11. Chase

Fuck! He was supposed to bring Marc the cloned drive today but couldn't now that Matteo was sending his sexy seductress to give him a tour of Paris.

How was he going to pass off the drive with sexy-ass, purple eyes watching his every move?

Like, seriously, how does anyone even get purple eyes? Was that even genetically possible? They had to be contact lenses. That was the only explanation. Levi's violet eyes against his jet-black hair were an instant boner-maker whenever they fell on him.

Chase was surprised that his dick hadn't overturned the breakfast table when Levi turned to look at him this morning. There was no hiding his hard-on in those tight as fuck shorts he was wearing. When Levi placed his hand on his thigh and squeezed it, there was no way that he didn't notice the massive rod jetting out of his shorts. Thank God the man was discreet. Had it been that Isaac guy sitting next to him, he was pretty sure everyone at the table would have been informed of the intruder trying to escape his shorts.

He couldn't. He would have to leave the USB drive in his room and try and get it to Marc some other time. Yes, it would be a waste of time, but at least he could spend a few hours getting to know Levi some more and perhaps learn some useful information in the process. He couldn't risk Levi catching him trying to make a brush pass to Marc as they toured the city.

As he stashed the USB drive in a decorative vase that sat on the windowsill, there was a soft knock on his door.

Chase quickly double-checked that no other evidence of his dual identity was left lying around, then made his way to answer the door.

When he pulled open the door, a smiling Levi stood there, with big bright eyes and a gentle smile. Fuck, he was cute. Just being around Levi always brought up his spirits. His demeanor and constant joyous nature were intoxicating and hard to resist.

There was no fighting it. A smile emerged on Chase's face.

Dressed in faded ripped jeans and a black Guess shirt, Levi pounced into the suite and did a quick twirl around the room. He looked like a dancing swan as he gracefully leaped around the furniture.

"Nothing too strange or creepy in here, so I guess you're safe to venture out with," Levi chirped, grabbing Chase's arm and pulling him from the room.

They walked out the back entrance and were met by a well-dressed man standing next to a black SUV.

"Daddy let us borrow his car," Levi chirped, stepping into the back seat and pulling Chase in after him.

"Does Matteo always treat you guys so well?"

"Matteo is like the father of this family. He took us all in and rescued us in one way or another," Levi rambled, adjusting the air conditioning in the back seat of the sports utility vehicle.

The car had been souped-up and modified—no expense spared by the big man. A partition had been installed to give passengers privacy, as well as a mini bar added next to what looked like a radio.

"I figured that you all just worked for the guy."

Levi shook his head. "No, we all decided to stay and work for Matteo on our own. We are free to leave at any time, but we all decided to stay because we fell in love with him."

Chase raised an eyebrow.

"Not in that way, though a few of my so-called brothers might. For us, we all fell in love with the kind man behind the brooding grit. He might act all tough and scary, but deep down, he loves each one of us and is always working to protect us." Levi leaned into Chase's side and stared out the window.

"Can I ask how you met Matteo?" Chase asked, not sure if he was crossing a line. The more he could find out about the man behind La Maison de M, the easier it would be for him to conduct his investigation. He was also curious to get to know more about this gorgeous deity nestling into him.

Levi wrapped his arm around Chase's bicep, pulling it close to his body.

"Well, I was eighteen and living on the streets when Matteo found me digging through a trash can. He took me out for a meal, then told me I could come back to his place for a shower and a safe place to sleep for the night. I figured that the guy just wanted to fuck me and perhaps give me a few bucks when we were done, so I agreed. What else did I have to lose."

Chase began stroking the soft skin on the back of Levi's hand.

"To my surprise, M didn't do anything. He gave me my own room and some clean clothes, then left me for the night. When I woke up the next morning, I joined him for breakfast on his private terrace, and he asked me if I wanted to stay. He told me there were no strings attached, and I could leave at any time if I wanted."

"And you chose to stay?"

"Not at first. I saw all the guys roaming the halls and figured that this place was some kind of brothel or whorehouse and that if I stayed, I would end up being someone's sex slave. But on the second day, I met one of the guys who worked here, and he explained to me what this place really was. So, I agreed to stay on a trial basis. I still slept with a knife under my pillow for the first two weeks… just in case. But over the next few weeks, I got to meet more of the guys and got to know Matteo on a more personal level, and I was starting to see the magic of this place. But I became convinced that I wanted to stay the night I ran into my father. Matteo and I were out buying some clothes in the city when I bumped into my father outside a bar. My father began verbally attacking me, calling me a shit son and a queer faggot. Then he had the audacity to demand that I give him money so he could go back into the bar and forget that he even saw me. That was when Matteo caught sight of us and jumped in to defend me. He laid into my father, threatening that if he ever heard him talking to me in such a way again, he was going to end his life.

