Tucked away in a back street of Huntington Beach, California lived a small building, overshadowed by its neighbours who were owned by rich men that could afford to flaunt their money on luxurious and un-nessacary things. Though Brian Haner turned his not so clean nose up at those kinds of men, he didn’t have a problem sleeping with them, or letting them crawl into his bedroom in the hope that they would receive some sort of pleasure from him. Different gentlemen of different classes, shapes and sizes came and went from Brian’s bedroom, but all the time, he would please them in the way they desired, submitting to their every need, and letting them escape for a while the world they’d worked so hard to create.

Currently, however, two men were vying for his heart, and though the infamous Brian Haner never wore his heart on sleeve to hand out to whomever let his hand fit inside, they had both wanted him so badly, he knew eventually one would have to give in to the other.

The first was a wealthy businessman who had started out with almost nothing, before earning almost billions of dollars every single year. He had visited Brian for the first time during one of the peaks in his career, just after he had earned forty million dollars from buying out another company, and had found himself receiving a lap dance from, his words not Brian’s, ‘the most sinfully seductive beauty to walk the floor of Amore’, the place where he now spent his days.

His name was Zacky Baker, a man who craved power and success, and felt that power more so by dominating Brian and treating him like a King. Expensive things were sent by mail straight to his bedroom door, clothes- including a rather pretty French Maid’s outfit that Brian had worn as soon as Zacky had walked through his door that very same day, and Zacky had even taken Brian away for a week in the Bahamas during the summer, all expenses paid. He couldn’t have asked for more- until another man showed up on his doorstep.

Matt Sanders was just as rich, and almost just as successful, but was a much more caring and gentle lover than Zacky was. Every time he would walk through Brian’s door, a warm rush of something strange would fill Brian’s heart and every time they had sex, he genuinely forgot that he was a male hooker and figured he was in a real relationship with another man who cared about him. It was only when they’d both gotten dressed and Matt had slipped a hundred dollar bill into his hand that he regretfully remembered what was going on.

Matt may not have spoilt him the way that Zacky did, but he cared about Brian, and Brian cared about him too. Zacky’s love was carnal and animalistic, whereas Matt’s was tender and sweet. There was a dark part of Brian that only one of them knew about, and it was one that liked to come out to play with him more often than not.

Spread across the black velvet bedspread, Brian glanced up from where he was lain to see Zacky opening and closing his door, dressed in a black Armani suit. His Rolex twinkled in the bright light of the bedroom and as he knelt down on the bed beside the other man, his hands cupped Brian’s face and kissed him tenderly, quite the opposite of how they’d normally greeted each other for the last three years they’d been together. Though Brian wouldn’t have really called it a relationship, it was something that he couldn’t quite describe using real words. It was more a physical concept, he decided.

As Brian pulled away from their sweet kiss, barely wanting to but knowing deep down that he needed to do what he was paid for, Zacky grabbed his wrist suddenly, stopping him in his tracks.
“Just a second, baby. I have something that I want to ask you first” he whispered, pressing a soft peck to his lover’s cheek before pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket. Climbing off the bed and slowly getting down on one knee, Zacky opened the little velvet box to reveal a silver engagement ring, nestled in a bed of cream silk.

“Brian, I’ve been head over heels for you since you walked across the dancefloor and asked me if I wanted to dance with you. I don’t want anyone else to have you; I want you all for my own. Will you marry me, baby? Make me the happiest man on earth?” Zacky asked, hope flickering across his bright green eyes as Brian, almost speechless at this sudden surprise, nodded and jumped onto Zacky, pinning him down to the floor and pressing their lips together again. Somehow, during their heated makeout session on the carpet, the ring edged it’s way onto Brian’s finger, and it was only when he began to get rid of Zacky’s expensive suit, did he remember the other man who was begging for his love.

“Oh dear…” he whispered suddenly, getting up and off of Zacky, perching on the edge of his bed as he bit his thumbnail worriedly. He would have to tell Matt, and in return Matt would either get angry and beat him again, or he would run away and Brian would never see him again. Smoothing down what Brian had crumpled of his clothing, Zacky sat next to his now fiancé and gently laid the other man’s head on his lap, running his hands through the long strands of hair, leaving Brian purring like a cat.

