Rey struggled against Tsavori's grasp. "Stop it! Let me go." Tsavori's grasp was too tight for Rey's minimal fighting skills to squirm out of.

Fiore rolled his eyes and glanced at the others. "Give Fernando to us and no one gets hurt."

Cielo joined Fiore as they took their guns out to aim at the Russians in front of them.

Dravi had one thing on his mind. Getting Fernando back so Morgan could tell him how amazing he was. After all, that WAS a maximum security prison.

"Hurt? Only ones get hurt is you!" Dravi was weaker on Spanish and he didn't care about being coherent. He wanted to get on that flight back to America and see Morgan. Now.

"You feel pretty good," Tsavori commented, blowing in Rey's ear some. He smirked. "Let us be acquainted?"

Fiore didn't think their boss really minded if Fernando was dead. As long as he didn't leave the country. The oldest fired at Fernando between the eyes. He looked arond when Fernando was no longer standing where he had fired.

Dravi had Fernando on the ground with him.

Cielo was thoroughly impressed. "WOW! I didn't even see you move! You're officially my favorite." He proclaimed hi the favorite as if they were show characters there for his entertainment. He turned his attention to Tsavori and Rey, since Fernando was obviously going to be taken. Rey could go with them and send messages back to the brothers to help bring Fernando back to Mexico and complete their job.

Rey wasn't paying attention to anything that was occuring. THe only thing he could feel was Tsavori on him. "Gross. Gross. Gross."

Dravi lifted Fernando up by pulling on his arm and headed to take him towards the get away car in the city.

Cielo smirked some. "Rey would love to go with you."

"WHAT?!"

"Is that so?" Tsavori laughed.

Rey's eyes widened. "No. No. NO!"

The Russian had already began to carry him away when he began to squeal in a higher pitch and try to resist. He was so amusing!

"I'll make sure you have fun tonight."

"FIORE! FIORE!" When the eldest ignored him, he began shouting for Cielo, who only provided a wave in response.

Fiore turned to Cielo once the russians and his brother were out of sight. "Let's get going. We'll wait for Rei's tracking signal."

Cielo smiled and went with him, he was excited to have the chance to see that sexy Russian again.

~~

Tsavori pulled Rey onto his lap as they sat in the jet. Rey moved to hit at him. "Let me go!"

"Fiesty," Tsavori laughed. "You are quite energetic. I fancy that." His lips met with Rey's.

Fernando watched with interest. Tsavori and him had so much in common! He was quite suave...but it was curious to see this youth so resistant toward his advances. He chuckled. The Russian was still an amateur.

Rey continued fighting against Tsavori as much as he could for the entire plane ride to America. Towards the end he started getting tired and fought back less enthusiastically. Even his voice failed him some as he cursed at him in Russian.

Tsavori chuckled. "You know Russian?" he asked in his native tongue, more amused by Rey. "Why, it flows off your tongue nicely." A hand slid over his legs and higher up to his thighs.

"Tell me, what is your name?"

Rey sighed. He wanted to sleep, jet rides always made him tired. Yet, he didn't dare try for fear Tsavori would touch him. He turned his head away from Tsavori and frowned.

"No."

"I don't mind calling you 'No.'"

"Stop it."

Tsavori lightly kissed his brow before picking him up. He carried him to the back row of the jet and laid him down. He could feel how weary Rey had gotten. He would be more fun once he got some energy. Slowly, he returned to the front and had a seat. The Russian slouched and closed his eyes, letting himself sleep.

Rey blinked as Tsavori had gone to the front of the jet. That was definately strange. The Russian wasn't going to attack him at all. He was going to let him sleep, and that kiss. Rey touched his forehead. NO, NO, it was some kind of trick! Those Russian men were tricky and manipulative! There must be a trap to it. He'd sit up the entire night and watch out for the trap when it appeared. Yet, he was so tired and the cushions of the jet felt so soft.

Before Rey could think on it more he had fallen asleep where Tsavori laid him.

