"If this is their honeymoon, why would they have us over?" Bodie asked Doyle as they rode up the elevator to Mai Li's apartment. "I'm not sure, but Mai Li asked us, so I said yes," Doyle shrugged. "You look nice tonight," Bodie said, he slipped one arm around his ex-lover. Doyle didn't want anything like that, instead he pulled away from him. "We're not in public now, so keep your hands off of me!" "I just thought..." "Well, don't!" Ray snapped. "I don't want anything from you, do you understand, nothing!" There was anguish in Bodie's sapphire eyes. "I understand," As soon as they got out of the lift, several people walked by them, two of them skinheads. Ray pulled Bodie against the wall, and kissed him full on the lips. "Bloody faggots! Do you really have to do that in public?" One skinhead demanded. "Sod off!" Doyle said gruffly, as he rubbed his hand up and down Bodie's cock, he could feel Bodie stiffen under his fingers. It gave him a bit of sadistic glee, he was going to make Bodie good and horny tonight, then give him nothing in return. The skinheads passed them and entered the lift. As soon as the door shut, Doyle pulled away from Bodie. "We better get going," The blue eyes where hurt. "Anything you say." They walked to Mai Li's apartment. The door was pulled almost shut. There was a streak of blood by the handle, out of the corner of his eye, Doyle could see Bodie reach for the gun that wasn't there. Doyle reached down a nd took the knife that he kept in his boot out. "I'll go first," Bodie nodded. Doyle slowly opened the door, then they went in. There was blood everywhere, and there was no sign of his sister. "Mai Li!" Doyle yelled, he went into the hallway. What was left of Jenn was on the floor, her throat had been slashed. Doyle bent down and touched her, she was cold. Bodie went past Ray with barely a glance at Jenn. "How can you be so cold?" Doyle demanded. "There is still Mai Li to think about," He said unemotionally. "Are you coming?" Doyle couldn't move, he was afraid of what he would find if he moved. Bodie went down the hallway. Finally Doyle could hear Bodie say. "Ray..." When Doyle didn't answer, Bodie said more loudly. "Ray, I think you should come here." Doyle walked to Bodie, Bodie was in Win Lu's room, Mai Li's body was in the middle of the floor. Her throat had been cut open, her pentagram lay on the floor. Doyle knelt down and picked it up, and put it in his pocket. He then touched her face, hoping somehow that she was alive, but like Jenn, she was cold. "Mai Li, oh my goddess," He said in Chinese. "If only I had been there for you, you would still be alive."He took his dead sister in his arms and held her close for one last time. He could hear Bodie call CI5. Then very faintly he could hear crying, it was Win Lu, it must be Win Lu. Doyle looked around the room, but he couldn't see where the crying came from. Bodie found the girl hiding in the laundry hamper, but he couldn't get her to come out, she only spoke Chinese to him. "Doyle can you talk to her?" Doyle stood up, he whipped the tears that had fallen down his cheeks. He walked to the hamper. In Chinese he said. "It's all right Win Lu, you can come out," "Who are you?" She asked. "I'm uncle Ray," The girl stood up, Ray went over to her and picked her up. "it's all right, it'll be all right." "Mama," was all the girl said. Doyle took Win Lu into the living room. Bodie followed. "Why didn't she speak English?" "She's probably too scared," A few moments later, Cowley arrived. "What happened. Bodie told him. Cowley assigned Jax to be in charge of the crime scene. He then turned to Doyle. "I'm sorry 4.5," "Thank you sir," "What will you do with the girl?" "Can I take her to our apartment?" "Are you sure you can handle it?" Cowley asked. "I'm positive," "Then go, we can get your statement in the morning." * * * Doyle carried Win Lu to the lift, then went up the three floors to his apartment. He then sat down in the rocking chair with Win. "Mama okay?" Win asked in English. Ray didn't know what to say, how could he tell his niece that her mother was dead? "Ray-Ray where Mama?" "She'll be here in a little while," Ray lied. "Do you know what happened before you where put into the clothes hamper?" "Bad men came, Mama Jenn answered the door, they pushed her down, hurt her, Mama put me in the clothes hamper, told me not to come out no matter what, so I didn't." "You where very brave," Win Lu started to cry. Doyle rocked her to sleep, then he put her on the bed in the guest bedroom. Then he went into his room. He didn't think of