Tony/Miguel

by Debel

Miguel Bain reached for the last bottle of his favourite wine in the store's display case at the same instant as the other man. Their hands touched for a second and then the other man's hand was on the bottle and pulling it off the shelf. Angry, Miguel turned and stopped and stared into eyes that were on a level with his. Eyes that made the soft curses stop in his chest before they traveled further.

The leather clad shoulders of the man shrugged and a deep, soft voice apologized, "Sorry, man." The smile that went with the voice lingered in Miguel's thoughts as the man turned and walked up the aisle toward the checkout counter.

Miguel cocked his head and grinned broadly as he watched the man appreciatively. The long, silky brown hair was contained in a ponytail. He looked like a biker. Leather jacket, jeans, motorcycle boots, chains. The guy's body was as sweet as his face. A real fucking beauty. An almost imperceptible, 'yi, yi, yi, yi,' sighed out of Miguel as he noted the ass on him. The ass and the legs. And they were moving out of his sight much too quickly.

He followed the guy out the door and watched as he mounted his bike. Miguel slid into the back seat of a waiting cab and instructed the driver to follow the motorcycle. He almost added he'd kill the driver if he lost him.

The cabby's life was spared. They sat and watched the beauty in leather drive his motorcycle into the service elevator of a large, converted warehouse structure near an amusement center. Miguel waited until he saw the lights appear near the top of the building. He smiled and thought to himself as he stared out the cold glass and up at the warm lights, "Oh yes, baby. Time to check you out."

Several days later.............

Dr. Sarah Taylor's beautiful face had been transformed into a snarling mask and her delicate hand was rock steady as she pointed the gun at Tony Ramirez's chest. He held his hand out, pleading with the woman when the bullet from a silenced Luger .22 slammed into her small frame, nailing her to the wall for a brief moment, just long enough for her hate-filled blue eyes to cloud over as she stared at the man she had been about to kill, and then her knees buckled and she slid down the wall to a sitting position, finally tilting at an angle onto her side, her blonde hair falling across sightless eyes.

Miguel stepped into the room, walked over to the woman's body and efficiently put another bullet in her, this time in her head, just to make sure of it. His arm went out in a fluid motion and two more bullets pumped into the older man's body, freezing forever the look of unbelief on his face. Miguel turned and smiled broadly at the look of shock and horror on the biker beauty's face. The guy shoved past him and collapsed beside the woman's body. The eyes that had first attracted Miguel's attention stared up at him accusingly. "You've killed her." The guy didn't shout. He just whispered it as if he couldn't quite take it all in.

Miguel shrugged and stated the obvious. "She was about to kill you, Ramirez, and I didn't want that to happen yet." He looked down at the elegantly lethal lines of the gun cradled in his hand and whispered, "Killing a woman. It's not the same as a man. You've got to pull the trigger in a different way."

Tony let out a roar of rage and heaved himself up, aiming for Miguel's throat, but he didn't make it. His head connected with the Luger instead. Miguel gazed quietly at Tony's beautiful profile where he lay at his feet. The silky hair had worked loose and fell across his face. Miguel bent down and brushed it gently aside. He hated to see such perfection obscured. "Tsk, tsk, tsk so ungrateful Tony Ramirez. You owe me and you're going to pay up, baby."

Tony groaned and tried to think past the throbbing in his head. Opening his eyes was out of the question. He felt nauseous and groaned again, trying to move his arms, but they were stretched out, up and away from his body. There was some sort of binding about his wrists. He was standing or at least he was upright. He tried to move his legs, but they were spread wide and bound at the ankles. The need to move grew and he squirmed, pulling at his bindings, his flesh rubbing against a wire mesh. That's when he realized he was naked. He opened his eyes and blinked several times before he recognized familiar surroundings. He was in his apartment, spread-eagled naked and strapped to the wire cage. But he had been in Sarah's apartment. He had seen her shot, killed......he yelled out, denying the memory and struggling desperately against his bindings. A soothing voice came from behind him and a hand caught in the hair at the back of his head, holding him steady.

The voice finally got through the pounding in his head. "Quiet down and I'll get you some water."

