Jack stared at the picture in his hand, unable to get the innocent expression and eyes out of his head and not even bothering to try. This had been more than a case to him from the second he’d laid eyes on the missing young man, Martin Fitzgerald. The son of a powerful businessman, Martin was twenty-nine years old, but had the eyes of a boy who’d never known anything other than the small world to which he’d been limited.

Not spoiled, though, there was too much haunting the gentleness in those eyes. From all household servant accounts, Martin was just as kind and innocent as he appeared. Most of the staff was fiercely protective of him and almost to a one, they spoke out against Mr. Fitzgerald and how he treated his son. That, more than anything else, told Jack that the man they were searching for was special indeed. For a servant to risk dismissal and reprisal from an employer such as Fitzgerald, let alone so many of them…

“Master, we have a lead.”

Danny’s soft, respectful voice interrupted his thoughts and instantly, Jack was on his feet, tucking the photograph into his suit jacket pocket in case it was needed later. They returned to the main office where Sam and Viv were getting their jackets as well. “What’s going on?”

“We got an anonymous tip that Martin was being held at a warehouse on Smith and Vine,” Sam answered, checking her gun before holstering it. “When we back-traced it, it led to the sister of one Tyrell Winston, ex-employee of Mr. Fitzgerald.”

Viv picked up the narration with, “Used to be the mechanic until last month when Fitzgerald fired him for no apparent reason. He was the only ex-employee we couldn’t track down.”

“Looks like the sister couldn’t stomach was Tyrell was doing,” Sam continued. “She sounded really scared.”

Grim, Jack stated, “Then we better get a move on.”

Danny fell into step with him automatically, longer legs shortening to match Jack’s pace and standing behind his left shoulder for the older agent’s protection. Sam was to his right, and Viv brought up the rear, as she always did, dark eyes watchful and observant. They were silent in the elevator, splitting up in the garage to meet the uniforms at the address.

Alone in the car, Danny stated softly, “You like this young man.”

“I do,” Jack admitted, a bit rueful. He flashed Danny a grin and said, “Mid-life crisis, huh? Falling in love only by seeing a picture.”

Danny echoed the grin and replied, “Or perhaps it was Fated.”

“Thought you were Catholic,” Jack teased.

Laughing softly, Danny countered, “You’re not and neither is Martin Fitzgerald, despite the last name. In any case, what are you going to do when you have to return Martin to his father?”

The amusement fled as he remembered the tales of abuse and the beatings Martin received regularly from the senior Fitzgerald, as told to him by the servants. He’d known as they were speaking that they were hoping he would somehow intervene. Sighing, he replied, “I don’t know yet. I don’t have any authority to step in, Danny. As much as I despise it, how the man treats his son is his own business, and protected under the law.”

“You are the law, Jack.”

“Merely its representative, and you know that, too.”

They fell silent and Jack’s thoughts centered around the problem as he drove, his attention divided, but focused. He didn’t want to give Martin back to his father, there was no doubt about that. He wanted to take the young man home and treat him with the gentleness and respect he so obviously deserved. He wanted to take the young man, period, and then watch him with Danny as they taught him the pleasures of the body of which Martin was so clearly ignorant.

He wanted to beat the senior Fitzgerald black and blue and then whip him for good measure for ever hurting Martin.

Keeping that bloodthirsty thought in mind, knowing it would help him stay focused, Jack took the corner onto Smith, keeping an eye out for the warehouse.

* * * *

He’d been beaten before. He’d had broken bones before. Pain was nothing new to Martin and he took the whipping with barely any cries, biting his lip to keep silent, not wanting to give his tormentor any satisfaction whatsoever. The words were the most difficult to ignore, and all too often, tears slipped out at the vicious words of ‘spoiled bitch,’ and ‘filthy cunt’ and ‘worthless slut.’

The constant harangue drove him ever closer to that black cloud of despair always hovering around him. The insistent words that told him no one was looking for him. That no one even missed him enough to call the cops. That his father had refused to pay any ransom for him, not deeming him worthy enough to pay even one red cent to get him back. Over and over, that was all he heard and even before the ugly whispers had started, Martin was all-too-familiar with the sentiment. He’d certainly heard enough variations of it from the lips of his father.

His wrists ached from being cuffed for so long, the metal digging into his skin whenever he couldn’t support himself anymore. He’d been chained from the ceiling forever, it seemed, since before the whipping had begun. Whoever was wielding it was an expert, too, since he knew very little blood had been drawn. He’d gotten more severe whippings and scars at his own father’s hands as a child.

Really, except for the location and the crudity of the insults, his life hadn’t much changed.

Then the world exploded in a myriad color of pain, his body jerking and writhing without his consent and screams issuing forth.

“Yeah, now you make some noise,” his captor said, voice rich with satisfaction. “Electricity is good for that, bitch.”

Hanging limp from the chains, Martin shook in reaction, his body totally out of control. His heart thundered painfully and he couldn’t catch his breath. There was another jolt of excruciating pain and more screaming as he struggled to get free, to get away from the thing touching his body.

Laughter mocked him as he cried weakly, unable to do more than just hang there, strength completely gone. It seemed to go on for an eternity, his captor knowing just when to stop and how much to give him to make him scream and beg for it to stop. A few times he mercifully lost consciousness, only to be revived by a bucket of ice-cold water, which made the next rounds all the more painful as the water conducted the electricity with ruthless efficiency.

Then people were shouting and guns went off and Martin didn’t even have the strength to flinch.

“Martin? Can you hear me?” a strong, gruff voice asked. “My name’s Jack Malone and I’m with the FBI. I’m going to get you out of here.”

The blindfold was removed and when he was finally able to focus his vision, Martin was looking at a man in his late forties, dark hair and eyes, a handsome face and an extremely worried expression. That confused him most of all since this man didn’t even know him, and Martin whispered, “FBI?”

A faint smile surfaced and Jack nodded. “Just hold on to me, okay? You’re safe now.”

That was when Jack scooped Martin into his arms, a young Hispanic man taking his cuffed wrists off the hook and settling them down around Jack’s shoulders. Strength and kindness practically radiated from the man holding him and Martin clung tight, burying his face against the older man’s throat. He was safe, but only as long as he was with this man. Once he returned to his father, there was no telling what would happen. His father would be pissed that he’d been kidnapped in the first place, let alone that the FBI had been involved.

Shaking with fear as he thought about the beatings to come, he held even tighter and whispered, “Please, please don’t send me back. Please don’t leave me, please!”

“Hush now, it’s going to be okay, Martin. You’re not going anywhere, I promise,” Jack stated as he strode out of the warehouse to the ambulance that waited outside.

“You don’t understand,” Martin whispered into the nearby ear. “He’ll kill me. I know he will.”

The arms around him tightened briefly and Jack repeated, “You’re safe now, Martin. I’ll take care of you.”

Still shaking as they entered the ambulance, Martin wished that he could believe that.

* * * *

Danny hadn’t ever seen Jack as furious as this before and he was a little scared. To anyone else, Jack looked calm and together, listening to the doctor explain about Martin’s injuries and that he would be perfectly fine with some rest. But to Danny, the barely banked rage was evident in the narrowed eyes and coiled tension in Jack’s body.

He didn’t know what was going to happen when the elder Fitzgerald showed up to claim his son, but knew an explosion was eminent. And if he didn’t want Jack to shoot the businessman the moment he arrived, thereby earning himself instant and permanent convict-slave status, Danny had to take some of the fury and release it.

