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Chapter List
- 1-Collision Course
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
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Collision Course 18: L.A. and Rio

"And how is our guest feeling this morning, Mr. Noster?"

The big man turned away from the door he had been in the process of locking and faced his boss. "Mean, ornery, and ugly."

"Hmmm ... not much change then. Perhaps a visit is in order. Let us see if I can manage to bring some cheerfulness into the room with me."

Larry Noster stood his ground in front of the heavy door, blocking Tomas' entry. "You can't go in there."

"I can not?" Tomas said with an arrogant lift of his dark brows. "And why is that *Mister* Noster?"

"Too dangerous."

Tomas smiled. "I doubt very much if our friend is capable of causing me any real harm. The shoulder is still very sore."

Larry Noster snorted and began to roll up one of his shirtsleeves. He held his forearm out for inspection.

"My, that is quite a nasty bruise you're sporting, Mr. Noster. I take it our guest caused it?"

"Guest?" Noster again snorted. "You know, don't you, that if your guest ever manages to escape and file charges, you and I could both go to the pen for kidnapping?"

"Never fear, Mr. Noster," Tomas Drake said as he motioned the man aside. "I'll protect you. Now ... would you please unlock the door?"

"Mr. Drake, sir, seriously ... you shouldn't --"

"Lock the door behind me and stay close. I'll cry out if I need your assistance."

Noster scowled darkly but lifted the keys to the lock. "Just how long do you expect me to act as a jailer?"

"Until our guest decides to stay on permanently."

Larry Noster groaned as he swung open the door and allowed his boss to enter the room.

Tomas heard the door shut behind him, he heard the key turn in the lock, and he grew very anxious. He fell back on all his years of training and even though he was a nervous wreck inside, no one looking at him would be able to tell. All people would be able to see would be what he chose to portray. So, Tomas reached deep into his closet full of masks and personalities and withdrew a costume to wear. He chose to be urbane, confident, and witty.

With a jaunty stride, he approached the figure lounging in a plush recliner. He knew when he set his mind to it he could charm anyone. Beaming with confidenc,e he smiled down --

"What the fuck do *you* want?"

Somewhat taken aback, but completely undaunted, Tomas used his most ingratiating voice. "Just to keep you company for a short time. I thought you might enjoy some conversation. You've been here --"

"Too fuckin' long already."

"Your shoulder --"

"Is fuckin' fine."

"... is still healing. The doctor --"

"Is a fucking quack and he's a queer, nervous, little bastard just like you. Drives me fucking crazy."

"I'm not nervous --"

"Yeah, right. I suppose you're not queer either?"

Tomas closed his eyes and dug a calm, patient mask out of his mental closet. "Your language could use some improvement," he said soothingly.

"You're scared of me, aren't you?"

"No," Tomas said with the calm smile that he'd perfected when he played the role of a priest in one of his movies. "Not at all. I actually --"

"I make you uncomfortable."

With iron will, he slowed his breathing and formed his face into a mask of peaceful repose. He turned on a smile that was so gentle, so calm, so confident that even a saint couldn't have managed a better one.

"You're scared to death of me. Is it because I'm a woman?" Letty asked with a sly smile. "You're used to dealing with men, aren't you?" Tomas felt his nerves begin to jangle as her dark eyes moved assessingly over him.

"I happen to like women. Many of my closest friends --"

Letty snorted.

"In my youth, I was even married to a lovely lady. She --"

"Was a smokescreen to cover up the fact that you were queer -- wasn't good for your image back then -- I forget how old you are."

Tomas scowled. "I'm not that old."

"Fifty?" she guessed. "Sixty?"

He remained silent.

"Ever been kissed by a woman?"

"Of course," he scoffed.

"A real woman?" She rose from the recliner, sleek and dangerous, determined and aggressive. "A woman who wanted to bed you?"

She advanced on him and Tomas was horrified to find himself backing away. She smiled in triumph when the wall stopped his retreat. He looked into her predatory eyes and realized he had made a serious mistake when he insisted on keeping her.

At the time, it had seemed the perfect solution. Dealing with her, taming her, would give him something to occupy his attention, to hold off the loneliness and utter boredom of his life. Since Brian had refused rather violently -- he swallowed and could still feel tenderness in his throat muscles from where Brian's fingers had dug in -- to stay with him, Letty would provide a much-needed distraction. And she was magnificent. Tomas would never forget looking into her eyes as she pulled the trigger. Dark pools of hate, they had held him spellbound.