Tony quieted down. He suddenly realized his throat was painfully dry. He let the side of his face rest against the cold wire until fingers pressed against his lips. "Swallow this, it's a pain killer." Tony parted his lips and took in the pills and the water that was offered him. He swallowed it gratefully. The throbbing in his head started to ease.

The man connected with the voice moved into view. Tony's eyes widened. "It's true. It really happened. Sarah's dead isn't she?"

The man's dark curls nodded and he smiled brightly at Tony, very pleased with himself.

"You bastard." Tony couldn't put much force behind the words because his head would explode, but he put all the feeling he could into them.

The man moved behind Tony and stroked the hair away from his face. Tony hated to admit it but the gentle touch soothed his aching head.

"I save your life and you call me a bastard." There was no recrimination in Miguel's voice, instead it was as soothing as his touch.

"Sarah would never have pulled the trigger. She couldn't kill me."

Miguel snorted, loudly. "The woman I killed tonight would have killed you, baby. No question about it." He bent and pressed his lips on the tattoo markings swirling along Tony's upper arm.

Tony ignored the kiss. "I've seen you before."

Miguel raised his head and grinned as he moved away, "I'm flattered you remembered. It was only for a few seconds."

"The wine. You wanted it too." Tony's voice was confident.

Miguel's grin broadened. "Would you like some Tony? I opened a bottle because tonight is so special."

Miguel moved out of Tony's view. He could hear the sounds the man was making behind him as he searched for glasses. "You seem to know who I am, but I don't know you."

A glass of wine appeared at his lips, pressing against them and he swallowed several mouthfuls before Miguel took it away. Tony could feel the man's body close behind his own and the dark voice against his ear, soft and intimate. "I'm your savior, Tony Ramirez, and the man who's going to fuck you."

The breath froze in Tony's chest and he wrapped his hands tightly around the straps that held him to the wire. The voice that seemed to travel straight to his groin continued, "Has a man ever fucked you Tony?"

Miguel's body pressed lightly against Tony's. He reached up and placed his hands over the other man's where they gripped their binding and asked again, quieter than before, "Well, have you, baby? You've got a beautiful ass. Has it ever been fucked?"

Tony moved his head, trying to get away from the voice. He pressed his forehead against the wire and closed his eyes. He kept them closed even when he felt a hand move to his ass and squeeze it.

Miguel laughed and walked around to face Tony. He brought his hands up to his shirt and began to unbutton it, taking his time. "You're not very talkative are you Tony? Me either. Normally I don't like a lot of chit chat. Did you have this lack of communication with Dr. Sarah Taylor, too?"

Tony's eyes flew open, his voice an angry shout. "Don't mention her name you murdering shit!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Miguel shook his head sadly and then grinned wickedly as he shrugged out of his shirt.

"You love this don't you?" Tony was working himself up into a rage despite the agony it produced in his head. "You shit! You're a cold-blooded murdering bastard! Who the hell are you and why are you doing this?"

Miguel started to unzip his pants, looked into the beautiful, enraged eyes glaring back at him, and gave Tony his name. "Bain, Miguel Bain." The moment he did it, it was as if something intimate and very private passed between them. He stopped undressing and moved to stand in front of Tony, pressing his own forehead beside the other man's and curling his fingers over the wire, he spoke as if confessing to a priest or his best friend. "I've killed a lot of people, Tony. They mean shit to me. It's business and I love my work. Aren't you glad to be alive, man?"

Tony couldn't sort out what he was feeling except shock. Miguel was obviously a crazed psycho and he needed to humor him if he was going to get out of this alive. The image of Miguel pointing the gun at Sarah's head and pulling the trigger kept replaying itself in his brain. It had been the coldest action he'd ever witnessed. But that Miguel was like a different guy from the one standing close to him now. Miguel was almost pleading with him.

"Of course I'm glad to be alive." Tony paused before he continued, deciding to try and talk to the guy. "Look, man.......Miguel......I know Sarah was sick. I believe she killed my brother, but she could have been helped. I loved her, Miguel."

Miguel stared at Tony, searching his face in the dim light. "That's what you do isn't it Tony? You help people. I checked you out. You're a fool if you think you could have helped that woman. You'd be nothing but dead meat now if I hadn't been watching you. It's a game, Tony, and I want to be on top of the game. You're on top or you're dead. Simple as that."