changing, even though he was covered in blood. He took Mai Li's pentagram out of his pocket and set it on Bodie's small alter. He wanted to cry, but remembered what his mother said about saving face, even here Bodie might walk in on him and he would loose face. He had to call his mother, she needed to find out from him that his sister was dead, not hear about it on television. He picked up the phone in the bedroom and numbly dialled the number. The call was a brief one, his mother told him that she would take the first flight that she could to London. His mother called back a few minutes later, telling him that she wouldn't be until the next day that she would arrive. He then walked into the sitting room, and sat back down in the chair, his sister, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He looked at the painting that adored the sitting room wall, she had painted that for him when they where teen-agers, she had been a gifted artist, now she was gone. Ray Doyle who had once been part of three siblings was now an only child. Hours later, Bodie came home. Doyle was deep in thought, he didn't look up to Bodie. "Where's Win Lu?" Bodie asked. "She's asleep, in the guest bedroom." "I see you didn't change your clothes," "I didn't feel like it," Bodie sat down on the coffee table that was in front of Doyle. "I am sorry about Mai Li, it must have been terrible for you to find her. I know you cared for her deeply, you loved her very much" "Yes I loved her," A flicker of jealously crossed Bodie's face, "Mai Li was a good woman, I cared for her too." Doyle looked at Bodie, what could he tell his ex-lover? Finally he decided that the truth would be best. "Mai Li wasn't my lover," "Perhaps not now, but you did have a child with her." "You are saying that because Win Lu looks like me," ""What other kind of proof do I need?" "Win Lu is my niece, Mai Li is-was my sister," "Your sister," Bodie gasped. "But she's Chinese!" "I had noticed that," "Is she adopted," "No, neither of us where adopted." "Then you have different mothers, or was it different fathers?" "We have the same parents," It was hard for Ray to discuss this, the taunts he had gotten when he went to school still haunted him. It was now only a matter of time before Bodie would know anyway, and it would be much better if he heard it from Doyle. "You once asked me how I could be fluent in Chinese," "You spent your first few years in Hong Kong," "That's not the reason, " Doyle looked into Bodie's eyes. "My mother's Chinese." "Was your father British?" "Yes, he was," "You don't look Chinese,: "I know, people always thought Mother was Kyle's and my governess when we went out. But Mai Li, she always looked Chinese." "It must have been hard on you," "it was terrible, when we came to England, Mai Li was put in the same form as Kyle and I, everyone knew I was Chinese," "I can imagine<" There was understanding in Bodie's sapphire eyes. "being in England during the fifties and being of mixed race." "Father had a hard time finding us somewhere to live, as soon as the estate agent saw mother, suddenly the house wasn't for sale anymore. We had to live in a tough neighbourhood, it was terrible there." "You where teased," "I didn't have any friends because I was Chinese, if Mai Li hadn't been there...." Doyle took a deep breath and let it out. "I never denied Mai Li, we where a team, the three musketeers." "When did you start pretending you where only English?" "I got a scholarship to an art college in France, I was alone there, no one knew me. Knew what I was, I started to pretend that I was British, only British. As time passed, it got even easier." "Even to the point that you never told me you where related to her," "I couldn't tell you, you where prejudice, you kept talking about how the coloured where out to get you, and I was one." "When I changed, why didn't you tell me then?" Bodie asked. "I didn't think you would forgive me for lying to you....." "I should have realised that you where Chinese," "How could you tell?' "Your eyes....you know what they say, all the best cowboys have Chinese eyes." Bodie reached out, stroked Doyle's broken cheekbone. The cheek that he had broken defending his sister. Doyle was trying very hard not to cry. Bodie was here, his Bodie, he hadn't just lost his sister during this case, but Bodie too, the tears began to flow. Bodie pulled Ray to him, and he held him close as he cried. "We'll get Mai Li's m urder, I swear we will." After awhile, Bodie led Doyle to the bedroom, and helped him off with his clothes. Bodie striped and they