When the doctor left, Danny returned to Jack’s side and said urgently, “I need to see you in private for a few minutes, Master.”

Jack’s jaw flexed a few times, but nodded and followed him into an empty hospital room. The second the door closed, Jack was on him, as Danny had known he would be. His mouth was seized violently and he was slammed against the nearest wall. Jack’s hands practically ripped open his belt and shoved Danny’s pants down while he plundered Danny’s mouth.

Spun in place, Danny’s face was shoved against the cold wall as Jack took up position behind him. A split second later, he moaned in pained pleasure as Jack drove into him without stopping, the cold metal of his Master’s belt slapping rhythmically against his skin as Jack started fucking him. It was hard and fast, the other man merciless in owning Danny. His fingers scrabbled uselessly against the tiled wall for purchase as his body was ridden and used only as a release for Jack’s rage.

Then Jack lunged a final time deep inside and came, biting Danny’s throat to stifle a loud cry of pleasure. Hard and aching, Danny groaned as he was filled to overflowing, his forehead resting against the wall. Panting as he struggled to bring his breathing under control, Danny waited patiently for Jack to come back to himself.

Finally his Master stirred, nuzzling his throat and moving lazily inside Danny a few times before pulling out and saying, “Thanks, Danny. I needed that.”

Shuddering as he controlled his own need with the relative ease of long practice, Danny waited for Jack to clean him off, then pulled his pants back up. Facing the older man, Danny kissed him sweetly. Grinning, he replied, “As much as I like Marie, I’m your slave, and have no desire to visit you on the chain gang.”

A wry twist of Jack’s lips told him he’d scored a hit and Danny rubbed the still-tense shoulders for a few minutes before Jack kissed him and said, “All right, let’s take care of this without bloodshed.”

Danny smirked. “For now.”

Jack slapped him sharply on the ass, but didn’t correct him as they headed back into the main corridor. Just in time to see Fitzgerald himself striding down the hall. Danny’s smirk was hidden, but hovered as he settled in to watch Jack cut the other man down to size and somehow finagle a way to bring Martin home with them.

His Master wasn’t the only one who wanted the young man in their bed, after all.

* * * *

Feeling much more relaxed and in control, thanks to Danny’s timely intervention, Jack was able to face Fitzgerald calmly. The other man’s pinched and furious expression told him that Martin had been right to be afraid to be sent home with his father. Jack had no use for people who thought the victim was at fault and even less for those who abused their children. Fortunately, he knew exactly how to handle men like this.

It helped that Danny had gone above and beyond to find out some more than questionable aspects about Fitzgerald’s own behavior in regards to his last business deal. Jack didn’t know if even at the beginning of the investigation his slave had figured out that Martin would be coming home with them, but he wouldn’t put it past the young man. Danny was intuitive and highly intelligent, a valuable member of the team.

“Mr. Fitzgerald.”

“Agent Malone, where is my son? I was told by the medical staff to see you about his release!” Fitzgerald snapped.

“Your son is resting,” Jack informed him. “He wasn’t permanently injured, but it was a definite trauma to the system because Winston used electric shock towards the end.”

Fitzgerald waved all that aside with, “Fine, fine, but where is he?”

“Before I release your son, we need to have a talk in private. Danny, would you give us a moment?” Jack asked.

Danny nodded demurely and walked over to the nurses station where he proceeded to chat up a pretty young nurse.

Jack’s gaze narrowed at the provocative behavior and he made a mental note to punish the flirting later. Turning his attention back to Fitzgerald, he continued, “Certain…questionable business practices…have come to my attention during the course of this investigation. I understand that you recently had dealings with Gianni Capobianco.”

Fitzgerald hadn’t gotten to where he was by being easily cowed and it showed in his almost careless, “What about it?”

“Well, considering that he’s currently under investigation himself for treason, I would think he’d be the last person you’d want to be associated with,” Jack pointed out.

“It was a good deal.”

“I bet. Practically a steal, from what one of my agents found out. I wonder what would happen if I brought the details to the attention of my Director.”

At that, Fitzgerald’s eyes flickered away for the first time. He shifted a bit, obviously uncomfortable with the thought of someone in real power getting a whiff of the deal he’d made with the Mafioso. Clearing his throat, offering a weak smile, Fitzgerald said, “I’m sure that won’t be necessary, Agent Malone.”

“Oh really? Why not?” Jack asked baldly.

Not wanting to come right out and offer a bribe to an Imperial agent of the law, Fitzgerald hesitated.

Keeping his voice neutral, Jack prompted, “I’m waiting.”

“I could, I could offer you a slave or two. I’m sure a busy man such as yourself never has enough time to get everything done,” Fitzgerald finally said.

Jack snorted. “I have a slave, a team of agents, and a wife, Fitzgerald, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“Money?”

“Don’t need it. And I sure as hell don’t want anything traceable back to you, not with the way you do business,” Jack commented brusquely. “Think harder.”

“I don’t have anything else to offer.”

“Sure you do.”

It took a good minute for the other shoe to drop and when it did, Fitzgerald snarled, “Not a chance! Martin is destined for a powerful marriage, not to be your slave.”

Jack shrugged. “Fine. I’ll just take my information to my superior, you’ll probably be executed, your family sold into slavery and I’ll buy him outright then. I just thought I’d give you the opportunity to save your own life.”

He got a full ten paces away before Fitzgerald called his name. Jack allowed himself a triumphant grin, briefly meeting Danny’s amused look before composing himself and facing Fitzgerald. He didn’t move, forcing the other man to come to him.

“Not a slave, my family name won’t allow it,” Fitzgerald said grudgingly. “And you’re already married, so the only other option is…concubine.”

He spoke the word with such loathing and contempt that Jack wanted to punch the other man. Concubine was a position of respect, someone to be honored and given consideration, not slurred with insult. Sharply, Jack ordered, “Watch your tone.”

Fitzgerald swallowed nervously and apologized, “I’m sorry, Agent Malone. I forgot my place.”

“Yes, you did,” Jack agreed. “That’s why you’re in this mess in the first place. Have the papers drawn up and in my office tomorrow. In the meantime, Martin comes home with me tonight. You are not to see him again, ever. You are not to contact him by phone, email, fax, courier, nothing. And if I find out that you did try to contact or see him, I will bury you personally.”

Paling at the flinty tone, Fitzgerald nodded and hurried away, not once looking back towards the son he was giving away.

Jack snorted in contempt and motioned Danny over. When the young man joined him, Jack said sternly, “Don’t think I didn’t notice your little interaction over there, but for now, I want you to go stay with Martin. Talk to him if he’s awake, assure him that he’s not going back to his father’s house. If he’s asleep, just keep an eye on him and make sure he’s not disturbed.”

Unperturbed by Jack’s implied threat, Danny nodded and asked, “What’re you going to do?”

“I need to go back to the office and tie up loose ends. And tell Viv she’s in charge for a few days.”

“Ooh. Long weekend?”

Jack shook his head, amused. “Yes, long weekend. I really need to start beating you more often.”

The cheeky grin widened and Danny replied, “Promises, promises. I’ll see you when you get back, Master.”

Nodding, Jack slapped him again on the ass, pleased at the hiss he managed to provoke, and then headed out of the hospital. Danny would be a lot less threatening to Martin than he would, Jack knew, so he’d give them a few hours while he really did tie things up, then come back.

