*Wyl*

Wyl couldn't decide if he was elated or depressed. He vacillated between joy and sorrow in the space of a heartbeat. Robbie loved him, and that was perfect. Robbie was trying to arrange for him to get transferred here, and that was fantastic. However, Robbie wouldn't be with him soon. Who knew how long it would take for something to get done? If anything could really be done at all? For now it was back to the ship, back to Hazard and cold and Danica. Wyl felt panic rising in his throat and forced it down.

They reached the docks. Just outside the door, Robbie turned to him and embraced him, drawing him in close. "Don't worry. I'll make this happen."

Wyl's throat was tight, but he managed to say, "I'll be waiting." He lifted his face and they kissed, warmly but far too quickly, and then Robbie pulled away and opened the door.

"It's best if you go in alone, your pilot already has the ship prepped."

"All right," Wyl agreed. He took two steps inside before turning around and throwing himself back at Robbie. He pulled their faces together into a hard, burning kiss, assailing his lover with his lips and tongue and hands until finally Wyl had to pull back for air. Robbie's eyes looked glazed, and his mouth was swollen.

"So you can't forget how much I love you," Wyl breathed in his ear, then let him go, turned and strode off towards the ship, ignoring the painful ache in his groin and the worse one in his heart. It hurt so badly to leave him...but just for a time. A short time. Then Robbie would come after him.

He boarded the Wreck and pulled the pressure door shut. Slowly he walked to the cockpit and sat down, ignoring the look Mike gave him as he strapped himself in. They got clearance to leave, the docking doors opened, and in moments they were drifting out into space. Wyl watched the station get smaller and smaller and tried not to shiver. Back to the cold. Away from the warmth.

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The two men sat in silence for awhile, until Mike had secured their course. Then he put the ship on autopilot and turned to Wyl. "So he's your lover."

"What?"

"The marshal. He's your lover." Mike shook his head. "Danica will have a fit when she finds that out."

A cold sense of dread crept over Wyl. "She doesn't need to know.”

"It's my job to tell her."

"The fuck it is!" Wyl snapped. "She doesn't have to know anything about it because it's none of her business. It has nothing to do with her business. You don't have to tell her."

"Maybe not," Mike agreed, his small, hard eyes boring into Wyl's face. "Not if you make it worth my while."

"What?" The dread was fast being replaced with anger. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

Mike was quiet for a long moment, examining Wyl. "I can see why she wants you," he said at last. "Pretty, for a boy. Delicate. Almost like a woman, but stronger, a little more...firm."

"What are you getting at, Mike?" Wyl asked quietly.

"I want you to suck me off," Mike replied. He swiveled in his chair, facing Wyl fully, one hand stroking the outline of his bulge. "I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick. Get me off, or I tell Danica about your boyfriend."

"No way in hell."

"Think twice," Mike encouraged with a sneer. "Think about what Danni will do to you if she finds out. Hell, I wouldn't want to be responsible for what could happen."

"You don't have to be. Just don't tell her."

Mike shook his head. "Not an option. Either you get down on your knees right now and suck me, or Danica gets the details." He laughed suddenly. "It isn't as if you wouldn't prefer to do it with me anyway."

The anger, which had been faltering under the prospect of facing Danica, flamed into outright rage. Going from making love to Robbie to getting on his knees and satisfying this opportunistic son of a bitch was just too much of a shift. He couldn't do it. He couldn't even contemplate it, no matter what the fallout was. "Fuck you."

Mike sat still for a moment, then shrugged. "Have it your way."