A Captivating Coupling Chapter 17 Pieces Falling Into Place AN: Yes, can you believe it! I am back finally with a new chapter. As some of you know I dealt with a very rough time the month of June and it really threw me off of writing. I want to thank all of you who gave their sincere hugs and hopes for things in my life to get better and I am thankful to say that they are getting better. This chapter is for Alicia, aka Saturn. She’s coached me through so much lately and has been so amazing. Gage, Colin and Helen thank you as well. Love you all, Rory Craig sat at the dining table across from Cynthia. They'd been going through stacks of documents and journals for over three hours and up to this point hadn't found anything that might give a clue as to the names of who Brian's roommate and the other man were. He closed one old notebook and set it aside and reached for another in the huge stack that they'd dug out of a box from Brian's storage area that had been labeled University. He opened the black spiral book and started to flip through and scan the first few pages. "Find anything?" He looked up and shook his head at Cynthia's question and started going through the pages again. Cynthia had written down a list of the names of people that made up Brian's family, friends and business acquaintances she knew weren't involved, so that if Craig happened to see one of their names he wouldn't waste time in the search. He turned the page and noticed the next entry was in a heavy scrawl, much different than the other writings. Instead of spelling out the date like the others it was numbered and you could tell that Brian had written it quickly before jotting down his entry. He started to read: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck have I done? What is wrong with me? Who have I become in the last 24 hours? I'll tell you who I became. A fucking paid whore and a monster! Why couldn't they just leave me alone? Why did I agree to this? All these fucking questions and what is the answer? Was it worth it? Fuck! I never wanted to fuck him but he just wouldn't let it go, and then he fucking threatened me! What was I supposed to do huh, just throw my last year of University down the drain and get expelled because that little fucker thought he could actually win the bet and ME! Why didn't I just keep my mouth fucking shut? "You think you can get anyone you want Kinney." The fucker said and there was his little fucking tag-a-long sitting beside him looking between us both, hating me and loving me for not giving him what he wanted. "I can." I replied smugly. "It's you who thinks that with Daddy's money you can pay off all your fucking Professors to get what you want." I really tried to get up from the bar and walk away but the fucker grabbed my arm and I had no choice but to turn around and face him. "Well, that may be true, but I don't go back on my word. Don't think I haven't heard about all the little promises you make to your conquests to get them into bed only to fuck them over." He sneered at me. "That's a fucking lie!" I leaned into his ear. "What's your problem? You can't stand that that hasn't happened to you yet?" He released my arm then and took a drink of his beer, his coal black eyes never left mine and I fucking hated that he was making me feel like I had to prove something to him of all people! What pissed me off more was that I knew the kind of person he was and tried to get my room changed when they put me with him this semester, but they told me I didn't have a valid reason for changing. He swallowed his drink and let out a sigh. "You know damn well that isn't what I want from you Brian, and if you lose you'll see what it is I do want from you." "I'm not taking your fucking bet." I told him this, but honestly I could feel myself start to bend, if I didn't take his stupid fucking bet he'd pay off my fucking teachers and get them to fail me, with only a month worth of school left I couldn't fucking let that happen. There was no way that financial aid would cover a second senior term or that my soccer scholarship would last for another year. "How about if I up the ante'?" He said looking all too sure and full of himself. "No, don't.." His side kick put his hand on his shoulder but he brushed it off. "Shut the fuck up and stay the fuck out of this. I thought you were on my side, aren't you my best friend Shorty?" Craig stopped reading for a moment seeing that name, however he was pretty sure that the asshole was just using it as a nickname for the short man he'd seen at the bar. Of course 'Shorty' just nodded his head and shut his mouth, his fat cheeks blushed at the name I always found disgusting and demeaning. "If you win Brian, not only will I leave you alone and your professors but I'll give you a million dollars for an investment on writing and publishing your book." He was fucking crazy! "Now, remember the alternative." He said smiling with his large crooked teeth. "If you loose I'll even give you the benefit of not conspiring against you with your Professors, I'll just keep my prize all to myself." I'd had it! The piece of shit was going to ruin my life if I didn’t' at least try and agree to the bet. I didn't think it'd be very hard anyway, there are few people who can resist my advances, I hadn't actually met anyone up until that point anyhow. The worst that could happen if I took the stupid bet