* * * *

Martin flinched when the door opened, fully expecting his father’s furious and cold voice to order him out of the bed. To his surprise, a soft voice called his name, asking if he was awake. Curious, he rolled from his side onto his back and looked over to see the Hispanic agent smiling at him from beside the bed.

“Hi there. I’m Danny, in case you missed it the first time. You were a little out of it,” the agent told him.

Unable to offer a smile in return, Martin questioned fearfully, “Is my father here? Do you know when he’s coming to, to get me?”

Long, elegant fingers brushed through his hair in a surprising gesture of comfort and Danny informed him, “Your father’s out of the picture now, Martin. He’s never going to hurt you again, not ever. Jack made sure of that.”

Blanching, Martin whispered, “He killed him?”

“Oh! Oh no, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Danny groaned and started again, “No, Jack didn’t kill your father, though I’m sure the thought crossed his mind because of what that bastard did to you. No, he just made sure that your father understood it would be in yours and his best interest to leave you with us.”

Martin frowned, confused, and replied, “I don’t understand. What do you mean he left me with you?”

Grinning briefly, Danny sat on the edge of the bed and took Martin’s hand in his. “I think I need to start over. Jack Malone is the head of the Missing Persons division at the FBI. He’s not only my boss, but he’s my Master, too. I’m his slave and have been for about four years now. Long story. Suffice to say, he is the kindest, bravest and most honorable man I have ever met in my life. He’s pretty rigid and set in his ways, and he always expects the very best out of his people no matter what, but that’s part of what makes him so great as a leader.”

“I still don’t understand what that’s got to do with me,” Martin said.

“Jack likes you.”

“Uh, likes me?”

“Yeah. So do I.”

Flushing a little at the heated gaze that met his, Martin’s eyes lowered automatically.

“We both like you a lot, Martin, and we want you with us. I found out that your father was dirty and gave the information to Jack, who used that to persuade your father to give you to us.”

Even knowing that it probably wouldn’t change his life all that much, Martin asked, “As a, a slave?”

“No, no. As a Concubine.”

Startled, Martin looked at Danny and exclaimed, “A Concubine? I, I, that’s a really bad idea, Danny. I don’t, um, I don’t know the first thing about, you know, being with someone.”

Danny’s tongue flickered out across his lower lip as he replied, “We know, or, we figured as much anyhow. That makes you even more appealing, Martin, believe me.”

Feeling the headache returned and tears scratch at his eyelids, Martin curled up away from Danny and repeated, “I don’t understand.”

Unexpectedly, Danny climbed into the bed and spooned up behind him, wrapping a strong arm around Martin’s waist and sliding the other under his head as a pillow. “It’s okay, Martin, you’re safe now. No one is ever going to hurt you again. Jack’s going to protect you and so am I. Go back to sleep. When you wake up, you’ll take one look at Jack and know that all of what I said is true.”

As exhausted as he was, there wasn’t much chance of disobeying. The comfort and warmth of Danny’s embrace soothed his confusion and eased him into sleep.

* * * *

Jack smiled at the sight of Danny and Martin curled up together on the hospital bed. Obviously the talk had gone well. His cock stirred as he thought about Danny just sliding into Martin from that position while the other still slept and gently, oh so gently, fucking him while he slept, coming inside Martin without Martin even once knowing that he’d been taken.

Shaking that enticing thought from his mind, Jack walked the rest of the way to the bed, going around it so he could see their sleeping faces. He watched them sleep for several minutes, entwined together and looking like not-quite debauched angels. It something he liked to do with Danny, especially after a rough case, just to make sure that he was in one piece and was where he belonged; in Jack’s bed. With a regretful sigh, knowing that it was time to go, he reached over and trailed his fingers down Danny’s spine.

Danny woke instantly, craning his neck to look at Jack. “Hey. Everything all tied up?”

“Not yet,” Jack answered softly, smirking.

Snorting, Danny replied, “I tried to get him to understand that he was your Concubine now, that he wasn’t going to be hurt anymore, but I don’t think I got through to him. I don’t think he knows how to trust about anything, and he damn sure expects to be hurt.”

Jack leaned in and gently kissed Danny before saying, “Then we’ll have to teach him.”

Sighing happily, Danny nodded and agreed, “We will. Did you call Marie and warn her?”

“What are you, kidding? I want the element of surprise,” Jack answered, almost joking. “She’ll be loaded for bear once she takes a look at Martin.”

“Can you blame her?”

“Danny, come on. I’ve only got you as a slave and no Concubines, well, now just one. A lot of women have two or three wives to compete with on top of Concubines and a passel of slaves,” Jack protested softly.

Taking his hand, Danny brought it to his lips and said, “All true, but Marie is used to ruling the roost, Master. No offense, but she married down when she married you.”

Jack chuckled. “None taken, it’s absolutely true. But we were young and stupid and it seemed a good idea at the time. And no matter what, the girls came out of that marriage, so it wasn’t all a bad thing.”

“Not bad at all,” Danny confirmed, kissing his palm. “But keep her point of view in mind when you talk to her about Martin.”

Sighing, Jack nodded and dipped down for another, lingering kiss, lazily possessing Danny’s mouth as a promise for later. Danny hummed in pleasure as the kiss ended and Jack tweaked his nose. “Come on, you, let’s get our new addition home.”

* * * *

Martin stirred when he felt Danny moving behind him, then heard the soft kisses and murmurs exchanged between him and Jack, his new…Master. It was confusing and scary, using that word even in his head. He’d expected to use the word Husband or Wife, depending on the match that his father had secured, but never Master.

It could have been worse, he supposed, it could have been a lot worse. He could have been sold into outright slavery. Or he could have been given to someone else. Listening to the words, Martin realized that Danny was right; Jack was a good man. From the sound of it, his wife was something of a horror, but he hadn’t divorced her or even married a second time. And he had children too, daughters, that he hadn’t set aside with their mother. That said a lot about Jack right there.

Then, too, there was Danny’s obvious adoration and devotion. Not many slaves had that for their Masters, not really. Certainly none of the slaves in his home, his old home, felt anything close to that for his father. When he thought about it, he couldn’t remember anyone in their social circle who had slaves like Jack had Danny.

When he heard Jack mention leaving, he stirred, turning in Danny’s arms and snuggling close to the other man, enjoying the warm comfort of his arms and honestly not wanting to leave them.

“Martin,” Danny murmured in his ear. A strong, gentle hand roamed over Martin’s back as Danny repeated, “Martin, wake up now. Time to go home.”

Sighing deeply, Martin opened his eyes and sleepily met Danny’s dark gaze, also without pretense as he was still exhausted. The word ‘home’ still caused him to shudder in fear and Danny’s arms tightened around him as he reassured, “Our home, Martin, not your father’s. I told you, you’re staying with us.”

“That’s right,” Jack rumbled.

Martin shifted his gaze to the older man, taking in the kind smile and the eyes that were just as dark as Danny’s, but set in a paler face. His earlier confusion rose again and he confessed, “I don’t understand why you’d w-want me as a, a, a Concubine. I have no training and really, I’m not much to look at.”

Jack blinked a few times at his words, but his smile remained and all he said was, “You just be you, Martin. That’s all we ask. You’ll be just fine. For now, Danny’s going to help you get dressed and I’m going to fill out the release paperwork. I’ll meet the two of you outside with the car.”

“We’ll be there,” Danny promised cheerfully, helping Martin out of the bed.

