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Mac saw the package in his mail, but he didn't have time to stop to open
it. He was late for a briefing session, and the Director was sure to make
him pay for it. The box would still be there when he got back. If the
Director let him live to get back.
He ran into the room, finding himself the immediate focus of four pairs
of eyes. Li Ann's were resigned, Jackie's indifferent, Vic's amused, and the
Director's were cool, letting him know that as usual, he was in trouble.
Some things never changed.
"So good of you to join us, Mr. Ramsey," the Director stated
"Sorry, I forgot to set my alarm last night." Mac decided that
the truth couldn't hurt. It probably wouldn't help, but it couldn't hurt.
"Hmm. Perhaps in future I should have Dobrinsky bring you in for
meetings?" she mused, ignoring his expression of horror.
"Uh, no, that won't be necessary. It was an aberration; it won't
happen again." Mac was sweating at the thought of waking up to
Dobrinsky every morning.
"See that it doesn't. Well, boys and girls, it seems that the Agency
has decided that even our employees require R&R from time to time. So as
of now, you're all on vacation for the next four weeks. I don't want to see
any of you around here till after that. And I expect you to come back rested
and ready to work." With that, she turned and walked out of the room,
leaving Vic, Li Ann and Mac staring at each other while Jackie jumped up
gleefully and raced out.
They hastened to leave before she changed her mind. Li Ann invited the
two men to join her for lunch, but remembering the mysterious package, Mac
asked them to come to his apartment instead. He was curious to see what was
in it. Li Ann agreed, so of course Vic did too.
Mac managed to restrain his curiosity until after lunch. But as soon as
they'd eaten and tidied the kitchen, he headed for the box. He opened it
carefully, but nothing exploded or otherwise did any damage, so he peered
Vic and Li Ann watched curiously as Mac pulled out a letter, a journal,
and some kind of album.
Mac glanced at the signature on the letter, surprised to see that it was
from his father. He started reading the letter, the expression on his face
freezing as he did. He dropped it on the table, opening the album. The first
page showed a picture of a pretty woman holding a newborn baby. Each picture
showed that same woman and the child at different ages, some including Mac's
father. The last few shots were recognizably a young Mac.
He dropped the other book on the table without opening it. According to
his father's letter, it was his mother's journal. It seemed that she hadn't
died when he was a child as his father had told him, but had left them for
some mysterious reason. His father told him in the letter that he felt it
was time to tell Mac the truth and let him decide what to do about it.
"Mac, what's wrong?" Li Ann sounded concerned.
Mac simply handed her the letter, and she and Vic read it.
"So what are you going to do?" Vic asked.
"Go to Hong Kong."
"What?" Li Ann was stunned.
"According to my father's letter, that's the last place he saw my
mother. At least it explains why he kept going back there when I was a kid.
He must have been hoping to find her. Now it's my turn to try. I need
to know what happened to my mother." He hesitated nervously, but he had
to ask. "I could use some help and moral support."
"I can't." Li Ann shook her head. "I can't go back to Hong
Kong. After everything that happened and our father's death, I don't ever
want to go back there again. I'm sorry, Mac, but you can't ask me to do
Mac nodded, but Victor could see the flash of pain in his eyes. He was
amazed to hear himself say, "I'll go with you, Mac. You shouldn't have
to face this alone."
Mac was surprised by the offer, but he took Vic up on it. Although it
should be safe for him to return to Hong Kong now that the Tangs were dead,
he didn't think he could do it alone. And despite their rivalry and constant
bickering, he knew he could count on Vic.
Less than 48 hours after deciding to go, Vic and Mac checked into a suite
at a Hong Kong hotel. It was the first time Mac had used any of the money
he'd inherited when the Tang Godfather died. He still had trouble believing
the old man had forgiven him and Li Ann enough to leave them a large share
of his fortune. And the painting. But he didn't feel right about using the
money most of the time. Only now, knowing how expensive everything was in
Hong Kong and how little money Vic had to spare, especially considering that
he was only there because of Mac, was he willing to touch the money. And
since he was using it, they might as well be comfortable.
Vic looked around the luxurious suite with interest. Seeing how at ease
Mac was in these surroundings, he began to understand the younger man a
little better. He'd known that Mac had been a member of a powerful crime
family, but knowing his background on the streets after being separated from
his father, Vic had never really realized that Mac was accustomed to being
surrounded by the trappings of wealth and power. Taking that into account,
many of his actions made a lot more sense. He watched Mac prowl restlessly,
unable to settle anywhere for more than an instant. The younger man was
obviously anxious to get started.
