Baked

by Sean Michael

  Bake chuckled and looked over to his other boy with a warm smile. "It's almost perfect -- and what's missing is here now."

  "I brought food -- quiche and tomato bisque." Dare looked tired, but happy to be home.

  "I'm going to get fat." Bake made himself sit up and held out his arms for Dare.

  "You work hard." Dare stepped forward, then stopped. "I stink from work."

  "Then come to bed and we'll make you stink of us."

  Dare smiled for him, came to him. "Hey. How's it going?"

  "Better now." And not just because Dare was home -- Dev was clearly feeling much better for an hour or two away from the florist's.

  He placed a hard kiss on Dare's lips, knowing his spicy boy preferred it. Dare opened easily, lips parting eagerly for him. This kiss was harder than the ones he shared with Dev, and he could taste the difference in his spicy boy's mouth. Everything about his boys was different, except that they loved him, wanted him.

  His hands slid over Dare's skin, finding the smooth skin, the light muscles beneath it. Dare shivered for him, arched into him like a big cat. God, it was sexy, how different they were, despite being twins and looking alike. Dev's hands slid in soft patterns over his back, even as Dare pressed and pushed against his chest.

  Moaning, he held Dare's head in place as he plunged his tongue in deeper. He could feel the need building in Dare, the man's cock filling against him. "Let's get you naked." The words growled out of him, showing his need.

  "You don't want to eat first?" Dare stripped off his top.

  "Good as your food is, it's got nothing on you." Bake started opening Dare's jeans.

  Dare grinned, and that long prick pushed out toward him.

  "Mmm. Needy boy." It was just how he liked them.

  "I can't help it. It's been days."

  Dev chuckled. "Maybe two days."

  "Long enough." Bake could appreciate two days feeling like forever.

  Dare nodded, smiled at him. "You understand."

  "Uh-huh. Feel the same way." He wrapped one hand around Dare's cock, the other cupping the man's balls.

  Dare's eyes rolled. "Sir." Then Dare pushed into his touch. Someone wanted him.

  His cock, so wonderfully sated by Dev's mouth, surged to life again. These two were going to keep him young, busy. Incredibly satisfied. He knew, he'd always known, they were the ones for him.

  He intended to keep them, too. Both of them.

  Permanently.

  Chapter Nineteen

  "Dare?" Devvy's voice was soft, the whisper worried.

  "Yeah, Devvy?" He cracked an eye open, looked over Bake at his twin.

  "I want to give notice at the shop."

  Dare nodded. "Okay, Dev. Okay, we can find you something else." Bake had been good, not charging them rent, and Darius thought the man wanted them to stay. Like, stay-stay.

  "Yeah, but..."

  Oh, lord. Dare tried not to sigh. He knew what Dev wanted. Devin didn't like confrontation, not unless it was with him, of course.

  "When do you have to be there tomorrow?" He could go in now, get the pastries done, hit the florist's, quit, then be back at the restaurant.

  Bake grunted, eyes opening. They both stopped, silent. Bake turned and frowned. "It's late, isn't it? Why're you awake?"

  "It's late." And he wasn't going to worry Bake with all this weirdness.

  "Go back to sleep, love." Good. Dev was with him.

  "You could help me get sleepy again." Bake grinned, waggled his eyebrows.

  Dev snorted, slipped underneath the covers, and tugged him under, too. He went, met Dev's eyes. "Will you do it?"

  He nodded.

  "You could both do it," Bake suggested, legs spreading for them, offering the vulnerable cock and balls to them.

  Dare squeezed Dev's hand. His brother knew what he meant. They'd let Bake come, sleep, and then he'd go take care of all the... nastiness of quitting.

  That Mike dude was weird news.

  Bake's hands slid down, petting his head, Dev's.

  Dev went up, then he went down. They had a plan.

  ***

  Headache. He had a headache. So bad. The room was spinning and the smell of rotting flowers was so gross. Dare tried to open his eyes wide, to focus, but he couldn't. Everything was moving. What the hell...

  "I told you, Devin. I explained. You're a special man, a special boy, and you're not doing yourself any favors by spending all your time away."

  Devin.

  He wasn't Devin.

  Was he?

  Wait.

  "Gonna puke..." Everything was moving.

  "No. No, sweet baby. You're going to go to sleep. You're going to sleep and come home to stay. Finally."

  That fucker was coming at him with a needle, Dare could see it and he tried to hit Mike, but his hands were caught behind his back, his legs cuffed to a... a wheelchair.

  Oh, God. Oh, God.

  "Devvy..."

  "That's right. You're my Devin, and I'm going to keep you."

  The needle pushed into his arm and heat flooded him. But he wasn't Dev. He wasn't. "Darius."

  "No. No, leave your nasty little brother out of it. This is just about you and me. Forever."

  Forever.

  Blackness crept around the outside of his eyes, getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

  Devvy.