Martin looked over at the door Jack had gone through, positive that something had just happened, but Danny diverted his attention by bringing over his clothes. Dressing, he asked, “Is he okay? Did I say something?”

“It’s not you, Martin, honest. Jack’s just…touchy…about certain things and how people are treated is one of those things,” Danny assured him. “Come on. The sooner we get you home, the better.”

Which was sounding both very good and very scary.

* * * *

Jack kept a hand on Martin’s back as they entered the house, wanting to keep close to him. The young man had spent the ride over curled up in Danny’s arms in the back seat, drowsing. If the doctor hadn’t told him to expect just that, he’d have been worried. As it was, he just kept a steadying hand on the young man as they left the car and entered the 4-story brownstone.

“Jack! Where have you been? Viv said…” Marie’s voice trailed off as she took in Martin.

Moving a little closer to Martin, Jack introduced, “Marie, this is Martin Fitzgerald. Martin, this is my wife, Marie.”

Martin offered a hesitant smile, which Marie did not return, then faltered and looked down at the floor. Jack’s hand rubbed soothing circles over Martin’s back as he looked over at Danny and said, “Danny, take Martin upstairs and get him settled.”

Danny nodded silently and took Martin’s arm, leading him passed Marie without a word.

“And just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Marie hissed as soon as the two younger men were out of earshot.

Keeping his temper and Danny’s words in mind, Jack answered, “Martin is my Concubine.”

“The hell he is!” Marie exclaimed. “I tolerate Danny because he’s a good man and frankly, he makes you more human to deal with. I refuse to tolerate another man in your bed, Jack! It’s an insult!”

“How? He’s not taking your place,” Jack pointed out.

Hands flying into the air, Marie countered, “It doesn’t matter! Jack, this is not something that I will allow! What will my friends and coworkers think!?”

“Ask me if I care.”

“Oh very nice. I realize that they don’t exactly meet your standards, but they are my friends. You’re going to send this man back to wherever you got him, because he isn’t staying here another minute.”

Jack stared at her for a long moment, then said softly, “Martin stays and you will treat him with the respect that a Concubine deserves. Don’t push me on this, Marie. I guarantee you won’t like the outcome if you do.”

She glared at him but didn’t say anything else before turning on her heel and leaving the hall.

Sighing deeply, Jack shook his head and climbed the stairs to the room he shared with Danny, and now Martin. When he opened the door to the large bedroom, he found both young men already under the bedcovers and curled up together, much like in the hospital. He smiled at the sight, loosening his tie and heading for the dresser.

Danny made a move to get up and help him, but Jack motioned for him to stay put and he settled back down. Martin was out cold already, and Jack watched him sleep as he undressed, then padded over naked to the bed. Climbing under the covers, he slid closer to them until he was chest-to-chest with Martin. Danny’s hand twined with his and Jack brought it up to kiss the palm. “He’s wiped.”

“Yeah. They worked him over pretty good,” Danny confirmed, a little grim. “Most of his scars, though, they’re old ones.”

“His father,” Jack stated flatly.

Danny nodded. “That bastard really did a number on him, Jack. In the head, too, not just the body.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“It’s going to take time.”

“I figured. That’s why we’re just going to let him get used to us for a while before we do anything. Kissing and holding are about the extent of it until he settles in.”

“Good plan. How’s Marie?”

Lips twisting, Jack answered, “Pissed, but I warned her off Martin. If she gives you or him any grief, tell me.”

“I will,” Danny promised through a yawn.

Smiling for real, Jack ordered, “Get some sleep. You earned it, Danny.”

Danny leaned over Martin to kiss Jack, then settled in and mumbled, “You too, Master.”

“I will,” Jack assured him softly.

It was only minutes before Danny followed Martin into sleep and Jack smiled softly at the sight they again presented him. Yawning himself, Jack used his free hand to brush through Martin’s thick, short hair. He gently kissed Martin’s temple, then closed his eyes to sleep.

* * * *

Martin woke in a tangle of limbs and froze in place, panic flaring through him as he frantically tried to remember what had happened and where he was. Then he remembered his rescue and relaxed with a sigh against the broad chest. The chest hair was thick under his hand, so he knew that he was lying partially on top of Jack and that the body behind him belonged to Danny, remembering that the young man was smooth and hairless.

He could see, in the semi-dark, that one of Jack’s arms was out-flung towards the edge of the bed, but the other surrounded Martin’s shoulders, as if not even in sleep could the older man bear to part with him.

A wishful thought, no doubt about it, he thought silently.

What was his life going to be like now? He didn’t even know that much about what a Concubine did, aside from, well, pleasuring his or her Master. And he knew even less about that. It was plain that the wife, Marie, was pissed about him being there, and that could make his life really unpleasant.

Derisive, he thought, And like your life was a dream up until now?

Which it hadn’t been, not by a long stretch, but he didn’t want to trade the devil he knew, for the devil he didn’t. Sighing, he listened to the steady heartbeat under his ear and wondered if maybe it would be worth it, to have this man in his life. The man who had undoubtedly saved his life, not just from the kidnapper, but again from his father. The man who Danny adored and who looked at Martin as if he were someone worthy of respect.

Jack stirred, his arm tightening around Martin, and his lips brushed Martin’s forehead as he murmured, “Stop thinking so hard. It’ll be all right.”

Startled, Martin asked softly, “How did you know I was awake?”

“Your breathing changed,” Jack answered, rubbing his eyes.

Jack was attuned to his breathing?

“And you poked me with your elbow when you woke up.”

A laugh escaped Martin at that and he pushed up to meet Jack’s eyes in the near-dark. They were crinkled with silent laughter and without stopping to monitor or check the impulse, he leaned in for a brief kiss on the other man’s lips. “Don’t tease the new person. It’s not nice.”

“You’re right,” Jack agreed, his smile increasing. “Sets up a bad pattern. How’re you feeling?”

Martin thought about it for a few seconds, then replied honestly, “Better. Still feel like someone beat me with a tire iron, oh wait, he did, didn’t he?”

Snorting at the wry humor, Jack said, “I need to go into the office today to meet your father, but I’ll be back directly after.”

Instantly tense, dreading the answer, Martin questioned, “What, why?”

“Hey, take it easy,” Jack soothed, his hand rubbing up and down Martin’s back. “It’s to get the paperwork for you all taken care of, so you officially belong with us.”

“Can I ask…”

“What? You can ask me anything, Martin.”

“Why? Why do you w-want me as your, ah, Concubine? Especially since you’ve already got Danny.”

Jack was silent for a long minute, then explained, “There’s just something about you, don’t know what, really. Something in your eyes that called out to me, when all I had was your picture. You looked…sad…and that just didn’t seem right to me. I want to make you smile, Martin, and to give you the love and respect you deserve.”

Ducking his head down, pressing his forehead to the warm skin of Jack’s chest, Martin whispered, “I don’t, not really.”

“You do,” Jack countered firmly. His fingers lifted Martin’s chin until their eyes met again and he continued, “All that and more. I know you don’t believe me, but can you trust me until you do?”

“I…yeah, I think so anyhow,” Martin agreed softly, entranced by the dark eyes.

A slow smile spread across Jack’s face and he tugged Martin up. Combing fingers through Martin’s hair, Jack brought him in closer and pressed their lips together. He was uncertain as to what to do, but wanted to please the other man, which he seemed to do just by accepting the kiss.