"So where do we start, Mac?" Vic shrugged when Mac stared at
him in surprise. "You know the city, I don't. So I'll follow your
Mac was surprised. He'd expected to have a battle royal with Vic to make
that very point. Perhaps without Li Ann there to trigger feelings of
rivalry, they'd actually be able to get along. Maybe even become friends. He
admitted, "I'm not really certain where to start. We are, after all,
looking for a woman who disappeared 20 years ago, presumably of her own
volition. And my father was never able to find a trace of her."
"Would he have filed a missing person's report? It would at least
give us some idea of what was checked, maybe even have some information
about her habits and where she liked to go. We need a starting point."
Vic tried to get Mac thinking.
"Uh, yeah, I think he'd have filed a report. But the cops in this
city are not likely to help me with anything. We'll have to steal the
"You want to break into the police station?!"
"Don't be ridiculous! You think I'm nuts?" He glared when Vic
opened his mouth to answer. "I still know people here. I'll hire
someone to hack into their computer system. The files from the 70s should be
By the following afternoon Mac was $10,000 poorer and the proud possessor
of the police file on his mother's disappearance. But when they opened the
file, Mac was sorely disappointed. The only information was the date his
father reported her missing, a vague description and the address they had
been living at then. Mac pushed away from the laptop, swearing. "This
is useless! I'll never find out what happened to her!" He paced across
the room, stopping at the window to stare out blindly, one arm supporting
him against the glass.
Vic stared at Mac silhouetted against the sunset over Kowloon, seeing the
tension in his posture. He walked over to his partner, stopping behind him
and hesitantly putting a hand on his shoulder. Mac stiffened at the touch,
then turned to face Victor, tear tracks showing on his face. Vic slowly
raised a hand to his cheek to wipe the tears away.
Mac's eyes closed at the gentle touch, then fluttered open to stare
directly into Vic's green gaze. He waited uncertainly for Victor's next
Vic stared back, his thoughts racing. What the hell am I doing? Why am
I touching Mac like this? Am I really thinking about comforting him, kissing
him? Whoa! Where did that come from? I want to kiss Mac? Yes. I do. So
Mac's eyes widened as far as possible as Victor leaned toward him, eyes
never leaving his, his intention unmistakable. His lips parted in surprise -
or was it anticipation - just as Vic's gently settled over them.
Vic pressed their mouths together for a moment, content with the touch.
When Mac didn't pull away, he lightly traced Mac's lower lip with his tongue
before sucking it into his own mouth and gently biting down. Mac moaned
faintly and leaned into the kiss. Taking that as encouragement, Vic let his
tongue glide inside Mac's mouth, tracing the contours and learning his
Mac's tongue tentatively met Vic's, welcoming the intruder. He could
taste the beer Vic had earlier, and under it Vic's own flavor. Slowly,
Victor backed away, eyes opening again.
"Come on, you're exhausted. Let's get some sleep before we head back
out tonight," Vic suggested, smiling.
Mac nodded, heading for his bedroom. At the door he stopped. "Would
you stay with me, Vic?" He looked over his shoulder, meeting Vic's eyes
anxiously. "Just hold me? I...I don't want to be alone."
Vic smiled again as he walked over to join Mac. "Of course I will.
Come on." He took Mac's hand, pulling him into the bedroom. Kicking off
his shoes, as did Mac, Victor lay down on the bed, shifting over to make
room for Mac. Mac settled beside him, blindly turning into his embrace,
settling his head on Vic's shoulder and clinging to him as the only familiar
thing in a shifting world.
Vic tightened his arms around Mac, stroking his hair soothingly till the
younger man fell asleep. Smiling down at the man he was coming to realize
was very precious to him, Victor dozed off.
When they woke up a little later, Vic convinced Mac that they couldn't
accomplish anything aimlessly wandering around Hong Kong. Instead they would
go out for a leisurely dinner and enjoy themselves gambling before starting
fresh the next day. So they dressed up for a night on the town, neither
noticing the many second looks they got from members of both sexes since
they were concentrating on each other.
At dinner Mac took every opportunity to touch Victor, a hand on his arm
when he was making a point, a quick brush of their fingers when passing
something, knees pressing together beneath the table. And Vic reciprocated,
finally putting his hand over Mac's on the table and interlacing their
fingers. The meal, though excellent, was sadly under-appreciated, as both
men could have been eating cardboard for all the attention they paid it.
