::  An Italian Adventure ::

Venice, Italy
Spring
Early Evening

"You about ready?" Webb called from over his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute."

"This is really nice, Victor."

"All part of the cover, buddy. How bad is your place?" They had arrived in Venice by different planes, Webb nearly a week before Galindez. They had talked by phone every hour when possible. They met yesterday at the villa for a dry run, but had parted at the Basilica of Santa Maria.

"What you would expect. All show and little substance. No separate bath, usually no hot water."

"Yeah, but you play a down-on-your-luck drunk better than I do." Victor Galindez came down the steps into the spacious living area. "Is this damn thing straight?" He walked up to his partner and stood just behind him. "Damn, it’s an incredible view isn’t it?"

"What? It’s a brick wall."

"Not that, idiot. You can see the Grand Canal out to the left and gondolas go by with regularity." He snorted. "In the words of the great Sammy Sosa, ‘The CIA’s been berry, berry good to me."

Webb laughed and turned around. "You’re insane you know that. Jesus. I can’t take you anywhere. What are you going to do when you have to dress yourself?" He joked as he straightened his partner’s tux tie. He was careful not to spend too much time at it. «Just the right amount of time. What happened in Paris was a fluke. Sarah was there. It was the three of us. I’m just glad he didn’t obsess over it. Damn it was incredible though.»

"Hey, you’ll do fine." Webb said softly.

"I’m not worried about it. You’ll do your part. But don’t push it. No reason for you to get beat up over it. Just a small diversion, okay?"

"I’ll do my drunken act, you’ll get the safe open – what’s the combination?"

Galindez sighed but rattled off, "Two full rotations right past six, left to twelve, right to fifteen, twist the knob, open the door then the key pad code to the inner door is eight-six-five-two."

"You’re sure you’re comfortable with the camera?"

"Yes, dad. I take the pictures, transmit, wipe and toss the damn thing out the window into the canal. A thousand dollars worth of state of the art equipment! What a waste."

"Yeah and if Donatello’s boys catch you with it, they’ll kill you without asking any questions. And I’ll have to spend the next six years back in South America."

They were sniping like brothers before a double date. Neither wanted to acknowledge the bond they felt for the other. A bond that had only a little to do with an incredible weekend in Paris spent with a certain Marine colonel. The fun and sex the three of them had shared was good – better than good. It had been the fulfillment of a fantasy that neither man had ever dreamed. No, it was more than that. They were good partners, complimenting each other. And, if either man would admit it, they were friends, inexplicable friends but fast friends regardless of their disparate backgrounds. One had gone to Harvard and had been on the fast track for much of his career until one too many favors for Harmon Rabb had sent him into exile in Surinam. The other had a two-year degree from the Taos Community College, ten years with the Marines and five years with the Taos Police Department. After a yearlong stint in Afghanistan, the CIA had approached him to work for them full-time. It’d never been anything he had considered, but he found he was good at it, and under Webb’s tutelage, getting better.

The silence stretched a little too long and both of them looked away from the other. "You have any idea who’s going to be there tonight?" Victor finally asked as he walked over to the bar and poured a small scotch. "You want one?"

"No to both questions." Webb looked at his watch. "I’ll drink enough tonight to keep up appearances." At Victor’s look he allowed his lips to twist up a fraction. The smile was gone almost before it appeared. "Don’t worry. Like you said, I’ve got drunken sot down pat."

"You hear from her?"

Webb studied him for a moment, knowing exactly whom he was talking about. It had been two months since Paris. And as far as Webb knew, two months since Galindez had been with anyone. The exact same about of time it had been for Webb. Of course, they had been damn busy. That weekend of incredible sex and strolling along the streets of Paris was as close as either of them had in the way of vacation. Tonight was the culmination of a mission that had started in the office of the American Ambassador to France. The papers that Victor would copy tonight and transmit to Langley would net them a hell of a lot and they should be able to go home for a real vacation. He wanted everything to go smoothly tonight. He wanted to see his mother. But he would like to see Sarah MacKenzie again. If that meant seeing her with Victor, then he could deal with it. In fact… "No. You?"

"Just that email I showed you. That was a pretty big case they assigned her and Rabb."

"Well, when this is over, maybe we’ll look her up."

Victor cocked his eyebrow. «WE’LL look her up? He wants a repeat of Paris. Good.» He licked his lips and saw the effect the gesture had on Webb. He saw the faint blush and the way the other man’s eyes dilated. «Very good. Jesus. I can’t believe I feel this way about him. I wonder if. No. Only with Sarah.» "Definitely. Of course, I don’t know for sure if she’s back in DC. Maybe we should send her an email."

"Yeah. After we get the goods on Donatello."

"You ready?"

"On my way. When I get outside, we do a final check of the mics and earphones."

"Oh man. Would you look at this place!" Harmon Rabb stared at the gold gilt that covered every object that wasn’t covered in red and gold fabric or mirrored.

Sarah MacKenzie sighed and considered the huge ballroom in the 700-year old building. She hadn’t wanted to come to the function with Rabb but he’d insisted that they needed to make an appearance before heading back home. The investigation into the drug ring run by three Marine officers assigned to the base at Gaeta had taken nearly six weeks. She wanted to go home. «It would be nice to get there in time to see the cherry blossoms.» Maybe figure out where her favorite spies were stationed. She was tired of doing for herself and wanted a rematch of Paris. «I wonder if they do. What an incredible weekend. I certainly have never looked at Harmon Rabb the same since. Why the hell is he looking at me like that? He hasn’t looked at me like that since before the tribunal. What’s he thinking about? He’s smirking at me.» "What?"

"Oh nothing. You’re just looking particularly beautiful tonight. I like that dress." Harm flashed her one of his patented killer smiles – the one that always melted the heart of any woman.

"Thank you." «He’s not putting the moves on me. Send in the Clowns, my dear. My feet are firmly on the ground. It took too long to get over you. It took two nights with two spies, but I am past you. Not even a one night stand to see what we missed out on.» "I had to buy it here, but that’s okay, you can put it on your expense account. You’re the one who felt we had to come and I left my dress mess back in the states."

Instead of grousing, he leaned closer. "Well, seeing as I paid for it, I think I should be entitled to it. I’ll come by afterwards and…"

"Red light, Commander." «He’s making a pass!» "I’ll pay for it myself." She deftly sidestepped his hand as he reached out for her arm. "Signore Donatello." She greeted the gray-haired man who had been the source Rabb had found to implicate the Marines. She didn’t like the man. Something rang false. But, when she had mentioned her concerns to Rabb he had pooh-poohed her arguments.

"Ah, Colonel MacKenzie!" The Italian arms dealer took her hand in his and kissed the pulse point on the inside of her wrist. "May I be allowed to say that while you look beautiful in your uniform, in this dress you make every other woman in the room pale by comparison?"

"Uhm…thank you."

"It was good of you to invite us tonight, Signore Donatello. You have an impressive home." Rabb stood a little closer to Mac and she didn’t mind one bit. She knew it was just male posturing on Harm’s part but Donatello gave her the creeps.

Donatello just let his eyes flicker a note of recognition of Rabb. "Yes, impressive and very expensive to maintain. Any home in Venice is." He leered at Mac. "Perhaps, later, you will allow me to show you the rest of the manor. Of course, the lower levels have been underwater for nearly fifty years, but still the rest – well, I’m very proud of it."

"Perhaps." Mac extricated her hand from Donatello’s grasp. "Tell us about this room."

"S’cuse me." A slurred voice said just before Mac felt herself nearly pushed into Donatello’s embrace. "Oh, lady. Please ex-cuse me."

Mac turned around and nearly gasped in surprise. Rabb hissed his own shock but Donatello pulled her aside and stepped forward. "Mister Palmer."

Clayton Webb almost lost it. He was good, but he wasn’t sure if he was this good. «Holy shit! Oh shit! Don’t give me away.»

Mac recovered first. Cold distain dripped from her voice. "I beg your pardon."

"Palmer, you’re drunk."

"No I’m not, Signore Donatello. Not yet anyway. Hey." He raked his eyes over Mac. «Jesus that’s an incredible dress. Shit, shit, shit! Does Victor know she’s here?» "Damn, you are a complete knockout. Save me a dance, you sexy thing."

"I doubt it." Mac turned away. "Commander, I would like a drink."

"Hey! Me too," Webb said.

"Mr. Palmer." Donatello gripped Webb’s arm just above the elbow and steered him away from Mac and Rabb.

"Oh man. What have we walked into?" Rabb said as he led her to the bar.

Mac didn’t say anything at first. She was scanning the room for Victor. «There he is. Damn he looks really nice in that tux. What’s the game plan, guys?» "I don’t know, but Victor is over there."

"Where? Oh there. Damn. Do they need our help?"

"Now, why would you think that?" She bent over the bar table and asked for tonic and lime. "What do you want, flyboy?"

"Scotch." Rabb said letting his eyes flicker from the disheveled Webb to the impeccably dressed Galindez. "Now there’s something that I never would have thought I would see." He couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

"Harm." Mac hissed. "Don’t even look at them."

"Jeeze. Give me some credit, Mac." Rabb made a show of studying everyone in the room. "You think we should mingle?"

"I think we should wait for some kind of signal from one of them."

"Man, what are the odds?"

Victor groaned out loud. He hadn’t seen them walk into the room. «Very unprofessional. What the hell are we going to do? Damn Mac looks great! The Commander will probably ruin it. Please don’t look this way.» Before he could get into a position to warn Webb, his partner walked through the doorway and clumsily stumbled into Mac. Victor couldn’t see any change of expression, but he knew that the shock was as great for Webb as it had been for him. He watched in sick fascination as Mac and Webb played it just right. He held his breath waiting for Rabb to say something, but whether it was the surprise at seeing the spy there, or the name Webb had chosen, he didn’t hear Rabb say anything. The mic encased in the top button cover of Webb’s tuxedo shirt was transmitting to the tiny earphone, invisible in Victor’s ear.