The contact was short, seemed too short suddenly to Martin, and Jack informed him, “Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Martin, and until you really believe that, we don’t do more than kissing.”

Surprised, Martin replied, “But I thought Concubines, ah, you know.”

Jack flashed him a grin and confirmed, “They do, but you’re special, Martin. We’re going to go slow and let you get used to us. For now, just consider yourself a house guest, free to come and go as you please. I’ll have a credit card drawn up in your name, but it’ll only have a modest amount, probably nothing like what you’re used to. If you have friends you want to visit, feel free, or if you want to hang out here, that’s good too. I know the girls are going to love you.”

“You don’t, um, I can’t stay with you?” Martin asked hesitantly.

Jack’s fingers continued to comb through Martin’s hair, soothing, and he answered, “If you want. Just at the office, though, you won’t be able to help in the field.”

“That’s okay. I’d just, I’d like to feel useful.”

“You are, Martin, honest.”

“Not if you keep wakin’ up s’early,” Danny mumbled.

Jack laughed and said, “Time to get up anyhow.”

Martin shivered when Danny…slid…up and over him to take Jack’s mouth in a deep, lazy kiss. He felt the press of the other man’s body to his, the semi-hard cock heavy against the small of his back, and heard the wet sounds of their kiss right in his ear.

“Morning, Master.”

“Mmm. Morning, Danny. Go on and get us some breakfast.”

“Got it!”

In a flash, Danny rolled out of bed and padded naked to the door, grabbing a pair of sweats that were strewn over a chair beside it and putting them on. He looked back at them and asked, “You like eggs, Martin? Pancakes? What do you usually have for breakfast?”

“Uh, I don’t,” Martin replied in surprise. “I generally only have a light lunch and supper.”

Danny frowned, muttering something under his breath, then said louder, “All right. I’ll surprise you, then.”

When he was gone, Martin looked uncertainly at Jack and found a similar frown on the older man’s face. “Is something wrong?”

“What did you usually eat at your father’s, Martin? Give me a menu,” Jack ordered, tucking him in close.

Settling against Jack, Martin answered, “Well, some kind of salad for lunch, usually, and then whatever was left over from the main supper. I didn’t usually go to those unless there was someone my father wanted to get interested in me. The chef usually saved me something tasty, but there was never a lot of it. Father always complained that I ran to fat as a child, so he wanted to make sure that didn’t happen as an adult.”

Jack was silent for a few minutes before warning lightly, “Get used to Danny shoving food at you, then. His family firmly believes that food makes everything better. And you are a little on the skinny side, so he’ll be worried and give you even more, probably a lot more than you’re used to.”

“Okay,” Martin agreed complacently. Not like being given a lot of food was a hardship, after all. He sighed deeply, relaxing into Jack’s arms the rest of the way, and closed his eyes. As new lives went, this one was starting out really, really nicely.

* * * *

Looking over the contract carefully, making sure there were no loopholes, Jack took his time. Not just to make sure everything was kosher, but also to make Fitzgerald squirm, his new favorite pastime. Finding out that Martin had been kept at near-starvation levels had only intensified his hatred for the man sitting opposite him and he vowed silently to bring him down.

Finally, he sat back in his chair and said, “This is acceptable.”

Fitzgerald’s expression was sour, like he’d swallowed something unpleasant. “Glad you approve.”

Jack smirked and signed the bottom of the contract, dating it, and turning it so Fitzgerald could do the same.

That took only a few seconds and then the other man stood, glaring at him. “By signing that, you’ve agreed never to disclose what you found out in your investigation to find Martin.”

“And I won’t,” Jack agreed easily. That meant squat about future investigations, though. “See you around.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Good.”

Fitzgerald left and Jack grinned outright. He lifted the phone and called the conference room where the team was getting to know Martin.

Sam picked up with, “Is he gone?”

“Yeah. Everything’s set.”

“Good riddance.”

“No kidding,” Jack agreed dryly. “Send Martin and Danny back here, would you?”

“Sure thing.”

Hanging up, Jack pulled out the laptop he’d requisitioned from IS and had it on his desk by the time the two young men came into his office. Smiling at them, he said, “Martin. I’ve got a job for you.”

Instantly perking up, Martin approached the desk and asked, “What is it?”

“If you think you can straighten out my files, I would love to hand their care over to you,” Jack informed him.

“No! Martin, don’t do it! We’ll never see you again!” Danny joked, grinning broadly.

Martin’s grin was brief, but definitely there, as he replied, “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Oh it’s definitely that,” Jack confirmed, chuckling. “I’ve got everything listed in here, poke around at will. That’s your laptop now.”

Surprised, Martin reached out and hesitantly picked it up, touching it carefully. “Really?”

Had the boy never owned anything? Making a decision, he answered, “This one temporarily, but you’ll have your own for real in a few weeks. We’ll have to go shopping and see which one you like best.”

Wide-eyed but obviously pleased, Martin nodded and said, “Thank you, Jack. That’s…very nice of you. You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” Jack interrupted.

Danny came up beside Martin and slung an arm around his waist, leaning on the taller man with, “Jack likes to spoil us, Martin, get used to it.”

“I…uh, okay.”

“Now that that’s taken care of, Danny, you’ve got paperwork to finish and Martin, you can get started on that now,” Jack said briskly. “I’ve got meetings this afternoon, so I’ll be in and out.”

Martin smiled full-out and nodded, following Danny out of the office, listening to the slave’s chatter with an eager expression.

Watching them interact through the window, Jack grinned when Viv and Sam joined them and it obviously became ‘pick on Danny,’ time for the women. Jack grinned and shook his head, picking up his phone and dialing.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got work for you.”

“Who is it?”

“Fitzgerald. Find out everything about his business practices.”

“Are you looking to damage, inflict losses, or destroy?”

“Destroy. I want him wiped from the face of the planet.”

There was a pause at his hard tone and words, then, “Give me a week.”

“Take your time. I can afford to be patient. Just make sure it’s public.”

“Understood.”

Hanging up, Jack nodded to himself in satisfaction.

* * * *

The next week fell into an odd kind of routine for Martin. He would wake sandwiched between the other two men and lie there for a few minutes to savor the warmth and comfort. Jack invariably woke first and they would talk quietly until Danny woke. Once that happened, Martin would be both tormented and tantalized because Danny inevitably crawled over him to get to Jack. There would follow long, wet kisses in the guise of saying ‘good morning,’ during which Martin was teased by two sets of hands while Danny and Jack kissed.

Then Danny would roll out of bed as if it were nothing and make them breakfast. Jack had been right, too; Danny couldn’t seem to stop shoving food at him no matter what time of the day it was. Martin couldn’t remember a time when he’d eaten so much. Never too much, though, because Danny seemed to know just what to give him and when to stop.

They would go to the office next where Martin would swear that Jack did his best to be as disorganized as possible just to give him things to do. Danny assured him several times that that wasn’t the case, as did Sam and Viv. All of them said that Jack was focused on his job and could care less about the details of paperwork. It seemed to be the bane of the older agent’s existence and they all claimed that Jack was much better to be around, now that Martin was taking care of it for him.

Martin hadn’t yet gotten up the courage to ask why Danny wasn’t the one looking after Jack. Their relationship was so weird. Danny wore Jack’s Chain and did so with pride. He was deferential and submissive to the older man, and yet acted like a freeman with everyone, including Jack. He was far more assertive than Martin was, and that bothered him for a reason he hadn’t yet identified.