Tsavori had forgotten about Rey once they landed. For all he knew, he was an exciting dream. He woke up with a nice surprise after all. The Russians escorted Fernando off the plane. He looked over at the other two Russians who he hadn't really noticed before, Darin and Siberi. Attractiveness clearly ran in this family...

The driver opened the door to the limo to take them Morgan's condo.

Rey sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Tired.." He hadn't slept very well since he couldn't spread out too much on the jet cusions the way he liked to sleep. His eyes glanced around as he looked for his captors. They weren't there, the jet door was open as well. Rey stood up from his seat and ran towards the front where the door was open. He glanced to and fro before running out. Stupid Russians! Apparently they weren't as cool as they thought they were.

~~~~

Fernando looked around with every moment. "I can't thank you all enough." The fresh air was amazing.

"Oh, you can thank me in so many ways," Tsavori said with a chuckle. He flirtatiously felt over the small of Fernando's back.

Dravi rushed to Morgan's door. He had to show him. Show him the results of all his hard work! All his. All his! His closed fist knocked at the door. Siberi, who had trotted after him, repeatedly pressed the doorbell, enjoying the sound.

"I'll get it, Morgan." The violet haired Mexican offered Morgan's lips multiple kisses before Rafaga stood up from the bed and headed for the door to answer it. He pulled on his pants before leaving the room.

Morgan watched him as he headed out the door. "Hurry back."

"Definately." Rafaga opened the front door to see the Russians and his father standing there. "PAPI!"

That Papi was loud enough for anyone to hear. Morgan smiled at how happy Rafaga sounded. He started dressing to go and see him.

Rafaga knew exactly who it was to thank for his father's return. He caught Morgan in the hallway and held him tightly as his passionate kisses surprised Morgan.

Morgan giggled out loud, unable to keep up with his numerous kisses. The final one was long and deep, taking his breath away completely. A moan left his lips.

"Ah, Rafaga...Perhaps we should celebrate with your Papi..." Morgan felt over his love's cheeks.

"I can get in between," Fernando offered. Threesomes weren't new to him.

Dravi waited. Waited for his praise...

Rafaga laughed at his dad. "That's completely disgusting, you know that."

Fernando shook his head no in response. "It's only disgusting if I was ugly." He walked over to the two and touched Morgan's cheek. "My sweet angel. You're too kind to our family to help us this way. My son must be a really good kisser."

Morgan laughed. "Oh he is. He's amazing." His hand slid down the length of Rafaga's back before resting slightly below the small of his back. Rafaga smirked in return, knowing where he was aiming at touching had there not been so many guests.

"Let me show you to your room."

"I get my own room?" Fernando inquired, a brow raising.

"Of course, Papi."

The former prisoner turned to his son quickly. "Don't let this one go." He hadn't approved of Bobby White...but this one...this one was a keeper!

Fernando wrapped his arm around Morgan's shoulders. "God, I love you. I'd love to be your Papi, pretty boy."

Morgan laughed as he lead him towards the bedroom set up for Fernando.

"I'll work and pay for any kind of expense." Fernando didn't WANT to work, but he certainly would to pay Morgan back.

"Don't worry about a thing, Papi. I want you to relax and have fun here, you've been through so much."

"God, if only I could have married you instead of--" He let that slide down. Rafaga was stil so sensitive about the subject of his mother, but god Fernando felt he might have loved the woman had she been as nice as Morgan and just let him have fun!

Morgan glanced over Fernando's appearance. His outfit wasn't that of a convicts, it looked like Rafaga's when he had picked him up. "I'll get you some clothes. I think I have just the ones for you until I can make something else up."

Fernando kisses his forehead before letting Morgan go.

Morgan went next to the waiting Russians. Darin wore a pair of glasses to correct his nearsightedness. Siberi had grown impatient and fidgeted around. He had games to play...Dravi was equally anxious, but just waiting for acknowledgment and Morgan's love. God, he wanted him so much.

"Thank you guys so much...what can I give you in return?"

"Your body," Tsavori said, his Russian accent thick. He accompanied his request with a wink.

The rose haired youth hit his arm lightly and playfully and smiled. "I'll write you guys a check."