He watched Donatello lead Webb to the far side of the room, heard the hissed warning. "I don’t know why you are here tonight, Mr. Palmer. I have nothing for you."

"Hey, I can’t come and have a nice evening? Free food, free booze. Damn fine looking woman that. Why didn’t you introduce me?"

"Because you are drunk and her partner would kick your ass."

"Hey I can take care of myself. What do you mean, partner. Who is she?"

"None of your business, Palmer. Just stay away from them, or I will toss you out of here. You aren’t that important to my business that I can’t do without you."

"That’s not what you said when I gave you that warning about the raids on the warehouse."

Victor looked away. They had argued about that. He didn’t like the fact that Donatello was making money off of drugs, but he had to admit that his terrorist connections would prove to be invaluable. Besides, he knew Webb was already making plans to take down Donatello. «Why the hell are they here?»

"Just stay away from her, Palmer, I have my sights on the pretty Marine Colonel myself."

"Marine Colonel? That fine piece of ass is a Marine colonel? No thank you. Though she’s probably a wildcat in bed."

"I plan on finding out. And I don’t want you to spook her. We’ll dance, I’ll offer her a special cocktail, with the right additive, and I will have her in my bed."

«Over my dead body, you bastard!» The two partners exchanged the only glance they would share that evening.

"Hey, no problem. All I want is one dance. Then you can do what you want. I just want to say I’ve danced with a Marine." Webb pulled his arm free of Donatello’s grasp. He turned away from the man and grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waiter. With an exaggerated bow he turned toward the windows overlooking the canal. Lifting his glass to his lips he whispered softly. "Hang tight buddy. We’ll figure it out. You still have to get the stuff."

Victor lifted his glass too and turned so no one could see his lips move. "How are we going to warn Mac?"

"The same way I’m going to cause our diversion. You’ve got to learn to take the opportunities that the gods give you, my friend. Just do your job and listen to dear old dad."

He made a show of drinking great quantities of booze, dumping most of them when he could. Mac was talking earnestly to Rabb who couldn’t help but keep glancing his way. «Good. Just don’t look at Victor. Now what? Oh man, you’re as obvious as Chegwidden when he wants to have a piece of my hide. Why couldn’t it have been AJ with Mac tonight? Shit. This is never going to work. Yeah, say a few words to each person. Work your way over here to me. You dumb son-of-a-bitch. Mac looks like she is ready to kill you. Shit! Donatello is looking right at her. Damn. I’m going to have to warn Rabb.»

"Victor?"

"Yeah. I’m ready. I see the door. Hey! The guard is helping a little old lady who dropped her glass."

"Go!" «Damn! For once we got lucky. I don’t have to put on two shows. This may go okay.» "Just keep your eyes open. You know the tap codes if you can’t talk."

"Yes, dad."

Rabb was several people away from him and fortunately it looked like the group had taken a shine to him. Webb needed to concentrate on any signal that Victor would send him.

The whisper caressed his inner ear. A more experience operative wouldn’t bother, but then Webb hadn’t cared about any partner the way he cared about Galindez. "I’m up the stairs. The guard up here just turned the corner. If the dry run was right, he’ll be gone three minutes, ten seconds." Webb forced himself to carefully collapse into one of the chairs and practically sprawl in it. Most of the people had left him alone. The party was cocktails, hor d’oevers and dancing. People were standing around talking, though a few were moving about the center of the huge room, which had seen the likes of Machiavelli and a dozen Borgias dance and plan intrigue. He supposed it was fitting. He heard the click as Victor picked the lock of the door to Donatello’s office. "I’m in. I’m at the mirror."

Donatello was standing talking to Mac and suddenly Webb wanted nothing more than for Rabb to strike up a conversation. He wanted to warn the top gun, even if they ran the risk of blowing the mission. No way was Donatello going to get his hands on their girl. «She would kick your ass if you ever called her that to her face. Don’t dance with him, Mac!»

Mac could feel Webb staring at her. She could no longer see Victor and figured he was off doing the hard part of whatever it was the two of them were up to. «Why here? Is Donatello dirty? Is his intel any good? Will our case suffer? I really need to talk to them. I hope Harm doesn’t blow it. At least he is taking it slow. Hey! Buster, move your hand off my ass.» She paused in the dance step and glared at her host. He smirked at her but moved his hand back to her waist. "Thank you." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Your pardon. But you are a most attractive woman."

"Again, thank you. My boyfriend thinks so."

"Ah. You are spoken for. This boyfriend has declared his intentions?"

«Okay. So I get kicked out of the feminists’ club but jerks like this don’t respond to feminist rhetoric.» "Actually quite forcefully and his best friend happens to be my partner, who will report any indiscretion on my part."

"And rush to your defense?"

"And bust my chops." «Lord. Why don’t I just leave? This cretin really gives me the willies.»

"And why would a woman as beautiful as you allow any man to strike her?"

Mac saw the hungry look in his eyes and she was suddenly not just pissed but afraid. "Not strike me. Never that. It’s an expression. It means he would give me a hard time about it and he would be very hurt. I like him too much to do that." «Thank God the song is over.» "If you will excuse me, Signore, I need to powder my nose."

"Got it! Damn you should see the money here. Here’s the book. I’m starting. Shit! What was that?"

Webb thought his heart would stop. «I’m going to kill him. What the hell happened? Is that a door? Holy shit! What the hell?» He forced himself to sit perfectly still. He had decided that Mac would be his diversion. He could warn her and get kicked out of the party all at the same time. But no way was he leaving Victor in the lurch. That wasn’t what partners did. «Talk to me! Give me a tap or some…Thank God!» He took a true drink of the scotch in his hand when he heard the "Okay" signal tapped against the button mike. He took another when he heard the door close and heard Galindez deeply exhale.

"Oh man. You were right about keeping the mirror closed. The guard came back early."

«Told you so. Where is Mac? How long does it take to freshen up? If Donatello leaves the room, I’ve got problems. Rabb, stop gabbing and get over here. Oh hell, there’s a blond there. Well so much for that plan.» He made a pretense of struggling to his feet.

"Got it all, I’m putting the book back. There’s some good stuff in here. It’s sent to Langley. They just sent the confirmation and the orders to destroy the camera." Webb heard the window being pushed open. "Damn all this money and there’s no alarm."

«We’re three stories above a sewer masquerading as a waterway and you wonder why they don’t bother to put alarms on the windows?» He knew he only imagined that he heard the splash of the phone, but he still breathed a sigh of relief. «There’s Mac. She looks determined about something. I hope I never piss her off that bad. It looks like she wants to leave. Yep. She’s got her eye on Rabb. Well, time to set this in motion. Come on, guys, help me out here. Yes!» The band started playing a waltz and Webb made his move.

He stepped in front of her. "Hey beautiful. I want my dance!"

"Palmer!" Donatello snapped from across the room.

"Oh come on. Our host said you were a Marine. I’ve never danced with a Marine. Please." His whine was as pathetic as he had managed in Paris.

Mac stood there for a moment, eyeing him with amused disgust. She could see Donatello start across the dance floor. Rabb was just standing there staring at them with that stupid amazed look on his face. There was a blond standing next to him, her hand on his arm. "One dance, and you will behave," she growled as menacingly as she could manage.

"Yes ma’am." Webb grabbed her and made himself dance worse than he normally would. "Give me the signal, Victor, and I will have the lovely lady cold cock me." He grinned lasciviously at her. She kept her face in a stern countenance though her eyes sparkled. "What are you doing here, Mac?"

"Just a party my partner dragged me to. What are you two doing here?"

"Classified."

"You love saying that, don’t you?"

"You two are not going to start this shit again." Victor hissed in his ear.

"We’re making Victor nervous."

"Don’t worry, Gunny. I’ve got you covered. I’ll hurt him big time for you."

"Tell her to hold that thought. The guard has decided to smoke a cigarette."

"We need to prolong this a little. Oh, you need to make sure you don’t accept anything to eat or drink from Donatello."

Mac snorted. "Like I would. I’ve got his number, Clay."

"Yeah, well Donatello is one bad man. So don’t get cocky, Marine."

"Okay. How bad."

"Bad as in dirtier than Victor’s socks."

"Funny, partner. There goes the guard."

"He helped us with a drug case against three Marines."

"Well, I would double check his info. If he made your case, then you probably have the wrong guys."

"I knew it. I’m going to kill Rabb."

"Yeah. But not tonight, okay. Just get him out of here. We’ll talk about it later. Okay?"

"Okay." She gazed into his eyes. "What’s going to happen tonight?"

He frowned but didn’t drop her eyes. "Where are you staying?"

"We were at the base, but Harm figured we had our case and our bags are at the airport. We were going to change in the restrooms and board a flight tomorrow at 0400."

"Well, I suspect that your case is going to fall apart. If you can grab your bags, go to the Accademia Bridge. You can get there by gondola. Then go to 750 Dorsoduro. It’s a small building. You can’t miss it. The apartment is on the second and third floors. There’s a florist shop on the street level."

"Why? Is that your place?"

"My place? Ah no. I’m still paying penance for having the biggest bed in Paris. That’s Victor’s cover apartment."

"Are you two insane?" Galindez hissed in his ear. "We’re working here."

"Yeah, but not if everything goes well. Besides. If it doesn’t, I’d rather have the two of you get my butt out of a jam than just you, buddy."

