porsche was reacting to that. And shifting to not poke Kinn in the leg with his half stock. He really needed to be more concerned about Kinn getting better. Less about imagining all the ways Kinn's cock stretched him out jsut perfectly. So much for only a half stock. Fuck. He wanted Kinn too. He sighed " Doesn't your medical team have some kind of shot they can give you that would make all your injuries go away? All the money they get paid."

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Kinn grinned. He knew what that shift meant and he playfully let his thigh chase after Porsche. He was hard, too, his mind protesting and the rest of him not caring. Without an ounce of shame, Kinn took Porsche's hand and placed it over his cock, curling the man's fingers around to make a loose fist. Just because his mouth hurt didn't mean his hand was. And just like that, Kinn was trying to snake his hand around to reach Porsche's dick as well. "Let me have it," he demanded quietly.

"I already yelled at them for spiking my food with vicodin," he huffed, eyes slipping closed as Porsche's hand settled over him. "Fucking drug dealers." This was exactly what he wanted. If he could fuck, he'd be all for that, too. But just this, a hand on him was nice and sent all those lovely tingling happy feelings through him. He would take it.

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This man was the devil, Porsche was sure of it and he eventually stopped trying to inch away from the thigh that was chasing him and groaned softly rubbing his cock up his thigh. That even felt amazing. Kinn made it very clear what he wanted... he always did after all, and Porsche ran his hand up the length, shuddering as his own dick twitched. Fuck. At this point if he even thought Kinn would have it in the least he would flip Kinn over and fuck him. That was something even Porsche didn't have the sack to ask about though.

He brought his free hand around stilling Kinn's gimme hand against his stomach. " Alright Alright." he said scooting up the bed in a worm like fashion sliding Kinn's hand down his abs through his pubes and finally circling his hand around his dick. " Shit, that feels good." he said keeping his hand in pace on Kinn's cock.

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He hummed as his fingers came closer to his prize and then exhaled fully when he reached that warm length. "Mmhmm," Kinn purred. Letting his fingers circle and drag upwards to Porsche's head in light, slow motions. Then he pushed his fingers down, spreading them like lips to drag foreskin down and let his palm nestle against the tip of his cock. Kissing- real, opened mouth, tonsil devouring kissing-hurt so he settled for running his nose along Porsche's face. There was something to be said about a soft, languid hand job that didn't have the urgent desperation of release. Of course, that was a goal, too, but it could wait. He wanted to feel Porsche, find out all the little spots that made his dick twitch, and he wanted that breathy begging in his ear.

"Yes, you fucking do," he breathed, pressing a small kiss on Porsche's pulse in his neck.

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It was oh so nice. The feeling of Kinn's dick in his hands sliding that extra skin down and then back up. His hand sliding up exposing the head of Kinn's cock and lightly running the pad of his thumb on the tip.

His own dick hard enough to fuck concrete, head slick as his dick dribbled in greeting to his lovers hand. Oh, how he wanted to take Kinn's mouth and kiss him as if his life depended on it, but he knew that was going to cause pain for Kinn so he wouldn't. Instead there were soft little sighs against Kinn's shoulder. " You have no idea how much I wish that we were able to have you stretch me out. We have a lot to celebrate today."

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Kinn huffed in amusement, letting the velvet skin slip around his hand. "Waste of a good stretch. But I think my fingers are long enough to reach?" Hold on, there. Kinn needed to arch and roll his hips into Porsche's hands with a 'guh' sound punching from his chest. His whole body was into that one motion with his head tilted back and eyes closed in bliss. "Fuck, you're dripping. Really want me that bad?"

This was dangerous territory and if Kinn got hot off of anything, it was danger. Fuck his pain, really. It wouldn't hurt too bad for too long, anyway. Right? He reminded himself that he would be struggling to hold back and then he'd be clenching his jaw or biting Porsche's shoulder. He wasn't healed enough for that. Gathering some of that slick that was dribbling out of Porsche, he brought his fingers to his lips, eyes fixing onto his lover's as he licked them clean. "The things I can imagine using this." His hand went back down with an evil glint in his eye. First there was a detour to grope Porsche's pec and give his nipple a wicked pinch before his hand was back on that impossibly hard cock, hand a fist as he pumped him in steady, sure strokes.

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Porsche was thinking that they probably should stop here. Before Kinn made his injuries worse. Then that guh noise he made floated out of his mouth and went right to his dick. Fuck It was hot, " Since the day you up ended my life." Porsche answered honestly into the side of Kinn's ear.

Porsche's eyes were smoldering, watching Kinn lick his fingers after taking the drizzle off his cock. His hand hadn't stopped the slow strokes on Kinn's cock. He bit his own lips as Kinn's hand went back down and pinched his nipple then went back to his cock. " K..Kinn wait.." his hand moving from Kinn's cock to clutch the hand around his cock to move it away.

He had to always prioritize Kinn and Kinn's well being. Before it was because that was his job, now it was because genuinely Porsche loved this man and there was nothing Porsche wouldn't do to keep him safe. Man, sometimes the more selfish part of him kicked him a little for it though. " As much as I want this and you, I don't think it's a good idea if we keep going. Your injuries are bad and it could make healing take longer if we hurt you." he said sliding over to give himself some distance.

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Kinn was steadily on a roll, eagerly waiting to hear what Porsche was thinking. But the words spoken into his skin had his heart clench. This man had his heart strings and knew just how to strum them. He was ready to dive in for more, already tasting that sweet release in the back of his throat when Porsche...stopped?

He never said he was a patient man, but with Porsche, he would try. If there was something he was uncomfortable with-probably because they were fooling around during his duty hours (who gave a fuck about that, anyway? Wouldn't be the first time) Or maybe Porsche wanted to have some clarification. But when he stammered out they should wait, that Kinn was too injured, he thought he was going crosseyed.

No, he was definitely going crosseyed. And before Porsche could move away completely, Kinn was grabbing at him with a pained snarl. "Don't you fucking stop, asshole. Give me my orgasm! What part of 'I'm not on painkillers' did you miss, huh? I can't sleep more than twenty minutes before I wake up. I swear to God, if you get out of this bed before I've had my fill of you, I'm going to have you running blocks around this city for the next three days."

Well, Porsche, suggesting they stop had the complete opposite effect. Kinn was giving him the meanest stink eye, wincing at the same time as he clenched his jaw too hard.