would be to loose and have to fuck him right? Yeah well I was completely wrong. But what fucking choice did I have in this? I didn't have one. "Okay, I'll do it." I watched as a pair of coal eyes shone with sinister relief and the gray ones opened up wide in shock. Yeah, I couldn't believe I'd said yes either. They led me to a table in the middle of bar, there were students everywhere, some getting drunk with friends and others with head-sets on studying along side beer and pizza. "Pick him." I said eyeing up all the patrons, pretty certain that I could probably get any of them in bed. "It's not that simple Brian." I popped my head towards him. "What the fuck? Just pick him, her whatever the fuck. I don't have all night!" I growled. He laughed. "You have to bring them back to our room and leave your door open so that me and Shorty here can actually see for ourselves that your going at it." I didn't like the idea, but whatever, I just wanted this over with. "Fine." I agreed. I waited, starting to feel confident. I felt like a weight would finally be lifted off of my shoulders, for the first time since January when my old roommate Kyle dropped out and they moved him in with me. At first I was nice to him, I'm not a total asshole. But then I noticed what a prick he was to all of his friends, who of course only was around him because of his money. I never understood why he just didn't pay for an apartment somewhere. It took me about two seconds to realize his side-kick was HOPELESSLY in love with him, which I will never understand. I didn't mind having a beer with them every now and again, but mostly I just tried to ignore him and act like he didn't exist, because frankly I thought he was an asshole and I could tell he was lusting after me and probably in love with me. I don't even think I've mentioned him in here before, but that's because I knew he was a slimy little shit and worried that if he found his name mentioned once he might think that it meant I was lusting after him too. "Him." His voice was smug. I took a long swallow of my drink and looked to where his hand was pointing. "There's no fucking way." I laughed. "That guy doesn't have an ounce of queer in him." He laughed too. "I thought you could have whoever you wanted." I took another look at the man he'd chosen. It was a dirty blonde man, older than most of the college crowd but still pretty good looking. He wasn't fat or repulsive or anything, but something about him told me that he was a family man, and I honestly wasn't sure if I could do it. "So? Are you forfeiting or taking the bet?" I looked over at the bastard and nodded my head before looking back towards the man who sat in the corner booth surrounded by books and papers. I noticed his beer was almost empty. I stood up and held out my hand, towering over my roommate who grasped my hand and shook it with his sweaty palm. I grabbed two beers at the bar and slowly walked down to the corner, taking a deep breath and putting on my game face, I slid in on the side of him, managing not to spill the drafts all over his papers. He looked up in surprise. I noticed that he actually had nice blue eyes under his wire-rimmed glasses. "That seats taken...uhm...well actually it's just me, but I'm busy here." He stammered. It was actually a little endearing so I smiled and leaned back getting more comfortable. "I figured it was just you. I saw that your beer was empty and thought I'd buy you another." He looked at me, the full beer and the empty beer a few times before raising his head to look at me again. "Uhm, thank you, but I'm very busy here, and I'm not gay." His pale cheeks actually blushed a little as his hand holding a pen pointed to the silver band around his ring finger. "I figured." I said again taking a long drink from my beer and then picking up his empty one from its' place and putting the full one there. "I really wouldn't feel right excepting your drink." He picked it up and took a sip of it anyway. "So you're married?" I asked, thinking maybe if I could make him stop the jitters of nervousness and talk he might at the very least hear me out. "Yes, for almost 13 years and we have a six year old little boy." He said it so proudly. "You're not a Professor here are you? You seem to be studying to hard for that." I joked, glad he wasn't still telling me to leave him alone. He gave a small laugh and shook his head. "No, I'm not. I've been working for an investment company for seven years and this year they decided to do an over haul of the staff." He picked up the beer again and this time drank a few chugs before setting it back down and wiping at his mouth with a napkin. "In other words they're laying off a bunch of their dedicated employees and need an excuse." I remembered when my father's job had done the same thing. "Yeah, well I was informed by my boss that I was the most qualified and the best worker he had there, but that I lacked some business skills for a job he'd like to promote me to. So I've been taking those classes, I go up for review after the summer courses end." His eyes suddenly got a far-way look in them. "But that means they were going to cut my hours to attend Pitt, but instead I told them I'd take the afternoon, night and weekend classes and get to work earlier." "You sound really dedicated, but that doesn't give you much time with your family does it?" I was even happier knowing