"Yeah, right." Victor snorted, but Webb knew he was as pleased with the situation as he was. Now he waited for Mac’s approval.

"Okay. I’ll deal. Now what about me cold cocking you?"

"Sounds likes she’s looking forward to it. I can’t tell if I need it or not, so you better put on your show, Clay," Victor said.

"Victor says it’s show time." Webb murmured just before he lowered his hands from where they had rested lightly around her waist down to squeeze her ass. "Just pretend I’m Donatello."

"Please don’t." She immediately fell into her role.

"Oh come on baby, you like it." He pulled her closer and tried to kiss her.

"I said, don’t!" She jerked away. The other guests grew silent. Webb kept his eyes on Donatello who was starting toward them. Mac kept her eyes on Rabb who was completely ignoring the blond. She knew he was waiting for her signal. «He’s a good partner. He isn’t going to like that Donatello played him though.»

"Jesus. You stuck up bitch!" Webb screeched in his best girly voice. He reached and grabbed her arm.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" She hauled back, fisted her hand and lightly connected with his jaw.

Remembering Russia, he jerked back like AJ had slugged him and tripped over his own feet. "I see the guard, Victor, get out here," he managed to mutter before he rolled over onto his back. He started to struggle to his feet as Donatello and two guards rushed up to him. However, he felt strong hands haul him upright and spin him around. He found himself nose-to-nose with a very irate looking Navy Commander.

"Buddy, you must be too drunk to think. You’re lucky I got to you before she kicked your butt. The last man who tried anything with her ended up in the hospital."

Webb could see Rabb was having a blast. In fact, he was afraid that Rabb would burst into laughter. "Hey! Let me go!"

"The guards will escort him from the building, Commander Rabb," Donatello purred.

Rabb let him go and Webb made a production out of staying on his feet. "I’m fine." He smoothed his wrinkled suit and saw that Victor was leaning against a wall, drink in hand, studying the scene like everyone else in the room. "I can see myself out."

"No, I insist." Donatello signaled one of the guards. "You! Get back to your post!" he growled at the man for whom Webb had staged this little tableau.

Webb walked out of the building with as much dignity as the beefy guard would allow. Mac forced herself not to let her worry show on her face. "You’ll excuse me, Signore Donatello, however, it has been a long day and we have an early plane to catch."

"My dear, I cannot let you leave like this. Surely I can offer you a drink to steady your nerves."

Rabb took a long look at his partner. «There will be other blonds, besides maybe I can talk her into sharing a room tonight. Who knows, maybe it might work out after all? Nah. Once we start, it will be for keeps and there are an awful lot of blonds out there. But she wants to go.» "My partner doesn’t drink, Signore. But, she’s right. We have an early flight. I really want to thank you for your help. We’ll be able to put those men behind bars where they belong."

«Probably not. We have to figure out what to do. Oh good. Victor’s coming over.» She held out her hand. "Signore Donatello. I want to extend the thanks of a grateful Corps. It makes us all look bad to find a few bad apples. Thank you for a most interesting evening." She didn’t give Donatello a chance to say anything else. She turned away and purposefully headed for the door, thankful that she hadn’t bothered with a wrap.

Victor kept Donatello from following her. "I wish to say my good nights, Signore." He kept his face completely blank as he heard the ‘oomph’ and gagging in his ear as Webb began to vomit all over the man who had dragged him outside. He couldn’t break cover unless he thought Webb’s life was in danger.

"Signore Donatello does not want you to return." Victor heard the guard say just before he heard another thud. But what he heard next made feel a little better.

"That’s it." Webb said just before the guard swore. Victor heard the splash of water. "I told you I could make it on my own. I’ll see you back at your place, partner. I’m grabbing my stuff in case Godzilla here survives his swim in the canal." Victor suspected it had taken a lot of control for Webb to keep from gasping out in pain. «Cocky little bastard. I wonder if I’ll ever be that good.»

"Ah, Mister…" Donatello looked confused for a moment.

"Singer. Perhaps I will call upon you tomorrow." He turned and left before Donatello could say anything else.

He exited the villa to find Rabb helping Mac into a gondola. "May we offer you a lift?" Rabb said. It would have been rude to refuse. He looked around trying to see if he could see Webb, but there were guards all around and he dared not say anything.

"Thank you." He hopped in and sat facing them. He glanced at the helmsman and knew they couldn’t chance talking. "I’ll get off at the Rialto Bridge. My place isn’t that far from there." He hoped he didn’t confuse Mac. But she winked at him, letting him know she understood he didn’t want to get off at the bridge nearest his apartment.

Rabb however was giving him a look that said he wanted full disclosure. Well that works well for us. We’ll get off there and…"

Mac saw the look on Victor’s face. "No. We need to get back to the airport. We don’t want to miss the plane." «Geeze, Harm. You don’t have to be in the middle of everything!»"

But, Rabb had had enough. «I danced to your tune all night. I didn’t rush out of there after Webb. Besides, I want to make sure he’s okay. I owe him that much.» "Oh come on, Mac. I want to see the Piazza San Marco in the moonlight. You’ll show us, won’t you, Signore." It really wasn’t a request and Victor saw the sulky determination in Rabb’s eyes even in the dim light.

Mac sighed. «This is going to be harder than I thought. Besides, Webb will help convince him that the case against the three Marines is going to go down the toilet.»

Six streets away as Webb made his way to his tiny little apartment he heard the conversation perfectly. «The mic’s working better than I thought it would.» He sighed and then said softly, "Victor, let me think about this for a minute. I’m not comfortable staying at my place any longer. Donatello may decide to take out his frustrated libido on me. Go ahead and get off at Rialto. It’s far enough from your place and maybe you can convince him to take a water taxi to the airport. But I don’t know how we are going to keep Mac – and Buddy – we’re keeping Mac all to ourselves."

Galindez pursed his lips then let his eyes roam over Mac’s body. It was fairly dark with just a few decorative lights along many of the small railings high above them. «Rabb, you can definitely fuck up the best laid plans.» In case the gondolier was in the pay of Donatello he smiled and said, "Well, I suppose I can show you that. It really is quite nice in the moonlight."

"Excellent." «Did he just check out my partner? Well, well. But then he’s not in the Marines anymore. I guess he can appreciate her now. Be careful though, Victor. She busted my chops for the remark, but all the men she’s been with usually regret it. Yeah. Maybe I’ll just let her keep the dress and sleep alone tonight. If we get any sleep at all that is.» Just to tweak Galindez’s nose he stretched and rested his arm around Mac’s shoulders. «Ouch. If looks could kill! I wonder what happened in Paris. Did you make a pass then too? What did she say? She never talked about that. I didn’t get back until…what was it? Nearly a week after she did. She seemed like she was pretty damn happy there for a while. Holy cow. I bet Webb was fit to be tied. Did she? With Victor? Nah. Never happen. She’s waiting for me. Nope. This is my Jarhead. Mic Brumby taught her a lesson. She’s not playing that game.»

Mac caught the look in Victor’s eyes when Rabb rested his arm around her shoulder. «Terrific. I may get testosterone poisoning. This ought to be very interesting. Well, it’s a tight fit sitting next to Rabb. I guess that’s the whole intent of these damn seats. Encourage snuggling. Oh when Webb gets here it ought to crank it up a notch or two.» She kept her eyes locked on Victor’s; a small smile quirked her lips. «Dear God. He can’t think that…There’s no way he can think that Harm and I are anything more than partners. Come on, Gunny, not after Paris, you big dope.» She tried to communicate the fact with a sly little wink that she knew her partner couldn’t see, but Victor’s expression never changed. When the gondolier announced the bridge, Victor hopped out and immediately reached down to help Mac out of the boat. Rabb turned to pay the gondolier and Victor took the opportunity to tug at her a little too hard. He found her lips buried in his neck and she didn’t waste any time. Biting down and sucking she felt his hands cup her breasts before gently pushing her away.

He couldn’t say anything because Rabb turned just as she righted herself. "You okay?"

"Just fine." Her voice betrayed nothing. The lights were too dim to highlight the blush suffusing her skin.

"Now where?" Rabb demanded.

"Well, the Piazza is over that way on the other side of the sestiere." Victor watched as the gondolier shoved off and continued on his way down toward the Grand Canal. Once Victor was comfortable that the man was out of earshot he continued. "But you really don’t care about that, do you, Commander?"

"Not really. Where’s Webb?"

Webb heard the petulant demand and answered without Victor repeating the question. "I’m just heading out my door. The place is clean. Hold on a minute." Victor held his breath until Webb continued. "Just a street cleaner. You guys got off at Rialto?"

"Yeah. I thought it best," Victor said.

Rabb looked confused for a minute then realized the complete setup. "Incredible."

Mac just smiled. «You have no idea, partner. Now what am I going to do to get rid of you so I can rediscover just how incredible.»

"You guys aren’t going to be able to ditch him are you?"

"Roger that."

"Oh knock off the Marinespeak, Victor. I guess we meet at your place and fill him in. Unless…Ask Rabb if he can get rooms at an airport hotel. Tell him I’m being followed."

"Are you?"

"Not that I can tell. But I don’t take anything for granted. Don’t worry, dad’s working on it."

"Webb thinks he’s being followed. He wants to know if you can get rooms at an airport hotel."

"Hell if I know. I guess. It’s late."

"Tell him to stop whining," Webb sighed in Victor’s ear.

"Well, let’s try." Mac was trying to follow what was going on. In Paris she had been part of the team. Now she was an outsider and she didn’t like it one bit. «I have to figure out a way to get him to go away.» "Webb told me that we couldn’t trust the information that Donatello gave us."