got into bed, Bodie pulled Ray close to him and held him. * * * "Ching-a-ling, it's a wonder you can speak English!" A teenaged boy taunted. "Why don't you go back to your own country!" Another voice said. Ray Doyle thanked the goddess that the taunts weren't aimed at him. As this was a mixed raced neighbourhood, the area's toughs sometimes came to the area to beat up on coloureds. As Ray walked, he turned up his coat collar to the cold winter air. He was walking a short cut to the bus stop. His sister Mai Li had stayed after school for gymnastic practice, being mixed race meant that it wasn't safe for her to walk home on her own. He was only sixteen, but in the four years he had lived in England, he had learned a lot about racism. "Did your father kill many British in the war Jap?" a teenage boy asked. "I'm not Japanese, I'm British." The clear unmistakable voice of Mai Li said. "My father had to spend time in a Jap POW camp, your going to pay for that!" Doyle began to run towards the voices. Mai Li Doyle was pressed against a fence by a burly rocker. There where several other rockers with him. Two where holding cricket bats. "Leave her alone!" Doyle shouted. "Stay out of this! We're teaching the chink a lesson!" The leader said. Ray could see the look of terror in Mai Li's eyes, as she pleaded with him scielently to help. If Ray left, these hoods would beat up his sister. This was his sister, he had to protect her. He took the switch blade that he carried out of his pocket and flicked it open. "I said, leave her alone!" The toughs turned to Ray, the leaders lips turned to a sneer. "So it's you, the little Jap's brother." One of the rockers launched himself at Ray, Doyle was able to stab him. The second then threw himself at ray, this one had a cricket bat. He was able to get a good blow to Ray's face. Doyle found himself falling to the ground. When he woke, Ray felt as if his face where on fire. He couldn't open his right eye at all. He could hear the sobs of his sister as the gang raped her. He could feel rough hands on him, pulling off his pants, and turning him over, forcing him to have sex. Suddenly the gang had knifes, they stabbed Mai Li over and over again as Ray laid there helpless. * * * "Ray wake up!" He could hear Bodie say as he shook him. Doyle woke. He was in bed with Bodie, not only that, but he was sitting up. Bodie looked at him, concern etched in his eyes. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine, did I wake you?" "You where shouting in Chinese, " Bodie said. "Did you have a nightmare?" "It was terrible." "Tell me about it," "You wouldn't understand." "It was about Mai Li wasn't it?" "How did you know?" Doyle asked. "Because I know you," Doyle decided to tell Bodie the dream. "I was dreaming about something that happened when I was a kid, Mai Li was raped by a gang of thugs, when I tried to stop it, I got this," He touched his battered cheekbone. "But what happened in my dream wasn't what really happened. The gang killed her, and I could do nothing to stop it." "I'm sorry Ray," Grief overcame Ray, he realised he would never see his sister ever again. Doyle started to sob, and Bodie pulled his partner to him, stroking his golden curls. "I won't leave you Ray, I'll never leave you," Bodie promised. * * * "I suppose your mother will take Win Lu back to Hong Kong," Bodie said during breakfast. "I suppose so," Doyle looked down to the breakfast Bodie had made him, but he didn't feel like eating. "I'm sorry I accused you of being her father," "She looks like me, what else could you think?" "Is her father in Hong Kong?" "No, he lives in England." "Do you think he'll want her?" "He doesn't even know he's the father, Mai Li never told him." Doyle decided that Bodie needed to know the truth. "He was a very seductive person who blew into her life for a couple of months. She told me that she couldn't resist his midnight blue eyes and dark brooding looks. Then he returned to England, he had his own life, he was involved with someone else." "A married man then." "Married to his job, I don't think he'll ever be tied down to one lover." "Do I know him?" he took a sip of tea. "Your Win Lu's father," Bodie put down the cup. His eyes where black with anger. "Why didn't you tell me about her?" "Mai Li asked me not to tell you," "And you followed her wishes," "Yes, I did." "I have a daughter.....a child, I have always wanted a child.....do you think your mother will let me get to know her before she returns to Hong Kong?" "You wouldn't want to keep her" "I never married Mai Li, you know