“What’s wrong, darling? Something I can do for you?” he asked sweetly, wondering what was troubling the man beneath him, and Brian stayed silent for a moment, thinking over his words and choosing them rather carefully before he found the courage to speak.
“You know that as part of my job, I have to sleep with many men. I know you hate sharing me Zacky, and you must know that with almost all of them there are no feelings involved at all” Brian lamented, wondering how to break it to the other man about Matt’s existence. It would tear them apart.

“Almost, darling?” Zacky said in a slightly more strained voice, his jaw clenching at the thought of the other man sleeping around and deliberately falling in love with another man. He belonged to Zacky, he knew that.
“There is a man, named Matt Sanders, who visits me almost as frequently as you do. Though I have no feelings for him whatsoever, I think he might have some for me. I don’t know how to break it to him that my heart lies somewhere else, though I’ve made that very clear before” Brian said again, and as the hand in his hair softened slightly, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Zacky knew Matt of course, they were working together on a project that was worth $75 million, but if he was the one that was making Brian question his feelings with Zacky, then there was only one thing to do with him, and that unfortunately, was to kill him.

“Leave it to me darling” Zacky promised as he continued to stroke Brian’s hair, feeling the other man palm at his clothed crotch and mewl when he felt his lover start to grow hard underneath him.
“I’ll sort everything out”

***

Late into the night and Matt Sanders had switched off the final light in the office building and made his way out into the inky black night. Street lights lined the way back to his home, and though it was in the early hours of the morning that he was walking the streets alone, he was sure that tonight there would be no trouble. Huntington was a laid back town and people didn’t generally corner others and murder them in back alleys, in fact, unlike New York City where he’d spent a lot of time working, it was quite uncommon to hear about a murder within the town.

His footsteps made loud, resounding noises against the concrete of the sidewalk, and with each step he took, he could feel something behind him. For three blocks, he didn’t turn around and look to see if anyone was watching him or following him, until he swore that he heard someone call his name and paused, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was there. Nothing. Nothing but the empty street he had just walked down. Carrying on with his journey, Matt didn’t hear a thing until he turned the corner and moved onto the next street, when he heard his name being called again, louder this time, and he turned his whole body around to stare behind him, wondering what on earth was going on. Was someone looking for him?

But as he went to turn around, he felt something cold and hard press up against the back of his skull and in horrible realisation; he knew that someone was holding a gun to the back of his head. It took him a moment to really work out what he was under threat from or who was holding the weapon, but as he quickly held his hands up in surrender, the voice behind him laughed and a familiar voice floated into his ear, though he could barely see what was going on.
“You think you can just fuck around with my man, huh? It’s not that easy sleeping around Sanders” Zacky hissed to his once business partner, and Matt let out a small chuckle, turning around on the spot to see Zacky holding a gun up to his face, his hands shaking slightly.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t slept with ‘your man’- I don’t even know who he is, you’re so secretive” Matt said casually, almost as if he had met Zacky in the street and they were having a friendly conversation, rather than in the dead of night.
“You know Brian Haner, don’t you? You fell in love with him. Well, guess what? He’s mine now, and I’m going to make sure he never sees you again if it’s the last thing that I do!” Zacky stammered, his hands quivering more violently as he pushed the gun up higher, prodding it into Matt’s muscular chest.

“Zack, calm down. I haven’t slept with Brian in a month; he made his intentions very clear the last time we spoke. Please, put down the gun and we can talk about this” Matt pleaded, his voice becoming slightly more panicked now, but Zacky’s grip never ceased and as he stepped forward, backing Matt into the brick wall of a convenience store, he let his finger stroke the trigger of the silver weapon.
“But there’s no time for talking, Matthew. That times over. Now it’s time for me to put a bullet in your fucking heart!” Zacky threatened, keeping his hands steady as his nerves started to tear themselves apart, begging for the tension to cease.

“Zacky, don’t!” Matt screamed, but it was too late, and as Matt’s voice disintegrated from the air, three shots rang out into the silent night, and Matthew Sanders was no more than another dead body. Kneeling on top of the body, sick to the head and laughing like a maniac, Zacky grabbed the carving knife from his back pocket and ripped open Matt’s shirt, sticking the knife right into the middle of the other’s man chest and dragging it through the flesh like a steak, cutting open a large section of the muscular chest. It took effort and soon there was blood all over Zacky’s clothes, hands and face. As the muscle finally came loose, like the lid of a pickle jar, he saw it, the now dead heart weakly pumping it’s last few beats.