that maybe I would be doing a good thing in the end, helping myself and a family. "No, I hardly see my son anymore at all. He attends a special school where he's only home on the weekends and as you can see I'm usually here studying, it's been a real strain on us as a family. My little boy and my wife are my life, but if I don't do this I may loose my job and then my son won't get to attend the school he goes to and we'd loose our house and everything else." He grabbed the brew and drank it until it was gone. I signaled a waitress for another round and checked back to see my devious roommate and his side kick staring at us. "I have a problem like yours too." I said giving the waitress her money and a tip and taking a long drink. "I thought you were gay? I mean... I just..." He stammered and I laughed. "I am." I took another gulp and then started telling him everything about the bet, every last detail up until the point of when he was chosen as my 'mark', and I told him what my psycho of a roommate would do to me if I didn't take it, and what he would do if I lost. In the end he was speechless and we'd both drank our beers. "I can't believe someone would do something like that!" He said finally. "And he says he loves you?" "Yeah, so that's why I took the bet." I said rubbing my hands over my eyes. "What other choice did I have?" "But who did he choose." The words were barely out of his mouth before his mouth gaped back open and he shook his head. "No, no, no, I can't do this. I'm sorry I know it's terrible what's happening to you but I can't help you." "Not even if I help you?" I asked leaning forward desperately, hoping to hell he'd keep his voice down and those who watched would think this was some kind of intimate scene going on. He leaned in closer to. "How can you help me?" He asked. "I know you just met me an hour ago but do you think you could trust me? Do you think I look like a conniving prick like that bastard at the big round table?" I stopped him before he looked by turning his face to mine. "They're watching, they can't know I told you. Do you trust me?" I asked him again, and the reality of the situation was suddenly bearing down on me and my heart was hammering in my chest and my voice was shaky. His blue eyes got clearer as he looked into me. "You seem like a good person yes, and I do think I could trust you." He said finally to my relief. "If you do this with me, after he writes me the check and it goes through, give me a month or two, until the end of the school year, so nothing looks too suspicious and I'll give you half." "What?" He whispered. "You won't have to worry about having the skills to get promoted, you can probably start your own company with the money and then you can get back to being with your wife and kid." "But how do you know that he will for sure give you the money?" He asked me, actually interested and I was so fucking glad at the time. "He's a compulsive better, it seems that was one of the things he and I do have in common, and it seems it's finally caught up with me." I leaned back and so did he. "He lost his car in a bet to a one of my friends and had no problem giving it up. He gave me his word and his handshake and even though he's a fucking prick, he doesn't go back on his word." "But what about my wife? How will I tell her? She'll know when our account suddenly has an extra half a million sitting in it." He put his fingers around his wedding band and started to twirl it nervously around his finger. I could feel them starting at us, their eyes on the back of my head. I reached across and put my hands over his, amidst the books. "You never tell her the truth. Tell her you got in touch with an old friend from college who wanted to silently invest in you and your family's future, your business." "Oh, god, I can't believe I'm considering this." He whispered dealing with his internal struggle. "One night, that's all? We never have to meet again." "I'll have to write you a check for your money so we'll have to meet up again, I was thinking the night of my graduation you could come by." Brian said. "You're actually going to live with the guy after this?" He asked me in disbelief. "No, you're probably right, I've actually been looking at this loft for rent in this old warehouse building on the corner of Tremont and Fuller, my names Brian Kinney by the way, and it should be on the name plate by then. If it isn't I'll be outside waiting for you at six pm." And I'm fucking dreading that date now! "Okay, but I have one more thing to ask?" He was really nervous now and I thought he was going to ask me if I was crazy and tell me to get the fuck out of the booth. But he didn't. No, he didn't, but maybe he should have. "You do realize that I'm not gay, I mean, if your wanting it to be real if they're watching, there is no way that I'd be the one receiving." He said quietly. "No straight man could get hard from being fucked by another man. And I assure you I'm completely straight." I froze for a second and then nodded my head. "But I'll still be a man." I kicked myself for saying that. "I know, but I could just close my eyes and think that it was my wife, sometimes she enjoys it like that." He blushed and turned his head down. "You have to want me." I told him. "Do you think you could pretend like you do?" Craig scrunched up his face. "It's for a new life for me and my family, I