After eating, they went to a Kowloon club that had been Mac's favorite when
he lived in Hong Kong.
Several women greeted Mac with kisses when they saw him, making him look
nervously at Victor. Vic only laughed, having expected that based on what he
knew of Mac's past. But he did watch the group of men eyeing Mac while one
detached himself from the group and walked toward them.
Mac turned and froze. "Jonathan Lao." He bowed slightly.
"I am honored that you remember me."
"How could I not remember he who was as a son to the head of the
Tang family? Why have you returned?"
Mac sighed. "I have no desire to make trouble for anyone or to
become involved in the Family's affairs. I was given information that my
birth mother was last seen in Hong Kong 20 years ago. I am trying to find
out what happened to her."
"Ah." Lao nodded to them and turned away, hesitating briefly.
"Out of respect to Mr. Tang, if I may be of any assistance to you,
please feel free to call upon me."
"Thank you." Mac bowed again as Lao walked away.
"Who was that?" Vic wanted to know.
"The man who replaced my father as the head of the Tang
organization. He is letting me know that there is no price on my head
"I thought that was a given with the old man's death? That's why you
could come back?" Vic sounded angry.
"Not exactly," Mac replied sheepishly. "It was likely that
it was safe for me, but I had no way to be sure. I chose to take the chance.
But you were never in any danger. Even if there still had been a price on my
head, they would not have involved an outsider or harmed you in any
Now Vic was furious. "So I was supposed to just watch them kill you
and go home like nothing happened afterward?! Is that what you think of me?
That I only care about my own safety?" Vic glared at him, hurt and
angry, and stormed away.
Mac stared after him in dismay, wondering what the hell happened. A
minute ago they'd been happy in their own world, and now he was watching
Vic's back disappear through the crowd. He suddenly realized that he'd
better follow Victor, since he had no guarantee that the other man would go
back to the hotel. He'd been totally furious when he left.
He hastened after Vic, just in time to see him step into cab and drive
away. Mac swore and flagged another cab, instructing the driver to follow
the one Vic was in. The driver looked at him strangely when he actually told
him, "Follow that cab" like a character in a bad movie but did as
directed. Mac breathed a sigh of relief when they stopped outside their
hotel, throwing a handful of cash to the driver in his rush to catch up with
Mac stepped into their suite to total silence. He knew that Vic hadn't
had time to leave yet, but the lack of sound made him nervous. It reminded
him of the day he returned to the cheap hotel room he and his father were
sharing, and his father wasn't there. Mac had waited in that room for four
days before the hotel manager kicked him out for non-payment. It had been
just this quiet then. Mac started to shake, sliding down the wall as his
knees refused to support him, ending up huddled on the floor beside the
door. He wrapped his arms around his knees, silently rocking in place, so
consumed by his misery he never noticed when Vic stepped out of his room
wearing a robe.
Vic stopped dead, staring at Mac who obviously didn't see him or anything
outside himself. He moved to the younger man's side, dropping to his knees.
He flinched at the sound of the faint whimpers he could hear now that he was
so close, reaching out to gather Mac into his arms. Mac remained stiff for a
moment before collapsing into Vic's embrace, wrapping his arms around the
other man, and sobbing into his chest. Vic held him tightly as he gasped out
his memories of being abandoned by his father, his fear, and what he'd had
to do to survive on the streets before being lucky enough to try picking the
pocket of the Tang Godfather. Tears ran down Vic's face at what he heard,
but he just held Mac, murmuring soothingly till he quieted.
When Mac was finally still in his arms, Vic pushed himself to his feet,
holding back a groan at the stiffness of his legs and drew Mac up after him,
maintaining his hold on him. He led him to Mac's bedroom, undressing him
while he stood docilely. Mac lay down on the bed at Vic's urging, and Vic
was starting to really worry. Then he noticed that Mac was staring at him, a
child's fear and longing in his eyes. At least he was reacting.
Vic shrugged off his robe, lying down beside Mac, both of them in their
boxers. Mac reached out tentatively, and when Victor didn't reject his
touch, he snuggled closer, his arm across Vic's chest and his head tucked
into the hollow of his shoulder. Vic held him, wondering when the cocky
ex-thief had lost all his defenses and started depending on him. He dropped
a kiss on the tousled head, hoping the rest of the trip would be less
stressful for both of them. He fell asleep without any answers.