the laws in England, unmarried fathers have no right to their children, besides, your mother could give Win Lu a normal life. "Bodie put his head in his hands. "I really cared for Mai Li when we where together, if you hadn't been around , I probably would have married her. That's why I was so angry to see the two of you so close together, she was very special Ray, very special." "Do you think Cowley will take us off the assignment?" Doyle decided to change the subject. "I've already talked to him, he said that as long as we behave ourselves that we can stay where we are." Bodie looked up, a tear was trickling down his cheek. He reached out and took Doyle's hand. "I meant what I said, I'll never leave you." "Ray-Ray," Win Lu said from the doorway. Doyle watched Bodie as he looked at Win Lu, then very nervously he said. "Good morning Win Lu." "Mama say your a bad man," Pain flickered through Bodie's eyes. "Would you like something to eat?" Doyle jumped in. "Would you like some yougart?" "Yech," The child made a face. "Do you have any Honey Nut Loops?" "Yes dear, we do," Bodie said. He went over to the cabinet and poured her a bowl. She sat down and he put it in front of her, he put a splash of milk on the top. The child started eating as if she hadn't ate for days. * * * Two days passed, the college had been closed in respect for Mai Li's death. Ray had spent the entire time in the apartment, he didn't feel much like getting out. Bodie had been there, supporting Ray, being there when Ray needed him. He had slept in Doyle's bed both nights, but he hadn't tried anything sexual, he never went over that barrier that Doyle had placed between them, but he was trying t o do his damnedest to try and apologise for what happened during the fight. It was late, Win Lu was already in bed, and Doyle was going through his closet, trying to find some suitable clothing, but there was nothing there that was black. He would have to dress appropriately if he was going to meet his mother's plane. "You can wear something of mine," Bodie was sitting in the bedroom's easy chair, flipping through a tabloid. "What do you mean?" "You'll want to wear black when you pick up your mother won't you?" "Yeah....." "I'll go get you something," "Win Lu's sleeping," He reminded Bodie. "I'll be careful," Bodie got off of the chair and left the room. A few moments later he returned, carrying some clothes, all in black. "When your mother gets here, will Win Lu be staying with her?" "I thought it might be safer," "I'll move into the guest room when she's gone," "You don't have to do that," Doyle said. "It's what you want, it's what I deserve," Bodie put the clothes in the closet, he then went to the bed, he grabbed a pillow off the bed, and turned to leave. "Don't sleep on the settee," "All right, I'll sleep on the floor." "It's uncomfortable," "I used to sleep in the jungle, the floor will be fine." Bodie went to the door. "Bodie," Doyle said. Bodie turned to him. "I don't want you to sleep on the settee, I need you here with me," "are you sure? There was wariness in Bodie's eyes. Doyle walked over to him, he reached out and touched his cheek. "I love you Bodie," Bodie's cheek quivered under Doyle's fingers. "Even after what I did to you?" "It was my own damn fault, I should have told you the truth about Mai Li, if I had, you wouldn't have been so jelious." "I shouldn't have been so jelious, even if she wasn't your sister, but sometimes I can't help myself, I see you with someone, I feel like telling them that your mine," "I am yours," Doyle said. There was regret in Bodie's eyes. "Not anymore, I destroyed that, I could have killed you." "I deserved what I got," "No one deserves to be abused," There was only one way to convice Bodie that he still cared for him. He kissed Bodie. The ex-mercenary sighed and pulled Doyle close to him. Doyle tried to tell Bodie that he forgave him in that kiss. He pushed Bodie against t he bedroom door and gave him a long lousious kiss. "I want you Ray...." Bodie breathed huskily. "You've got me," Ray reached behind Bodie and locked the bedroom door. "I want you to punish me, make me pay for what I did to you, be as rough as you can when you take me." "You want me to rape you?" Doyle couldn't believe his ears. "Yes and more," Bodie pulled away from Doyle, he went over to the dresser and opened a drawer. He took out handcuffs, a whip, a dildo and a cock ring. They had used these toys several times but they had always been used playfully, not in the way that Bodie intended. "I can't hurt you," "Your still angry with