"Be a bad boy just for me."

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“Here. Take this.” 

Carlos looks down at the hot drink being offered to him. He looks back up at Rio, placing a kiss on his cheek “Thankyou.” 

Rio looks at the canvas before his lover. The blues and greens seemed to all mix with a shade of white to create crashing waves of foam. He then looks out towards the real deal. “I can tell what it is, but will anyone else?” He questions as he tilts his head to one side. 

Carlos frowns at Rio before looking back at the painting. “It's not finished yet and anyway, it's meant to be open to interpretation. You see what you want to see.” 

“Hmm.” Rio takes a sip of his hot chocolate. “Well whatever people interpret it as, you seem to be onto something. Your commissions have rocketed. Maybe I can be a kept man.”Rio gazes out once again towards the sea view. “The seasonal work I can get won't last forever.  We need more time to pass before we are past news and I can again look for legitimate work.”

“If I am successful at this, I will need a driver.” Carlos grins with a flick of an eyebrow. “But I promise I won't hold a gun to your head this time.”

Rio shakes his head, he places a hand on Carlos' shoulder. “The sunset is approaching. When are you coming to bed?” 

“Anyone else would say it's getting late or it's past 9, but you? ‘Sunset is approaching’.”  Carlos laughs as he quotes the words with his fingers. 

“It's this place.” Rio insists. “It brings out the poet in me,  like the artist in you …. Come to bed soon. I have a request.” Rio walks away, leaving Carlos to wonder as he looks over his shoulder. He finally decides to call it a night as he drops the brush in the white spirit, and heads into the house. 

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Carlos emerges some time later from the bathroom, with a towel tucked around his waist. His growing hair spiked up a little on his head from the wet. He looks at the bed to see Rio curled under the sheets, as if asleep already, if it weren't for the light on the nightstand shining on his face. “Are you wearing anything under there?” Carlos wonders as he goes to grab the corner of the sheets, in order to whip it back. 

“Wait….” Rio protests but Carlos is fast. The sheets are flying back to reveal Rio totally naked. He retaliates by reaching out and grabbing a hold of Carlos’ towel, which with minimal effort, gets flung to the floor. He pulls Carlos on top of him, as they begin a playful wrestle, both totally naked. It ends with Carlos pinning Rio down by his wrists. 

“Do you surrender?” Carlos utters. 

“Always.” Rio replies as slowly but surely, Carlos relaxes the hold. He lets his body press against Rio's as their lips meet. Rio wraps his arms around Carlos’ back. His skin felt warm from the shower as his fingertips glided over the surface. 

Rio begins to take control as he lets their bodies roll onto the other side of the bed. Lips still connected until eventually Rio pulls away. He rests on his elbows as he lets the palms of his hands brush against Carlos’ damp hair. “Are you happy?” 

Carlos tightens his hold on Rio's waist. “Unbelievably.” He replies as he looks into Rio's eyes. “I'm glad It was your taxi I chose. I'm glad I kidnapped you.“ 

“Me too.” Rio chuckles, leaning in and kissing Carlos on the nose. He strokes his hair a few more times before speaking. “Can I tell you something?” 

“Sure.”

“Ever since you got into my taxi, my life has been a rollercoaster. A thrillride, but sometimes I feel a little cheated.” 

“What do you mean?” Carlos looks at Rio, feeling a little unsure about what he meant. 

His eyes gravitate towards the drawer. “My request.” Rio sits up. He bites on his lower lip as he grins. “Look in the drawer. He gestures with his head at the nightstand by his bed. 

Carlos leans across to the drawer, pulling it open to reveal .. “handcuffs?” He pulls them from the drawer, dangling them before his eyes and Rio's who was as equally transfixed with them. “Where did you get these?”

“Before we ditched the van I found these in the glove compartment. The keys are still in the drawer…” Rio gazes down at Carlos' body. “You are my kidnapper. I am your captive …” He bites down on his lip once again, feeling the words being spoken already affecting him. “I never got the full experience.”

Carlos sits up a little straighter. He lets the cuffs drop to the bed “You want me to cuff you?.... and do what?” 

“Whatever you want. Be a bad boy just for me. Show me your power. Don't you want to know what it feels like to be a mafia boy?” Rio grins, knowing his words work having an effect. 

“Shut up. I'll show you.” Carlos wastes no time in pushing Rio down on the bed and cuffing him to the metal rails above his head.

“Did you always have this in you?” Rio wonders, with an air of thrill about what may happen next. 

Carlos straddles Rio's hips, feeling the arousel under him. He places his palms upon Rio's chest, this simple action enough to get the man below him to shudder. He leans in close enough to whisper. “You forget who I am.” He raises two fingers to the centre of Rio's forehead like a makeshift gun. 

“I'm Carlos Matheson. The underdog and Rio Tenet…. you're mine.”

THE END

A/N: Yes it's finally the end. This story has been such fun to write but also a personal challenge for me. It has pushed my thinking and my creativity further than any other tale I've written. Thank you to anyone who has gone through the journey with me and has waited patiently for each episode. A shout out to FakeASmile21 who had always been one of the first to hit a chapter when it came out. Thank you to everyone who stopped by. All comments, votes and reads are always appreciated. 

Jojo

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