(Pic of sexy Bear)

"Well done pet." The King murmured in my ear, making my chest swell with pride at the praise. The King started nibbling at my earlobe as his hands trailed down to my groin. His blunt nails scratched my skin lightly, tugging gently at my happy trail hairs. The touch made me want to feel it all over my body, heating my already heated blood even further. I had to grab on his bulging biceps when one of his hands dipped inside my boxers and started a slow and torturous stroking pace. Everything around me disappeared; I was solely focused on the wonderful hand stroking me. My knees started to tremble as he thumbed the head; I couldn't contain the moan that spilled forth, my eyes rolling in their sockets and everything turned black.

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Bear's pov

I pitied poor Doc as I watched him search around the club for any sign of Lincoln. "Give it up Doc; you're not going to find him here." Martin turned as I spoke he used his dominate stare on me, not that it worked. It was cute to see though. "Do you know where he is?" He had the audacity to demand being all Dom on me. I just shrugged, "Don't go all Dom on me Doc; it's not gonna work on me. It's cute, but I don't feel intimidated at all. Just go home Doc, your boy needs you." Martin glared at me but did as I said after sweeping the club one more time. "You handled it right Bear, he needs to know what boundaries he can't cross." Roland's voice caressed my ear as the man came up behind me. "I just hope he's gonna be alright, he really looked like he was seriously having the hots for Link." Roland shook his head as he disappeared back into the shadows he came from.

My shift was dull as usual; underage kids trying to get in the club, people trying to charm their way in. Same old, same old. "Great job Bear. I will take it over from here." I grinned as Rico tapped me on the shoulder as my shift was minutes away from being done. "Thanks Rico." I give him a bro hug as I step back and let him take care of the next customer that wants to enter. I went inside and checked off my name of the work roster, waved at the camera and left the club. I dunned my jacket and walked back to my apartment. My eyes nearly popped out as I was Martin stand in front of my door arms folded. "I thought you went home Doc." I raised a brow as he didn't move a muscle. "Come on in and tell me how can I help you?" Glaring once more at me he moved just far enough for me to open the door. Martin marched in a head; I rolled my eyes as I took off my jacket and shoes. Stretching once I ambled into the living room where Martin was waiting on me. "So, are you going to tell me where he is?"

"I see you still haven't given up on him. I will take a shower before I answer that question." I moved down the hall to my bedroom and into my bathroom. I wasn't too surprised to find Martin followed me in. "Why can't you just tell me?" He was leaning against the door and watching me shower, making me slightly uncomfortable with his intense staring. I sighed as I cup my hands under the water before splashing my face with it. "It's not my place to tell you Doc, you know that." I scrubbed my body with my body wash, rinsed it and turned off the shower. "Mind giving me my towel Doc?" Martin was blocking my way to the towel, his eyes moved up and down my body several times before he offered me my towel. I swallowed hard under his gaze as I dried myself off and forced myself passed him into my bedroom.

"And why is it that you of all people can't tell me where your other part is?" He looked a little.... I don't know... a mixture of sceptical and angry as he said those words. Everybody knew Link and I were part of the same, although most were very sceptical like Doc was. I was rummaging in my draws for a pair of clean boxers and a t-shirt. "Look Doc, with due respect you can't provide for Link like the person can with who's he is now. You can never reach it. I am sorry Doc." I don't know why I felt like apologising but I did. Maybe it was the heartbroken expression on his face. Yet as heartbroken as he looked, there was a fire in his eyes that told me he wasn't going to give up that easily. I swallowed "He's with the King, Doc and I think you should just give up on ever having him." Doc's eyes widened at hearing that name before his shoulders slumped and I saw tears roll down his checks. "Look, why don't you go home to your boy Doc? He'll know when you're not there, no matter how hard you try to fool him. Scottie is a smart boy Doc don't forget that, he might be young but he understands of most what goes on here." Link had told me all about Scottie and how perceptive he was for his age.

