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(ooc: zomg! Callynanders really are Tommyknockers! *flees!*)

Maintenance meant parts and supplies. And replenishing supplies. Pulling up outside, the brothers parked and alarmed, pushing in the door. Kadaj headed over to the frozen foods section and stood in front of the ice cream, transfixed at the selection.

With Loz heading to the oil, Yazoo stood at the door and watched Michael with pursed lips.

Michael watched the brothers come in. No matter how many times they came in without causing a ruckus, he still expected one whenever they showed up. "Good afternoon," he greeted them with more calm than he felt. While they hadn't harmed Hunter, and Michael was thankful for that, he wasn't so sure of their intentions toward him. Michael tried to ignore the fact that he was being watched, instead staring intently at his inventory lists on the counter.

Strolling up to Michael, Yazoo tilted and leaned against the counter, his attention out on his brothers as they milled about the store. "You still don't trust us." He looked at Michael, his gaze running down the length of his body, tongue smoothing over his bottom lip.

Mead still tilted down toward the papers, Michael's eyes -- dark and serious -- roved upward to Yazoo. "Is there a reason I should?" He paused a moment, then added, "You guys don't exactly give off an air of calm."

"What have we done in here," Yazoo leaned in, "with Hunter that was anything other than calm?" He looked at Michael with a small pout. "And that's what some of this is about? Hunter?"

Michael narrowed his eyes. "It's about the fact that you have nothing but animosity for me and my husband. Given that fact, we had every right to be worried about our son being with you." He returned his eyes to the inventory list. "Thankfully we were wrong. On that count."

"Animosity?" Yazoo laughed, the sound smooth and soft. "Not hardly, Michael. And it seems that the feeling is returned in any case." He leaned hard on the counter to get closer.

"It's not animosity at all," he whispered. "I'm surprised you don't recognize it for what it is."

Michael shifts a little, uncomfortable with the proximity. He looks up again, but his eyes aren't as cold. "Lust?" he says softly.

"Mmm," Yazoo hummed pleasantly. "And more. I find you fascinating, Michael. You are a full moon on a clear night, you shine so brightly and it pleases me."

Michael smiles a moment. It was so poetic, the kind of thing Ben didn't say much anymore. But as he thinks on Yazoo's words, his smile fades. "Why should I believe you?"

Yazoo shrugged. His finger traced along the edge of the counter top. "It doesn't matter." He shifted against the counter, still leaniing close.

"You could have me again, you know." Yazoo's voice was a whisper again. He looked up at Michael with a libidinous gaze.

"I want to believe you. If that matters."

Michael sighs, tracking his eyes away from Yazoo's gaze. "Under other circumstances, I might consider it. But I have a relationship and a family, and I'm not putting that at risk."

He laughed again. "What's the risk?"

Michael rolls his eyes. Figures this one doesn't understand. "Ben and I have a commitment to each other. There isn't room for other people in that equation -- we don't turn to other people for sex." No matter how tempting.

Watching Michael roll his eyes, Yazoo stiffened and pushed up from the counter. His jaw tightened and he nodded once. For just a brief moment, there may have been a look in Yazoo's gaze before his entire expression smoothed out.

Michael studies Yazoo's movements. He still didn't understand why Yazoo was so intent in pursuing him. He expected Yazoo to be like Brian, fuck 'em once and throw 'em away. "There are plenty of men out there who would be interested in you. You've had me, why pursue me?"

((ooc: going to be AFK for about hour and a half.))

Yazoo grew thoughtful for a moment, his gaze narrowing. In one swift move, he was over the counter and walking toward Michael, crowding in on him.

Eyes widening, Michael backs up, but he's caught between Yazoo, the counter and the walls. "What the fuck are you doing?" he says, rather loudly, hoping someone will come to his rescue...a rather faint flicker of hope, considering the company he's in.

Once he had Michael where the man couldn't escape, Yazoo leaned in very close. He brushed his mouth over Michael's. "Tell me you don't want me, Michael," he whispered.

The tingle ran down Michael's spine to the tip of...well, somewhere that was not his toes. He took a deep breath. Want was one thing, doing what he needed to do was another. He couldn't do this to Ben. "I don't want you," he said, staring at Yazoo's chest rather than in his eyes, since Michael knew his own eyes would betray him.

Yazoo's mouth moved softly over his jaw and he whispered into Michael's ear. "You'll have to do better than that." His hand skirted up Michael's hip and slid around to rest on his lower back. "Convince me you don't want me."

Enough was enough. Michael slipped his hands between them and shoved hard, his tone more firm than it had been the first time. "I don't want you."

His hands came up, palms out, and he staggered backward a step from the force of Michael's shove against him. There was just a flash of disappointment before his expression was neutral once more.

"Goodbye, Michael." Yazoo was over the counter again and heading for the door.

A twinge of regret poked at Michael, but he knew he'd done what he had to do. A few moments' excitement wasn't worth the destruction of a decade of relationship. Michael looked for Yazoo's brothers, hoping they weren't going to punish him for what they may have witnessed happening up front.

They were watching and both of them looked to Michael. Loz put down the box of oil he had picked up and he followed his brother out the door.

Kadaj stood for a moment longer before he went up to the counter and looked at Michael. He held his hands out to the side and smiled.

Once the bikes started up outside, he gave Michael a small salute and turned to trot out the door.

As the last one left, Michael shook his head. He was torn. This meant the loss of customers, and the possibility of retaliation. And the loss of a possibility...one he was afraid to give much thought to. With a deep breath and a heavy sigh, Michael went back to his inventory.

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