A grimace of pain passed across Tony's face. His arms felt like lead weights. Miguel noticed it. He walked away and Tony's eyes followed him carefully. He watched as the guy picked up his handgun and a knife and returned with an ease of movement that Tony couldn't hope to match the way he felt now. His entire body was one big ache. Tony also noticed he carried his weapon with an easy familiarity, as if it was never away from him for long.

Miguel pressed the Luger flat against Tony's back and leaned close, his voice husky, "Try anything, honey, and I'll tear your heart out." Tony believed him and he simply nodded that he understood. He sighed in relief as Miguel reached down and cut the straps at his ankles and then his wrists. His arms fell to his sides, lifeless slabs, and then the tingling began in his hands. Miguel pushed him toward the bed.

He followed Miguel's instructions and lay on his back, his arms above his head once again, but this time the weight of his body wasn't pulling at them. When Miguel finished tying Tony's wrists and securing them to the bed frame he straightened and looked down at the naked man spread out before him. He should have fucked him long before now. He couldn't explain to himself why he hadn't.

Tony looked up at him and said, "Thanks."

Miguel's face reflected his puzzlement as he asked, "For what?"

Tony's expressive eyes rolled to indicate his new and more comfortable surroundings. "For this. My shoulders were about to break."

Miguel grinned and let his gaze wander appreciatively over Tony's body. "So, you're finally willing to show some appreciation. It's about time, Tony, baby."

Tony flushed at the openly sexual look in Miguel's eyes and replied, "I'm thankful for the comfort, Miguel. That's all."

Miguel pulled a face. "Ungrateful little prick, aren't you." Tony didn't answer. Miguel's eyes moved around the space. "Nice place you've got, Tony. Interesting decor. Just enough of a touch of the S&M to make it interesting. You furnish it yourself?" Tony still didn't answer and Miguel's grin only broadened.

He began to rummage beside the bed, keeping up a constant, one-sided chit chat. "What do you do in your off-hours, baby? When you're not setting up surveillance cameras to catch your crazy, murdering, now-deceased girlfriend in the act of strangling her pet cat?" His eyes darted quickly to Tony's face and grinned at the way his lips compressed in anger. Miguel's eyes widened as he brought out a handful of condoms and laughed like a kid as he rained them down on the bed and over Tony. Miguel reached up and hooked his fingers in the wire overhead, swinging easily as he looked down at his captive. "Want to use some of those?" The look on Miguel's face was pure desire and seduction. From the look on Tony's face the answer was no. Miguel sighed dramatically and dropped down on his knees beside Tony. He sat on his heels and brushed off the little plastic packages on Tony's chest and as he did he made sure his fingers brushed over the man's nipples. He grinned as he felt them harden under his touch.

"How's the head?" Miguel asked and he leaned over, his fingers searching through Tony's hair for the bump he had given him.

Tony sucked in a breath between his teeth as Miguel's fingers found the sore area. "Sorry," Miguel muttered. "The skin's not broken at least."

"I can't figure you out Miguel." Tony stared at the guy who sat beside him and couldn't reconcile the beautiful face framed in masses of dark curls with the cold killer he knew he was. "You knock me unconscious and then give me pain killers and wine."

"I knocked you out because you were trying to tear my throat open you stupid fucker." Miguel grinned at Tony. There was no heat in his words. He loved the feel of Tony's hair slipping between his fingers. He looked down at the face between his hands and his own face softened. Slowly he began to lower his head, his eyes never leaving Tony's until their lips were almost touching and then Tony twisted his face to the side at the last second.

"Shit! You fucking shit!" Miguel slammed the back of his hand against Tony's face. "I should fuck you now you fucking little ungrateful shit!" He wrenched himself off the bed and stormed into the kitchen.

Tony tasted blood as he worked his tongue along the split inside his lip. His stomach churned with apprehension at what Miguel might do next, but he was more shocked at himself. He had discovered he wanted to know what it was like to feel Miguel's lips on his and then he had panicked.

Miguel returned with the open bottle of wine in his hand. He looked darkly down at Tony and then threw his head back, swallowing long draughts of wine from the bottle. Tony watched him in silence. He watched the way the muscles in his throat worked as he swallowed the wine and the clusters of curls stuck, sweat glued to the smooth column of skin. When Miguel finished drinking he leaned back heavily against the wire of the cage, the bottle dangling from his hand. His eyes were heavy lidded and dangerous and full of a desire that Tony didn't want to acknowledge. Miguel walked towards him. Tony's body tensed but Miguel ignored him, instead he reached out to curl his fingers around the Luger. He moved away and when he came back he was dressed to go out.