He had to admit -- even before Brian had made it very clear that he'd not be living anywhere without Dominic Toretto -- Tomas had been thinking of sending Mr. Noster after the girl. Something about her had called to him. Maybe he had wanted revenge, maybe he'd wanted to see if he could erase the hatred off her face, or maybe he had wanted ... He mentally shook his head trying to get his thoughts together. Why *had* he sent Noster for her?

Brian's bald-headed lover wasn't to Tomas' taste -- too big, too ... dark -- in demeanor, rather than color. But Brian had obviously cared about the man ... and Tomas had always been a romantic at heart. But, before he'd let Brian back into Toretto's circle, he'd have to do something about the virago that had nearly killed him. He couldn't let her make a second attempt, could he?

He could feel her hot breath on his face and he could smell the faintest trace of perfume wafting up from her glistening hair. She licked her full lips and his eyes locked on them. She pressed closer; he could feel the hard nipples of her breasts touching his chest. She snaked her good arm behind his neck and pulled his head down. He took a deep breath, preparing to call to Mr. Noster for rescue, but she captured his lips before he could cry out. She was strong and hard as she pressed into him.

He shuddered beneath her lips.

===

Rio - three months later.

Dom scowled as the familiar bass voice filled his ear. "Yeah, I'll get him." He sat the phone down and called Brian. "Drake wants to talk to you."

Brian grabbed the phone, a big smile on his face. "Tomas!" he said happily. "What's up?" Dom sat down in his chair and tried to appear to be ignoring the conversation. "*Really?!*" Brian asked as if astonished by something. "You're not fucking with me are you?" Brian's happy laughter made Dom scowl and wish the phone lines between L.A. and Rio would go down. "Oh, yeah, you bet I'll tell him and thanks for the inside scoop."

Brian hung up the telephone and just sat there grinning.

"What?" Dom finally asked.

"Tomas has a message for you." Dom tipped his head, waiting. "He says to tell you that there is an old saying in his country: it's not the size of the hoe or the age of the seeds that makes the crops grow, but rather it's how hard the farmer works the field."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that Letty's pregnant."

Dom felt as if he'd been punched in the gut.

Pregnant? Letty? Holy shit! They'd seen her on TV with Tomas -- the press had snuck into the wedding and snapped some photos -- and she'd looked radiantly happy. For two weeks, the news of Tomas Drake's sudden and unexpected marriage had been the hottest topic in the media. The gossips had speculated widely that this was some sort of sham, but the photos belied that rumor. It was hard to miss the tender way they always seemed to be touching.

"Shit, she must really love him," Dom said with amazement.

"I told you they'd be good for each other." Brian moved away from the counter and stood next to Dom's chair. "She's just what he needed. She's young and attractive and she can see through his exterior. She'll boss him around and never get intimidated by him. But most importantly," Brian grinned as he knelt down between Dom's legs. "She's someone who'll tell him to 'fuck off' on a regular basis -- keep him on his toes."

Dom nodded, she'd definitely do that.

"She looks so damn happy in all the pictures," Dom noted.

"So does Tomas ... he's a good man, Dom. I keep telling you that." Brian put a hand on Dom's thigh, just above his knee and pushed himself upward so that he could kiss his lover's frowning lips. "Call her, talk to her," he suggested when their lips parted. "She'll forgive you for leaving her and letting Tomas lock her up -- I know she will."

"Maybe I will ... but later. Right now I got something else I want to do." Dom wove his fingers through Brian's golden hair and pulled him back for another kiss. He hooked his free hand into the front of Brian's jeans and slowly pulled the lean hips downward until they were pressed together, belly to belly.

"Awww geez, can't you guys put a sign on the door or something?" Vince's disgusted voice caused Dom to abruptly let Brian loose.

"Maybe you could just stay out," Dom growled as he shoved Brian gently away and stood.

"Or maybe you two could keep it in the bedroom where it belongs?" Mia suggested as she breezed by them on the way to the kitchen.

Dom felt himself flushing with guilt. She was right, they'd had an agreement and he'd broken it.

"Sorry, Mia. I wasn't thinking. I -- Letty's pregnant," he said, happy to be able to change the subject.

Mia nearly dropped the bag of groceries she'd been carrying. "What?" she looked to Brian for and explanation.

Dom watched his sister carefully as Brian began to give her the details. She was smiling and shocked and hanging on Brian's every word. The easy camaraderie that had been steadily building between his lover and his sister always made Dom feel good -- or should he say less guilty. For a while there, Dom had despaired that they'd ever get over the hurt and betrayals of the past.

