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Roman was frozen in the force of his stare.

The man’s mouth twitched at the corner before it turned into a devasting smirk.

Then he walked away, giving the room one last look-over before heading to the stairs and the upper levels.

Before he knew what he was doing, Roman was halfway across the floor in pursuit.

Chapter Two

“Get home safely.”

When Roman reached the bottom of the stairs, the man had already disappeared around the upper bend. He raced up the steps to the first floor. The playroom was much busier than before. Where had all these men come from? His eyes searched for the stranger, but he was impossible to find among the mass of near-naked torsos. Guys huddled together, kissing, groping, playing with each other’s dicks. There were men on their knees sucking or being jizzed on.

The stranger couldn’t have succumbed to the action already. He had only been out of sight for ten, maybe fifteen seconds.

Roman pushed forward, turning his head in every direction. His insides tightened as his urgency increased.

“Hey, sexy,” a man whispered in his ear. He slid a rough hand around Roman’s waist and spun him around so they faced each other. Now both hands were on Roman’s arse, pulling their hips together. The man ground his hard bulge against Roman’s groin.

It was no good. This guy was in his late forties, a skin-headed man-mountain of steroid-boosted muscle. Even if Roman hadn’talready set his sights on one particular man, he wouldn’t have been interested in this fella.

“Sorry,” he said, putting a hand on the man’s enormous chest to push him away. It was like being trapped in King Kong’s grip.

“Don’t be like that, boy,” the man said, coming in for a kiss. His breath was dire—garlic, alcohol and bacterial infection. “I’ve got something that will rearrange your insides.”

“No,” he yelled forcefully, causing those nearest them to turn and look. The man let go and raised his hands, grinning, like it was all a cheeky game.

“Calm down.” His tone was condescending. “I’m just fucking with you. Shit, you pretty boys are all the same.”

Roman could have said something similar about roid-heads but held his tongue. The prick wasn’t worth the effort, and every second wasted could cost him the prize.

He pressed onwards, covering the room as fast as possible. The same man as before was in the sling, getting it from a guy Roman had previously hooked up with. A bigger queue had now formed to take a turn on the open arse, and a large crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle. The man in the sling seemed to love every second, begging to be fucked harder.That arse must be very loose by now.

He scanned the faces of the crowd around the sling. His stranger wasn’t among them.

He didn’t find him at the spanking bench or the piss trough. Roman cast a final glance around the room, making certain he was not there, before pressing into the deeper vaults. He hoped he hadn’t gone upstairs to the dark zone. If he had, there was no hope of finding him.

He wondered why he was so intent on catching this guy, when he’d seen him for less than a minute, and they’d only exchanged eye contact for a few seconds?Because seconds is all it takes. There had been an instant spark…chemistry. They would bedynamite together. The man would be a great fuck. He knew that instinctively. Roman wasn’t interested a quick suck or a lacklustre fumble in the dark. He wanted to fuck, to make a real connection for however short a time. This man was it. He’d seen it his eyes and in that arrogant smirk. The two of them were destined to get together. It was fate.

And the chase was exhilarating. Roman was so used to men coming after him that it was an unexpected thrill to reverse their roles.

I’ll find you, Mister. And when I do, we’ll both be grateful for it.

The tunnels were busier now, with men lining the walls on either side, leaning, watching, presenting themselves. Roman checked their faces keenly. There were some he recognised and many he didn’t. Some men mistook the cause of his interest and stepped towards him, ready to accept the unspoken invitation. He shook his head and continued.

Some of the arches had their curtains closed. Did he dare pull them aside to see who was behind? It was an established rule of the club that such behaviour was a no-no. The curtains were closed for a reason, privacy. He had to accept that, however just his action might be.

No, he warned himself.Be respectful.

Roman’s pulse quickened with every step. He had almost reached the end. Only a few more arches then the stairs up to the dark zone. He was running out of options.

A bunch had gathered outside the last vault in the tunnel. He knew what that meant. Whoever was inside hadn’t closed the curtain and was putting on a show. He studied the faces of the voyeurs and recognised a couple, but not the one he wanted. Roman inched closer, stretching to get a look inside.

The room had the same dimensions as the rest, small with the stone, arched ceiling and floor, a vinyl-covered bench atthe back. The man—Roman’s man—sat on the bench. His head rested against the wall. His jeans were around his ankles, his thighs and knees spread wide. He was sexier than Roman had first appreciated. His eyes were half closed, and his mouth was open in a down-turned kind of smile that created sharp, little dimples in his cheeks.

But there was somebody with him.

Roman’s soul deflated. He was too late.

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