can do anything." "Ok. Put your stuff in your bag and drive us to my apartment. And remember, when you leave you have to sort of beg to see me again alright?" He nodded his head in affirmation. Craig stopped reading for a minute and took a deep breath, he could feel the beads of sweat dripping down his neck. This was really fucking painful, but he'd get through it. He glanced over at Cynthia and saw she was still going though her own things and hadn't noticed that he'd been reading certain pages for so long. It was so weird hearing about that fateful day through Brian's words. Even though the man was angry he'd managed to include all the details, things Craig hadn't really remembered until he read them. He could see why it was that Brian was a best-selling author, the man had the gift to transport you into what he wrote and he'd only been writing a rough draft in a journal. Craig also thought it was odd reading the way Brian described him, in all the years since, he'd always thought Brian had been repulsed by him and was sort of glad that he hadn't, not really sure why he cared. He supposed it was because when Craig remembered taking Brian's virginity, he also remembered that the man had never gotten fully hard or came. He'd squeezed his hazel eyes shut through-out most of it, as he had, and Craig droned out Brian's fake moans with some of his own, only managing to cum because it had been months since he and his wife had made love. He looked back at the pages and knew he had to continue reading and looking for a name. Everything went as planned I guess at first. I could see the voyeurs looking in, thankful they were late and missed my cries of pain when he entered me for the first time. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as he drove into me, his own eyes had closed and I forced myself into another place where none of it happened. I don't remember it now. I didn't even realize he'd cum until he was roughly pulling out, not realizing I'm sure the pain that made me feel. He stripped the condom and threw it to my carpet floor, never opening his eyes. I looked down and I could see the fucker was torn to threads! FUCK!!!!! I got up and started handing him his clothes and his eyes opened in surprise. "That was great." I told him like we rehearsed in the car, trying no to freak out. "Can I have your number? That was such a good fuck, if I can get away from the wife I'd love to have another one?" He was dressing but I remained clothed and started to walk him to my door, as predicted Peter and Shorty were sitting on the couch watching a muted television and faked shock at seeing us. "I don't have a phone." I answered him. "My names Matt, what was yours?" He asked as I opened the door to the hall. "Doesn't matter, I only do people once sorry." I said, not really sure if that even was his name and closed the door on him. "There!" I said, my anger building up inside of me. "I probably just ruined his family's life are you happy now Peter?" I screamed, stark naked coming closer to him. "Ok," He actually sounded a little scared. "Hank," He looked over to his friend. "Go find my dad's latest promissory note to me so I can sign it over to Brian, it should be in my desk drawer. The anger wouldn't stop inside me but I waited until Hank left cautiously into his room to find the check. I tore at his clothes and he let me until his flabby ass was turned over. I searched for a condom and slid into him with only spit on my dick as preparation as I fucked him. "Now you get what you want to." I growled at him, taking out my anger on his loose ass. "This is what you wanted Peter right? Peter Marshall gets everything he wants doesn't he?" "Oh, yes fuck me Brian." He yelled, and I did quickly, not giving a shit if he came. My dick was still inside him when he looked up from the couch and saw Hank standing there with tears in his eyes and motioned him over to us, I think Hank thought he'd be joining until Peter said. "You got a pen?" I stayed draped over him, my dick still angry and hard in his ass as he signed the note over to me. I took the note trying to ignore the hurt expression on Hank's face as I pulled out of Peter and stood up. I went to my room and started throwing everything I owned into my duffle bags. I came out a few hours later, Peter was still naked on the couch and he was now fucking Hank just as roughly as I fucked him, but Hank wasn't enjoying it as much it seemed. He saw my luggage and asked where I was going and then I told Peter. I let him know exactly what I thought of him and the son of a bitch actually cried when I grabbed my things and left the dorm rooms for the last time. I could hear Peter crying like a baby as I walked down the hall lugging my three suitcases of stuff behind me. I almost felt sorry for him, almost... but he had Hank, the ever present side-kick comforting him. It was almost morning by the time I got into my piece of shit car and drove down to the river. And here I am, watching the sunrise create a new morning, pissed off at the world and myself still, and scared shitless about something Matt and I may have created. In a couple... Craig stopped reading and felt himself start to hyperventilate. He couldn't think of what that last sentence implied. He couldn't tell everyone about it, he had to tell Cynthia though, that he found the name! He was getting ready to tell her when she stood