In an odd sort of way they had Letty to thank for it.

===

He and Letty didn't get far, hadn't even made it to her car yet when Drake's trained hound caught up with them.

"Stop, Toretto," the ex-cop demanded. "Mr. Drake's changed his mind and he wants you to go back. He sent me to get you and the girl. He wants you to --"

Dom didn't care what else the perfect little prick wanted. He took great satisfaction in exorcising a little of his pent-up frustration on Noster's face. His fist stopped the man in mid word and lifted him a foot off the ground. The security man flew backwards several feet and hit the grass with a satisfying 'thud'.

"Fuck, L.A." Dom swore as he headed toward the car, pulling Letty along with him.

"Mr. O'Connor ... *Brian* needs you," Noster gasped out. Dom paused and turned slightly. "He's calling for you ..." Noster struggled slowly to his feet. "... and the boss is worried he'll hurt himself further."

Dom froze and Noster misunderstood. "He won't call the law on you, if that's what you're worried about."

The night hid the scowl on Dom's face, but not the disgust in his words. "I'm not afraid of the law," he spat out. "I just don't know what to do with ..."

"Her?" Noster supplied, his good humor restored. "Leave her to me. Mr. Drake wants me to take her home and put her someplace safe while you go back inside and calm Brian down."

Dom didn't hesitate. He thrust Letty toward the security man. "See that nothing happens to her," he growled in warning as he hurried back toward Brian's small house.

"Dom!" Letty screamed. "You bastard!"

He found Brian standing in the hall, surrounded by concerned figures, they were blocking his way, trying to get him to sit down on the gurney ... and Brian was telling them in no uncertain terms what they could do with the stretcher.

"Please, Brian," Tomas was begging. "You are bleeding again and I *promise* you that I sent for him. Mr. Noster will ..."

"Sit down, shut up, and let these people do their jobs," Dom commanded as he stepped out of the shadows.

Brian's face took on a look of relief just before he paled and passed out. The medical personnel caught him and eased him onto the gurney. They loaded him into the ambulance and went to work on him, completely ignoring the world-famous actor and Dom as the two men squeezed inside.

Twenty minutes later, they'd arrived to the sight of Larry Noster waiting for them. "The ground floor guestroom is all set." He led the way to a room that, miraculously, was full of medical equipment. Dom looked around in wonder. "The boss has a lot of clout in this town," Noster whispered in way of explanation as he ushered Dom out of the room. "Come on we'll wait in the den ... You, too, Mr. Drake."

"Letty?" Dom asked as the entered a plush gaming room.

"Locked up in another part of the house. You can see if her if you want -- though I wouldn't recommend it." Dom watched the hardboiled security chief shake his head in awe. "She's not in the best of moods and she certainly does have a way with words."

Dom nodded, satisfied. He'd let her calm down a bit, then he'd check on her. He turned his attention to Tomas Drake. "She would never have hurt him if you hadn't interfered."

"Of course not. She is a model of self-control and gentleness, no?" Drake scoffed as he poured himself a drink out of a crystal decanter.

"Not exactly," Dom had muttered in agreement. "But she's no murderer either."

Drake raised his brows over his hazel eyes.

"Oh, that reminds me. You want this for a souvenir, Mr. Drake?" Noster asked as he dropped a small, gray object into his employer's hand. Drake held the mushroom-shaped object up and studied it. "That's the slug that she tried to put between your eyes -- I found it lodged in my vest."

"You were saying something, Mr. Toretto?"

Dom looked from the bullet to Larry Noster to Tomas Drake to the door at the end of the hall where the surgeon was sewing Brian's bullet holes shut. "She's not to blame. I never should have come back. I'll take her and go. She won't ..."

"Tsk tsk, you think I'm going to hurt that creature? No, no, no. She has nothing to fear from me." Tomas Drake suddenly looked sad. "And as for you leaving -- that is not an option. I made a promise to my ... to Brian," he sighed with resignation and rubbed at his throat. "And I will keep it."

Two hours later the highly paid, highly discreet surgical team packed up their equipment and left. The doctor stopped in the den and assured the three men that, just as Noster had predicted, Brian would be fine; all he needed was rest and time to heal.