"Great. Just great. How long have you two know that?" Rabb put his hands on his hips. "You know, I have the Patterson trail on Monday. I really wanted to get home and get some stuff done."

His voice was rising with each new sentence and Victor and Mac were just staring at him.

"Jesus, is he easy or what?" Webb chuckled. "Victor, just get them to the airport. Don’t bother with a hotel room. Mac said their cases were there. By the time you get there I’ll have everything under control. What the hell time is it in DC?"

Victor could have done without the sound effects in his ear as Webb clicked his tongue trying to do the conversion. "Jesus, how hard is it? Its 17:30 there."

"Where?" Rabb demanded.

"Now you’ve gone and done it. Tell him Langley."

"Back home. Webb needs to report. He says just get you to the airport. He’ll meet us there."

"I’ll contact you when you get there. I’m turning off the mic. Keep the chatter down though, I want to know if anything happens but I can do without Rabb’s whining."

It took nearly forty-five minutes to reach Aeroporto Marco Polo, but when they did, Webb was waiting for them; the smile on his face gave nothing away. Victor wondered what was up his partner’s sleeve. «Damned cocky little son-of-a-bitch, but he’s good, I’ll give him that.»

"Hey, took you guys long enough." Webb held up his hand when Rabb started to open his mouth. "Rabb, buddy, I know, I know. You’re ticked off. We had no idea we were stepping on your toes. I’ve already apologized profusely to AJ. Man, we owe him too much to keep you in the dark."

"Oh brother." Mac and Victor muttered and rolled their eyes heavenward. «A little thick Mr. Webb.» Mac played along though. "Well I should say so. We’ve put a lot of time into this case. You going to fill us in!" She gave him her best glare but had to look away before she burst into laughter. «Ha! Your lips twitched. I saw them twitch. You better have a good plan. You called the Admiral!»

Rabb took the proffered hand, narrowing his eyes a bit. This wasn’t the Webb he had known. «But I guess Suriname really whipped him good.» "You sure you weren’t followed?"

«In your dreams, Rabb.» "No, I’m not. But I’ve been keeping an eye out. I think we’re safe. I got airport security to loan us a room we can use. AJ is waiting for our call." «Don’t over play it, smart-ass. You’re showing off for Victor and Mac. Just play it as it lays.»

He led them to a small room. "We’ll have to use this." He held up a cell phone with a small speaker nodule attached. "A little better than you can get at Radio Shack." He punched in a number and Chegwidden’s voice floated into the room.

"Chegwidden."

"Admiral. Colonel MacKenzie and Commander Rabb are here with me now."

"Fine. Now fill me in exactly on how the CIA has managed to find a discrepancy in a case that Rabb and MacKenzie haven’t even put in a report on yet."

"Well you see AJ. We didn’t know the Navy was working a concurrent investigation. Well not really concurrent. I understand you’re mostly concerned with the drug dealing aspects of the case."

"We are concerned with the Naval aspects of the case, Mr. Webb. Commander Rabb feels that the three Marines are guilty."

Rabb groaned as Webb shook his head. "Not if he got the information he needed to make the case from Carlo Donatello."

"How bad?"

"Donatello doesn’t give up his people. It’s one of the things that make them rally round him. But, he is has no qualms about framing innocents. Rabb…" Webb was suddenly all business. "Do you have any corroborating evidence for the three that didn’t come from Donatello?"

"Give me a break, Webb. You think I graduated yesterday? Of course…" He bit is upper lip and paused. Yanking the tie loose from around his neck he began to pace.

Mac watched and almost felt sorry for her partner. «I told you so! Damn it. All that work for nothing.» She stepped closer to the small phone. "Admiral."

"Colonel. How bad is it?"

"Well, the only information we have that didn’t come from Donatello actually cast a doubt on the case."

Webb and Victor both raised an eyebrow. They could see what it cost her to ‘rat out’ her partner. She might very well be ‘their Marine’ but she still owed Rabb her support.

They waited for Rabb to explode but all he did was sigh, "She’s right, Admiral. Damn it. Donatello’s rep was beyond reproach. Everyone we talked to said his integrity was unimpeachable. We’ll have to start from scratch, Admiral. I’m really sorry, sir."

"Admiral," Mac spoke before Webb could begin his arguments. "Commander Rabb has the Patterson case on Monday. I don’t believe he’s had time to prepare."

Rabb glared at her. "Sir, you’ll have to re…"

"Excuse me, Commander, but I don’t HAVE to do anything." Chegwidden’s voice snapped. "You and the Colonel have had five weeks to look into this. I’m getting my assed chewed by the SecNav. And!" Even from 5,000 miles away they could all hear the contempt dripping form the man’s voice. "If you will remember, SENATOR Patterson specifically asked that YOU be assigned to his son’s case."

"But sir!" Rabb looked like he was going to cry.

Mac sighed. «Shit I don’t believe you, Harm. Just go home. I could’ve handled it better myself. But I can’t say anything further. He’s already going to bust my chops the first chance he can get because I reminded the Admiral of the Patterson case. Not that Chegwidden needed me to remind him. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. But I really need to be away from him. He’s been incorrigible on this case. Forget the possibility of great sex – well don’t forget it. But damn, I really need to be away from him.»

"AJ, I figure I owe you one. Victor and I have to check out something in Rome tomorrow anyway. Gaeta is 70 miles from there…"

"This is a Navy matter, Webb. But I can’t spare the manpower. Rabb!"

"Sir." He almost came to attention.

"Get on that plane. I’ll have Tiner meet you at the airport. Give Mac all the necessary information. Mac?"

"Yes, sir?"

"You’re in charge. Use whatever resources are available to you. Don’t check anything without backup. Do you understand me?"

"Sir! Yes, sir." Mac kept her eyes focused on the small phone.

"Admiral. I really don’t like this." Rabb tried once again.

"Tough, Commander. Don’t make me spell it out for you. If you aren’t on that plane and in the car with Tiner EXACTLY as I have laid it out, I will bust your ass back to Ensign and transfer you to Iceland. You aren’t worth having to face down an angry senator who happens to be on our oversight committee. Don’t try and weasel out of it. Don’t even LOOK for a loophole. This is now officially Colonel MacKenzie’s case. Mr. Webb, a word in private, please."

Webb wasn’t sure who was more stunned, Rabb or himself. Gulping he picked up the phone and disconnected the speaker nodule. "Yes, Admiral?" His expression didn’t change and he never took his eyes off the security rules posted on the far wall of the room. "Yes, sir. I understand. Good night." He hung up the phone but didn’t turn to face them immediately. When he did his face was a blank. "Come on Harm. Let’s get you to the plane."

"Look, Clay. Can’t you figure out a way..."

"Harm. You owe me. You owe me big time. The least you can do is to keep me from getting every bone in my body broken. Now let’s get you to the plane." He kept his voice level and only Victor saw the glint of humor spark in his eyes.

Forty minutes later the three stood there as Rabb made his way through the security check.

Taking Mac’s arm he purred seductively, "Now Mistress. How may the CIA aid and assist the Navy in its investigation? Transportation you say? Not a problem. Let’s pick up your bags. My suitcase is in a locker too. Victor’s place is on the way, we’ll let him pack and then onto the train station at Santa Lucia." He leaned closer and growled. "And, because it is the train from Switzerland, I was able to book a private compartment. Have you ever done it on a train, Sarah?"

"You’d be surprised where I’ve done it, Clay." She reached out her free hand to Victor. "You’ll protect me from his more adventuresome side, won’t you?"

"Oh I don’t know, Sarah. I’ve come to appreciate many of his ideas. Of course, you have your fair share of interesting ideas too."

"Oh, and you don’t have any ideas on the subject, I supposed?" Webb grinned as he led them to the lockers.

After retrieving her bags she looked toward the restrooms. "Do I have time to change?"

"Why? I love that dress," Victor said.

"Yeah. Me too. Besides. We’re both in our tuxes. Of course, mine looks awful." Webb groused.

"Well then I guess we’ll have to make sure that Victor’s gets mussed." Sarah grinned so evilly that Victor didn’t know whether to be aroused or miffed.

"This is my only tuxedo."

Webb sighed. "I’m working on him. He hasn’t needed a tux until now." He found them transport back to Victor’s apartment, keeping the extremely expensive water taxi waiting at the Accadamie Bridge with the promise of a huge tip.

Mac wandered around the apartment. "This is wonderful. Oh my goodness. I wish we could stay here."

"Me too, beautiful," Webb stood behind her and caressed his hands up and down her arms, taking the opportunity to nibble at her neck.

"Nice," she twisted slightly until their lips joined. Webb groaned in her mouth as she thrust her tongue between his lips.

"Hey! No fair." Victor laughed from the stairs, suitcases in hand. He hadn’t taken the time to change.

"Big baby." Webb let her go and she sashayed up to Victor and demanded a kiss from him. "Gee. Let me get those out to the taxi." Webb said as his partner dropped the suitcases and engulfed her in his arms. They joined him promptly and Victor settled the luggage as Clay helped Mac down into the boat. "Santa Lucia." He told the pilot before they settled in the seat, Mac between the to men. The pilot kept his eyes on the canals, so they were able to steal a few kisses and caresses, but mostly Mac and Victor played tourists as Webb pointed out some of the more interesting sights on their way to the train station.

Once they arrived at the train station, Mac insisted upon keeping their luggage. "I don’t know what you two have planned for the train ride – it’s about four and a half hours and I really want to change before we get into Rome. Even if nothing happens, I’m going to feel rather silly. I do now," she hissed softly, aware of the glances and sly grins from the other passengers.

"Sure. Not a problem." Webb went off to confer with the conductor. When he returned the triumphant smirk was firmly in place.