And with one hand, a hysterically laughing Zacky ripped the heart out of the other man’s chest and lifted it aloft in the sky, as a triumphant sign that he had won.

***

In the large mansion in the hills that Zacky liked to call his home, Brian could smell the stench of blood even before Zacky had walked into the bedroom. Lain out completely naked, just like Zacky had told him to do so, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Tonight the darker side of him was out to play, and blood and sex turned him on like nobodies business. As soon as Zacky had walked into the room, and Brian saw the blood on his hands and his shirt, it had taken all of his strength not to throw himself at the other man, pin him to the floor and have his way with him.

“Touch yourself, Brian. But don’t you dare cum, or I won’t touch you for the rest of the evening” Zacky ordered as he pulled off his bloody shirt. Brian’s hand wrapped around his cock and started to tease himself, letting his eyes flicker shut as he imagined Zacky stroking him instead. A soft moan fell from his lips and he forced himself to open his eyes again to see Zacky only in his boxers, watching Brian as his manhood grew. Getting up from the bed and kneeling in front of his lover, Brian roughly attached their lips and dragged the other man down on top of him, feeling an overwhelming burn of passion overcome him.

“You’re so sexy when you’re out killing. Do you know how much you turn me on?” Brian growled as his fingers threaded through Zacky’s hair, yanking on the dark strands and earning himself a loud moan from the man beneath him. Oh he definatly knew, and as Brian broke away from the kiss again to bite and suck down Zacky’s neck, the other man knew he would have to gain back control. He grabbed Brian’s jaw and whispered,
“God I fucking love you Brian. Get on the bed, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name” Zacky hissed as Brian jumped away and got onto all fours, the favoured position of Zacky’s, and offered his ass up to his lover.

Without warning, Zacky licked his fingers and probed them into his lover’s tight hole, ignoring the whimper of pain that left Brian’s lips at his rough touch. Zacky spanked him twice, before running his hand over the red skin and thrusting the two fingers in and out, stretching and preparing his lover. Soon, he’d angled his fingers to hit Brian’s sweet spot, and the man beneath him almost screamed out in pure pleasure.
“Jesus fucking Christ Zacky! Right there!” he moaned loudly and Zacky knew he couldn’t contain himself any longer as he spanked Brian one last time and pushed into the other man, groaning loudly as he felt the tight heat engulf him.

“Fuck, Brian, you’re still so tight. A slut like you shouldn’t be this controlled, should he?” Zacky murmured as he waited for Brian to adjust to his size, turning the other man’s head around and colliding their lips and tongues in a fiery kiss. As Zacky began to move again, the pain turned quickly to pleasure and Brian was soon moaning like a cheap whore, which he really was, underneath his fiancé.
“Shit, baby, go faster! I need it!” Brian begged as the other man sped up, angling his thrust slightly so he could find that perfect little spot that would make Brian go absolutely crazy. When he did, the sound of Brian’s scream filled the house, which only fuelled Zacky further.
“You sound so fucking good baby. I’m gonna have that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, and then you can tell me how much you love having my cock in your ass”

“Fuck, Zacky! I l-l-l-love your c-cock!” Brian moaned loudly as Zacky’s hand crawled down Brian’s stomach and started to stroke his neglected cock in time with his forceful rhythm.
“Baby, I’m so fucking close!” Brian whimpered as he twisted the bedsheets underneath his fists for levearage, and Zacky’s thrusts sped up, the white hot ball in his stomach letting him know he was almost ready to blow his load.
“Me too baby. Let it all out, cum for me baby” was all Zacky had to whisper before Brian screamed out loudly and came in spurts all over the bed and Zacky’s hands.

Before Zacky had a chance to cum, Brian had dragged himself away and settled down between Zacky’s legs, letting his lips slip around his lover’s dick and sucking him roughly, dragging his teeth along the underside of his cock. As Brian moaned when fingers tangled in his hair, the vibrations sent Zacky over the edge and he came in Brian’s mouth. As he pulled out, he shuddered when he saw Brian swallow every last drop of his cum, licking his lips afterwards as Zacky crawled on top of him, the two of them kissing each other lovingly.

“I love you baby. Promise me you’ll always be there to protect me?” Brian asked softly, running his hands over Zacky’s tattooed back.
“For you darling? Anything"