up holding a photocopy and shaking it. "Peter Marshall!" She screamed. "Peter fucking Marshall the second, signed over this promissory note for one million dollars to Brian Kinney! Holy shit! Holy Shit!" She yelled. "We have him!" Craig shut the notebook and placed it in the piles of read material and went to her, trying to calm down and not think about what he'd just read. "Oh, thank God!" Craig said. "I think I kind of remember his name now that you said it, maybe Brian did mention it to me, and I think the guy's friend's name was Harry or Hank or something now that I think about it!" "God, we have got to go down to the station and show this to Carl!" Cynthia said happy as she started grabbing the files and cleaning them up. When her back was turned Craig grabbed the notebook, wanting to learn more, to confirm his thoughts and rolled it up, tucking it in the waist of his trousers. "I'll meet you at the station, I've got to call my wife and update her." He told her quickly leaving the loft and getting into his car. He sat in his car for a minute freaking out. It was mine. It was mine. It was mine. I was mine. It was mine. He thought thinking back to the day, a month after he'd seen Brian last. Jen had taken Justin to the hospital because the boy had a minor accident and needed stitches in his forehead. He was meeting them there and was let into the ER rooms. As he walked by he heard the sound of a man moaning. It was familiar and he stopped looking though into the curtained room it was coming from and could make out Brian sitting up on the bed red-faced and panting, his legs spread as a doctor probed at him. "The fetus just wasn't strong enough to make it. I'm so sorry Brian, do you want me to call the other father for you?" The female asked. "No, I don't know who the other father is." He gritted out. "I'll call some one later, just finish this please." He groaned in pain and collapsed backwards. Craig shuttered, knowing that he'd seen Brian since they'd slept together and he was sure the man would have told him if he was pregnant with his child, and he did hear Brian say he didn't know who the father was, he'd given him his given name when he wrote the check, Matt C. Taylor and told him it the night they had sex, so it couldn't be his. Or so he had thought. He started the car and headed towards the police station. ACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCA Brian was laying on his side, his head was near the foot of the bed while Justin was near the head board. Their differences in height made up for the fact that they both had extremely large stomachs that got in the way, preventing them from any other sexual position so that they could both orgasm from one another's attention. Justin sucked only the tip of Brian's dick, they'd been perfecting this routine for the last three weeks, the time that the books said that it would be risky for Justin to be penetrated, the release of sperm and the contractions and shifts of muscle in his anus could cause pre-term labor. He still had, what they figured was about two or three weeks at this point and as much as he wanted to see his baby he knew that it was best to keep the child in-utero for as long as possible. Justin also had grown extremely uncomfortable in his own skin and he really couldn't imagine having a part of Brian's body inside him adding to the feeling. So, Brian and Justin had resulted in the ninety-nine position laying on their sides and sucking one another. Brian had shown Justin so many different things to do while sucking a cock in the last month and Justin kept getting better and better at it. Not that the older-man didn't appreciate his inborn skills, they were fantastic, but teaching new things while he actively learned, placing kisses on certain areas, sucking on the shaft or head in just the right way, digging his tongue into and over the pissslit in a quick motion, it was definitely the best teaching session he'd ever had. Justin moved his mouth in the same succession as Brian's was moving on his dick, taking the whole shaft down into his throat now and swallowing repeatedly. He closed his eyes, trying his hardest to focus on his task but it was nearly impossible when his own hard, oh so fucking hard cock was being given the same attention. Brian hummed around the cock lodged in his throat. He knew he was going to cum any second and knew Justin would be mad if he didn't pull his cock out of his throat and rest it on his tongue or even his face while he shot, so right before he felt he couldn't hold off the orgasm any longer, he pulled his own mouth off of Justin's dick and starting tonguing the slit. He was happily rewarded with Justin doing the same to his and when he did he lost it, his whole body started to shake and he murmured his delight around the head of Justin's cock. Justin suckled at Brian's dick and was more than a little surprised when the man came first, that usually didn't happen when they were giving one another blow jobs, but Justin was glad that it did! The taste of Brian's seed exploding over his tongue and saturating the inside of his mouth made his erupting orgasm so much better. He felt like he was going to fly apart and had to pull off of Brian's cock the second he'd sucked him dry, coherent enough to do so before he bit the man's dick which he knew wouldn't be pretty. Brian enjoyed the last drops of cum