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N othing had felt so right to Lachlan as leading Apollo into a waltz. The other man's body seemed to fit neatly up against his, and even though he wasn't the best of dancers, Apollo knew how to follow Lachlan's lead and move along gracefully.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" he asked because Apollo still had a stiffness to his spine.

"I feel like everyone is watching me," Apollo replied, his eyes darting around him.

Lachlan couldn't help but smile. "They can't help it, Apollo. You are the most handsome man here. The mask doesn't do much to hide that."

"That's not what I meant." Apollo gave him an irritated look. "And you're only saying that because you want to get in my pants."

"And your shirt. And your cute rainbow toe socks," Lachlan replied, trying to get a smile out of him.

Apollo sighed in despair. "I'm never going to live that night down, am I?"

"I liked how they matched your underwear. Really, it's quite irritating how you're always so adorable."

Lachlan knew he probably should quit while he was ahead, but he didn't know if he would ever get a chance to have Apollo in a situation that he couldn't avoid him.

"I'm not just trying to get into your pants either. I mean, you're gorgeous, and I would be honored, but that's not all I want from you."

Apollo leaned back a little so he could look into his eyes. "Is that right? I'm not an idiot, Lachlan. I know that you don't do relationships. I know that you're worse than me with one-night stands. So what exactly is it that you think that you want with me apart from some mutual orgasms?"

"Right now, I want you to give me a chance to prove how good we could be together," Lachlan said.

He held Apollo closer, worried that he would run.

"I've never wanted anything more than a one-night stand with anyone until I met you.

I've tried to ignore it, thinking that I would feel different with time, but it's only getting worse.

I was serious at the hospital when I said that I'm not going to give up until you give me a chance or tell me to fuck off. "

Apollo made a frustrated sound at the back of his throat. "Jesus, Lachlan, you can't know all that when we haven't even kissed yet."

Lachlan slid his hand from Apollo's waist and up to the back of his neck. He gave him plenty of space to back away as he lowered his head.

"The fuck I can't," he whispered against Apollo's lips before pressing them lightly against his. Apollo leaned into the kiss, but when Lachlan tried to deepen it, Apollo made the sweetest little moan and pulled away.

"I can't do this. Not here," he said before hurrying off.

Lachlan couldn't risk losing sight of him, so he followed, knowing Apollo really wanted to be left alone. He could be pissed at him, but Lachlan wouldn't leave him alone surrounded by enemies.

Lachlan followed him, weaving through the crowd and not losing sight of Apollo's shining mane of hair. He seemed to not know where he was going. He passed the stairs to the auction viewing areas and ducked under a red velvet cord.

"Where are you going?" Lachlan asked, his eyes looking for cameras. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any, meaning there was nothing worth guarding on this floor.

Apollo pushed open a door labeled 'Meeting Room 1' and went inside. Lachlan took a deep breath, prepared for Apollo to berate him, and followed.

"You asked what—" Lachlan began, but Apollo grabbed him and pinned him against the wall. Apollo's lips crashed down on his, the softness of his mouth clashing with the aggressive way he kissed.

Lachlan groaned and pulled Apollo up against him, his tongue slipping into his mouth. It didn't matter they were in enemy territory or that it went against all of Lachlan's training to be this distracted.

After years of waiting and wanting, the whole building could burn down around them, and it wouldn't matter because Apollo Greatdrakes was kissing him.

"I didn't want to share this with everyone. Just us," Apollo said breathlessly before kissing him again.

Lachlan's hands slid under his jacket, the soft lace of Apollo's shirt unable to hide the heat rising off his skin. Apollo's eyes flashed golden, and Lachlan pulled back.

"Is this you or your dragon? Because I don't?—"

"It's both of us. We are in total agreement on what we want for once," Apollo assured him.

"And what's that?"

Apollo moved to kiss his ear, "We want you to beg."

His teeth closed on his ear lobe and bit hard. Lachlan gasped, his dick aching. His heart almost gave out as Apollo dropped to his knees. He grabbed Lachlan by the hips and ran his face over his already leaking dick.

