Gavin was supposed to drop Clay’s sisters off an hour ago. Pacing by the door, he glanced at the clock. He’d told the medic he would be on time. Clay had been assisting the medical staff since he’d returned from headquarters. Generally, Clay didn’t like to be late. He made another pass by the door. Where was Gavin? And he had an even bigger question, where was Butch?

The knock had Clay scowling.

“Finally.” Clay swung the door open and was met with three guards and the water base boss, Norman.

“Agent Claymore Wicks?” Norman pulled out a document.

“What’s this about?”

“You are hereby quarantined due to your illness.”

“My illness?” Clay snatched the paper out of the boss’s hands. His eyes scanned the information and then jumped to the short roly-poly man before him. According to the medics on the water base, they claimed the surge of sadness and depression was due to Clay’s gift. They were blaming the suicide attempts on Clay’s ability. He shook his head at the document. “This is a mistake.”

“Prove it.” The boss waved at the third guard with him. “Use your gift on Maliki.”

Clay shrugged. He set his hand on Maliki’s chubby forearm and pushed out his gift. He didn’t have time for this. He was late for work, and he had to discover Gavin and the girls and see what the hell Butch was doing. In the back of Clay’s mind, he knew he couldn’t slow down. If he did, he would think about Brice. Fuck Brice. The man didn’t want him. He’d refused to see Clay even though he tried multiple times before he left HQ.

Clay took his hand off Maliki when the stranger burst into tears. The guard sank to the floor sobbing. That had never happened before.

“Claymore Wicks,” Norman began. “You are hereby quarantined until your gift is under control.”

“You can’t do that.”

“For the safety of the base, I can,” the boss snapped. “I will not have an entire base crying and skipping work to kill themselves. We cannot afford a wave of depression while no one does anything. This is a pandemic. We are fighting Snow Flu. You have been helping the medic, and you have literally put your hands on hundreds of people on my base.”

The two guards in leather gloves grabbed Clay’s biceps.

“Alright.” Clay shoved off their squeezing fingers. “I’ll go. But I’m sure my gift will go back to normal.”

“Or maybe you can take a mission where you touch all the Original members,” one of the guards chuckled. “Make them cry.”

“I have to check with Agent Gavin and my sisters. Gavin took the girls to the underground park.” Clay planted his feet. “I’ll go after I see them.”

“I have spoken with Agent Gavin,” the boss said as he motioned Clay to follow him into the hall. “We don’t want you to infect your little sisters. Let’s just keep this civil until it’s all worked out.”

“It’s no biggie,” Clay muttered. Civil only meant they wouldn’t shoot him right now.

One of the guards helped Maliki off the floor. The other man escorted Clay and the boss down the hall.

Clay knew his home base well enough that he knew where the quarantine holding area was located. When they reached the outer office, Clay spotted Butch through a small window in the wall. His brother was next to two large backpacks in a secured room. Although Clay couldn’t hear what was said, Butch was clearly yelling about something. He waved his hands and threw down a folder. Papers fluttered at the agent behind the desk.

Clay didn’t get a chance to catch his brother’s eye. The guard escorting him pushed him into a little room of all cement and no windows. The room had two doors with a bench between them. Once he entered, the guard vanished.

Walking around the room, Clay checked on the opposite side to see if he could escape. There was only a speaker near the ceiling above a second door. Even though Clay tried to be calm about his captivity, getting locked up had become a trigger. Since the hut, he valued freedom.

Clay tried each of the doors in turn. Both were locked and sealed. He closed his eyes to keep his panic at bay.

“Please strip.” An automatic voice spoke a clear, sharp command over the mounted speaker.

“I don’t have Snow Flu,” Clay called. “This is a mistake.” He wondered about Brice. It was all a mistake.

The voice sounded like a robot, and Clay thought if he could explain to someone that he was in quarantine because his gift got altered. Walking to the center of the room. Clay glared at the door.

“I don’t have Snow Flu,” he called.

Suddenly a lock clicked. He grinned. They must be listening.

Clay opened the exit and headed into the next space. The room was similar to the last one. There was a metal bench, speaker, cement walls, and no windows. The only difference was the ceiling was lined with pipes.