Vic woke up the next morning to the sensation of a warm tongue stroking
his cock just before someone - Mac - swallowed him. He arched into the mouth
sucking him, still half asleep, moaning with pleasure. He could feel Mac's
tongue fluttering along his length before he pulled back until only the tip
remained in his mouth, and he flicked the tip of his tongue across the head.
Vic couldn't help thrusting into Mac's mouth, wanting more, loving what he
was doing to him.
He groaned in pleasure, combing his fingers through Mac's hair and
holding his head to himself. Mac had obviously done this before; Vic
couldn't believe the pleasure. He started fucking Mac's mouth, ramming deep
into his throat, and Mac took it easily, letting Vic's erection slide down
his throat to be milked by his throat muscles. Vic came with a hoarse cry,
stroking Mac's hair as he calmed down.
He pulled Mac off him, tilting his head up to meet his eyes, expecting to
see the familiar grin. Instead he was shocked to find a blank expression
worthy of any street whore. "Mac?"
The sound of his voice seemed to snap Mac out of it, and he blinked,
awareness flooding into his face. He stared at Vic's naked and obviously
well pleasured body, horror mounting in his eyes. "No, oh no! What did
I do?! God, I'm sorry, Vic! I never meant to..." he trailed off, sure
Vic must be totally disgusted by him now.
Vic had a pretty good idea what Mac was thinking, based on his body
language and what he'd said the previous night about selling himself for
food after his father disappeared. Vic could see Mac sinking into
depression, torturing himself.
Mac's attention was suddenly jolted back to his surroundings when Vic
rolled on top of him. He stared into green eyes for a moment before Vic
lowered his head to bite at his throat, sucking on the sensitive skin and
marking him. Mac moaned, tilting his head back to give the other man better
access. No one had ever cared enough about him to mark him as theirs before.
The only marks he'd borne had been caused by uncaring lust or occasionally
Vic pulled back to survey his brand on Mac, satisfied that he'd marked
his territory. He continued his exploration of Mac's body, drawing the tip
of his tongue around the circumference of Mac's nipples and occasionally
flicking across them. When Mac was whimpering more or less constantly, Vic
concentrated on one nipple, drawing it into his mouth to suck and nibble on
his treat while he rolled the other between the thumb and forefinger of one
hand. Even with Vic's weight on him, Mac arched off the bed.
Vic smiled and continued his game, occasionally switching from one nipple
to the other. When he thought he'd teased Mac long enough, he continued
working his way down his lover's body, leaving marks here and there from his
love bites. Mac was pleading incoherently, and since Vic's goal was to
pleasure him this time, he slid down to engulf Mac's cock. His reward
was a long, hoarse groan of pleasure from the younger man. Vic sucked
lightly, still teasing Mac, wanting to excite him more than he'd ever been.
"Vi-ic, please! Oh god!...Yes, so good...more....please," Mac
moaned. He started to thrust harder into Vic's mouth, his first move for his
Vic was delighted, both at Mac's tiny sign of aggression and at hearing
him call his name. He hadn't been completely sure that Mac knew who he was
with. He pulled away, prompting a groan and a clutch at his head.
"Wait, love," he dropped a quick kiss on Mac's mouth, becoming
even more aroused when he could taste a faint hint of himself there.
"You'll like this."
Pushing up so that he knelt straddling Mac, Vic held his fingers to Mac's
mouth until the younger man took them inside, sucking on them. When they
were thoroughly wet, Vic gradually worked two fingers into his own ass while
staring into Mac's eyes.
Mac had never seen anything as sexy as Victor kneeling over him,
pleasuring himself while preparing his ass. His cock jumped at the sight,
and he reached for Vic, wanting to touch him.
Vic smiled and distracted Mac by taking hold of his cock, stroking it and
making sure to spread the pre-cum over it. Then he shifted forward so that
Mac's erection was behind him, pressing against his ass. He gripped it
firmly in one hand, still holding Mac's gaze with his own, and pressed down
on it, forcing the head past the ring of muscle. He gasped at the burning
sensation and froze, letting his body become accustomed to the presence
within it. It had been a very long time since he'd had a male lover, and
he'd almost forgotten how good it felt. He slowly slid down the rampant
cock, forcing the entire length inside himself. They both groaned with
pleasure when Mac was fully seated, as far inside Victor as he could get.
