"So, let me just... just go over this plan again." Torey's voice is much calmer sounding than I would've expected after being told what we just had, directly from Dani, no less. Any other time I would have expected him to take the laptop and launch it across the room. "Okay, so if I'd heard you correctly, Dani, you said you want us," he points between him and myself, "to let you go through with marrying him." He points to Tristan. "You want us to be okay... with... that." Torey's face contorts into the most ridiculously extra mask of sarcastic understanding while nodding and saying, "riiiiiight. Mhmm. Yeah that's, uhh, not going over real well with me." The look on his face mixed with the tone of his voice makes me want to bust out a laugh, but I don't. I can't help the subtle twitch of my lips though.

"We wouldn't actually be getting married, Torey, it would only be a distraction," Tristan interjects, which has that derisiveness wiping right off of Torey.

"Was I fucking talking to you?" My gaze slips over to the actual man himself instead of the miniature screen version. He looks even more pissed in person and I know if we were having this conversation face to face with them I'd probably have to hold Torey back. His impulsiveness knows no bounds and that's not even including the fact that he already wants to murder him.

Tristan's features take on an arrogant mask that I am all too familiar with the man next to me wearing as he says, "you know, for someone who was awfully good at deceiving people for a really long time, you seem not to have the faintest idea of the concept of deception in this situation." He tops his statement off with a sardonic grin.

Ah, shit.

"I swear to God I will fucking rip your head off with my bare fucking hands when I see you. I will fucking—" My hand immediately flies to Torey's forearm and holds it down before he can do anything to damage the screen in front of us. He throws me an irritated glare. When I let go he points to Tristan again growling, "watch yourself." I knew the moment Torey's actual name slipped from that man's mouth that I'd have to thwart off a nuclear explosion.

Tristan looks like he wants to roll his eyes. I send a silent thank you to God when he doesn't. "As Daniela has told you, the wedding is the only way we'll be able to get her and Wolf out of the compound at the same time. Dedaj would never allow it otherwise." He looks away from us and picks something off his suit jacket, it reminds me of the ones Torey always wore when we'd first met. With his gaze still averted he adds, "the wedding is how we're able to all get out of this situation, probably our only chance. That's it. There's nothing romantic about it." The way his Adam's apple is now bobbing would suggest his sentiments are otherwise. When I shift my gaze to Dani's an uneasiness rolls in the pit of my stomach because I can see it; see she feels the same. "It's a good plan. Malyssa is a very smart and capable woman. I trust her instincts. You should too." There's a noise in the background which has Tristan quickly ending the call.

"I can't stand that prick." Torey slams the laptop shut before getting up and heading over to the bar. "He says there's nothing romantic about it and that may be but you can see it all over his face that he wants to fuck Dani. He wants her." I don't think Torey knows exactly how spot-on he is and I am not going to tell him. He hadn't seen them together in the woods like I had, hadn't seen Tristan's arms wrapped around Dani affectionately.

Torey fills his tumbler with two knuckles worth of vodka and does the same to another with whiskey. He sets the whiskey down in front of me before sitting across from where I'm seated at the kitchen table. "You know, Brooks, I hate the fact that you're just so blasé about everything. It's like nothing ever fucking effects you."

"I am not blasé about everything and things do effect me, Torey. I am just not as outwardly volatile and hostile as you are," I snap at him. "I know how to control myself unlike some people because I'm a mature fucking adult."

He gives me a roll of the eye with, "whatever you say," before sipping his drink.

I tap my fingers on the table and lean forward in thought, lacing both hands around my glass pondering, "is it just me or has Dani seemed a little off?"

"Like how so?"

"I'm not really sure." I think back to our last couple of conversations. If we hadn't been face to face I might not have picked up on it, but there was something, a thing I can't quite pinpoint, that was just off.

"Well, she's being held prisoner by her crazy fucking family who are forcing her to marry some guy she barely knows. I'm assuming if she's off then it probably has something to do with that." I don't want to say it out loud but that's exactly my worry— that it has something to do with the man himself.