  Devvy, run away.

  He's a bad, bad man.

  Chapter Twenty

  Bake parked the truck in the driveway and headed in. He'd forgotten to pack his lunch this morning, so he was back to have it at home. Whistling, he made his way in, coming up short when he saw Dev.

  "Sweet boy? What are you doing home in the middle of the day?"

  Dev looked up at him, cheeks streaked with tears. "Something's wrong with Dare."

  "What? Where is he?" He headed for the bedroom, expecting to find Dare sick in bed.

  "I don't know."

  Devin didn't follow him, but he heard the soft sobs.

  Confirming that the bedroom was in fact empty, he went back to the living room. "Dev?" He wrapped his sweet, weeping boy in his arms.

  "I... I did... He. We. Oh, God..."

  "Okay. Hush now. Take a breath. And then another. Now tell me what happened."

  Devin looked at him, horrified. "I... I..." A printed piece of paper was shoved over at him, dated only about twenty minutes ago.

  "Darius, I have decided to leave town with my new lover. We are very happy. I haven't known how to tell you, but I can't hide it anymore. I will call in a few months. Take care. Devin."

  Bake frowned, a chill going through him. "But you're Devin." He'd always said he could tell them apart, and damn it, this was his sweet boy right in front of him. Besides, the letter made no sense. "What the hell is this?"

  "I got it on our e-mail. From my work account. Dare went in for me today, to quit. He said he'd go into his job super-early, spend about an hour dealing with Mike, then go back to work."

  "Someone's taken him." It was the only thing that made sense. "That man you work for -- creepy Mike." Who else would have access to Dev's work account?

  "Dare didn't go back to work. And no one's at the shop. It's all dark."

  "Do you know where Mike lives?" He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket.

  "No. No. I. I. Dare..." Dev was just frantic.

  He grabbed his sweet boy up and held Dev's face between his hands. "Devin. Stop that. You're not helping him by doing this."

  Those huge eyes were panicked. "Bake. Is he going to hurt Dare?"

  "Of course not." Bake didn't let an ounce of his own worry show in the words. God knew what this freak was going to do with Dare. Especially if he found out that Dare wasn't Devin. "Are you sure you don't know where he lives?"

  "I don't. I need to call Clay."

  "And the cops." Bake hit the autodial for Clay. He'd programmed it in when he'd realized it would likely be the quickest way to reach Bean most evenings.

  It
took a few rings, then. "'Lo?"

  "It's Bake. We need your help."

  "Okay. Where?"

  He closed his eyes, the immediate willingness to come a huge relief. "I don't know. We think Dev's boss at the florist has him. Dev got this weird e-mail from his work account. It was addressed to Dare, saying Dev was leaving with his new lover, that he'd be in touch in a couple months. Only Dev is right here with me." He slid his arm around his sweet boy's shoulders and pulled Dev in against his body.

  "Huh? Who's missing?"

  He took a deep breath. "Sorry. Dare is missing. He went in to work today for Dev -- you know how nobody but me can tell them apart -- and now Dare's gone, the shop is closed up tight, and there's this weird e-mail that's supposed to be from Dev." He needed to call the cops next.

  "Dude, that's weird. You call the cops. I'll grab Bean and we'll be there in ten minutes. You tell Devin his brother said to keep his shit together and do NOT call Mom."

  He nodded. Yeah, that sounded good. "I'm on it."

  He hit the off button and turned to give Dev a tight hug. "Clay said you had to keep your shit together and you are not to call your mother, 'kay? I'm going to call the cops and we're going to get him back, I promise you."

  "But... the family needs to know."

  Right, because what they needed was a half million panicked family members. "No. Clay's right. We can talk to your mother when we have something to tell her."

  He gave Dev a stern look, then pulled the sweet boy in close again as he dialed 911.

  He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd only just gotten Dev and Dare -- there was no way he was letting anyone take either of his boys away. No way at all.

  ***

  Devvy looked at the piece of paper, folded it, folded it again. He'd sent his brother into hell. What had he done? Dare was going to hate him. Hate him.

  "Devin, I swear to God, if you don't fucking buck up and get your shit together, I'm going to feed you to Mother." Clay's voice made him look up, blink.

  "Fuck you, asshole."

  Clay nodded. "Prob'ly. So, where the fuck is Dare?"

  "I don't know. I... I asked him to go in for me today, to quit. He never liked Mike anyway, so he wouldn't be hurting anyone's feelings or anything. He said he would, no problem. Then I got the stupid e-mail."

  "Mike thinking Dev was quitting made him do something to him." Bake's arm came around his shoulders and squeezed.

  "This that Mike bastard that Dare hated so much?"

  Dev nodded. "He didn't trust him."

  Clay sighed. "You should listen to him sometimes. He's wicked sensitive about people. So, let's go get Dare."