"Oh yeah, he’s going to be a joy to live with," Galindez sighed.

"Hey, what can I say? When you’re good, you’re good. The conductor said that the private compartment has overhead racks." His smirk grew to a boyish grin that made Mac’s stomach to little flip-flops. «He is so damn cute when he smiles. Dear lord I’m falling in love with him. No. This is just friendship and remarkable sex. There’s no future in this for any of us. They know it. Lord, I can only imagine the look on Rabb’s face if he even suspected.» "He offered to make up the beds if we wanted to sleep. I guess I looked a little tired."

"He didn’t." Victor snorted and then blushed. "He knows there are three of us?"

Clay shrugged. "I told him not to bother. However, with the tip I gave him, he wouldn’t care if we brought a sheep on board."

"Ewwww. You’re disgusting." Mac picked up her bags and walked over to the conductor who was eyeing them. "Thank you very much. Could you please leave this one down? There is a private bathroom?"

"Si." He grinned but at Mac’s cocked eyebrow he quickly picked up the cases and climbed into the car.

"Well this is much nicer than you would find in the states." Mac sighed contentedly as she flopped down on one of the long thickly cushioned bench seats. "Very plush. Oooh. What’s that?" She pointed to the small pop-up table next to the window. "Coffee! Pastries!" She practically cooed.

"Never get between a Marine and her breakfast Victor." Webb stood there watching her pour coffee into the cups. «She’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. But from the looks he’s been giving her all night, Victor is besotted with her too. Where the hell is this headed? Gee, we’ll find a little house – maybe next door to AJ – yeah, that’s the ticket – idiot! Enjoy the moment, for tomorrow we may die.»

Victor sat down on the seat across from her and studied her as well his partner. «I can’t believe this. It really is a dream and I’m going to wake up any minute. This isn’t me. I don’t do this kind of thing. How would I ever explain this to my mother? I ever confess this and the priest will give me days, weeks, months, worth of penance. But damn they feel good to be around. I can’t believe the look on Webb’s face. He’s in love with her. Well, why not. I’m in love with her too. But I know there’s no future in it. But maybe…»

"Victor?" Mac’s voice brought him out of his reverie. "You okay?" She held out a cup to him.

"Me? Never better. Just glad to be sitting down on something bigger than those benches in the water taxi."

She turned and picked up another cup to hand to Clay. But he didn’t reach out for it. He stood there just watching her. «His eyes are so dark. What is he thinking about?» "Clay?"

"Yes, Sarah?"

"Coffee?"

"Hmmm? No. No coffee. You. I want you."

She gulped and looked behind her. Just outside the window people were still milling around. "Uhm…You think we should at least wait until the train starts to move?"

"No. Want you now."

Victor barely had time to rescue the cup from her hand as Clay pulled her into his embrace. He knew the windows were tinted but still, he stood and pulled down the shade. When he turned around he groaned at the sight of his partner devouring Sarah. Their lips were fused together, his arms were wrapped around her; one hand fisted in her hair, the other was kneading her ass, crushing the silk of the fiery red dress that had hugged her body all night. The sounds they were making, moans and rumblings of pleasure, accentuated by the sound of their clothes rustling, was overpowering and he found himself slowly drawn to them. «Will they allow it? Will he? Donatello could walk in the door right now and he wouldn’t even hear him. She’s completely bewitched him. This is unbelievably erotic and dangerous.» Tentatively, he reached out his hand and with the tip of one finger traced the line of her neck. He felt the shock clear to his cock and it was like a circuit had been thrown. Crushing her tighter (if that was possible) against his partner, Victor placed his lips against her neck.

«Oh God! Too much! How can I stand this? Do they know what they do to me?» Bright bolts of intense heat coursed through her veins. She was almost grateful when Clay pulled back. Together they gasped for air.

For a moment Clay barely registered the fact that she was sagging against Victor. But when he finally did, he reached out and ran his fingers through the spiky hair of his partner. «I’ve wanted to do that for months.» "I’ve dreamed about this, Sarah. Touching you. Touching Victor. What have you done to me?" A groan was her only response, but the look through her half-closed eyes was like a kick to the stomach and a caress to his cock all at the same time. Just as she lolled her head back to allow Victor to capture her lips, a frenzy seized Clay and he grabbed the straps of her dress and yanked them over her shoulders, freeing her breasts for his mouth.

Victor forced himself to keep his eyes open. In the dim filtered light he could make out the passion in his partner’s face. «Passion for her. But he said he wanted to touch me too. He admitted it. He wants this. She tastes so good. She smells like heaven. Her skin is so damn soft.»

Mac finally pulled her lips away from Victor and lowered her eyes so she could watch Clay torment her nipples with his fingers and his tongue. «He’s like a madman. Mad but so incredibly gentle.» She ran her finger through his hair only to find strong thick fingers joining hers. Victor’s breath was hot against her cheek, his lips enflamed her and his teeth left marks that would need to be covered. «I don’t care. This is too incredible» "Harder Clay, please baby, yes, yes, yes!" She felt her insides clinch as a tiny orgasm rippled through her.

Victor pulled his hands way from Clay’s head, caressing his rough fingers over her arms up to her neck, then back down to trace the line of her spine until he reached the zipper bunched in the material at her waist. "Off. I want this off now," he growled in frustration.

Webb was lost in the haze of her scent, her feel. «So soft and so strong. My – our – Marine. Oh baby, I’m going to make you scream.» He growled when she took his face in her hands. Resisted when she tried to pull him back up. But finally he stood to face her. She did not disappoint. He was dimly aware of the fact that Victor was struggling with the dress he had unceremoniously pulled to her waist. However, he was too lost in the euphoria of Sarah pulling his tux coat off his shoulders. He swooped in for another long kiss only to have it broken by her giggles.

"This will be so much better naked, Clay. Help me out here," she demanded as her fingers tried hard to loosen the tiny pearl buttons holding his shirt.

"It’s ruined anyway. Rip it off, Marine."

All the buttons went flying as she did. She mewled in delight as Victor grunted in triumph just before tugging her dress, pantyhose and panties down to her feet. She wrapped her arms around Clay’s neck, biting his earlobe as Victor lifted first one then the other foot to free her of her clothes and shoes.

Clay struggled out of his shirt and couldn’t help but hold her, rubbing his hands over her silken back.

Victor knelt there for a moment staring at her beautiful ass. Leaning forward he nipped one ass cheek causing her to shriek in a most pleasant way. Running his hands over her thighs until they met at her hips he gently spread her legs and pulled her back against his mouth.

"Oh wow. Oh yes. Victor, oh, baby feels so good." She sagged into Clay as Victor’s tongue began to trace a path from her anus to clit. She trembled as his fingers began to invade her, finally scratching the itch that Clay had caused there.

"You like him eating you, Sarah?" Webb demanded as he took her face between his hands and roughly kissed her, briefly but hard. "You like having both of us?"

"Oh yes. Oh Clay. So good. So very good. Please."

"Please what?" He released her face, only to cup both of her breasts in his hands. Rubbing his thumbs over the already rock hard peaks, he moved closer still. "Tell me what you want?"

"Please Clay, oh God." Her eyes fluttered and he watched her face transform from need to sheer ecstasy as an intense orgasm shook her.

He held her by the shoulders, gazing at her in awe. "So beautiful. You are incredible when you let go. Oh Sarah, I want to see that look over and over again."

Victor was amazed. «I barely touched her. She’s sopping wet and I can’t drink enough of her.» He fell back onto the seat. «Holy cow. We’re moving. I didn’t even realize that the train had left the station. Jesus, talk about being bewitched.» "Uhm…Clay?"

"Hmmm?"

"Won’t the conductor come by wanting our tickets?"

"Taken care of buddy. I made sure he won’t bother us until we get off at Rome." He gently lowered Sarah until she was sprawled on the seat across from them. Then he collapsed next to Victor. "She’s incredible isn’t she?"

"She’s not the only one." Victor gave into the feelings he had been fighting for nearly two months since they had last touched each other. He arched up off the seat, turned and captured his partner’s mouth in his.

For just a second Webb laid there stunned, but he quickly recovered and matched Victor’s passion, opening his lips to him, holding him close, groaning as Victor’s arm wrapped around him caressing his bare skin. When Victor moved his mouth from his only to bury it in his neck, he ran his hands under the waistband of Webb’s slacks. "I want to taste you again." He didn’t give Webb a chance to respond before he knelt before him, tugging at the closure of his tux pants. As with Sarah, he showed no finesse, but tugged slacks, the silk briefs and shoes and socks off in one fell swoop.

Clay sprawled there dazed by his own heightened arousal. Their eyes met and held as Victor slowly approached Clay’s straining cock. Clay shivered at the intensity in his partner’s gaze. What Victor lacked in subtly in removing Clay’s clothes, he more than made up for with the attention he paid to Clay’s cock. His tongue began a slow exploration of the head, twirling and lapping at it like he had with Sarah’s clit. In Paris, after her initial demand that they suck each other, they hadn’t been shy about touching or kissing, but it had been brief and always at the height of passion while pleasuring her. For two months, when he thought of that time, Victor found himself wondering what it would be like to purposefully pleasure his partner. Clay had done so much for him in the past two years. He was a complicated man, not prone to sharing, but he had shared with Victor; shared memories and fears, desires and needs.

Victor, still dressed in his tuxedo, ran his hands over his partner’s naked body as he sucked his cock deep into his mouth. He wanted desperately to pleasure him like Sarah had and he fought the urge to gag, but was unsure about how to do it. «Oh man, if my Marine buddies could see me now!» He was thinking about just shoving it down and praying he could do it, when he felt her stroking his hair and whispering, "Take it slow. Easy, Victor, breathe through your nose. Get used to it. Doesn’t he taste wonderful?"

