"Do come in, Mr. Vance..." Brian said, gesturing the CEO of Vangard Advertising into his opulent hotel suite.

Vance outstretched his hand, gripping Brian's in a firm shake before following him inside the suite. "I'm not quite sure how to address you... or why I'm even here."

"That will be made clear shortly," Brian told him coldly. "Please have a seat. I don't generally use my royal title. Time is of great urgency to me right now, and I was seeking an immediate audience. You can refer to me by my legal American name."

"So, Brian Kinney the international financier is also Prince Brahim of Brakania?" Vance asked in bewilderment.

Brian nodded as he watched Vance take a seat. "That's correct. Can I offer you a drink?"

"No, but thank you. It's early yet and I'd like to get back to the office as soon as possible." He looked at Brian intently, totally clueless as to why he was here, but following the ominous call he had shared with this man, feeling he had no real choice.

You may change your mind about that drink very soon, Gardner Vance. "I've recently acquired some information that leads me to the conclusion that we could help each other enormously."

"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Kinney. I get the impression this doesn't pertain to any advertising needs, though..." Vance answered, his bad feeling continuing to grow... one that had begun from the moment he received the phone call only an hour ago.

Brian inclined his head. "Very astute. Pick up the file on the table... look it over, and then we'll talk."

Vance reached for the file, slowly opening it... his eyes widening as he viewed the contents inside. His face paled as he turned to look at the impassive face of the prince, having no doubt his life was about to change - perhaps not for the better. "Why do you have this, Mr. Kinney? These are my personal financial records. I don't even want to know how you even acquired them, but as I don't owe you money, I'd love to know why you do."

"Very simple, Mr. Vance. I am in a position to help you. As it is, you are on the verge of losing everything. You are in debt so deep no matter how much revenue you are currently receiving - you cannot dig your way out." Brian looked at him intently, his gaze unflinching as he continued to elaborate on the futility of his situation. "You went to some very unsavory men for help. These are not the sort that wait long for payment... or offer extended payment plans."

"I realize this... as I did at the time, but I was desperate. What I don't understand is how you are involved in this? I doubt you are looking to invest in my company," Vance spoke, his confusion registering clearly.

"No, I'm not." Brian pulled out his checkbook, tearing off a check and passing it over to his helpless prey. "This is a check that covers the totality of your debt. You would own your company outright... no leans on you. In this day and time, that is not a common occurrence."

Vance's eyes widened at both the check and at the implications of what it would mean for his life. No debt over his head. It was an amount that was unfathomable to have given to him. Undoubtedly, it was too good to be true. The catch had to be immense. Swallowing with difficulty, Vance muttered, "Perhaps I would like that drink."

Brian laughed. "I thought you would change your mind. Scotch, isn't it?"

"H-how did you know?" Vance sputtered out. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

Moving to the bar, Brian splashed a large amount of scotch into the glass, returning with it just as quickly. Handing it to Gardner Vance, who had a slightly trembling hand, he answered, "I make it a habit of knowing things that will benefit me."

"Okay." Vance took a large drink of the burning liquid. "Here's my next question. What's in this for you?"

"You have in your employ someone that I wish to have in my service... in my home country. All I require is for him to be sent there. Of course, I will fund the tickets. Once the young man boards the plane for Brakania, your job is finished. I expect complete discretion, though. This conversation stays within these walls," Brian clipped out, his eyes glowing fiercely as he felt how close he was to victory.

Setting his glass down, more to still his shaking hand than anything else, Vance looked at Brian incredulously... unable to comprehend exactly what this all meant. "Who is the man? And why do you want him there?"

"The young man is Justin Taylor. His skills are of great interest to me. Let me assure you, I am a civilized man. I don't intend to harm him. When I am finished with using his special services, he will be returned... and you will have a huge debt off of your shoulders." Brian's gaze pierced him intently. "Do we have a deal?"

Vance stood to his feet, pacing back and forth nervously. "I don't know. Why don't you just offer Justin the job personally? All this subterfuge is a bit unsettling."

"I have recently met Justin through his father. Let's just say we got off on the wrong foot. I need you to send him there. He cannot know of my involvement. If you fail to deliver, I can make things extremely difficult for you, Mr. Vance..." Brian threatened, having no problem with using his power to achieve his goals.

"Difficult?" he asked, unable to believe the context of this discussion.

"A few well-placed calls to your creditors... both the banking institutions and your more unsavory ones. Not only can I ruin you financially... but I can make you a marked man as well. Do you want to push me, all for the sake of keeping one valued employee on board?" Brian snapped, determined to make everything fall into place immediately.