Vic held him there for a moment, flexing his muscles to hear Mac's moan of
pleasure. Finally, he began to move. Mac again reached for Vic's cock,
wanting to please him, but Victor wanted this to be completely unlike those
paid encounters with selfish men and women who didn't care whether Mac
enjoyed it at all. He caught Mac's hands in his own, interlacing their
fingers while he rode Mac. Even without touching his cock, he could feel
himself approaching orgasm from the pleasure of Mac's cock in his ass. But
he wasn't going to come till Mac did. He altered his movements, adding a bit
of a twist. Mac's breath hitched, then he arched up into Vic, pumping his
essence deep inside his lover while he cried Vic's name. Vic relaxed his
rigid control then, slamming down onto Mac twice more, feeling his cock hit
his prostate each time, and he came, covering them both with his semen.
Vic slumped over Mac, their bodies still joined, and gasped for air. He
felt Mac's hands come up to stroke his back, and he raised his head to meet
"Thank you," Mac said simply.
"It was my pleasure."
"Not entirely," Mac replied with a ghost of his usual cocky
Vic smiled back, carefully pulling off of Mac, prompting gasps from both
of them when he did. He stretched out beside Mac, who immediately snuggled
into his embrace. He thought absently that they really should clean up, but
he fell asleep before he could move.
After the stress of the previous night, Vic and Mac were late getting
started the next day. It was nearly noon when Vic woke up, finding Mac lying
beside him, watching him. He smiled sleepily and pulled the younger man in
for a kiss. When he finally released him, Mac looked a lot happier and more
"About this morning..." Mac started.
"I don't have any regrets," Vic interrupted. "Unless you
"No!" Mac was emphatic. "I didn't know it could be like
that." He wouldn't meet Vic's eyes.
"But, Li Ann?"
Mac sighed and shifted uncomfortably. "I know now that I was never
in love with her. I loved - love - her like a sister, and I wanted to
be in love with her, but we were just comfortable together. Because we were
both with the Tangs, I thought I could count on her always being there for
me. It wasn't fair to dump that on her like I've done."
"But to answer your question, it was...nice...between us. Of course
it was, we'd both been trained to give pleasure. But nothing more than that.
And before that, it was always business and about my customer. And since
joining the Agency, well, there haven't really been that many."
Vic didn't know what to say. Mac was essentially telling him that he'd
never really had a lover. No wonder he'd been willing to marry that arms
dealer after they had sex. "So what do you want to happen between us,
Mac stared, unable to answer at first. No one had ever asked him
that before. He was afraid to ask for what he wanted because it mattered too
Vic could see his confusion and fear and tried to make it easier for him.
"I want to give us a try. I think we could be good together, but
only if you want that too."
After an instant of frozen immobility, Mac threw himself on top of
Victor, grabbing on tightly and kissing the chest beneath him.
Vic grinned and wrapped his arms around Mac. "I'll take that as a
It was some time before they finally got up.
"It looks smaller than I remember." Mac was staring at the
apartment building where he had lived as a child.
"You're a lot bigger than you were then," Vic pointed out.
"But I thought you didn't remember it?"
"I don't. Not really. But it's familiar, now that I see it."
"Come on, let's see if any of the neighbors lived here then and know
your family." Vic led the way inside.
Two hours later, they were both tired and frustrated. No one seemed to
have lived there more than five or ten years. The two men had no idea what
to try next. They sat down on a bench outside the building and tried to come
up with an idea.
"You have your mother's eyes."
They jumped at the unexpected voice, turning to see a fortyish man
looking at Mac.
"You have her eyes. And you look a lot like her."
"You knew my mother?"
"Yes, my family used to live here. I come back sometimes to tend the
tree my mother planted," nodding toward one nearby. "Your mother
was my first crush when I was a boy, and like most boys, I didn't hide it
very well. But she was always very kind to me. I ran into her once in London
when I was at Oxford, and she remembered me-"
"You saw her after we left here? When?" Mac interrupted
"Why, yes. It must have been around 82 or 83. I had gone up to
London for the weekend to see a show, and I saw her in a pub. I remember how
sad she looked. We talked for a few minutes, and I went to the show. I never
saw her again."
"Thank you, oh thank you so much. You have no idea how much you've
helped me." Mac shook his hand vigorously.
"I am pleased to have been of assistance. Please remember me to your
While Mac was floundering for a reply, the man nodded politely and left.
Mac turned to Vic excitedly. "Now we know that she was still
alive at least in 1982. And she was in London. I have to go try to find her
"We." When Mac looked at him in confusion, Vic repeated, "We
have to go to London."
Mac smiled and nodded, and they headed back to their hotel to make
arrangements to leave for London the following day.
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