He settled his jacket about his shoulders, his voice cool as he announced in a mocking voice, "Don't wait up for me, baby. I don't know when I'll be back."

Tony couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. "But you are coming back?"

Every emotion on Miguel's face was dark and dangerous, just like the voice that answered Tony's question. "You want me to come back, baby?"

Tony yanked on his bindings; his face a picture of embarrassment. "I've got to take a piss." He looked up at Miguel with his great, dark eyes. "Please, man, don't leave me like this."

Miguel's dark look broke a little and he grinned as he undid Tony's wrists. "I should let you soil yourself, you little prick. Hurry up." Miguel had pulled the Luger and motioned him toward the bathroom. The Luger remained trained on Tony the entire time, but Miguel never made a move to touch him.

Tony asked again as Miguel secured his wrists, "You are coming back, aren't you?"

Miguel looked down at him and answered quietly, "Yeah, I'm coming back."

Tony listened as the heavy door of the elevator closed and it started its descent. The space was suddenly very quiet and very empty. He closed his eyes, but sleep didn't come for a very long time. The vision of Sarah's death finally faded only to be replaced by a beautiful face framed in a mass of dark curls and with eyes that a panther would envy.

The morning sky was just the barest hint of light in the east when Tony woke from a light sleep by the grind and rattle of the elevator. He listened with the breath caught in his throat at the strange sounds moving in his direction. The footsteps were dragging and paused for long periods, but finally he saw the familiar figure of Miguel come into view.

Tony's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the man's appearance as he leaned all of his weight against the wire cage. His face was a mess. There was blood on his eyebrow and lips and bruises were already visible. Blood had dripped onto his shirt and jacket, but the eyes were bright and had lost their dangerous look. He grinned happily at Tony. His speech was careful because of his swollen lips. "I'm back, baby. Miss me?"

"What the shit happened to you, Miguel?" Tony couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Miguel shrugged and winced as he eased out of his jacket and dropped it on the floor. "I went looking for a fight and found it." He grinned happily, but winced from the pain of that too as he looked at Tony through his tangled mass of hair. "They look worse."

"Then they must be in the hospital." Tony snorted.

Miguel turned toward the bathroom and mumbled something that Tony thought sounded like, "They are."

Tony listened as Miguel took a shower and then watched in disbelief as the man appeared naked, his hair in wet ringlets and eased himself down onto the bed beside Tony, wrapped an arm and a leg over him, rested his head on Tony's chest with a sigh and fell promptly to sleep. At first Tony hardly breathed and then the feel of the warm body wrapped around his lulled him into a deep sleep he desperately needed.

He woke with a hard on and the sounds of someone in the kitchen. "Miguel!"

Miguel appeared wearing pants but nothing else. His eyes immediately went to the impressive display before him and he raised his eyebrows with a wicked grin. "I guess I'm going to have to stop calling you 'little' prick."

Tony was grateful Miguel didn't make any more references to his condition, simply untied him and escorted him to the bathroom, Luger in hand. He even waited outside, with Luger still in hand, as Tony took a shower and shaved. When Tony emerged he felt like a new man and didn't argue as Miguel escorted him to the bed, but this time he allowed him to sit up, secured his wrists in front of him and ran the cord around his waist. Miguel's hands on him were businesslike and made no moves to grope him. When he left, Tony felt oddly disappointed. He was beginning to feel as if it were a normal condition to be tied up naked in his bed.

Miguel returned, humming softly and carrying a tray laden with coffee and scrambled eggs. He settled himself, cross-legged beside Tony and offered him a sip of the hot coffee. The smell of the coffee was like heaven and the rumbling in Tony's stomach reminded him he couldn't remember when his last meal had been.

He studied Miguel's face as he chewed on a mouthful of egg and toast. It looked worse in the morning light. Miguel noticed and grinned. "You should be happy, Tony, baby. You were trying to do some damage to me yourself earlier." Miguel's grin turned crooked. "Still are aren't you?"