me, I still feel quilty for what I did to you, put that a nger in fucking me," "How can you ask me to hurt you?" "It's what I deserve, we both need this. I was a street hustler, you won't hurt me, punish me please. Tonight I'm your slave, to do with how you please." Ray didn't want to do this, there was a part of him that still hated Bodie. If he got a whip in his hand, he might kill him. Bodie walked over to Doyle, he placed the toys in his ex-lovers hands. "I trust you Ray, I know you won't take it too far." A thrill coursed through Ray, his lover still trusted him. Bodie was right, if he got a whip in his hand, he might kill him. "Take off your clothes slut," Doyle growled. Bodie did as he was told, slowly pulling off his clothes, as if he where giving a show for Ray. Doyle noticed that Bodie was already hard. He grabbed the cock ring and wrapped it around Bodie's cock, fastening it so tightly that it made Bodie wince. If Bodie got any harder, he would be in agony, in a way that was a turn on for Doyle. "I want you to undress me, but your not allowed to touch me with your hands, only your lips." Bodie got on his knees, with his teeth, he unfastened Doyle's belt. "That's it slut, do it!" Doyle crooned. Bodie pulled the belt out, tossing it on the floor. Then as instructed, he undressed Doyle, slowly, using only his teeth. As he stood up so that he could work on D oyle's shirt, Bodie was hard, very hard. Doyle grabbed the handcuffs off the bed, he slapped one onto Bodie's wrist, then he pulled the man to the bed, and fastened the cuffs to the bed post. "From now on, your my slave, your pleasure, your pain is at my hands. Do you understand?" Bodie nodded. "On your belly slave!" Bodie did as he was told without hesitation. Doyle ran his hand across Bodie's bare ass, across the brand that dominated one cheek. Bodie shivered. Doyle took a scarf out of a drawer, he blindfolded Bodie. "I want you to be suprised when something happens to you." Bodie nodded. There was the vibrator, one that Bodie bought as a joke, it was big, so big t hat Doyle wondered if Bodie could handle it. "Spread your legs," Bodie did, bringing his legs up under his belly. His ass so inviting to Doyle, he grabbed some gel and rubbed the tight opening, Bodie opened up beneath his lover's fingers. Doyle withdrew the fingers, and picked up the dildo, he slowly put the dildo inside of Bodie. With a groan, his lover took it. When it was all the way up to the hilt, Ray turned it on, letting the vibrations tickle the man's prostrate. "I want you to turn over, and fuck yourself on the cock," Bodie turned over, he fucked himself slowly on the vibrator, his cock getting harder and harder. "How does that feel? Tell me!" Doyle barked. "It feels wonderful," Bodie moaned. "Then do it harder," Bodie's fucking turned to abandon, his body covered with sweat, his cock straining for release. "You want to come, don't you?" Doyle growled. "Yes..." For Bodie the sensation felt wonderful, the vibrator was huge, it filled him so totally that he felt as if he couldn't hold anymore. It's pulsing against his prostrate was a form of torture, each pulse made his cock want to explode, but the cock ring prevented him. His Ray was watching, his beautiful Ray was making him pay. "Turn back over!" Doyle commanded. Bodie did, he wanted to asked for release, but now he was Doyle's slave. He didn't get relaease unless his master permitted it. The arm was tied back above his head, and Ray removed the vibrator. Bodie felt empty now that it was gone. His free arm was tied above his head, Doyle kept him in darkness, making him wait to see what happened next. The first blow came down across his buttocks. Bodie couldn't help it, he cried out. He felt a handkerchief shoved into his mouth. "No talking slut!" Doyle said in a voice that wasn't his own, and for the first time, Bodie was afraid, but he didn't show it. The blows rained down on Bodie, he bit down tightly on the cloth. Then just as quickly, the blows stopped, and without any preparation, Doyle entered him. He pound in and out of his lover. Ray's hand snaked around Bodie's body and undid the cock ring. "You been a good slave, I want you to come with me, fuck the bed!" Bodie ground himself into the bed as Doyle made love to him. As Ray came, he bit down on Bodie's shoulder. As soon as he was finished coming, Doyle slid out of Bodie, all the anger that he felt for him was gone. For the first time, he noticed his lovers back, it was criss crossed with sores from the whip, and the bite mark looked serious. He unlocked the