Clay’s hand snaked around her neck and brought her lips to his for a brief, almost chaste kiss. "I can’t believe this." His free hand stroked the head of the man who was giving him so much pleasure. But his eyes never left hers. "You brought this into our lives." He analyzed the sudden look of fear on her face. Fear that he was somehow angry with her. "Never, never in my wildest dreams…oh God!" He arched up off the cushion as he felt his cock being pulled deep in to Victor’s throat. "So good. Oh Sarah, I do love you."

She stared at him in shocked disbelief, her heart pounding with terror at the realization that she loved him too. Closing her eyes, a tear began to form but he didn’t let it reach her cheek. He kissed it away before bringing her mouth back to his. «We’ll work it out. Somehow, someway, we will work it out.»

She stroked Victor’s head, encouraging him, yet it took a moment to get back into the delicious feelings. «Just enjoy it. We’ll work it out. We’ll figure out a way.»

Gently releasing Mac, Clay warned, "Victor! You better stop now." Victor just raised his eyes and, meeting Clay’s gaze, pulled back just a bit then sucked hard.

Clay saw stars then a bright flash of light as an intense orgasm overtook him. He cried out and arched off the seat, driving himself deeper into Victor’s mouth then collapsing back. He was shaking so hard, the sweat pouring off his body. "Oh God. Oh man. That was incredible. Oh Jesus, I’m going to pass out."

Mac curled up against his side while Victor sat, stunned on the floor before them. He ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth testing the taste there. «Interesting I guess. Not like a woman tastes, close but different.» He waited patiently for Webb to regain his composure.

Clay laid there, his arm around Sarah, still panting. The sun was streaming along the edge of the window shade bathing the neat little cabin in the bright halo of morning. "Sarah?"

"Yes, Clay?"

"Why is Victor still dressed?"

"Because we’re selfish and thought only of our own pleasure."

"Oh. Well just so there was a good reason."

"Beast."

"That’s Sexy Beast." Both men corrected her at the same time and then dissolved in to laughter. She gazed at them in confusion.

"Well?"

"It’s classified, Mac." Victor scooted back, laying his head against the other seat, his legs were still bent at the knees but she could see his erection clearly tenting his pants.

"Clay, Victor looks like he is in pain."

Clay breathed in deep through his nose then struggled to sit up. "We can’t have that, Sarah. He’s too good of a partner." He was keeping his tone to a light bantering but his eyes were deadly serious.

"He’s too good of a friend for that," Mac purred and she slid off the seat to kneel next to him. "I thought you said this was your only tux."

Victor gulped and nodded.

"Well you’ve damn near ruined the knees in the pants." Clay scooted down and knelt on the other side.

Victor’s eyes grew wide. «What are they thinking about doing? I feel like the prey of two sleek jungle cats.»

"Sit up, Victor. Let me take your jacket off." Mac tugged him until he was sitting up, his legs finally outstretched in front of him.

"She’s right, you look like you’re in pain there, buddy." Clay ran his hand over the bulge in Victor’s pants, caressing his thick cock through the material.

Victor reached down and grabbed his hand. "Careful my friend. I have every intention of making you take them into the dry cleaners."

Webb laughed. "No problem. Least I can do." He quickly undid the fastenings and zipper.

"Oooo. Suspenders, Clay. Why didn’t you have on suspenders?"

"I did. I took them off when I got home. They’re in my suitcase. It was one less thing to bother with. Besides the tux pants fit so well I don’t really need them."

"Braggart." Victor tried to keep the sneer in his voice but Clay fisting his cock was disconcerting.

"Hey, buster. I want some of that." Mac poked Clay. "Help me with his shirt."

"Actually, old son, this would be easier if you sat on the couch." They helped him struggle to his feet but before his butt hit the leather, Clay pulled down his trousers and underwear, leaving them around his knees for the time being concentrating on getting the buttons carefully undone. "Didn’t even dribble scotch or anything on it. There’s hope for you yet, Galindez."

"Fuck off, sir."

Finally they finished the job with much banter, touching and kissing of Victor and each other. Victor wasn’t idle as he pinched both of Mac’s firm nipples and Clays flat ones, eliciting moans of pleasure from both.

Mac gave Clay the signal and they began at Victor’s face and slowly worked the way down to his chest. "Feel how tight his muscles are, Clay."

"Makes me feel flabby, babe." Clay nipped at the skin just beside Victor’s belly button while Mac ran her tongue over and around it, pausing for a quick kiss with Clay. They ran their tongues down the trail of hair leading to his groin. All the while their hands were stroking the inside of his thighs. When they reached his cock, they lavished it with open mouth kisses up and down the shaft.

Victor tried hard to continue to pleasure both of them, but the sensations were becoming too much. He kept his eyes open and watched them as Clay began to suck him deep into his mouth while Mac played with his scrotum, kissing and sucking on each ball. «This is better than any of those damn smokers. Clayton Webb is sucking my cock! What the hell is that? Oh my God. He arched off the seat as he felt a slender finger gently press against his anus.»

"You like that, Victor?" Mac whispered huskily.

"Oh God, ma’am you have no idea. Too good. Please, oh Jesus, not like this. Please, Sarah. I want to be inside you. «I’m not going to get too many more chances. I know that. But I’m not saying anything. Not now. Not this week. Not for as long as we have.» "Please."

"Well Sarah, you heard him. But partner, before we’re through I’m tasting you too." Clay sat next to Victor and held his cock while Mac positioned herself over it. He guided the meaty shaft to her core and he had to look back and forth, unwilling to miss out on looks on either of their faces.

Mac sank down slowly until Clay was forced to pull his hand away. But still he stroked them, rubbing her clit and then caressing Victor’s cock as she rose up almost off of him. He was mesmerized by the way Victor’s cock stretched her. Held his breath each time she raised so high he thought Victor would fall from her, but he never did. Finally, Clay reached behind Sarah and did to her what she had done to Victor. His fingers were coated with both their fluids and his finger easily slid inside her anus.

"Oh yes! Oh I want that. I want both of you." She cried as she came hard and suddenly.

"You will baby. We have time." Clay whispered as he kissed her sweat-slicked back. He looked at his partner who still hadn’t come. A look of utter desperation momentarily confused him. «What the hell are you thinking about? You’re inside the most desirable person on the planet. For God’s sake, what’s wrong?»

Victor saw the concern on Clay’s face but he couldn’t help his feelings. «She feels so good. I’m so close. All I want to do is make it last as long as I can.» He groaned as he felt his balls tighten. Gripping her by the hips, no longer concerned with anything but the intense feelings boiling up inside him, he began to thrust up into her, holding her so tight he knew he would leave bruises where his finger bit into her skin.

Mac gripped Victor’s shoulders thrilled and scared by the way he was loosing control. Loosing it for her. She rode him like he was a bucking stallion and felt another longer orgasm begin. "Oh, oh, oh!" her voice rose with each wave of pleasure crashing over her. She would have had the conductor at their door if Clay hadn’t stood and captured her mouth in his, holding her tight, as Victor groaned out his own release.

They collapsed, Sarah within Victor’s embrace, Clay next to them, all in a sated trance. Victor laid there, his head back staring at the ceiling. «I’ll remember this forever. No matter what happens this was the most incredible experience of my life.»

Finally, Mac raised her head off Victor’s chest. "I’ve got first dibs on the bathroom." She stumbled off Victor’s lap and found the small carryon she always packed with her necessary bag and a change of clothes. "I won’t be long."

"Take your time, we’re going to see if we can find where our lungs are," Clay said never opening his eyes.

They lay there, side-by-side, both unwilling to break the silence. The high-speed train was virtually silent and Webb could clearly hear his partner’s breathing, still slightly labored. "You okay?"

"Never better."

"What’s the matter?"

"Not a thing, buddy."

Clay turned and studied him. «Then why do I get the feeling that you’re pulling away from me; from us? Please don’t let this ruin our partnership or our friendship.» "Victor…" Clay started but stopped, unsure of what to say.

Victor lifted his eyebrow then sat forward resting his elbows on his knees. "It was wonderful, but you have to understand, Paris was like a dream. It was new and wild and I really thought it was just that one time and I could just put it away. But now…It’s just a little strange for me…Particularly…" His deep tanned olive skin darkened to a golden copper with his blush. "Clay…I never…I mean in Paris it was because she wanted us too…I’m not…"

"I’m not either, Victor. Believe what you want about my privileged upbringing. Yes I went to Harvard, yes I went to some pretty exclusive prep schools, but you’re the only man I’ve ever done this with."

"And we only did it now because of Sarah." He said it emphatically.

Clay leaned forward too, mimicking his friend’s stance. "I suppose. But damn, it was wild."

"I’ll give you that. What next?"

Clay gulped. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, once we figure out what the hell is going on at the base in Gaeta, you do plan on continuing this…this…" he waved his hand toward the door. "Thing with Sarah."

"Yeah." Clay stood and looked down at him. "Yeah, I plan on continuing this thing with Sarah AND with you. It won’t interfere with our jobs, Victor. It can’t. That’s not who WE are." He fought the urge to put his fisted hands on his naked hips, knowing it would look ludicrous. "Unless you don’t want it. Does it make you uncomfortable? So uncomfortable that…"

"It goes against everything I was taught as a child, a Catholic and a Marine. Yeah. It does. But…"

"But?" Webb held his breath. «But what? Say it. Say you want it to continue. It doesn’t matter what I feel for her. What she feels for me. You’re part of this, damn it. I wish I could say it, but I won’t. You wouldn’t understand. I would scare the shit out of you. It does me.»

