Magnus Jordan yelped as he found himself being penetrated deeper and deeper Roger's penis filled him completely as the glowing sword within him returned, giving his prostate the attention that threatened to rob him of his senses. And he would have screamed if Roger San Pedro hadn't stuffed his slender fingers into his mouth, carefully stifling every sound. Jordan wrapped his lips around them, sucking on them, taking them in deep the way his throbbing orifice took Roger's cock in, sucking in, couldn't feel it pushing far enough inside. His tongue played around the sensitive nerves in the older man's fingertips, increasing his excitement immeasurably until Roger finally lost control. The carefully considered thrusts gave way to animal lust that made Roger lose all self-control. He withdrew his fingers from Jordan's wet mouth with a gasp, dug both hands into the man's sides, held his pelvis immobile, and began thrusting wildly and forcefully. He gained speed and drove his member, whic

For a moment he couldn't find his way, the exhaustion had been too great, and the short dream had been too intense. Magnus Jordan couldn't bring himself to open his eyes."Carlos, dammit, why do you always have to try that stuff on the men!"Alfredo del Valle cursed under his breath while trying to Magnus Jordan awake. He loved and adored his brother with all his heart, but sometimes Carlos tended to take it too far. They'd agreed that there was still more to come from Jordan, so why take such a foolish risk with him?Black eyes looked at him seriously! "Wake up! The fun is over!”"Magnus, Jorge..Jordan!"Magnus Jordan whispered, blinking. The familiar features began to blur. Jordan straightened, trying to reach his friend, but the eyes lost their shape and shifted. Jordan flinched, it was Carlos's sneering eyes staring at him, wasn't it? Alfredo had roughly grabbed his shoulders and was shaking him."Just be careful with Carlos' stuff, one day he'll send you on the last trip!"Alfred

And now everything was different anyway. Jordan wasn't the man he had been in Metro Manila not so long ago. He had become scum, a hopeless junkie, the footman and henchman of one of the most dangerous men in the world. And the worst part was that it didn't mean anything to him anymore. What he did, who he helped, who he portrayed, he had become indifferent. Jordan stared at the closed curtains, letting the silence and the dull heat wash over him, and almost wished he was able to let the tears building up deep inside him flow freely. They had been stuck in this godforsaken shack for three days now. During the day the sun beat down on the shabby roof, heating the air beneath until it seemed to glow, while at night the cold of the desert crept through the cracks and crevices, making it impossible to get any sleep. Jordan was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, staring listlessly into nowhere. The teenager with him, his companion who had been pacing restlessly for hours, was

Biting his lower lip, Magnus Jordan wrapped his legs around his friend and met the thrusts as if he could become one with the other if he took him deep enough. His eyes clenched, and his mouth opened in a silent scream as Jorge thrust faster and harder, throwing his head back and the world lit up with fireworks of exploding stars. Jorge's gasps filled the room as he slumped over Magnus Jordan, lowering his head to the slight man's shoulder, who was clutching his dark curls. "I missed you." The words escaped him before he could stop them, wandering through darkness and emptiness, merging with the monotonous dripping of the rain until they faded away. Magnus Jordan turned his head side, staring blindly at the rough wall. "I know." Magnus Jordan stiffened in his sleep, frozen, his breath caught. Jorge, propped up on one elbow and gazing at the streak of moonlight bathing his lover in a silver glow, held his breath, only letting it flow calmly as the flat chest began to heave regularly a

Magnus Jordan trembled, his mouth opening and closing in a soundless attempt to stop the inevitable, the dreaded, and yet the most longed-for. Carlos licked his dry lips as he watched Jordan kick off his shoes, stepping out of the jeans that had been wrapped around his legs in a ball of cloth anyway. "Leave... I'll do that!" From his jeans, Carlos drew a gleaming knife, the blade gleaming in the light of a sunbeam that through a crack in the roof. With an animal sound, he tore open Magnus Jordan's shirt, exposing the bare skin, the rapidly rising and falling chest with the accelerated breathing. Grinning, he slid the flat blade along a delicate spot where the carotid artery was throbbing excitedly, slowly moving it lower, circling the erecting nipples. Magnus Jordan suppressed a tremor, trying not to flinch. He felt the tip of the knife, knew how close Carlos was piercing his skin knew he wouldn't hesitate to do it if he felt like it. And yet he didn't move. Carlos leaned closer