A case struck that Friday and Martin got his first glimpse of a very, very intense Jack and Danny. They worked seamlessly together, as did Sam and Viv. The team’s balance was incredible, each pulling their own weight and bringing a unique perspective to the case. For the first time, Martin did feel useless as he watched them work furiously to find a little girl who had gone missing on the way to school that morning.

Martin knew that Danny was upset from the serious gaze and complete lack of humor, as if he felt personally responsible for the girl’s disappearance. And Jack wasn’t any better, a hang-dog expression perpetually in place as he worked to back track who may have taken the girl. They were all still going strong at three in the morning, but Martin was about ready to nod off. He was barely able to stay awake as he listened to the team going through the timeline and options for a thousandth time.

“Martin.”

Jolting awake, not having realized that he’d fallen asleep sitting up, Martin looked blearily at Jack and said, “I’m awake. What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

Crouching beside him, Jack smiled softly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to say that you can stretch out on the couch in my office if you want. It’s more comfortable than this chair.”

Martin shook his head and replied, “I’m fine.”

“You’re exhausted and not trained for this,” Jack countered, running his fingers through Martin’s hair. “There’s no reason for you to stay up like this. Go get some sleep, okay?”

Hearing the order through the kind tone, Martin nodded, leaning into the caress with a sigh. “I wish I could help you more.”

“You do, believe me,” Jack promised, kissing his forehead before standing and rejoining the others.

Martin yawned and stood, walking to Jack’s office and sprawling out on the sofa, his legs hanging over the edge. Naturally, that was when sleep deserted him and all he could do was stare at the ceiling. He wanted to help, really help, not just organize files and handle paperwork, though if that was what Jack wanted him to do, that was what he would do. Maybe if he could help find this little girl, maybe Jack would somehow find a way to get him on the team for real. Danny was a slave, after all, and he worked in an official capacity, even if Martin didn’t know what that was. Martin was a Concubine, and so still a freeman. He should be able to get some kind of position if he could prove his worth.

Mouth twisting bitterly, he thought, Not like I’ve been able to do that before. If I could, I would have pleased Father enough that he wouldn’t have had to beat me so often.

Shaking the negative thought from his mind, Martin concentrated on what he knew of the case. Lily Renford, age twelve, had been walking to school, just like every other day, when she’d disappeared. It had happened between the house and the corner store, because the shopkeeper there didn’t remember seeing her like he did every other day. She didn’t have any real enemies at school, her parents weren’t rich enough to demand a ransom from, and the parents were still happily married, so it wasn’t a parental abduction.

Danny and Sam had checked all the sex offenders in the area, but once neutered, those men generally led quiet lives, no longer subject to the same urges of before. Aside from that, they’d all been accounted for and while two didn’t have alibis, they didn’t fit the profile.

Lily was, to all appearances, a happy and well-adjusted girl, so they weren’t really considering suicide. She was in a few different clubs at school, but not overbooked like a lot of pre-teens, so there wasn’t any serious pressure on her that would cause her to run away. Not that they could determine, at least. She and her parents went to Temple every week, but weren’t overzealous.

Glancing at the clock, Martin saw that it was almost four in the morning. Pushing into a sitting position, he looked out the office window to find the team still talking in the main area. Jack half-sat on a desk while Danny stood behind him, obviously trying to work out the kinks in the older man’s shoulders. Sam stood to the side, saying something earnestly to the others, Viv at her side.

I’m always looking, never participating, Martin thought sadly. I’m just not good enough at anything to be of use to anyone.

Jack looked over just then and Martin gave him a weak smile before lying back down. He wasn’t surprised when the door opened a few seconds later and Jack entered the office. Resting his head on his arm, he returned Jack’s serious look and explained, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Jack agreed easily. “Something on your mind?”

Shrugging, Martin replied, “Nothing new.”

Lips pursed, Jack eyed him for a long moment before moving to sit on the edge of the sofa. Martin stared into his dark eyes, mesmerized by them. Jack at last said, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“Yeah. For excluding you. You’re part of the team now, you should get just as little sleep as the rest of us,” Jack clarified, a faint smile hovering.

“You said it yourself, I’m not trained. I understand.”

“No, Martin, it’s not that…not just that.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t want to, to expose you to the things that we work with in some of these cases. You’re so innocent,” Jack murmured, cupping Martin’s face. “I don’t want you to lose that. I don’t want to lose that.”

Martin’s mouth twisted bitterly and he whispered, “I haven’t been innocent since the first time my father beat me unconscious at the age of six, Jack. I’ve seen a slave beaten to death just because she didn’t move fast enough to please a guest of my Father. I’ve heard my mother…I’ve heard her screaming for mercy, only to get none. I know exactly what people are capable of, even if I haven’t personally witnessed some of it. I’m not innocent, Jack.”

“I’m sorry,” Jack whispered.

Honestly confused by the emotion in the other man’s eyes, Martin questioned, “Why?”

“Because I didn’t get you out of there sooner.”

“But you did get me out, Jack, and you saved me from a marriage that could have been even worse. This is…so much more than I ever expected of my life, Jack, and I bless the day I was kidnapped, because it led you to me,” Martin finished, meaning every single word.

Groaning, Jack leaned in and captured his mouth in a slow, deep kiss, the kind he normally reserved for Danny. Martin opened to it eagerly, craving the connection and the focus of this man, if only for a little while. It made his head spin, Jack’s tongue sliding against his, the commanding but gentle way he delved into Martin’s mouth. He sighed in disappointment when it ended, eyes fluttering open to find Jack staring at him with an expression he’d never before seen. “What?”

“I love you,” Jack murmured.

Tracing his fingers over the careworn face curiously, Martin met his eyes again and asked, “Is this what love looks like? I always wondered.”

The long silence in which they just stared into each other’s eyes was broken by a soft, respectful, “Master, we have a lead.”

Jack glanced over at Danny, and said, “We’ll be right out.”

Danny nodded and withdrew, again closing the door.

With a sigh, Jack got to his feet, helping Martin up and pulling him into a tight hug, nuzzling at Martin’s ear as he murmured, “Time to get back to work. Come on.”

Martin nodded, holding on to Jack’s shirt for a long moment, face buried against Jack’s throat. He didn’t protest the separation, but Jack gave him a commiserating look as they headed back into the main office.

* * * *

It wasn’t, unfortunately, a happy ending. They found the girl, but not until after her kidnapper had become a murderer. As soon as her small body was discovered amidst the rubble of an abandoned building, Danny seemed to shut down. When they discovered that they’d only been two hours too late, Jack softly ordered Martin to keep a close eye on Danny, though he didn’t say why.

The case didn’t end there, though Martin was fairly sure that was to give Danny some kind of retribution, more than to help the parents. They found the man who killed her and discovered that he’d killed four other girls the same age over the last year.

When the man admitted that in the interrogation room, gloated about it really, Danny hit the roof. Viv had enough time to shout at Martin to grab Danny before the agent tried to run for the door to get into the interrogation room. Martin wrapped his arms around Danny and found himself with an armful of whirlwind. He barely managed to get the other cornered, pressing full length against him to pin Danny in place.

Danny struggled for a few more minutes, but then just collapsed in Martin’s arms, sagging against him and shaking. Gentle, Martin lowered them to the floor and wrapped around Danny, holding him and soothing him by rocking softly and rubbing his hands up and down the length of his back. The other man wasn’t crying, but he’d clearly been rocked by their failure to find Lily in time.