Gardner Vance shook his head, back and forth. "No. It seems you have me fenced in. I will do this for you... on your word that no harm comes to Justin."

"You have my word, Mr. Vance. I don't know how long it will take, but Justin will return unharmed." His eyes glittered fiercely. "I only have two conditions - one I have previously stated. Justin cannot know of my involvement... and it must be done immediately. Any problems with that?"

"No. I will think of something to tell him to get him on that plane. Getting him to cooperate for the job you have in mind will be on you once he arrives," Vance answered, pocketing the check... feeling as if he'd just thrown a lamb to the wolves. He did it willingly knowing how much this check would save his ass... and believing that the prince didn't mean any true harm to Justin. "Shall I call you when it's been set up?"

Brian nodded, pulling out a personal card displaying his cell phone number. "Yes. I will have airline tickets waiting for him at the airport. I expect to hear from you very soon."

Walking to the door, Vance inclined his head in agreement. "I will speak with him when he returns from lunch. I should be in touch later today."

"Excellent," Brian purred. He watched as Gardner Vance made his way out and headed towards the elevator. Such a weak-minded man, he thought. He would never give up such a prize as Justin Taylor. Of course, Vance wasn't personally invested in him. Brian was intensely invested. He was paying out a large fortune to have Justin brought to him. Brian didn't intend to let him leave until he had completely assuaged this painful desire the blond generated inside of him. A release that he knew only Justin could fully appease.

Justin frowned at the pretentious front desk clerk in complete disbelief that his trip here had been wasted. He had no idea why he had come... he had only known it was something he needed to do. After all that he and the aggravating Brian Kinney had been through in such a short span of time, he was still man enough to admit that he might have misjudged him. Justin had been tormented from the time he had ended the call with his mother. He couldn't let Brian return home before telling him so... and thanking him for granting his father the extension. Once that was finished, they would be as well. Now, he was being told that Mr. Kinney was in a private section of the hotel... and that he didn't accept visitors of any kind.

"Listen, I'm doing this during my lunch hour. I really don't have time for this," Justin expelled in total exasperation. Oblivious to his words being heard by the guards seated in chairs at the center of the lobby, Justin brazened on. "Can't you simply call Mr. Kinney and ask him if he wants to see me? Trust me, he would accept. In fact, I think he would be angry if you didn't tell him of my visit!"

The clerk looked down his nose at Justin, crinkling it in response. "I hardly think so."

"It's just one phone call. If he says no, then I'll be on my way..." Justin snapped, unaware of the guards standing and monitoring Justin closely, looking for any sign of a threat being posed to their prince.

"I suggest you leave, Sir. Mr. Kinney left specific instructions not to be disturbed under any circumstances... that pertains to your business with him as well." The clerk stared at Justin coldly, not realizing the man in question was now advancing on them. "You will leave now... or I'll have you removed from the hotel premises."

"What is the meaning of this?" Brian demanded, his gaze giving a warning glance towards his guards standing in the middle of the hotel lobby, along with other onlookers that had quickly observed the disturbance.

The clerk swallowed nervously. "Uhhh, Mr. Kinney. I'm sorry we disturbed you. This young man was requesting to see you. He insisted you'd want to see him, but as he isn't on your list, I assumed otherwise."

Brian's eyes moved over the object of his obsession, drinking in every detail of the perfect body that he vowed to possess in every way imaginable. "You assumed incorrectly," he snapped. His gaze softened as he looked into Justin's confused and apprehensive eyes, smiling at him in greeting. "This is a surprise, Justin. You wanted to see me?"

Justin nodded, beginning to wonder if this hadn't been a mistake of huge proportions. "Yes. That is, if you have a minute. It won't take long. As it is, I'm on my lunch hour."

He looked at his most desired prey with a studied calculation. "By all means, let's get on with it then. Follow me."

Swallowing nervously, uncertain if he wanted to be completely alone with this man... remembering only too well the incident in the stables, Justin froze and held back. "Here is fine. As I said... it won't take very long."

Brian grasped Justin's arm, pulling him towards the elevator. "Nonsense. I don't discuss business of any kind in hotel lobbies. We'll be in my suite soon enough."

"S-suite?" Justin asked tremulously.

"Yes, Justin. My suite," Brian whispered back... his eyes all but devouring the gorgeous boy.