  "Where?" Bake asked. "The cops won't help until he's been gone for twenty-four hours. They think the e-mail was a prank."

  "Well, the dude signed your paychecks, right?"

  Dev blinked. Sometimes he forgot that Clay was smart.

  Bake nudged him. "You got any of those here?"

  "Yeah. Yeah, my last one. Just a sec."

  He ran into the bedroom, nodding at Bake's brother on the way. He did have it, and Clay was right. Panicking was doing no one any good.

  Bake followed him in and stopped him a moment, arms wrapping around him. "We're going to get our spicy boy back."

  "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry; it should have been me."

  "Hush now. It shouldn't have been either of you." Bake kissed him, stealing his breath and pushing away all his thoughts for a moment.

  "I didn't fucking want to make Mike feel bad about me leaving. I was being a coward, and now Dare's paying. It sucks, Bake. What if... What if Mike kills him? Rapes him? Hurts him?"

  "Hush. Don't think like that. We're going to find him and he's going to be just fine, okay? Now come on. Find that paycheck."

  "Bake? I called Marcus, and they've got a private detective in the group -- Frank something. He's going to run this Mike's information with some police friends."

  Clay appeared in the bedroom door, holding a phone. "You have that stub?"

  "Stop pressuring me!" Dev closed his eyes, the panic huge. "He's hurting Dare. I know it." He felt it.

  Bake's hand wrapped around his wrist and squeezed tight. "Focus, sweet boy. Focus here on me, on what you can do to help Dare."

  "It's in the drawer where you let us put our underwear!" They were still mostly in suitcases, but Bake had emptied a few drawers for them. He ran to grab the check. "Mike Mattheson."

  "Mike Mattheson. Got it." Clay walked off, jabbering away.

  "I'll do an Internet search, see what I find." That was Bean, nodding at them and heading into the room that they'd never even been in.

  "Good man, thanks, bro." Bake grabbed a gym bag and tossed some of Dare's underwear into it. "Okay. Let's get a bag together of things he might need."

  "Need? Where?" He grabbed Dare's iPod. Dare loved music.

  "When we find him. Clean clothes, right? The iPod is good. How about a snack?"

  "I'll make some peanut butter on crackers. He says it's plebeian, but his favorite." He stopped, took a deep breath. "When we find Mike, I'm going to kill him for hurting my brother."

  "No, I'll kill him."

  Bean looked into the room. "Nobody's killing anyone. We'll send the motherfucker to jail and let him play hide the soap."

  "Actually, I'm the big brother. I get to decide. I have an address, and Frank and Marcus are meeting us there in ten. Let's go."

  "I'm taking my truck and Dev." Bake put a possessive arm around him, grabbing the bag and heading them out.

  "Bean, you want to stay here, babe? It might get ugly." That was Clay, looking at Bean like the man was the center of the earth. It was adorable.

  "Nuh-uh. I'm coming with you."

  "Okay, come on, move that pretty ass."

  Bean gave Bake a look and then followed along after Clay.

  Dev shook his head. Those two were in love. He'd be happy for them as soon as they got Dare back.

  "You move your pretty ass, too, sweet boy. We need to go get our lover." Bake held him close, leading him to the truck.

  "Hurry. Hurry, I need to see him."

  Bake made sure he was buckled in and then they had to wait for Clay and Bean to pull out before they could follow. "He'll be all right, Dev."

  He didn't know about that; he didn't know about that at all.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  By the time they got to Mike the kidnapping asshole's place, Bake was ready to go flying in and tear the man to pieces. Or, better yet, he was going to pull off Mike's package, barbeque it over the grill, and feed it to the man.

  He liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

  Maybe Dare could fricassee it or do something equally fancy. Rocky Mountain Oysters à la Mike. Yeah.

  He pulled in across from the address, Frank, the private detective, and Marcus, a friend and long-time member of the club were already there, damn it. He had a feeling those two were going to nix his little picnic idea.

  The house was on the outskirts of town, the yard overgrown and full of trash. Seemed weird for a florist, really. The house was on the ramshackle side, two story and some vague color that might have been blue once. Jesus.

  Frank walked up, face serious. "I heard screaming. I've called the cops. I'm going in. Y'all stay out here."

  "Screaming?" He undid his seatbelt and surged out of the truck. "I'm coming with you."

  Frank didn't answer. The man ran for the door, banging hard. "Mike Mattheson! Open the door!"

  The only answer was a long, gasping scream.

  "Out of the way!" growled Bake, running at the door to break it down.

  Frank didn't get out of the way, though. They hit the door together, with Clay and Marcus on their heels. The fucking thing gave under the weight of the four of them, and he and Frank went stumbling in.

  The house was fucking creepy -- there had to be thousands of pictures of his twins. Some of Dev, some of Dare, scattered everywhere.

  The scream came again, and Fra
nk headed for the stairs, a gun appearing out of nowhere in the man's hand.