Drake shook the man's hand, whispered something that made the doctor smile, and hurried to Brian's bedside to check on him. Dom followed more slowly. He watched from the doorway as Drake smoothed the damp curls from Brian's forehead. He stiffened when Drake leaned down and gently kissed Brian's sleeping lips. He relaxed when Drake moved away from the bed, toward the door.

"You will take better care of him." Drake adjusted the inflection of his voice to make the statement come out as a command, not a question.

Dom nodded and settled into a chair near the bed to sit and watch Brian through what remained of the night.

At some point, he must have fallen asleep. He woke with the morning light shining cheerily through the window. Brian's hair glimmered as if on fire with the sun's rays. Even as he watched, Brian's eyes opened.

"Dom?"

"I'm here. Go back to sleep."

And Brian did.

He slept through the morning and was still sleeping when Larry Noster arrived with Mia just after noon. "Look what I found!" he boomed as he entered Brian's room. Dom motioned him to silence as Mia rushed into his arms. "He's still asleep?" Noster asked, frowning down at Brian. "If he doesn't wake up on his own in the next hour or two, we'll have to give him a shake -- get some liquid in him." Dom didn't argue, Noster had been proven to be right before. "Found this little lady at his," he pointed to the bed, "house. Had a crew there cleaning things up -- if you know what I mean? And in she comes. Sees the blood stain on the wall and lets out a screech that Mr. Drake would envy." He smirked at his own humor. "Said her name was Mia Toretto. Please, don't tell me she's your wife?"

"Sister." Dom couldn't help but smile at the bizarre situation. "And his ex-girlfriend."

Noster whistled, rolled his eyes, shook his head, and wisely retreated.

"What happened? What's going on? Is he all right? Letty didn't have anything to do with this did she? Oh, God! I never should have called her." Mia started shaking and crying. "This is all my fault, all my fault!" She pushed her face into Dom's chest and sobbed. He held her, patted her back, and murmured to her -- just as he had after their mother had died.

When her tears slowed he told her an abbreviated version of what had happened, that he'd been at Brian's, how Letty had snuck into the house and that she'd held on gun on them. He told Mia how Tomas Drake had appeared out of nowhere and how the actor had barged into Letty. "She didn't mean to do it," Dom tried to convince Mia. "It was an accident. If he hadn't run into her the gun never would have gone off."

Mia hugged him then, tightly. "She came back to the city almost three weeks ago. She said you two had a fight, but wouldn't tell me what it was about. All I could get out of her was that it had something to do with ... the past, you know the trucks? She made me promise that if you called or showed up not to tell you I'd seen her. I thought ... I thought when I found you in my apartment that you were here to take her back. I thought you were using the excuse of getting revenge on Brian just to save face." She looked up into his eyes. "But you weren't here to collect Letty, were you?"

He shook his head.

"*He* is what you and Letty fought over?"

Dom nodded.

"After I found you two ... together ... at my place I ... I called her and I told her that you ... that he ... what my roommates had said ... I hate them!" She sobbed again, but this time with rage. "Letty told me not to worry. That she'd take care of everything. I didn't think she'd ... I didn't know she'd ... I'm so sorry."

"He's going to be okay." Dom wrapped his arms around her again and rubbed his cheek against her hair. A flash of blue caught his attention. Brian was awake and watching them silently. "Now that you know about me and Brian, do you hate me?" Dom asked Mia, but his eyes were on Brian's.

"Of course not," Mia sniffed against his shirt. "You're my brother."

"What about Brian, do you blame him for everything?"

"No," she pulled away and looked up at Dom. "I ... I'm really not all that surprised. I guess part of me has always known that he ... that you owned him. I don't know. I just wish I could tell him how sorry I am to have nearly gotten him killed."

"He knows," Dom said softly and kissed her on the forehead.

She frowned slightly, then spun around. Through the hands still resting on her shoulders, Dom felt her shiver. She stared at Brian a moment then went and knelt beside the bed. "I'm sorry, Brian. Can you ever forgive me?"

"I will, if you will."

===

Mia had packed her bags and insisted on going along to Rio. She'd had enough of her friends and college life for the time being and had decided that Dom would need help taking care of the wounded Brian. So they'd taken the red-eye out of LAX two nights later and arrived at Dom's bungalow in the early morning hours before dawn.

Dom had opened the door of his place, only to be met with the business end of a shotgun barrel.

"Shit, Dom," Vince had griped as he'd lowered the gun. "Why didn't ya tell me you'd be back tonight? I nearly blew ya ... what the hell? ... Mia?" Vince had gasped and started to move forward, only to come to a complete stop when Brian walked slowly into view. There Vince had stood, wearing nothing but some bright blue boxers, holding a gun in the crook of his good arm as he flicked his eyes back and forth amongst the threesome.