Torey's assumption is on the fact that she doesn't really know Tristan, but I'd venture to say, during the last near half-year they've spent together, they've gotten to know each other quite well. I'd caught the look on her face at Tristan's words that there's nothing romantic about their situation. If I express that to Torey then he might just blow a gasket which I would rather do without. I stare into my glass for a long moment before taking a sip, swallowing down my thought process.

"You think it's something else." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact that has me wondering just how well Torey has gotten at reading me. "What do you think it is?"

"Nothing," I lie, taking another sip. He's quiet for a moment and I can feel those bright blues assessing me even though I'm not looking at him. His foot kicks my shin hard under the table. "What the fuck was that for?" I reach down and rub my now-aching leg.

"'Cause you're full of shit. That's what that was for."

"How so?"

"If there was ever a person who knows how to read people like a book, Brooks, it's you. So you can get the hell out of here with your 'nothing' bullshit. And I'm not as fucking dumb as you think I am." My brow furrows at that as he polishes off his drink then slams it down.

"I never said that, Tor. I don't think you're dumb."

"No, but you don't think I notice the meek little way she is around him, her mannerisms." Those lapis depths hold mine and I can practically feel his hostility as if it were my own. "That submissive nature of hers was given to me. It belongs to me." He pushes out of his chair and stands up to head back to the bar. I've never been so grateful to be relieved of Torey's menacing leer. "If she sleeps with him, if she lets him have that part of her, what's mine, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her. And him, well, hell would be a more pleasant place. That or burning alive, which I may or may not incorporate if he fucking dares to touch her in that way."

"And what do you think she'll think about the fact that we've..." I let that linger in the air as I finish my drink.

"Jacked each other off?" I choke on the liquid that was attempting to make its' way down my throat. It burns so bad. "That's completely different."

"How so?" I cough a few more times then stand up and go to meet him at the bar.

He tops off my drink, "because she facilitated a relationship between us. If she didn't want me to fuck around with you then she should've never encouraged it." Torey hands me my glass with a smirk, "plus, it's not like I've actually fucked you. It was just your hand." I cough slightly again and look away from him not really knowing where to look after that comment. "I should add a yet."

"What?"

"I haven't fucked you yet." That has my eyes flying back to his incredulously. "What? You've got multiple holes."

"I—"

"That I now think that I would like to fuck."

"Tore—"

"I'd tear into you, that's for sure." I feel my mouth drop open unbelieving of the shit that's coming out of his mouth. "Ah, so you want me to start with the mouth, I see I see."

"TOREY!"

"What?" He gives me a shrug as he sips his drink. "It's the least I could do. After all, you've been the one doing all the feeding lately. I think it's high time I fed you." I give him a shake of the head not knowing how to respond.

Never in my life have I thought about having another man's dick in my mouth. I mean, yes, I had become attracted to Torey but I had never thought about that. Even what'd happened in the shower wasn't something I'd ever really thought about. I thought about us together with Dani. I'd never thought about us being together in a sexual nature without her.

I sip my drink thinking back to what had started this whole thing, back to when I'd walked into Boston's home and heard the two of them going at it. I'd sat there and listened and imagined what it would be like to see what they were doing. It turns out that years of watching people had turned me into quite the voyeur.

"You thinking about it?"

"Thinking about what?"

"Having my dick in your mouth?"

"Not currently, no." He frowns at that. "Do you want me to want to have your dick in my mouth?" Torey's eyes darken and a playfulness dances over his lips as he gives me a few nods. "Well, I'll think about it," he smiles devilishly, "only if you're willing to reciprocate." His features immediately fall. I'd already assumed they would. "You only get what you give." I finish the rest of my drink and set it down on the bar feeling the warmth of the whiskey slipping into my veins. I take a step toward him, now directly in his space, before leaning into his ear with, "and, if memory serves correct, I'm the one who made you the little spoon. Not the other way around."

A/N:
Wonder how Torey feels about that last bit there...

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