"The look on my father's face when he saw such a fancy-ass man tearing him a new one was amazing. He then gave my father five hundred Euros, telling him to do the world a favor and drink himself to death. Seeing the way that Matteo stood up for me and took care of me made me fall in love with him that very night. He didn't have to do anything. He didn't owe me a thing. Yet he didn't hesitate to stand up for me. Ever since that moment, I have been living and working at La Maison because I want to. This is my home. I love Matteo and all my stupid-ass brothers, and I enjoy making men happy."

Chase gave Levi a squeeze. He was beginning to see the man that Matteo was behind the mask. An honorable man with a big heart who wouldn't hesitate for a second to slit a man's throat if he dared to hurt one of his boys.

No. Matteo didn't seem like the type of guy who would put together such a horrific journal and then use it to extort people for wealth and power.

Their first stop of the day was the famous Louvre Museum. Standing next to the glass pyramid entrance, Chase took a look around. The place was amazing. The old architecture mixed with the modern-day artistic flare of the pyramid and the fountains surrounding the museum's entrance.

He had heard rumors that many Parisians did not like the new pyramid entrance, stating that its modern look did not go with the classic ambiance of the Louvre. Chase didn't see how this was possible. He loved seeing history and modern-day united in one magnificent experience. But what did he know? He was just a dumb grunt, built for tracking down bad guys and bashing in heads.

"Wow, this place is incredible," Chase gasped as he took in the view all around him.

"Did you know that the Louvre used to be the original Royal Palace before the king moved the Royal Court to the Palace of Versailles in the mid-1600s while his people starved here in Paris? Trust me, after seeing the Palace of Versailles, you can understand why there was a revolt," Levi chuckled as he led Chase through the pyramid entrance. "Another fun fact: it would take someone over three months to see all the art pieces in the Louvre."

"Well, I was hoping to be home in time for dinner."

Levi smirked. "When you have the opportunity to spend the evening in Paris, you don't do home cooking; you go out and experience the most amazing French cuisine on earth." Levi's eyes were dazzling. The excitement in his voice was invigorating. He really did love Paris and all it had to offer.

They spent the next three hours roaming the hallways of history, admiring the paintings, sculptures, and historic pieces from a time long ago. It was so humbling to see these masterpieces in person and get to see the level of painstaking detail that made up each and every piece in the collection. Chase couldn't believe how much history Levi knew; even his "fun facts" and little pieces of trivia that he dropped had Chase scratching his head.

"I learned a lot of it from Matteo. He buys us tickets to see exhibits and shows in the city all the time. He likes us to be able to converse with guests at La Maison and be able to hold our own if ever a topic should come up. It gives me a chance to see and experience things I wouldn't have been able to had I not met Matteo."

"That's very generous of him," Chase replied.

"Yes, he's amazing." A sudden sadness moved across Levi's face. "I think he does it because he thinks of us as family. Taking us under his wing and helping us to grow and become better people. He doesn't say much about his family, but I get the impression that they are either all dead or estranged. Perhaps it's that loneliness that he tries to fill by being so generous to us." Realization suddenly set in. "Shit. I shouldn't have said that. Please keep what I said about Matteo to yourself. I wouldn't want him to think that I was betraying him or talking about him behind his back. He"s a good man, and I would never do anything to hurt him." The worried look on Levi's face pulled at Chase's heartstrings.

"Whatever you say to me will always remain between you and me," Chase promised. He hoped he could keep that promise.

For lunch, they grabbed a baguette, some cheese, and, of course, some wine. They found a sunny spot on the grass and enjoyed their meal in the middle of one of Paris"s many gorgeous gardens.

Admiring the way the sun kissed Levi's soft, exposed skin, Chase couldn't help but wonder about this beautiful creature. He appeared happy and seemed to love what he did for a living, but was it all just an act?

Over the years, working as a police officer, Chase had come to see many faces wearing many different masks. Some wore masks for protection, some wore masks for acceptance, while others wore masks for misdirection.

It was this last group that you had to worry about. These were the ones who ended up being criminals or serial killers. Oftentimes, they were people who you never would have suspected. They played the game so well by holding their masks securely in place, never once wavering or showing others what kind of darkness truly lay behind that well-guarded shield.

He hoped that Levi was not one of those people. It would break his heart to see such a bright, shining star go dark and become a black hole of anger and darkness.

Chase poured the last of the wine into Levi's plastic cup, then tucked the bottle into their bag of garbage.

"So, tell me about your job. What is the worst part about what you do?" Chase figured Levi was going to say, having to sleep with any sleazeball who pulls his dick out.

Laying back on his elbows, Levi stared up at the sun with his eyes closed. Chase began to wonder if Levi had even heard him.

"I guess, I would have to say, making a strong connection with someone, only to have them return home to their family the next day."

Chase sat there for a moment, stunned. He wasn't expecting that answer. "What do you mean?"

Turning to face him, Levi perched himself up on one arm and locked eyes with his.