Tony wouldn't meet his eyes. "I could use some more coffee."

Miguel set the food aside and cupped Tony's chin in his hand, forcing the big eyes up to meet his own. Miguel's voice made them the only two people in the world as he whispered, "You're so damn fucking beautiful."

This time Tony didn't turn his face away as Miguel brought their bruised lips together. At first they were careful of the torn flesh and then heedless of it. Miguel buried his hands in the heavy brown silk covering Tony's head and kissed the man as if he had been starving for the taste of him for a very long time. When Miguel finally broke the kiss Tony's eyes reflected the amazement at the unexpected desire he was feeling. It surged through him and he bent his head, resting his forehead on Miguel's shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

Miguel's hands moved over him and the roughness of the man's hands was mixed with a tenderness that kept Tony's stomach knotted in pleasure. He found he could not get enough of Miguel's hands or his lips. He searched those out again and this time it was Tony who had to break away because Miguel's hands had found the hardness of his cock. Miguel's forehead pressed against the side of his head and Tony felt his lips move softly against his ear as he whispered, "I want you, baby."

Miguel stood up and Tony felt the coldness of the separation like a blow and watched anxiously as Miguel shed his pants. There was no doubt how much Miguel wanted him. And for the first time Miguel wasn't efficient with the cords about Tony's wrist and waist. He fumbled and cursed and both men laughed as they struggled to get untangled from a growing mess of cording.

Finally Miguel was pressed full length against Tony and there was no untangling their arms and legs that bound each of them like living rope. Tony's hands on Miguel's body found the bruised ribs. Miguel twitched away only to groan and ease back closer into the touch, unable to resist the pleasure the gentle, painful hands brought with them.

He watched as Tony threw back his head and moaned, his hips jerking as Miguel moved his finger inside of him. He watched as the lips parted and the eyes almost closed. The look in Tony's eyes was what he needed to see, that and to hear his voice. Miguel leaned close and asked, "Do you want it, Tony?"

Tony dropped his arms from their grip on Miguel's shoulders and placed them over his head as he nodded and formed the words, "Fuck me, fuck me." And then he buried his hands in the wealth of curls on Miguel's head and cried out as Miguel's finger rubbed against the spot that made words impossible.

Miguel watched the face beneath his closely as he entered him. The play of emotion across it was something he had never seen before and he was hungry for it. It gave him all he needed to know to move his body against Tony's and into it, to give him pleasure until they were both blind with it and he could no longer see anything except the desperate need to come. The body beneath his was no longer separate, but part of his own intense release and he pumped into it until there was nothing left of himself.

Afterwards as they lay quiet on the bed, Tony asked, "What's going to happen now, Miguel?"

Miguel sighed and buried his face in the side of Tony's neck and mumbled, "Whatever you want to happen, baby." Raising himself on an elbow he looked into Tony's face. "You know we can't stay here."

Miguel loved the way Tony's eyes searched his face. "We?"

Miguel grinned. "Am I going to have to tie you up again before I leave?" Miguel's face turned serious as he continued. "Come with me."

"What are you planning?" Tony asked as his fingers traveled over Miguel's stomach.

Miguel captured the hand and took it lower, watching Tony's eyes as he did. "I'm planning to take a mark away from someone. Someone who's not going to be Number One for much longer."

Tony jerked his hand away and leaned forward, rested his elbows on his raised knees and buried his face in his hands. He groaned. "I don't want to know."

Miguel brushed Tony's soft hair aside with his fingers and kissed the back of his neck. "But you asked me. It's what I do. Come with me and save my soul. That's what you do, isn't it?"

Tony shook his head. "Bodies, not souls, and I've not been very good at that lately thanks to you."

Miguel's lips moved up to his ear. "Well, then, come with me and keep an eye on my body. I promise to do the same for you."

Tony moved his head till his lips were touching Miguel's. "You're crazy."

Miguel wrapped his arms around Tony, dragging him flat onto the bed next to him. He laughed as he said, "Aren't crazy people your specialty?"

Tony pulled Miguel's head close and kissed him till their lips were bleeding again. When he released him he looked into Miguel's eyes as he said quietly in the voice that Miguel loved. "Did I say thank you?"

Miguel shook his head.

Tony grinned. "Then I will."