Victor stood and faced him. It was a luxury private compartment, but it was small enough that with the table open there wasn’t a lot of room left. He was surprised one of them hadn’t knocked it off its support leg. They were almost nose-to-nose. "But, I’m not ready to give it up. I’m here for as long as it feels so damn good."

The door to the bathroom opened and she stood there watching them. «What’s wrong? What happened? For goodness sakes I can’t leave them alone for ten minutes?» "Guys?"

"Yes, Mistress mine," Victor turned and grinned at her. "You done in there?"

"Yeah. Sorry it took so long." She looked from one to the other but both men managed smiles.

Victor walked by her and slapped her smartly on the ass. "I grew up with four sisters, Sarah. It wasn’t long at all. But…" he turned and smirked at Webb. "I beat you."

"Well don’t take all day or you may have company in there."

He looked inside the small compartment. "I don’t think so, bro." Victor closed the door.

"Clay?"

"Damn, you look great."

"Thank you. Is something wrong?"

"Heck no. You want coffee?"

"Yeah. And, one of those pastries, please. And, while you’re at it, how about the truth?"

"Sarah. Swear to God, nothing was said. Victor just seemed a little circumspect to me but when I asked him about it, he said he was fine."

She looked back to the closed washroom door and sighed.

Unsure with what she was thinking, he handed her the cup then reached up for his case.

She stood there watching the muscles rippled across his back. "You know, Clayton Webb, you have a nice ass."

He dropped the case with a thud.

"You okay out there?" Victor demanded over the running water.

"Yeah. Sorry, just dropped my suitcase."

"Clumsy."

Sarah picked up a pastry and bit into it trying hard to hide the grin that threatened. «He is so cute when he blushes. It makes him look vulnerable.»

He quickly found a shirt and slacks to change into. Pulling out his kit and some underwear he called. "This week Galindez."

"Yeah, yeah, Webb. Drink some coffee, kiss Sarah, but shaddup."

"He’s got your number I see." She handed him a cup of coffee. "It’s a little cold.

"S’kay. You can call for a fresh pot if you want."

"Nah, it’s fine. We need to talk about our plans once we get to Gaeta."

"After I get out…" He raised his voice. "Which would entail me actually getting in to clean up."

"Clay!" She hissed trying hard to suppress her giggles.

"You know…" Victor jerked opened the door. He was still naked, but now he was clean and shaved. He stalked up to Webb and put his nose close to his partner’s. "You are worse than any two of my sisters."

The tension was abated somewhat but after closing the door Webb stared into the mirror. «Don’t screw this up. It feels too good.» The shower, such that it was, was completed quickly, however he had no idea how Sarah managed to dry off and actually dress in the tiny space.

Out in the compartment, Mac was concerned about Victor. She was pretty sure something was bothering him. She didn’t think he realized that she was feeling something more for Clay than for him and when she considered it carefully, she wasn’t completely certain how much her feelings differed for the two men. They sat across from each other, both sipping their coffee and eating one of the pastries. "That was really incredible, Victor."

"Indeed it was, Sarah." He smiled at her, determined to not let the strange feelings coursing through him ruin a great time. "I hope we see as much of Rome as we did of Paris."

"I hope we see as much of each other as we did in Paris." She leaned forward. "It’s quite beyond anything I could have ever imagined or hoped for Victor. Having the two of you together is very special to me."

Three days later

It had gone better than any of them had really expected. The three Marines, locked in the base brig had actually given them some leads and the information that Victor had taken pictures of, and that the Agency relayed back to them, had pointed them in the right direction. To top it off, Webb had told them that the Italians were getting ready to take down Donatello for his drug dealing. "We’re out of it. Of course, they’re going to want us to go back to the Middle East and track down some of those leads you sent them."

Webb was driving the car they had rented three days ago in Rome. Mac had insisted that Victor sit in front next to him. She was stretched out in back, not really trying to sleep, but it had been her excuse. Fortunately, when he looked in the rear view mirror Webb could see her sparkling eyes. «At least Victor seems more at ease. I really couldn’t ask for a better partner. I won’t mind going back to Afghanistan and into Syria with him backing me up.»

"So bro, what’s the timetable?" Victor asked. «I hope we get a few days in Rome. I want one more time with them.»

"Well, today is Thursday, and the old man wants us back in DC for a briefing on Monday. Actually he wanted us back tomorrow but I told him that if you didn’t get some down time, you were going…"

"Oh great! Blame it on me!" Victor tried to glare at him, but he knew that Webb hadn’t even mentioned his name in that context to the DCI.

"Boys, boys." They both shuddered when they felt her fingers dance through their hair. After the incredible sex on the train, after they had dressed in their casual travel clothes and sat down to discuss the mission, they had been completely professional and focused on the mission before them. She had slept in the BOQ at Gaeta and Webb and Victor had taken rooms at one of the seaside hotels. They had dined together at night and exchanged information. They had kissed goodnight in the shadows before Sarah returned to base. But that had been it. Now the two men truly responsible for the drug ring – higher up, making the situation more politically volatile than before – were in the brig. Now they had a few days to relax. «Well, between the sex, we’ll relax.» "You know. I’m pretty familiar with Rome. I just might know some nightspots that you don’t know, Mr. Webb."

"Well, Colonel MacKenzie," he smirked, "that would be fine but we aren’t going back to Rome until we need to take you to the plane." «I wonder if Chegwidden is getting suspicious. I’m really rather glad we aren’t going back just now.» He looked over at his partner and they shared a grin. He had made sure to offer the suggestion to Victor and let him make the final decision. He was overly sensitive to his partner’s mood – which hadn’t been apparent since their brief confrontation while Mac was in the train car’s water closet. But still, he was taking no chances.

"You know, I thought we were heading in the wrong direction." Her fingers fisted the hair on their heads. "Tell me."

"Ow!" Webb kept his eyes on the road. It felt good just to have her touch him. "Go ahead partner, you take the blame."

«Some blame. It sounds like heaven. It’ll be perfect – I hope.» "Actually, Mac, since we decided that we were going to keep things professional during the investigation, we had time on our hands and went searching on the Internet."

"For what?" she demanded. Webb met her mock glare in the mirror but still let Galindez continue the tale.

"Well we found this rather cool little rental on the beach about an hour out of Rome. Very old, but it’s been completely remodeled. The pictures are incredible." He was allowing his growing excitement to show. "It was a farmhouse about two hundred years ago. There’s a village nearby and comes with a maid who will come in every afternoon to clean up, do the dishes, change the linens and such. We could have hired a cook, but Webb here wants to show off. There’s two huge bedrooms, a hot tub, bikes for us to use."

"Sounds really expensive."

"Hey. Haven’t you heard? My partner is rich." Actually he had insisted on paying half.

"How much? And don’t try and lowball me, Mister. I can surf the net as well as the next person."

"Our treat, Sarah." Webb finally spoke up.

"Uh-ah. No way. I let you pay for Paris."

"Actually I wrote that off on my expense account."

"Clay! I want to pay my way."

The two men exchanged sighs. Actually, Victor had already bet him that she would insist.

"Okay. Four Million lira."

"The lira is obsolete, Webb. Come on."

He sighed. He really didn’t mind paying for the entire thing. "Okay, okay. Two thousand for three nights."

"Whoa. It better be nice."

He pulled into the courtyard just after dusk. "They said they would leave the key behind the wall sconce."

"Oh my God." Mac breathed as she walked into the living room. She squealed when they came to the bedroom. "It’s incredible!" But she turned and walked out and into the bath that the two bedrooms shared. "Holy shit. Look at that tub! We can all fit in that tub."

"Well let’s… Sarah!" Webb and Galindez followed her to the back of the house. She opened the door there and stepped out into the garden. The scent of flowers and herbs assailed their senses. Tall trees canopied the garden and they could barely make out the stone wall that surrounded it. "Hang on, let me see if there’s a light…"

"Oh man." Victor gulped as the tiny lights through the trees were almost negated by the blue light shining up through the small pool in the middle of the garden.

"Oh boys, ya done good." Mac turned and kissed Victor, then Webb. "Very, very good." Then without another word she turned and walked into the center of the garden.

They stood there entranced as she pulled off her uniform jacket and tossed it over a chair. Next came shirt, skirt, shoes and panty hose. By the time she looked over her shoulder at them as she unhooked her bra, their breathing was becoming labored. When she bent from the waist to pull her panties down, they both groaned.

"Well?" she demanded before putting one foot daintily into the water. "You just going to watch?"

Victor barely won the contest. His foot just touched the bottom step when Webb dove into the pool, heedless of the depth. Of course, as they had stripped, Mac had already dove beneath the surface several times, her body an erotic outline in the blue lights shimmering in the water. Together they embraced her. Together the covered her face in kisses, sharing her mouth, sharing a quick kiss of their own. Together they groaned in pleasure as she fisted their cocks. "I want you both tonight. I hope you came prepared."

"Oh baby, prepared is my middle name," Clay moaned softly has his hand caressed her breast.

"Good. I certainly hope you know what to do, because I’ve never done that before," she advised him just before she pulled away and dove beneath the water yet again.

"Oh shit." Galindez had a look of desire mixed with sheer terror. "Clay!"

"What. You’ve never done it either?"

"No!"

Webb stepped closer and took his partner’s cock in his hand. "I see it turns you on."

"Oh God," he groaned and couldn’t help but buck into his partner’s hand. "Yes. It turns me on. But I’ve heard horror stories."

"Not if we take it slow…oh yes." Webb hissed in a breath as Victor began to stroke him. "We’ll make it good for her."

"Hey you two!" They turned to find her standing on the lowest step of the pool. "You coming?"