handcuffs, and took off the blindfold. He would be lucky if his lover didn't kill him. "Oh goddess, I'm sorry." "'Sall right," Bodie pulled Ray down to him. "I deserved it, I haven't had that big of a come in years." "I made you come?" Doyle asked. "I'm a masochist at heart," Bodie said groggily, he put his arms around Doyle. "I won't ever leave you Ray." "I love you." Bodie kissed him, pulling him closer. * * * The alarm went. Doyle woke, the entire room reeked of sweat, and sex. It was still dark. he reached out and turned off the alarm. For the first time he realised that his hand was covered in blood, Bodie's blood. Bodie laid on his side towards Doyle. His skin was more pallid then usual, just as pale as the sheets he lay on. His hair was even more raven then before. Was he dead? There was only one way Doyle could find out. He touched his lover. His skin was still warm, and there was a heartbeat. Ray pulled the duvet off of Bodie, the sheet still clung to him, it was covered in blood. He had hurt his lover far more then he thought he had. Bodie's eyes flickered open. "hello sunshine," "How do you feel?" Doyle asked concerned. "I'll be all right," Bodie stretched, and rolled over onto his back. He flinched. Then sat up. "What time is it?" "Five thirty, I have to get ready...." Though to tell the truth, he didn't feel like getting ready."Your hurt...." "I'm all right," was all Bodie said. "Your back, I hurt you." "If you remember sunshine, I asked you to do that to me," he ran a hand through his ebony hair. "Can I come with you to meet your mum?" "Are you sure you want to?" "I would be honoured, besides, it's about time we met. Who gets the first shower, me or you?" Bodie was acting as if nothing happened, it drove Doyle mad, something had happened, something terrible. When Doyle didn't say anything, Bodie got out of bed, he moved around the room as if he where in agony, as he looked into the closet, Doyle was able to see his back, it was criss-crossed with open whip sores, and the bite mark was large. //I didn't realise that I hurt him so badly,// Doyle got out of bed, unconsciously the injured man stiffened. "Bodie, I'm sorry...." "There's nothing to be sorry for. " Bodie said, his voice like ice. "Your back..." "All you did was make me pay for something I did to you," Doyle realised that he would have to take another tack. "Right, I made you pay, what now?" "Now, I take a shower," "Your injuries have to be looked at," "they'll heal," "Bodie, for goddess sake, you bled all over the bed!" "I know," Bodie said softly, "I deserved what I got,' * * * Bodie flinched as the water touched his skin, he had forgotten how much it hurt to be beaten. He had to remind himself for the countless time, that he had asked to be beaten, he had deserve it. If this beating got back Ray, then it was worth it. He was more then a little surprised when Doyle opened the door to the shower, he was nude, he got into the shower with Bodie. "What are you doing here?" Bodie couldn't keep the fear out of his voice. "I'm going to wash your back," "I can do that myself," "Your wounds could get septic if you don't have them washed. I did this to you, so I'm going to take care of you." Doyle said firmly. 'Turn your back to me." Bodie hesitated for a moment, a good scrubbing down would hurt more then the sores themselves. Doyle noticed the hesitation, his fingers began to trimble. His eyes were depthless pools of green. In a small voice Ray asked. "We're never going to get back together are we?" Without hesitating, Bodie said, "Of course we are, you berk!" "Then you trust me," It wasn't a question, not really. "Yes, I trust you! I just want to know if your sure this is necessary." "Your back could get infected," Doyle reminded him. "if it gets infected, it will scar up." "Be genteel on me sunshine," Bodie said, he turned his back to Doyle. A few moments passed, and Bodie wasn't too sure that Doyle would stay. Then he felt Doyle's hands on him, the fingertips where shaking. This is going t o hurt," "I've survived worse," Doyle got a washcloth and gently wiped Bodie's back off. "I'm going to apply soap now." Bodie braced himself against the wall, and Doyle soaped up his back. The soap stung his back. Ray's hands went lover, stopping at his mid-back, touching his ass, but not going lower, not touching where Bodie wanted, needed to be touched. "Fuck me Ray," Bodie said huskily. Doyle's hand dropped. "I can't not so soon after......" Bodie turned to Doyle, reaching out and touched Doyle's battered cheekbone, the bruises that he caused where