"Over the years, I've met some really interesting and sweet guys whom I have come to connect with and even developed feelings for, but time and time again, these men end up returning home to their real lives, leaving their weekend of fantasy behind at La Maison. We become just a distant memory in the back of men's minds only to be returned to when they grow lonely or want to reminisce of the time they spent exploring their fantasies or heart's true desires." Levi looked down at the grass between them. "I guess I just secretly hope that one day I will meet the man of my dreams, and he will want to stay with me longer than just one weekend. Perhaps he will want to spend forever and a day? Silly thought, isn't it?"

Chase stared at Levi, flabbergasted. His answer was so deep and full of feeling that it broke his heart. How could anyone walk away from someone as sweet and hopeful as the young man lying next to him? It seemed that deep down, the only thing that Levi truly desired was to be loved and cherished—just like any other human being.

Staring at the young man's strained lips, Chase couldn't help but feel his heart expand just a bit more. Levi was beginning to get under his skin in more ways than just his looks.

Chase gently moved a few stray hairs away from Levi's forehead. "You really are a beautiful soul," Chase whispered. Their eyes locked together, and Chase lost himself in the violet embers that burned in Levi's wishful eyes.

With such an intense pull between them, Chase couldn't help but slowly move forward. He watched as Levi licked his lower lip in anticipation. Chase no longer had control over his body. He was caught in the gravitational pull that orbited Levi and loved the feeling of warmth that spread across his body.

The universe seemed to come to a standstill as their lips came together—a perfect fit and pairing. Perhaps this was the universe's way of telling them that their lips were only created for each other.

Feeling Levi's lips against his was like nothing he had ever experienced. Waves of emotions crashed over Chase—happiness, hopefulness, tranquility, even sadness at the thought of ever having to part with these perfect lips. Then, of course, came the overwhelming feeling of desire.

Chase felt his cock thicken and press firmly against his jeans. God, kissing this man was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He hoped that the material of his jeans was strong enough to contain the raging hard-on that was pressing against his zipper.

A moan escaped Levi as he took Chase's hand in his and leaned into their kiss.

There was so much emotion and feeling behind those lips that Chase began to feel overwhelmed. He had never felt so much passion directed his way.

Without thinking, Chase rolled his body onto Levi's and pinned the boy under the bulky weight of his frame.

Levi let out another gut-wrenching moan. Fuck, this boy didn't play fair.

"God, you're so gorgeous," Chase whispered, brushing Levi's hair back and staring into his smoldering eyes.

Smiling up at Chase, Levi's face brightened. It was like staring into the face of a thousand suns. He felt Levi's warmth spread through his body and into his heart. What was this boy doing to him?

"You're not so bad yourself, stud. You definitely got the kissing thing down, and I'm loving the way your body feels between my legs."

Smirking, Chase pushed his pelvis further into Levi's spread legs, making sure that Levi got to experience the full length and girth of the meat between his legs.

Fuck it, he was crossing so many lines, he really didn't give a shit anymore. This boy was getting under his skin.

Running his hand along Chase's firm chest, Levi let out another moan that was all sorts of wicked.

Chase couldn't help but wonder how the boy's slender body would feel being torn apart when he rammed his massive cock deep inside that tight tiny hole of his.

Would he scream out in pain? Would he beg for more? Or would he let out one of those wickedly, gut-wrenching moans that gave him the hardest boners of his life? He couldn't wait to find out.

"I'm in the worst kind of hell right now. Feeling the biggest dick of my life pressed up against me and not being able to shove it deep inside my tight little hole has my brain and body battling it out right now," Levi whimpered, gripping Chase's broad shoulders and squeezing him.

Chase chuckled and lowered his head between the crook of Levi's neck. "God, you're adorable."

Levi wrapped his arms around Chase's thick back and breathed him in.

God, he loved the way Levi's body shivered as he breathed in his scent. It made him feel owned and desired—like there was no other man in the world who the boy wanted.

Say what you will, but there is no greater feeling in life than knowing that someone wants you, desires you, and can't wait to get you home and make you his. Even for someone as big and strong as himself, he was surprised at how much he actually wanted Levi to want him.

"Arg, this is so frustrating. But we need to be good. Matteo wouldn't be too pleased if he had to bail us out of jail for public indecency. France may be very sex-positive, but it does have its limits," Levi added, giving Chase a quick squeeze on both his ass cheeks.

Chase exhaled and readjusted himself.

"How about we continue our little tour de Paris, then see what kind of trouble we can get into later tonight?"

The throbbing behind his zipper insisted that stopping was a terrible idea and refused to give Chase any relief. The beating in his chest took in Levi's sweet smile and gentle eyes before agreeing that this was a safe way to approach the situation and would allow for this adjustment.

Kissing Levi's neck gently, Chase eventually pulled his lips away. "Even though my dick is going to hate me, I think that sounds like a smart plan."

Yes, his dick was showing his anger at this decision by increasing its hardness and refusing to give Chase any reprieve. It was determined to make Chase as uncomfortable as possible and bask in the misery and frustration that it caused its master.

They both sat up and dusted themselves off, cleaning the last remnants of their romantic picnic in one of the most romantic places on the planet.