"Sooner than you know, beautiful." Webb released Galindez and swam over to her. He could hear Victor, just behind him.

She caressed the stubble on his chin. "Better not too soon." She looked Victor over. "Both of you. Go shave."

"Yes, Mistress."

The bathroom was as large as either of the bedrooms, even with the whirlpool tub there was plenty of room. The double sink spanned one wall and the mirror reflected back the entire room.

"I don’t suppose the Agency would let us rent this for our base of operations?" Victor said as he rubbed the soap on his face into a lather.

"In your dreams, my friend. Hell this place is nice though." They quickly finished and stepped back out into the hallway. The only light on was shining out from the bedroom. "Damn, I forgot the condoms and lube."

"You brought condoms and lube?"

"Hell yes. I picked them up at the base commissary yesterday after we arrested Drake and Mason. She said she wanted this on the train. Remember?"

"Yeah. I just didn’t think that she really meant it."

"Please. You know her better than that. Go on, I’ll be right back."

Victor stood at the door, almost unable to breath. She had pulled down the covers on the huge bed and now sat in the middle, her legs underneath her wearing nothing but a sexy little pout. « She is so pretty. Pretty hell, she is every wet dream I’ve ever had come true. More.»

"Victor?" She leaned forward, her breasts mesmerizing him. "Where’s Clay?"

"He’ll be right back. He forgot the…uhm…he’ll be right back."

«Damn it. I feel like Mrs. Robinson seducing a college kid.» "You gonna stand there and just watch?"

He gulped, his cock springing again to full attention. «Enjoy every moment. Make every damn dream come true.» Taking a shuddering breath he approached the bed. «You’re a damn Marine, or you were, start acting like one instead of a pussy-whipped wuss.» "Why not, Sarah? You’re something else to watch."

"Am I? Come here."

"No. You come to me." His growl melted her resistance.

Crawling forward, her eye on his bobbing cock she grinned lustfully. "No more Mistress Sarah, Victor?"

"Not tonight." He fisted her hair in his hand and pulled her to him, dragging her lips along his cock but not letting her take it in her mouth. Instead he pulled her up to his mouth. He crushed her to him. For years he had dreamed of possessing her, pounding in to her. Making her want him as much as he wanted her. This time, he was going to do all the things – and more – he had ever dreamed. "Tonight, we’re in control. You’ll do what we say."

She saw her passion reflected back in those dark pools staring into her very soul. She shivered as his hands roughly moved over her body. She arched up to offer him her lips but he pulled his head back. "Victor?"

He ground his cock against her stomach, the grin on his face almost evil. "Talk to me, Sarah. Tell me what you hope we’ll do to you."

"Please." She started but found she couldn’t voice it to him. She had told Clay. Clay knew what she wanted. She was suddenly very shy and yet extremely aroused by the strong arms holding her so tight she could barely breath.

"Tell me. Do you want me to fuck you while Clay takes your ass? Do you want that? You have to say it, Sarah. You have to beg me." «Dear God. Where is this coming from? I’ve never spoken to any woman this way. But, damn it. I want to know that she wants me as much as she wants Webb.»

"Please Victor. I want…I want…" She blushed furiously and tried to pull him closer so she could kiss him.

"Tell me Sarah. Do you want me to fuck you while Clay takes me instead?" «Oh shit. Did I just say that? Yes. No. No.»

Two gasps of surprise made him pause. The look of intense surprise and desire on Mac’s face was what he focused on. He refused to turn and face his partner. "Well Sarah?"

She closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them to find a shocked look on Clay’s face. But she could see the desire there too. «Victor can’t really want that. Can he? No. Not tonight. If he mentions it again, maybe. My God, do they already? No. Clay looks as surprised as I am.» "Please Victor. Fuck me while Clay…" she gulped but continued, "While Clay fucks my ass."

He hoped she would think his shudder was from desire and not relief. He didn’t really think he was up for what he had blurted out. Just to make sure, he captured her lips in his, plundering her mouth until she sagged against him, her breasts smashed against his chest.

Clay stood in the doorway stunned. «He can’t want that. Not really. Do I want that? No. I want Sarah. I want to touch her, feel my cock inside of her. I want to watch Victor as he fucks her while I fuck her too. But I don’t…I can’t. No. Why not? Oh God. This is going to get out of hand.» But as he approached the bed and watched as Victor held her, kissed her, loved her, his concerns faded away in a haze of lust. He placed the box of condoms and the tube of lubricant on the nightstand and sat down on the bed and watched. He rubbed his hands over their bodies, feeling their heat. Bending forward he licked the sweat already rising on Sarah’s back.

Slowly Victor stepped back to lower her to the bed. Webb followed her down taking his turn at her mouth, neck and the valley between her breasts. Victor stepped back to catch his breath, but not for long. He crawled to the center of the huge bed, plumped up the pillows under her head and then demanded. "Bring her to me, Clay. I want her on my cock."

"Demanding isn’t he, Sarah?" Webb kissed her roughly then deftly spun her around. "Fuck him hard, but don’t either of you come until I tell you."

"Talk about demanding." Mac snorted and took her sweet time, kissing her way up Victor’s legs, pausing to nip at places that caught her attention. "You were saying something about begging? Please may I taste you, Victor? May I lick your cock?" She accepted his grunts as affirmatives and continued her torture, all the while keeping an eye on Clay’s preparations. She had never had a man take her ass. Mic had wanted to, but with all of Mic’s failings as a lover, she couldn’t complain about his size. Clay was no slouch in the length department, but he was more slender than Victor.

"Now Sarah. Victor, keep her occupied. Oh and Sarah."

"Whaaaat?" She glared back at him.

"If it gets to hurting too much…"

She leaned back and brought her lips to his. "You, neither of you, could ever hurt me. Now, fulfill another one of my fantasies."

She let Victor lower her onto his shaft. "Oh sweet babyboy, you have no idea how good you feel stretching me. So thick. You fill me right up."

"Do I Sarah? Do you really like this?" He teased her, thrusting up then pulling down, holding her so that just the tip of his cock rested inside her. "You sure you want this?"

"Please, please, please." She whispered in his ear rubbing her tits across his chest. "It so good with both of you. I want you both Victor."

Clay knelt there, stroking her back, teasing her anus, making sure that she was used to his touch there before gently probing her with his finger. He stretched her, whispering encouragement. "Relax baby. You’re so tight. This is going to take a bit. How are you holding up there, partner?"

"Talk about tight. Move up a little Sarah, I want to tastes those incredible tits."

By the time Clay had stretched her with three of his fingers, he didn’t know if he would last sinking into her. He had already put the rubber over his straining cock and he had worked as much lubricant into her has he could. Carefully he brought his head to her entrance. "Sarah, you’ll tell me."

"Please Clay. She arched back trying to force him to take her.

"Hold her Victor." He gasped as he worked past the tight outer muscles. "So damn tight. Jesus, it’s like a vise." He panted and tried to look everywhere but at her back and Victor’s face already showing signs of his eminent climax. He would push in an inch then pull out almost all the way. Never once she cry out in pain. Webb locked his eyes on his partner’s, demanding that Victor let him know if he saw any sign of pain on Sarah’s face.

"So beautiful. You really do love this don’t you?" Victor whispered in awe.

"Yes. She threw back her head stretching her neck out. Then without warning she shoved back forcing Webb’s cock deep inside her. "Oh damn. So tight. So full. Can you feel each other?"

"Shit. I can’t…ahhhhhhhh." Victor gasped as his orgasm hit him. He held her hips and found that Clay’s hands were there. Intertwining their fingers he rode out his climax, mortified that he had come so soon.

Mac and Clay weren’t done yet though. Somehow Clay had managed to hang on, even feeling Victor come inside her hadn’t thrown him over the edge. He stilled for a moment then began to pump in and out of her, his balls, slapping against her as well as Victor’s cock still buried deep inside by the weight of both of them. He was going nowhere and just lay there, reveling in the passion and tenderness he was feeling for both of them. «Look at them. Even with sweat streaming off her body she is still the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.» He hadn’t stopped stroking her. He tried to angle his body so that his pelvic bone would hit her clit. «And Webb? The look of concentration on his face? Those eyes are boring into me. What are you thinking about, Clay. Dear God in Heaven.» He felt something he hadn’t felt in nearly ten years.

Mac felt it too and grinned. "Well, well. Mr. Webb?"

"What the hell? Victor, you dog. How the hell am I supposed to be able to complete with that?" He laughed softly and sped up feeling his partner’s cock begin to swell inside Sarah yet again. "Oh Sarah. So close." He reached around her and pulled her back just enough to work his hand between her and Victor’s body to find where they were joined. Stroking her clit, he bit down her shoulder, and muffled his shout as he pulsed into her. She showed no such restraint and began to chant both their names over and over in an increasing frenzy until it ended in one long drawn out cry as she went rigid. Both men held her and as she finally started to come back down from whatever plane she had achieved, Victor found himself in the throws of another, smaller release. He held her has she collapsed on top of him.

Webb used every last ounce of strength he could find to pull out of her, holding the condom. "Be right back," he mumbled as he stumbled from the room into the bathroom.

"Oh wow." Mac finally rolled off Victor. "Wow, wow, wow! That was too much." She shivered at the lost of warmth from her men. «My men. Holy cow. Two years with nothing and now I’ve got the two hottest guys in the CIA making love to me AT THE SAME TIME thank you very much!»

When Clay returned he stood at the doorway. "I’m running the water in the tub. You guys up for a soak before we go to sleep?"

"I may fall asleep there." Victor yawned.

Clay came to the edge of the bed and reached out his hand. "Come on, buddy. We won’t leave you behind."

Part 3 - Someone of His Own

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