Martin wiped his face once with his sleeve before sniffling cutely and walking out my door. "Thanks Bear." I barely heard it as my head hit the pillow and I was out like a light. Grumbling under my breath, I moved around in bed as the insistent knocking on the door reached my ears. Giving up hope the person would leave when I didn't open the door, I regretfully heaved myself out of my cosy bed and ambled over to the door. My first response was snapping at whoever was at the door, I was glad I didn't since it was my babe Link standing there smiling at me. "BABY!" Hollering, I threw myself at Link, not caring that I nearly knocked us over. I was so glad to see him, I had missed him terribly. "I missed you!" Kissing him fiercely before a throat was cleared, indicating someone else was there. Squeaking when I saw who it was I let go of Link, scrambling back in fear of retribution for kissing him. "I-um-uh-I-uh" Was all I managed to stammer before the King chuckled and Link stepped back up hugging me tightly once more.

"It is okay babe, he doesn't mind." Link pressed a kiss to my lips once before sidestepping, tugging the King with him. After blinking in shock I reminded myself that I now had two guests in the house and quickly closed the door, locking it. "Wha-what can I do for you?" I was nervously wringing my hands together, not knowing how to handle the situation. I was never any good at dealing with situations like this. The King took a seat on my couch and Link gracefully sank to his knees to his left. So Link is a Sub. "Please, take a seat Patrick." The sultry voice of the King caressed my ears and I fell on my ass on the spot. Link chuckled at my astonished expression as I registered that I was in fact now sitting on the floor in front of the King. The King caressed Link's head as he spoke "Link has told me some astonishing things about you Patrick. He told me you think you two are part of the same soul?" I swallowed thickly as I tried to gather the courage to speak up. "B-Bear p-please, c-call m-me B-Bear S-sir. L-like e-everybody e-else." The King's piercing gaze had his face heat up and his voice woke his slumbering body wide awake. "Very well then Bear. Please tell me more about this soul business."

Biting my bottom lip hard until I could taste blood, I willed my body not to react and managed to stutter the whole story in one breath. Link was grinning, he must find it very amusing to see the usual carefree and confident me stammer, blush and second-guess myself. At the end I was panting like I had just ran a ten mile marathon up a steep hill. "Link" I called out to him just as they were about to leave, when all was said and done. "The Doc is looking for you. Just thought you wanted to know." Link looked thoughtfully before nodding once, smiled and waved before disappearing out of sight.

"OI!" A smack to the back of my neck brought me back to the here and now. "What's got your head up in the clouds? This isn't like you at all Bear." Looking up, I was met with Roland's frowning face. I shook my head to clear it; it didn't work as the King's voice and gaze stayed firmly lodged in my mind. "Nothing, nothing at all Roland." The other man narrowed his eyes before shaking his head and return to what he was doing. I sighed before forcing myself to focus on the paperwork in front of me, this stuff needed to be done today. The paperwork contained files for new club memberships and files for renewing of club membership.

"Bear! Come 'ere!" Slumping over I turned and trudged back to Roland's office, I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. "Come in and close the door." Wincing I did as told, closed the door and sat my ass down in the visitor's chairs. Something I hadn't done since I had the job interview with Roland several years ago. Roland leaned forward "You will tell me what has you this distracted so we can fix it." He glared at me "And don't tell me it's nothing because I can tell it is something." He waved away the answer I had prepared to give him, only he saw through it all. Leaning back in the way too comfy ass chair I told him about the morning visit from the King, all the while cursing myself for forgetting that Roland had a degree in psychiatry. "That's it? That has you this distracted?"

I couldn't believe my ears, meeting the King was serious, so much so I was honestly afraid I might lose my job because of it. "How can you say that? I was scared shitless Rol! I thought I was gonna lose my job! There is no way someone like him would visit me out of nowhere like that!" I tugged on my hair, not saying that Link had been present as well. Instead I continued to think how bad things could have gotten if I was indeed fired. Feeling a strong hand on squeezing my neck, I looked up "Don't worry about that Bear. If anyone is going to fire anybody that would be me, since I hired you. Since you do look a little pale and stressed out I advise you to go see the Doc." With one more squeeze I was unceremoniously ushered out of the office.

"Oh and Bear?" I turned to look at Roland standing there in his doorway, "You will go to the clinic, and Jeff here will take you there." I grit my teeth as Jeff walked up to me, wrapped an arm around my shoulders and tugged me along. Damn that bastard, he knows me too well. Way too well. As I was silently fuming, Jeff pushed my ass on one the cots and Martin cleared his throat looking very stern and disapproving. Blinking I looked at him and the ultra-thin medical folder in his hands.

Oh shit.

I couldn't fight the urge to run, only to be met with Jeff as he forced me back down on the cot. Kicking and screaming bloody murder.