still there. He loved Doyle, he knew it as he looked at him, if only he could say the word. But Bodie couldn't. Everyone he had told his feelings too had betrayed him, or been killed because of him. Instead, Bodie kissed Ray, gently, trying to put his feelings for his lover in that kiss. Doyle signed and pulled Bodie to him, his arms reaching around him, trying to avoid the whip marks. Bodie got very hard as they kissed, but he tried to ignore it, now wasn't the time to ravage his lover. His hand moved down Doyle's body, he wrapped his fingers around Doyle's cock, slowly he began to pump. "Take me Ray," "Here in the shower? Your still hurt....." "I'm fine," Bodie pulled ray to him, kissing him hungrily. It felt good, they where back together, he wanted to feel Ray inside of him. Bodie pulled away from his lover, he turned his back to him, and braced himself against the wall. Doyle came up behind him, his hardness pressed against Bodie's cheeks. Then Ray entered Bodie, his love making was gentle, loving. * * * Bodie had to admit, Ray looked wonderful in black. He wore a black turtle neck, with a black leather jacket and black pants. They sat together at a booth at the airport bistro. Doyle's mother's plane was late, and he looked very nervous. Bodie reached aross the table and took his lover's hand. He rubbed the knuckles. "Does your mother know about our relationship?" "Yeah, I've told her about you, I told her I'm gay, it's not that." "Then what's wrong," 'When you see her, you'll know I'm really Chinese," Ray looked off in the air. "At least Win Lu is safe, I can't believe that Jax volunteered to watch her." "Jax is a good mate," "I suppose so," Bodie knew what Ray needed, a drink. He got up and walked to the bar and ordered two pints. He then went back to the table and set one down in front of him. Ray eyed it warily. "I can't drink this early in the day," "You won't get drunk," Doyle drank his pint in silence, as he put down the pint, he asked. "Bodie, isn't that Harry Penhalligon?" "Where?" Bodie asked. Doyle pointed him out. Bodie's brother looked elegant as ever, he was with a beautiful woman. "Whose the bird?" "I don't know, one of us better go talk to him." "Not me, I don't feel up to it," Doyle paused. "You go," "Will you be all right?" "Sod off Bodie!" Bodie went over to where Harry was. He was talking to the woman, then she went off in another direction. "Hello Harry," "Bodie! what are you doing here?" he asked surprised. "We're waiting for Doyle's mum to fly in," "We're?" "Doyle and I," He nodded towards where Doyle was. "His sister was killed two days ago, you've heard about the hate group murders." "Of course, the murders have made Americas papers, but I didn't realise they where so close to home," "It gets even better, we're on the case," He looked at his brother. "Your getting famous, and from what I've heard, you've gone straight." "Straight as I can, but we all falter sometimes," Harry paused. "How's Michael Murphy?" "He's doing well," "I wonder if he still hates me for getting him sent back home?" "From what he said, he did everything in his power to sabotage you," Bodie pointed out. "I moved in on his territory, he had a right to be threatened," "you mean Laura?" Bodie asked. "Was that woman with you Laura?" "Yes, we're married now, it's purely a marriage of convenious." Harry tried to sound nonchalant. ""If I hadn't gotten married, I would have been deported." "SO she doesn't care for you?" "No, she doesn't, she only married me because I work for her." The woman came back over to them. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she looked at Bodie. "Who are you?" "Laura, this is an old friend of mine, Bodie," Harry introduced. "Bodie what?" she asked. "Just Bodie ma'am." "I see, and your a criminal." "Bodie's on the right side of the law," Harry told his wife. "He once spent a great deal of time trying to make me go straight." "OH he did," Doubt dripped in the woman's voice. The way the woman scrutinised him, he realised that he would have to convince her. He took out his CI5 ident and showed it to her. "So your a cop," "You know a bit about me, so can I know a bit about you?" Bodie asked. "This is my wife, Laura Holt-Steele," Harry reintroduced. "I'm pleased to meet you," She handed Bodie back his ident, "We better go, we have a limo waiting for us," "Your right, we better go," Harry agreed. "It was good to see you Bodie," "I'm glad to meet you Mrs. Holt-Steele," Bodie watched them walk off, he could tell his brother was blind. Laura loved him as much as he loved her.