Dom had known exactly what his oldest and dearest friend had been thinking -- he could read every thought on his face. Vince had been in love with Mia for as long as Dom could remember. Vince had been scowling at Brian, trying to figure out who he was with and which would be worse. If Mia and Brian had gotten back together -- Vince would be heartbroken -- again. But if Brian wasn't with Mia then that would mean that Brian was with Dom ... and from the scowl that had been on Vince's face that thought hadn't sat very well with him. When Brian had started to sway from fatigue, Dom had decided to put Vince out of his misery once and for all.

He'd snaked an arm around Brian's lean waist, careful not to bump the arm that rested in the sling. Dom had deliberately let his hand spread out across Brian's hip as he'd pulled him close to help support him. "Come on, Bri, let me get you into bed." Vince had gasped at the blatant display of intimacy. Dom had held his friend's eyes challenging as he'd helped Brian past. He'd left the explanations to Mia.

Now, three months later, things were working out better than Dom could have ever hoped. Mia and Brian were getting along. Mia and Vince were getting it on. Vince and Brian -- while they'd never be friends -- at least they weren't constantly fighting. Dom probably had Letty to thank for that too. Even Vince hadn't been able to be too abusive to someone who was plainly not up to the fight. Brian had recovered slowly and was just now getting back to full strength.

"She let that *poofter* plant a bun in her oven?" Vince leaned close to Dom and asked in disbelief. "Hey, no offense intended," he added with a smirk as he grabbed Dom by the back of the skull and gave him a noogie with his knuckles.

Dom pushed his friend away with a good-natured growl -- Vince'd never change. "Where's Leon?" Dom asked instead.

Vince rolled his eyes and his face twisted in disgust. "That moron's hangin' at the gay beach with some swish named 'Tico'."

Dom burst into deep and raspy laughter.

"It's not funny, D," Vince complained. "This homo shit is contagious or something."

"Want to give it a try?" Dom asked through his laughter as he began to make kissing noises and stalk Vince around the living room.

"Mia!" Vince called out.
===

"Hey."

"Hey, Dom."

"I hear congratulations are in order."

"Thank you," Letty said coolly.

Dom held the phone to his ear and struggled to find something to say to her. They'd known each other all their lives, grew up next door to each other, lived together for six years, and he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

"You look good -- I've seen pictures of you on TV and in some magazines and you look good ... real good ... happy, ya know?"

"You startin' to regret dumping me for your boyfriend?"

"Nooo... look Letty ..."

Suddenly she laughed, light and carefree, almost a giggle, the way she used to laugh, years ago before so much had happened. "I'm still not your type then?" she teased. "You still curling up behind Brian's behind every night?"

"Um ... yeah ... sorta ... he's still not quite ... "

"He's still hurting?" she asked seriously.

"He says he's fine, but I'm ... still being careful." Dom winced. Brian had been complaining about the gentle way Dom had been treating him for a couple weeks now. "How about Drake?" Dom asked to redirect the conversation. "Is he ... ya know ... behaving himself?"

"You mean is he lookin' at guys? Shit," she swore. "I've told him if I ever even think I see him checking out someone else -- male or female, it don't matter -- I'm gonna cable-tie his balls to the bed and give him a lube job he'll never forget."

"That should scare him," Dom laughed.

"Scare him? It excites him -- how do you think I got knocked up?" She laughed as freely as a child. "I'd actually do it to him -- give him a kinky thrill -- if I didn't worry he'd have a coronary or something. He's not exactly young." Her voice trailed off and Dom heard deep concern in it. "That's why I went off the pill, ya know? I figured if we were gonna have kids, we'd better get a start on it."

"You really do love Drake."

"Of course," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And you'd better keep your pretty-little-white-boy toy on your side of the equator, 'cause if he ever comes near my man again ... I'll take better aim," she said fiercely.

"I don't think you need to worry about that."

"Then maybe you better start listening to him. Give it to him the way he wants it."

Leave it to Letty to give him advice on his sex life. "I love you, Lett."

There was a long moment of silence before she spoke again. "I love you too, Dom." He heard her sniffle all the way from L.A. -- Letty was crying. "I gotta go," she said. "Tom gets all upset if he wakes up and I'm not in bed beside him."