“Please wait.”

Abruptly, the pipes above him started to spray like a sprinkler system on high.

“Fuck.” Clay shielded his eyes and nose and tried to dodge the liquid. “Hey.” There was no place to go. He knew by the white stream that the spray was the chemical that the H.S.P.C. used for Snow Flu.

“I don’t have Snow Flu.” Clay covered his face with his shirt. Just as quickly as it began, the chemical downpour stopped.

“Please walk to the next room,” the automated voice instructed.

Clay cursed and then entered the next space when the door slid open. In this room hung a plastic robe.

This time Clay went with the directions. He took off all his clothes. They were soaking, and the chemical burned. Everything he had now smelled like antiseptic and potent soap. The only thing he left on was his glowing gears bracelet that marked him as an agent.

After tossing all his articles in a pile, he glanced around. The next room was lined with shower nozzles. When the water blasted, Clay quickly stepped into the warm spray and washed off the white splatter on his skin. Finally, the burn stopped as he rinsed his hair. After the water ended, Clay glared at his clothes. He wasn’t putting on those again. He grabbed the plastic robe, pulled the garment over his shoulders, and then tied the rope around his waist.

No biggie.

If he had to sit in a plastic robe until this was worked out, he could do that. At least there was one good thing about this insanity. It was hard to think about Brice. In fact, right now, Brice was the last thing on his mind.

Entering the next cement enclosure, he swallowed hard. Sitting on a cot was Brice in a plastic robe, with wet hair and red-rimmed eyes. The man looked exhausted.

“Clay?” Brice rose, and before Clay could speak, Brice had him up against the hard cement. Hot, firm lips were on his in a second.

Clay wanted to tell Brice that he’d missed his chance. They were over…. but Clay didn’t say any of that. He kissed Brice with all the lust and need surging inside of him. Fuck, he’d missed Brice like a drowning man missed solid land.

Bringing up his arms, Clay hugged Brice as if he would never let go. He circled Brice’s shoulders and held on to those massive muscles. Maybe they could have one last time. He didn’t know what to say, and honestly, Clay didn’t care about words or explanations. Brice was here. He would figure out why later and take what he could get now. Clay knew they’d broken up, but his body cared nothing for that information.

Lips locked on lips. Clay could barely breathe since every inhale was like swallowing sparks of raw desire. The longing built inside of him like a roaring wild beast growing in his chest. Clay was yanked to the canvas cot at the side of the room. Brice’s hands caressed him everywhere, and he was only dimly aware of his plastic robe being ripped from his body. They tumbled until Clay was pinned to the rough fabric of the cot. This was exactly like the closet.

“Clay.” Brice shoved off his plastic robe and tried to kiss Clay all at the same time. He then gripped Clay’s hard-on while offering targeted bites and the flick of his tongue. The kiss they shared was all-consuming but never enough. Clay didn’t know how he could be this hard, this fast. One look at Brice and that was all the encouragement his cock needed. His shaft throbbed as if nothing had happened, and no time had passed. His body reacted to Brice as it did from the very beginning. Clay couldn’t think when Brice’s hands and mouth were all over him.

Once naked, Brice slipped down Clay’s body. He engulfed Clay’s cock in one smooth plunge. Clay cried out and bucked into the suction.

“Brice, I…”

Whatever Clay was gonna say was forgotten. Brice’s vigorous sucking had all of Clay’s attention. The grader drew on his tormented flesh and then licked back down until Clay rocked into the feeling.

After Brice ripped his mouth off Clay’s body, he was back to kissing him as if he would never stop. They kissed like this would be the last time or like it would have to last a long time. Brice’s touch tore him aside and put him back together. Their mouths became a tangled mess of bruising metallic bites and sweet explosive licks. A wordless invitation was offered and then accepted. The frantic grip on Clay’s skin made him euphoric. They rolled and kissed and sucked. Brice nipped at his chest and nipples. Clay was overwhelmed by each rough gasp and interweaving embrace.