Dravi felt crushed. Where was his date? He approached him and touched his arm. "Go out with me." It was a demand!

Morgan blinked when he looked at his face. Dravi was serious. "Oh sugar, I'll make you dinner sometime."

That was more than what he had gotten before. Nodding, he accepted it.

Rey glanced around the city. He didn't know where he was at all. He made his way to a pay phone and dialed for his brothers. He let them in on what happened. Fiore wasn't happy at all about Rey not getting the exact location they took Fernando to. The yelling made Rey hang the phone up on him.

He figured he might as well find a hotel to stay in until his brothers arrived to take him home or if they were given another chance, to find Fernando.

((Since Miguel and Jet...kind of failed last time, let's try again! xD))


Jet Han Li was a little weary from his travels. With a briefcase containing all of his paperwork and little luggage, he moved from city to city to handle his lawsuits. He was one of the youngest lawyers in Li Corporation's private firm. Usually he was dressed in crisp suits with his black hair slicked back flawlessly. But today, he was a little more casual with his tie pulled loose, jacket hanging from his arm, cuffs unbuttoned, and shirt open some.

Jet considered hitting a bar for some drinks. Not enough to get him drunk, just a slight buzz. But with how strict Li Corp was about their lawyers, he brushed the idea aside. Somehow, they knew everything. They knew where he went, what he bought, and what he did. He was quite sure they knew when he went to bed also. From the guidebook, chock full of expectations of the lawyers, it read that they should always be clear minded, presentable, and respectable. They were not the trashy, sleezy lawyers often characterized in the stereotypes. If you wanted to work in the multi-billion dollar corporation, you had to be perfect.

His father worked in the firm. Every since he was a child, Jet aspired to follow in his footsteps. And here he was! It had been a hard journey through law school. Now he was dreaming of becoming a partner, like his father. Jet's daydreaming of having one of the vast offices in the corners with the wide windows and great view allowed him to ram into Rey.

"Sorry," he apologized quickly.

((HAHA, alrighty!))

Rey was not in any kind of mood to let things just pass him by. He turned towards Jet and scoffed. "Whatever, I bet you did that on purpose."

Jet was surprised someone actually refused an appology. Usually people just continued on their way and didn't mention another word about it. "No, I assure you. I'm very sorry."

"I don't think you are." Rey looked into Jet's violet eyes. That color of eyes really pissed him off! That Russian had those eyes too!

"Please, accept my appology. I'll be more careful walking."

"Wh-- you wanna go?"

Jet considered that Rey might be a "Special" person who didn't understand social situations. "I really don't want any trouble?"

Miguel had been watching Rey's backside as he had been walking down the sidewalk. The angry vibe he gave off had kept him from approaching. The brown haired man watched the backside he was watching try to fight the equally, if not better, round firm backside that was easily lost underneath those suit pants. But little did that backside know, that Miguel looooved backsides in suit pants. Hidden from the world only to be revealed by his undressing them. MIguel blinked, he was getting way off topic in his day dreams.

After collecting himself, Miguel stood in front of Rey. "Now, now, there's no need to fight."

Jet was surprised by the friendly gesture to help ease the tension. He stepped back to retreat from the aggravated Rey and looked at Miguel. Oddly enough...he had seen him somewhere before. He tilted his head to look more at his profile. The nose, the strong jaw, the full lips...they were all very very...familiar.

Rey twitched. Before Miguel could avoid it, he was hit on the jaw. Rey wasn't thinking and was more running on emotions when he swung his arm at him.

"Oh goodness, are you alright?" Jet touched his arm.

Rey stuck his tongue out at both of the men and turned to go his separate way. "LOSERS."

Miguel felt along his jaw slowly as he looked at Jet. He WAS fine, but he could definately play it up for sympathy. "Ow, god, it hurts."

Jet helped keep Miguel steady as Miguel leaned against him. "Let's get you something for it. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get you involved."

"Oh no, anything for a beautiful face." Of course, it wasn't the fact Miguel was looking at, that was just an added bonus.