from his lover and then maneuvered himself so that he was lying face to face with Justin, both of them still coming down from their climax. His body was all tingly and he hesitated to touch Justin, he didn't want to over-stimulate the blonde more than he apparently was. Brian couldn't help but smirk at the thought but then kicked himself, because after all, it was he who'd let go first. The boy's blue eyes were still squeezed shut and he was still shaking a bit, but Brian had gotten into the habit of running his fingers through the sweaty blond locks of hair and over his back and he really, really wanted to lick some of his errant cum from Justin's cheek and nose and swollen pink lips. So he leaned in and did so, making Justin open his eyes wide, but glazed, giving him a thankful look that made him smile. His tongue collected the stray spunk and then he teased open Justin's cummy lips, making the boy elicit a sigh as he opened them. They both stared into each other’s eyes as their tongues met and they started to pass the cum between them until there was none left and they were kissing passionately, but softly. Brian pulled back and reached down the bed, he gathered the blanket up and covered them both as he still held the azure gaze with his own. Justin smiled softly and inched his hand over to rest on Brian's stomach. "I felt the baby move inside you, I wanted to tell you but my mouth was full." He laughed a little and then smiled a smile so wide Brian couldn't help but return one of his own. Brian brought Justin as close to him as he could and started playing with the boys hair. "I've been waiting for you to feel it, it seems like you are sleeping or in the shower every time it kicks me in there." He said softly. "I love you Brian." Justin said kissing Brian's lips. "I'm really tired." Brian smirked. "I know, get some sleep okay? You wore me out too!" He confessed. Brian smoothed his hand down Justin's cheek, along his long neck and down his back where he started rubbing soothing circles. "Mmmkay" Brian rubbed Justin's back for a while, long after Justin fell asleep. It was calming for him too. The little rascal inside of him seemed to be tumbling around and around and he knew it'd be a while before he could fall asleep. ACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCACCA "I'm so fucking tired Peter! This is more work than I ever thought it would be." Hank sat down next to Peter on the leather couch in their living room. "You have everything you want don't you?" Peter reached over and rubbed Hank's stomach. "Stop that!" Hank said angrily sliding away from his husband. "You know we could always reverse it." Peter said smiling devilishly. "You don't have to be a father." Hank got up from the couch and glared at the man he loved? He was beginning to realize he'd made far, far too many mistakes in his life and they were all because of Peter. "How can you say that about our child?" He felt tears prickling at the back of his eyes. Peter stood up and went over to the liquor cart and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "The baby is something you wanted Hank, not me." He told him emotionlessly downing the brown liquid in his glass before looking up at his husband. "You know damn well I never wanted to be a Father, that was your part of our plan not mine!" Hank felt his whole body tremble, his breath was coming in short pants and he felt like he was going to pass out. "You know...you...wanted our little girl." He sobbed out. Peter stalked over towards him and brought him into a quick, crushing embrace. He felt his lover's breath pant out by his ear. "Calm down Shorty." Peter whispered in a reprimanding voice. "You got her replacement." One of Peter's arms released him and pressed in between their bodies and rubbed over Hank's stomach once again. "So what the fuck does it matter what I think about it huh? I don't want to fucking hear you complain about it Hank, you remember what happened the last time don't you?" The words were seethed out between crooked teeth, spitting into the shorter man's ear drums and straight into his soul. Hank's heart stopped beating for a moment at his husband's words. With all the strength he could muster up he pushed away from Peter and looked up at him. He knew the man was ruthless but there were few times that Hank had ever experienced that side of the man he loved. He eyed Peter through a watery gaze and felt a cold chill race up and down his spine when he realized that he saw nothing of the man he loved before him. His eyes widened at this realization and he wanted so badly to retaliate against the stranger, but he could see the darkness, the indifference in the cold eyes looking at him tauntingly and even though Hank wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, even though this realization should've hit him years ago, he knew now with complete certainty that he was never loved by this man. He was a tool in Peter's obsession, and always had been. But what could he do? He couldn't reverse a fucking thing if he wanted to. Peter had politians in one pocket and endless cash in the other. Hank had no choice but to turn away from him and flee the room. Peter's insane laughter on the heels of his heavy footsteps. Tbc Here's the next chapter link of Moments In Captivity But review this chapter first! http://midnight-whispers.com/efic/viewstory.php?sid=5956&i=1