Brian had to bite back a groan at that vulnerable, lost little boy strain in his voice. It was such a fucking turn-on. The exact state he intended to have him in once he arrived in Brakania. Fuck, the boy would be lucky if he didn't take him here and now. His body was throbbing in need for him as they stood in the confines of the elevator. He had never wanted anything as he did this beautiful blond. Brian cautioned himself to be calm for whatever it was that had caused Justin to seek him out. He couldn't reveal himself now. He was on the verge of accomplishing his goal... he couldn't allow anything to disrupt that. Taking him now would be a huge mistake. Brian knew once wouldn't be nearly enough. He wanted to enjoy him, over and over again. Ravage the boy in every possible way until he was completely sated. Then, and only then, would he send him back home again.

Once they reached his floor, Brian stepped out first, having decided that he didn't want to walk behind that delectable ass. That was far more temptation than his hot-blooded nature could handle. He swept his key card over the beam, waiting as the door swung open, stepping inside... smiling as Justin lagged a good distance behind. "Come along, Justin. I promise I won't bite... well, unless you ask me very nicely."

Justin flushed. "That's not why I came here... and something that won't be happening..."

"What a shame..." Brian drawled, closing the door behind them once Justin finally stepped inside. "Have a seat... and tell me why you wanted to see me."

"It's nothing really." Justin shrugged his shoulders, taking a moment to look around the large room, having no intention of staying long enough to be seated; quickly seeing that Brian's luggage was packed and next to the door. "You really are leaving, then?"

Brian nodded. "That's the plan. Did you come all the way over here, on your lunch hour even, simply to determine that? I must say that's encouraging."

"Don't let it be. I like to admit when I'm wrong... and it appears I was with you," Justin said, looking away from the penetrating heat in Brian's eyes.

"Wrong?" Brian asked, refusing to allow the little fucker to make him feel guilty. His present course was set, no matter how sweet Justin tried to be now. Brian knew without a doubt there was just as much tartness beneath the surface as there was the sweet image he projected.

Justin averted his eyes, more than uncomfortable with having this discussion in Brian's suite. "Well... it's been more than apparent you wanted me in your bed. After your offers, I guess I thought you would continue to use that as a dangling carrot to entice me in order to end your investigation. I was wrong. You are honest about what you want. I admire that. And when my dad came up clean in your investigation - you not only closed it, but granted him the extension as well."

Brian laughed mockingly. "Oh, Justin. What a rude wake-up call you have facing you in the real world. My motives are never altruistic. I never do anything without a reason. I stopped investigating your father because I didn't find anything - this time. I will still be watching him very closely... but from afar. I have other matters that require my more immediate attention."

"Well, whatever the reason - thank you. I don't think you're nearly as hard as you profess, though. Now, I need to get back to work. That's all I wanted to say." Justin walked towards the door, his hand on the handle when he felt the sudden heat of Brian pressing against him, the feel of his cock prodding at him through his pants. Justin gasped, unwillingly feeling his ass push backwards against him, willing himself to resist this all too enticing man. Fuck. He knew he should have done this with a phone call. Why hadn't he listened to his instincts? "B-Brian, please don't do this. I need to go. This needs to be goodbye."

Brian groaned as he felt his cock nestling into the crack of Justin's ass - clearly felt through the material that separated them... his primitive instincts telling him to take the boy now. Fuck, he feels so good. How good will he feel beneath me - naked - nothing but skin on skin? "Begging does sound hot falling from your luscious lips. It makes me want to hear you do it more."

"That doesn't seem very likely since you are about to leave." Justin moaned as Brian's hips thrust forward, his mouth opening on the side of his neck... kissing and licking a burning trail up and down.

"Give me a reason to stay... and I might delay my departure," Brian growled into his neck, his hands moving to clench around Justin's hips... his animal instincts telling him to hell with his plan - take him right the fuck now!

"I-I can't." Justin fumbled again at the handle, more than a bit surprised when Brian eased off to allow his escape. He stepped over the threshold, unable to hide the yearning from his eyes as he turned to face Brian for what he thought to be the last time. "We're too different. I can't be your ship in the night. It's just not my way. Have a good life, Brian Kinney. It was interesting meeting you."

Brian stood immobile, watching as Justin moved to the elevator... knowing he could stop him in an instant, yet realizing this wasn't their time now. His plans were more than solidified in his mind now. Justin had shown him so much in this brief meeting. The hot little blond wanted him - badly. Brian was determined to soon reap the rewards of that burning desire, but on his terms - in his lands. Oh yes, run from me for now, little boy. It won't be for much longer now.

TBC