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to recapture the ability to stem the arousal Ben‟s presence had created. He smoothed his right hand over Ben‟s shoulder, noting the heat of his friend‟s flesh beneath the fine cotton fabric. The slam of Ben‟s heart against his palm had Vance lifting his gaze. “When I joined your unit, I heard the rumors.”
    “Rumors?” Ben didn‟t stiffen in shock. His gaze remained cool, steady.
    Vance felt the tensing of Ben‟s firm muscles as he drifted his fingers down Ben‟s chest. His thumb and forefinger paused to tweak Ben‟s rising nipple, before moving on to caress the muscles roping his ribs. Vance nodded. “Yeah. Some of the guys mentioned you were into men as well as women.”
    “And?”
    The urge to wrap his arms around Ben had Vance shaking. The length of his cock grew with the arousal that his proximity to Ben engendered. Damn it, stay down. Focus, Vance commanded his flesh, but it remained insubordinate, thickening and rising while he fought to harness it. “It got me hot. Remember when you helped me deal with Tina?”
    Ben nodded. “That was seven years ago.”
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    “Yes. That was the first time I showed you how I controlled my anger.”
    “I have to admit, taking a flogger to your ass wasn‟t exactly what I had in mind when you dragged me in here.”
    “If I hadn‟t been worried about being written up for fraternizing with a superior officer, I‟d have been all over you.” Shoving his need deep, Vance dropped his hand, unable to stop the grin Ben‟s groaning protest brought to his lips. “By the time you left the corps, I figured we were better off just keeping it friends. But it did make me curious about what you‟d do if I renegotiated play.” Sustaining eye contact, Vance watched the heat flare in Ben‟s gray eyes. “Did you expect me to turn my back on you?”
    “You wouldn‟t be the first.”
    “I‟ll never turn my back, but renegotiating is very likely. In fact, it almost happened four years ago when I came back from that trip to South America.”
    Ben nodded, his eyes closing as if savoring the memory of that brief instant when they had drifted close, their mouths a whisper away from each other, before the raucous laugh of a Club visitor had shattered the moment.
    Ben‟s warm, callused fingertips rose to stroke Vance‟s cheek. The rasp of Vance‟s beard stubble against the pads of Ben‟s fingers echoed in the quiet room. Electricity arced between them, making it harder for Vance to stifle the urge to drag Ben‟s head down to his and seal their mouths together. He‟d wondered what Ben would taste like.
    For years he‟d dreamed of spending minutes, hours, days devouring Ben‟s mouth.
    Kissing Ben would happen, but not now. Not yet. He first needed to harness the beast inside him, to regain his ability to tell his body what to do, instead of the other way around. That was step one. Then he would tell Ben what was in his heart. He needed to stick to the plan. He needed to regain control over his body and mind first.
    Pulling away, Vance gripped his friend‟s hand and shook his head. “Not yet.”
    Making sure Ben remained in front of him, he moved toward the restraints.
    “But—”
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    “Get through this, and we‟ll talk.” Hell . Vance retreated a step and grimaced. I’ll be very lucky if he sticks around after I tell him what I’ve done . Taking his place beneath the steel chains suspended from the ceiling, he lifted his right hand and secured the clamp to the D-ring. The clumsy fumbling of his fingers had heat burning in his cheeks, but Ben didn‟t try to help him. Though long enough to allow him some range of motion and leave his arms bent into an L shape, the other chain was just out of his reach, so he held his left hand up and waited for Ben to fasten it for him.
    “You‟re a damned tease, Justiss,” Ben grumbled, sliding the clamp into place and moving back far enough that he could lean against the