"*Tom?*�

She giggled again, her humor restored. "Yeah, he's just plain old 'Tom' to me."

After Dom had hung up he walked slowly back into the bedroom he shared with Brian. He glanced down at Brian's long form stretched out on the bed, but didn't join him. Instead he wandered out into the yard and settled into his lounge chair to watch the moonlight reflect off the ocean. He was too filled with thoughts and emotions to sleep, and he didn't want to get into bed and risk waking Brian.

Dom frowned as he recalled the dark circles under Brian's eyes. No matter how much Brian claimed that he was fully recovered, Dom knew better. He tried to let Brian get as much rest as possible and, when they did get intimate, Dom was always careful to hold back -- the scars on Brian's chest and back were enough to remind him how close he'd come to losing his lover.

"Is something wrong?" Brian's husky voice asked from the bedroom door.

Dom twisted around so he could see. Brian shoved the mosquito netting aside and strode out into the night. The moon made his fair skin look like the finest porcelain as it played across his tall, nude body. Dom shook his head in despair. No matter how many times he asked him not to, Brian still insisted on sleeping in the buff.

"What if Mia sees you parading around?" Dom asked softly.

Brian shrugged. "She's seen it all before."

Dom sighed at Brian's careless attitude -- there was no getting around it -- Brian was a slob. Dom often wondered how Brian had managed to survive living alone.

When they'd first arrived in Rio, Dom had insisted Brian stay in bed. He'd been racked by guilt, berating himself for not staying in L.A. longer. The long flight had taken a heavier toll on Brian's strength than anyone had expected. He'd collapsed that first night and Dom had ended up carrying him to bed. As the injured man had slowly recovered, Dom had been tyrannical about Brian's care. The first few days he'd even insisted on helping him in and out of the bathtub.

As Brian regained his health, Dom started giving him light tasks around the bungalow. That hadn't worked out. Brian couldn't cook, hated to clean, never folded his clothes -- much less put them away. And as for laundry ... after he'd ruined several loads of clothes, Dom and Mia had given up on him.

"That's the point," Dom explained for the hundredth time. "She saw it ... and she liked it."

"But do you still like it?" Brian asked cryptically as he moved nearer. "'Cause I heard you on the phone ... telling Letty you loved her. And since you could barely stand to touch me these last few months --"

"I've touched you!" Dom rasped out. "I just haven't wanted to -- "

"Fuck me?"

"No!" Dom stood up in outrage. "I mean, yes. I've wanted to, believe me I've wanted to. But I've been trying to take it easy on you -- I don't want to hurt you."

"So you say," Brian tall form loomed over him, blocking the moon. "But maybe it's because you're still pining away for her. Maybe you -- "

The irony of it hit Dom and made him chuckle. Letty had known. She'd basically told him to stop treating Brian like an invalid and start treating him like a lover again.

Dom staggered as Brian unexpectedly shoved him backward. His calves hit the wooden frame of his lounger and he windmilled his arms for balance as he toppled onto it. His breath left him in a whoosh as nearly two hundred pounds of lanky body landed on him.

"You think this is *funny*?" Brian growled. "I try to make you mad and all you do is laugh at me?" Brian shifted his weight, grabbed Dom's wrists and, in a show of strength, pressed them down on either side of Dom's head. "You said you brought me down here to drive and you won't even let me get in the car. You won't fuck me. You won't let me do *anything*."

Dom let his body relax beneath Brian's, the last thing he wanted was to get in a wrestling match -- Brian's shoulder was still healing. "You're not well enough yet. I don't want you --"

"Don't want me? That's bullshit." Brian released his hold and sat, straddling Dom's hips. "You think I'm some sort of china-doll that can't be played with, don't you?" Brian groaned, his frustration very evident. Dom was about explain, about to relent -- a little -- when he felt Brian unfastening his pants, pulling them down, yanking them off. "Then I guess it's my turn ... to play with you."

The moon chose that moment to give them privacy. It retreated behind a cloud, letting the warm and sultry air of the Brazilian night blanketed them. The calls of the nocturnal animals increased, as if trying to drown out the cries from the men as they made love.

Mia slept through it all and when morning came, she wondered where Dom was. He was always the first one up and always had breakfast ready. She enjoyed the quiet time alone with her brother and liked watching Dom wolf down his favorite meal of the day. But this morning he'd apparently decided to sleep in with Brian. Mia didn't think too much more about it until the men emerged from the bedroom. One look at two very satisfied faces had her blushing and rolling her eyes in understanding.

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