“Fuck me,” Brice begged. The man rolled until Clay blanked him. “Please. I need…”

Clay stared down at Brice, now trapped under him. He lifted Brice’s legs and spread the man wide. Clay pushed against Brice’s muscular frame pinning him to the cot. Every darting lick and grazed caress had Clay searching for more. His heart was breaking, and he knew that the organ would crumble if Brice walked out of here. His heart would never be salvaged, but even knowing that Clay was gonna do it.

“It might be painful.” Clay dropped his eyes to Brice’s chest hair. He meant the sex but also giving his heart over one last time.

“Please?” Brice moved his hips. “I want you inside of me. I’m not going to wait to get out of here.”

Clay nodded. There was something profound about those words. This was it. He could feel the shift in his gut. Brice was right. He wasn’t gonna wait either. No matter what happened after this, he would remember this moment forever. Being with Brice would be a cherished memory if this relationship was truly over.

With a shaky breath, Clay spread pre-cum over Brice’s waiting hole. His fingers stroked, and he listened to Brice’s soft moans. After licking his fingers, Clay spat into his hand. Grasping his cock, Clay tried to get himself as wet as he could.

Sexy hooded eyes studied him as Brice kept his stare locked on Clay’s movements. To the music of harsh breathing, Clay brought his hands to Brice’s balls. Gently, he stroked them before he lifted them into his palm. His other hand traced the grader’s taint, and then Clay ran his fingers up Brice’s crack. He rimmed Brice’s hole as he recalled every time he’d come here.

Broad shoulders heaved as though Brice was in a great struggle. The tightly packed muscles of his waist and stomach quivered with every touch. Clay worked the puckered entrance to Brice’s body. Licking his fingers, he used as much of his saliva as he could to ready the other man.

Carefully, Brice reached for Clay as if he might run away. If only Brice knew how he wasn’t moving from this spot. They were gonna do this, and short of Brice saying stop, Clay wasn’t leaving. Brice licked his palm and then griped Clay’s shaft. The slick sound of his wet hand gliding down his hardon filled Clay’s ears. That warm touch added an intoxicating heat. The way Brice pumped his fist and twisted his hand had Clay mindlessly gasping.

Rocking his hips toward Brice’s hold, his climax started to create. Suddenly, his grader stopped. Clay’s eyes flew open. Again, Brice pressed himself back on the cot. He put both his hands up near the top and waited.

Clay spat into his hand and glided it over his shaft. His pre-cum mixed with the saliva and dripped along the sides.

“Use your fingers first.” Brice caught Clay’s hands and brought them to his mouth. One by one, Brice licked at each of Clay’s digits. “Start there.”

Yes. He would begin there.

When Brice let go of his wrists, Clay lowered his head. Bending forward, Clay swiped his tongue over Brice’s tip. A groan rumbled from the other man causing something wild and turbulent to smolder inside of him. Seeing his grader have pleasure because of Clay’s actions gave him immense satisfaction. Excitement rolled through his stomach. With his left hand, Clay caressed Brice’s balls and lifted them. They tucked themselves closer to Brice’s body as if they anticipated what was about to happen. Using his fingers, Clay probed at Brice’s hole. He coated his cleft with saliva as Brice spread his legs wider.

The other man’s legs moving further aside was the go-ahead. He pushed the tip of his finger into the tight ring of muscle. His digit made the same in and out movement he wanted his cock to make. Slow was best since he didn’t want this to be over any time soon. If Clay only had Brice for one last fuck, he was gonna take his time.

While he glided his digit back and forth, Clay curled closer to the other man’s body. His chin rubbed gently on Brice’s balls, and then he moved his mouth over the grader’s cock. He remembered every time Brice had done this to him. The memory was on repeat. Brice groaned when Clay licked him. A powerful feeling surged through him like an electrical current. The tight hole stretched, and he slipped another finger alongside the first. Brice threw his hand against the wall. When Brice began to thrust his hips, the action drove Brice’s cock deeper into Clay’s mouth. Clay stayed still so that he only suckled the tip.

“Please, Clay.” Brice panted. “Please.” His hips rocked. Clay added a third finger and began to lick the drooling erection.