"Oh, fuck. Are you sure you want to do this here? We are meant to be on a job," Lachlan stammered.

"Val will be occupied for at least another half an hour." Apollo gave him a wicked smile. "So beg ."

Lachlan had never begged for anything in his life, but this was Apollo. He was learning that he would give him anything he wanted just to keep his attention on him. He could only stare in wonder as Apollo undid his belt and zipper and pulled his dick free.

"Fuck, Lachie, I have been thinking about this all day," Apollo said and stared up at him, eyes burning hot. Waiting.

Lachlan's voice was barely a whisper, "Please, Apollo, suck my dick?"

"Not really begging, but good enough," Apollo replied and closed his hot, wet mouth over him and sucked.

" Fucking hell ," Lachlan breathed out. His whole body was frozen against the door, unable to move or look away from the glorious sight before him.

"Put your hands in my hair," Apollo demanded, sensing his hesitation.

"I didn't want to mess it up," Lachlan stammered. They were still wearing their masks, and something about it made it strangely hotter. Lachlan threaded his fingers into Apollo's soft curls. "Tell me if I am too rough."

"You couldn't be." Apollo smiled around his cock and bobbed back down on him.

Lachlan's fingers tightened in his hair, and he tried to control himself. He didn't want to come too early, but Apollo's mouth was sin itself. One of Apollo's hands moved to stroke his base, the other teasing his balls. Lachlan's eyes rolled back as he fought not to blow.

"Fuck, Apollo, you are too good at that," he whispered, unable to catch a proper breath.

Apollo licked up the side of his cock. "Eyes on me, Lachlan. I want you to watch."

"If I do that, I'm going to blow in about thirty seconds," he replied.

"Then blow. I can take anything you give me."

Lachlan fixed his eyes on Apollo's, a hazy look already on his face. Lachlan tightened his grip on his golden hair. "Then take a breath, baby, because I'm going to fuck that throat of yours raw."

Apollo only smiled at the challenge. Fuck, Lachlan was not going to last longer than a minute with him looking like that. He thrust into the perfect hot heat of Apollo's mouth. His eyes glowed golden, and he took everything that Lachlan gave him.

Apollo's hands pushed Lachlan's legs wider before he stroked his fingers through the saliva and precum on Lachlan's dick. He was staring up at him like Lachlan's dick in his mouth was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"Gods, you're so beautiful, Apollo," Lachlan groaned. Apollo only took him further down his throat in response. His slicked-up fingers moved to trace from his taint to his ass, and Lachlan almost leaped out of his skin. "You cheeky bastard."

Apollo's eyes shone with mischief, and he pressed the tip of his finger inside of him. Lachlan bit down on his tongue to keep from moaning loud enough for everyone at the auction to hear him.

Apollo sucked dick like his life was at stake, and the combination of his hot mouth and the thrusting of his finger sent Lachlan over the edge.

"Fuck, Apollo, I…" he stammered before he came hard enough that his vision swam. His back bowed off the door, and if Apollo's other hand hadn't pinned his hips, he was sure he would have collapsed on the carpet. He tried to catch his breath as he released his grip on Apollo's hair.

Electric shocks ran up his body as Apollo removed his mouth and his finger and looked up at him. He opened his mouth to show Lachlan the gleaming bit of cum still in his mouth and winked.

Lachlan was on him in a flash, pinning him to the carpet and kissing him hard. His tongue fucked into his mouth, relishing their combined tastes.

Lachlan lifted his head. He had never seen anything so beautiful as Apollo's dreamy expression behind his now crooked mask, his golden hair a halo around him.

"You're perfect," Lachlan said, so he didn't say the other words that so desperately wanted to come out.

"You're going to be the death of me," Apollo replied, his hand resting on Lachlan's cheek. He opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that when someone knocked on the door.

Valentine whispered harshly from the other side of the wood. "If you two are fucking done screwing about, I think I have found our way into the labs."