Looking around the observation room, Martin met Viv’s dark eyes and gestured helplessly as to what he should do next.

Her lips almost twitched into a smile. “Just stay with him. Jack’s almost done and then you can bring him home.”

Martin nodded and returned to soothing Danny, kissing his temple and the top of his head. It was several minutes after Viv had left them alone that Jack appeared, looking as tired and grim as Martin had ever seen him. Danny was asleep in his arms, by then, and Jack just smiled at the sight of them, as if it lifted his spirits to find them like that.

“Hey,” Jack greeted softly. “How’s he doing?”

“I don’t know,” Martin answered honestly.

“Just get me home.”

The quiet murmur drew a nod from Jack, who reached down and helped tug Danny to his feet. Martin watched them - Jack holding Danny and running his hand over the dark hair, whispering something too soft to hear, while Danny just gave him a heartbreaking look. It was another flash of being on the outside, looking in and Martin sighed softly.

Not softly enough, apparently, because Jack looked at him and put his hand down towards him with, “Come on, Martin, let’s go home.”

Martin climbed to his feet and was surprised to be pulled into a group hug, two pairs of strong arms surrounding him. Jack nuzzled his throat while Danny kissed him, long and hard. Martin gasped into the needy possession, his mouth opening to the other.

When Danny pulled back, breathing hard, he looked at Jack and pleaded, “Tonight, please, tonight? I need you both, so badly.”

Jack glanced to Martin, asking, “Would you like to join us tonight, Martin? You don’t have to, you can just watch if you’re still uncomfortable.”

Swallowing heavily, Martin replied, “I, I’d like to, um, be with you, yes.”

“Are you sure?” Danny questioned, breathlessly.

Martin nodded, knowing that there was no way he could deny the need in those dark eyes. He leaned in for a long kiss, relinquishing his control as soon as Danny started to take it.

“Enough, you two, let’s get home where we can take care of this properly,” Jack ordered, voice thick, but stern.

Danny flashed him a grin and said, “I think it’s a good thing you got the room soundproofed last year, Jack.”

Martin flushed as both men looked at him.

* * * *

The ride back to the house passed almost surreally for Martin. In the back seat with Danny, he was devoured time and again by the possessive mouth when he’d thought that it would be Jack who would be the aggressor. Mobile hands roamed all over his body, except his hard cock, and by the time they got back to the house, Martin’s head was swimming.

Jack surrounded him from the back, making walking upstairs difficult, while Danny jogged up the steps and motioned them silently, but impatiently, to hurry up. Martin barely had enough coordination to make it up the stairs, thanks to Jack’s roaming hands.

Once inside their room, Martin was pounced on by both men and his clothes rapidly divested. Mouths and hands were everywhere, arousing and reassuring all at the same time. He was whimpering and moaning within minutes, unsure which way was up and only further confused when he was suddenly prostrate on the bed.

Danny straddled him, seizing his mouth desperately and Martin gasped into the fierce kiss while his hands were gripped in Danny’s and pushed above his head.

“Danny! Get undressed!” Jack ordered.

Grumbling, Danny rolled off the bed and Jack took his place. Martin grinned up at him, eyes roving over the powerful, broad chest and down to the thick, hard cock, and asked, “Now what?”

“Oh I think we can figure out something,” Jack replied, grinning.

The bed bounced when Danny rejoined then and then his world became centered solely on the two men determined to drive him insane with sensation. He was rolled onto his side, Danny in front and Jack in back, and both men licked and kissed him everywhere. Writhing, eyes closed, Martin cried out when Danny took his cock in his mouth and started sucking. “Oh, oh, by the Gods! Oh Danny, oh please, don’t, don’t stop!”

But he did stop and Martin groaned his frustration. Danny crawled up him again and took his mouth again, this time lazy and with full promise, still stroking Martin’s cock with his hand. When he broke off, he said, “Time for the main event, Martin, you okay with that?”

Martin swallowed nervously, craning his neck around to meet Jack’s dark, needy gaze. It held that same expression as before, when Jack had declared love, and suddenly Martin knew that even though pain would be involved, he had to do this. He wanted to give all of himself to his new lovers, his new life, and this would seal his place with them. He arched up the remaining distance and kissed Jack, trying to put all of that into the action.

Moaning, Jack easily took control of the kiss, devouring him in a hard, sucking kiss, tongue thrusting into his mouth in a wet dance of dominance to which Martin succumbed. They switched around so that Jack was lying on the bed and Danny helped move Martin into position over Jack.

Martin’s eyes widened and he gasped as he sunk down onto Jack’s hard, thick cock. The reaction wasn’t from the pain that he’d been told his whole life to expect, it was from the burn of the entry and the instinctive feeling of rightness as he was filled. This was nothing like his father and teachers told him it would be. He’d always been told that when his future husband took him, it would hurt, but he would not be disrespectful and deny his Husband his pleasure. Martin had been fully prepared to sacrifice his own comfort tonight, it was his duty and he wanted to give the other two men whatever they needed, but he hadn’t expected this... enjoyment.

“Oh Gods!” Martin’s voice was quiet and breathy as he looked down at Jack, noticing the other man’s look of concentration.

“You…” Martin started before wriggling a bit, the word breaking off into another gasp as he brushed something inside of himself. “Gods!”

Martin’s head fell back as he moaned wantonly, wriggling to move Jack’s shaft over that spot again and again.

“Good?”

Martin tried to pick his head back up, not quite able to force himself to look down at Jack, body thrumming with uncontrolled tension as he nodded jerkily.

“I’m glad. It’s better if you...” Jack trailed off as his hands took Martin’s hips in a firm grasp and lifted them off Jack’s body. Martin whimpered as the flesh moved within him, moved away from that spot, but choked out a cry as Jack yanked Martin’s hips back down again and slammed his own hips up to meet it.

“Master!!” the cry escaped him without thought. Martin was alert, wired and on fire, hearing a moan come from Danny, he glanced over to see the other man slouched down some, legs splayed far apart, cock leaking eagerly as he stroked it.

“Mmm...” Martin moaned desperately not even realizing the way he started moving up and down on Jack’s erection, slowly and steadily pumping the shaft within his body.

“Good Martin, that’s, oh fuck, really good!”

The praise sent a thrill through Martin and he began panting, looking down at Jack, he found his need for the man growing, not subsiding, as things went on. Hands lightly trekked a path up his sides and Martin sucked in a breath, biting his lip and keening as Jack’s fingers pinched and scratched at his already sensitive nipples.

“Uh, oh yes!” Martin’s hips increased their movement and pace, trying to drive Jack within him harder, deeper and faster. Martin gasped and panted in time with the undulations of his own and his Master’s bodies. Getting lost in sensation made Martin feel as though he were swimming, the world around him fading out as waves of pleasure pushed through him.

The world suddenly sucked Martin back in as Danny pressed against his back, hand sweeping down his shoulder and arm, skin prickling at the touch, making it sensitive to the lips that touch the place where his neck and shoulder joined. Martin groaned and tilted his head, giving Danny the access he silently asked for. A hand squeezed his where it gripped Jack’s bicep before floating over to his chest and sweeping down. Martin arched in surprise as the gentle hand took a firm grip of his cock and began pumping. He moved restlessly in Danny’s arms, not knowing what to do, only knowing he wanted more of what these men had to give.

“Fuck, you two look good together. I’ll never want to leave the house again.”