Brice switched from the word “please” to growling out the word “more.” Louder, he moaned before giving a low rumble from his chest. When Clay finally captured his cock entirely and sucked, Brice shook. Clay did that a few times before he lifted his head.

“Please.” Brice’s eyes popped open and shot to Claymore. “I missed you so much.”

“Did you?” Clay kept his eyes glued to him and removed his fingers.

“Clay just…” Brice shuddered. “I want you inside of me. Please.”

Keeping an eye on Brice’s expression, Clay put his thumbs on either side of his tight fissure. Once he was in position, he guided his cock to the entrance. He pressed forward–a mere flexing of his hips into the grader’s backside.

Brice’s eyes closed as he took a deep quivering breath. Clay could feel his ass relaxing around his shaft. He pushed marginally harder until his crown entered Brice’s body. When Clay had his full head inside of Brice, the other man wrapped his arms around Clay’s shoulders.

“Fuck me, Clay.”

That was what Clay wanted. He wanted Brice to be his to fuck and to love and everything else in between. From his position, being inside of Brice was mind-blowing. He wanted this forever. The hole was sizzling and hungry and clinging to his skin. He wanted Brice to feel how phenomenal this truly was. This was real desire. There was no corpse-cock anymore.

“More?” Clay asked. He wanted Brice to enjoy what he was doing. Maybe even scream his name. If anyone were in the quarantine rooms, they would hear the pleasure he wanted to give his grader.

Reaching for Brice’s cock, Clay slipped his hand up and down and stroked his skin with a twisting motion. Claymore ran his hand over the sensitive part of the bottom of Brice’s thick crown before he pressed his thumb into the top. While he rubbed Brice, he forced himself not to think about how incredible it felt to have Brice’s tight hole clasping his erection.

Brice’s eyes roll back. His hips began to move as if they had been waiting for the green light. Lodged as Clay was in Brice, Clay’s shaft slid in deeper and then out part of the way. Clay angled his hips and leaned forward as he trembled. The hole was so fucking tight, and he wondered he might lose his mind. He kissed Brice and then sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. His hand kept pumping.

“This okay?”

“Better than okay.” Brice gasped. “Phenomenal. Always phenomenal with you.”

Clay kept up the light shallow thrusts. His hand continued fondling the other man’s cock. When Brice began to beg for more, and when he started to buck his hips, Clay was sure Brice truly meant what he said. This was phenomenal.

As his dick started to push deeper, Clay took his free hand to hold Brice’s wrists above his head. The fit was fantastic. Mindlessly, he kissed him again as he glided further into the other man’s body.

Clay was losing his ability to keep his gentle pace. He lifted away from Brice’s mouth. Clay was afraid if they kept kissing, he would forget what he was doing and drive forward too forcefully. Right now, the slight swaying of his hips was stretching Brice’s ass to perfection

Brice’s body accommodated his size more and more. Clay pulled out to the tip, then sank back in. The wet hole accepted him. His grader’s body felt like every inch was made for him. Clay was now buried up to his balls. He pumped Brice’s cock in his fist. Right away, his grader reacted to the rhythm. The more his hips thrust, the more he let Clay’s cock glide.

Soon, Clay was about to climax. The semen in his balls rose like the tide. They were preparing to exit. Clay rubbed Brice’s shaft quicker using the pre-cum that seeped out the head. His hips drove forward. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t stop. Clay knew he shoved into Brice’s ass too roughly, but he couldn’t stop, and Brice didn’t tell him to.

“I’m going to come.” A tremor cascaded down Clay’s spine. “So hot…”

“Come inside of me,” Brice groaned. “My shepherd.”

His grader grabbed some of Clay’s hair. Brice yanked until he could jam his tongue into Clay’s mouth.

Teeth nipped. Hips thrust. The moment was all a dream and a phenomenal reality. With one final shove forward, Clay’s entire body convulsed. Crying out, Clay ejaculated deep into Brice’s squeezing hole. On the second thrust, Brice erupted in Clay’s fist. White seed spurted over his fingers. Hot juice splattered both their abs. Clay shuddered and unloaded every last piece of himself into Brice. If Brice had come here to say they were over, Clay wouldn’t believe him this time.