Danny stopped tonguing Martin’s ear long enough to grunt a smug, “Good,” before going back to work on turning Martin into mush.

Martin had enough brainpower left to again give a brief mental comment on the odd nature of Jack’s relationship with his slave, before succumbing again to the pleasure. He whined loudly in disappointment as Jack pulled out of him, looking at the older man almost huffily.

“Danny, take him.”

Martin’s eyes went wide in surprise, but before he could even breathe, Danny’s cock slammed inside him. Martin cried out, arching as his body became taut with unexpected pleasure.

“Unh! So hot and tight...”

Martin moaned his delight at Danny’s approval. Danny was in more of a position to take over and did so with gusto, starting a harsh rhythm that had Martin nearly hyperventilating. When the taller man twined his fingers with Martin’s and wrapped their arms around his chest, Martin felt cared for and let his head loll back onto Danny’s shoulder, gasping and moaning continuously.

“God, gonna make you two perform for me all the time. Danny’s going to bend you over every surface and fuck you while I watch, make you come so hard you can’t stand to be touched anymore, but then I’ll fuck you. You’ll like that, Martin. Too sensitive all over and squirming on my cock, overwhelmed so much, you’ll think you’re going crazy. And I won’t stop until you come again.”

Martin was hyperventilating now, wanting to come so desperately, he tried to pull his hands away from Danny, wanting to pump himself to completion.

“No way Martin, we don’t get to come till Jack says. He can keep us doing this all night and day if he wants... made me work myself on a dildo and jerk off for about four hours once. Not because he couldn’t handle doing it himself mind you, no, Jack really likes to watch.”

Martin’s head thrashed back and forth for a moment before he got a tentative hold on all the sensation, rolling his head into the crook of Danny’s neck, mouth sagging open as he panted against the sweaty skin. The place Martin was at right now had him feeling so good, that he was thanking the Gods over and over again for bringing him to this life and putting him with such a wonderful Master. “Master! Please! Ohhh... need to come, make him fill me! Oh Gods!”

Danny’s thrust become ragged and harsh at his words and Martin shuddered his approval. Hands moved over Martin’s thighs and he felt like screaming. Gruffly, Jack rumbled, “So responsive…we’re really going to enjoy you Martin.”

Jack’s chest rubbed against his, and Martin opened his eyes in time to see Jack’s mouth take Danny’s in a possessive kiss. Danny was lost to the world, face sweaty and looking as though he didn’t even know where he was anymore. Martin moaned gutturally, the sound almost gurgling in his throat, his cock twitched and jerked dangerously against Jack’s belly.

As Jack ended the kiss, a hand traveled up his side again and Martin’s eyes fluttered shut. Lips closed over his and Martin opened immediately to the questing tongue. He moaned as the tongue twined around his before it left him completely. Before the protest was even on his lips, Jack mumbled against them, “come.” Danny and Martin tensed in unison and Martin felt the man’s seed fill him as he shot against Jack’s belly.

Recovery time was short as Martin was pulled away and twisted around to land on the bed facing Danny on his back. Jack was quickly between Martin’s legs and pushing into him. Martin screamed, head tossing back into the pillows and back bowing almost painfully. “Master!”

Martin grunted as he was brutally fucked, his body and the bed rocking at the force of the thrusts... and he loved every second. Martin pushed his hands into Jack’s hair as he held on for dear life, his legs coming up on their own to wrap around Jack’s body, heels digging into the man’s ass. Martin shuddered and twitched as pleasure was forced on him again and again.

“Doitdoitdoit…” though what, exactly, Martin was chanting for, he didn’t really know.

“All mine, my boy, my slave!” Jack shouted hoarsely, thrusting inside him one more time before bursting, coating Martin’s passage again. Martin moaned, coming again in a smaller spurt as Jack collapsed on top of him. Legs falling lax to the side, Martin held tight to the other man, wrapping his arms around him and never wanting to let go or lose the thick shaft buried inside him.

He sighed softly in contentment as he looked up into Jack’s blissful expression, truly amazed at the luck and good fortune the Gods had bestowed upon him as he watched Jack come down from his orgasmic high. When those dark eyes opened again, he whispered reverently, “Master...”

Jack smiled tenderly, brushing his fingers through Martin’s sweaty hair before kissing his swollen lips and settling back on Martin’s chest. Still floating on air, Martin put one of his arms around Danny as the slave curled up against him, completing their trio.

Martin was going to pay extra homage for this blessing... hell, every day he’d place a feast at every temple. That thought carried him into blissful rest.

* * * *

Jack watched as Martin peered out from his office when his father was brought by in handcuffs. He’d told the young man that he had information that could lead to Fitzgerald being arrested on several counts of corruption, and that it was unlikely that his father would be able to squirm out of it this time. When Martin hadn’t said anything, Danny had sidled up behind him, resting his chin on Martin’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around their new lover’s waist in an attempt to comfort.

Then Martin had started talking about his father’s dealings and didn’t stop talking for three hours. Only ten minutes into it, Jack had ordered Danny to get a tape recorder.

It had only been a few days since that first night they’d been together and Jack was happier than he’d ever been, except maybe in the beginning of his marriage to Marie and when the girls had been born. Martin was slowly coming out of his shell, though Jack knew it would be a long time before the other came to terms with how he’d been raised. Some serious therapy was on the horizon and no doubt about that. In the meantime, he and Danny were just doing their best to help Martin by loving him and assuring him of his worth at every possible moment.

Fitzgerald stopped in front of him abruptly, glaring at him and hissing, “You did this!”

Jack’s lips twitched and he shook his head. “No. The information came from a much closer source than me.”

Fitzgerald’s eyes scanned the area and he barked, “Martin! Get out here now!”

“You ever talk to him like that again, and it’ll be the last thing you say,” Jack stated, quiet and deadly.

Paling at the threat, Fitzgerald subsided only until Martin came the rest of the way out of the office and moved to stand beside Jack. Then the older man said coldly, “I see you no longer know the meaning of filial loyalty. I should have expected as much.”

Martin was silent for a long moment and Jack could feel the hand trembling on his waist, but held his breath and kept his face impassive. The next move was Martin’s.

Finally, Martin replied, “Blood doesn’t mean anything to you, Father. You broke every vow of fatherhood, and though there is no real excuse for me to do the same, being Concubine to an agent of the Law, I didn’t feel it appropriate to harbor a criminal. My loyalty is to Jack now, my Master. The one who loves me, not someone filled with hatred and abuse for everyone around him.”

“You think he loves you? You’re a worthless…”

That was as far as he got, because Jack’s hand snapped out to grab him by the throat and squeezed tight. “Not another word, or you’ll be writing your confession because you have no tongue. Take him away.”

The agents nodded and dragged Fitzgerald away.

Facing Martin, Jack smiled and cupped his face with, “You did good, Martin, real good.”

Still obviously troubled, Martin asked, “Then why do I feel so bad?”

Danny enfolded him in his arms and answered, “Because you’re a good person, Martin. We wouldn’t have fallen in love with you otherwise.”

“And we do love you,” Jack stated.

For a moment, it didn’t look like Martin was going to accept their words, his eyes lingering on his father until the older man turned the corner and was lost to sight. He straightened a little and looked at Danny first, then Jack, and said, “I don’t know what love is, not really, but…my heart is full and…happy…I think for the first time.”

Jack’s smile grew and he pulled Martin in for a kiss, saying, “That’s love, Martin.”