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This is the fourth in my Rafe/Simon Holiday Tradition series.

This story is a sequel to: A Glowing Tradition

Simon leaned his head against the front door to his home and prayed. "Please, dear God. If you have any mercy to spare whatsoever, please let Brian be finished with this Valentine madness. I'm not sure I can take any more."

The black police captain looked down at the floor, at the collection of gifts Rafe had managed to send to him at work. A stuffed teddy bear with a heart on its chest lay propped against the doorframe, a huge box of chocolates under its bottom. Tied clumsily to one of the bear's paws was a collection of helium filled, heart shaped balloons. Simon's briefcase stood beside the gifts and tucked inside, never again to see the light of day, was a collection of photos capturing his reaction to the male Valentine stripper Rafe had hired to visit Simon at lunch---a lunch conveniently arranged by his co-conspirators, Jim and Blair.

"How lucky am I that Sandburg just happened to have a digital camera in his backpack," Simon muttered. "Those damn bastards. If any of those pictures get out, I'll kill `em all." He brushed ineffectively at the red glitter scattered across his jacket. "Hell, I might just kill Rafe right now."

The older man shook his head and fished out his keys. Opening the door, he closed his eyes and cautiously stepped inside. Silence greeted him. Simon sniffed the air and cracked one eye open. Nothing. The foyer was the same as when he had left for work this morning.

"So far, so good."

Simon bent down, gathered his collection of gifts and shut the door, quietly locking it. He slowly inched toward the living room. Again, nothing. A cozy fire was burning in the fireplace and several lit candles were on the mantle. A romantic scene, absolutely free of the silliness Rafe had inflicted upon him at work.,

Simon let out a sigh of relief and dropped everything on the couch. A balloon hit him on the chin and he just batted it away, too tired to worry with it. Rubbing a hand over his face, Simon called out, "Brian? Where are ya, Tiger?"

Rafe's voice directed Simon down the hall. "In the jacuzzi, lover. Come join me."

Simon pulled his tie loose. "Now that sounds like the perfect way to end the day." The tall black man was half out of his shirt when he opened the door to the spacious bathroom. The sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks.

Rafe was rising from the tub, a decadent angel intent on wickedness. Bubbles glided down his slender body, drawing Simon's attention to the red, heart shaped nipple clamps his lover wore. Unable to resist, Simon looked lower and instantly found himself struggling to breathe. Rafe had his cock and balls bound with strips of red satin, the column of hard flesh standing proudly erect, begging to be touched.

Holding out a flute of champagne, Rafe smiled at his lover. "Happy Valentine's, Simon."

Simon shook his head and stared dumbfounded at the scene of seduction Rafe had put together. Red candles were tucked in every nook and cranny surrounding the large tub, their light casting shadows around the room. Small foil hearts and rose petals were scattered across the plush bathroom rug, a path that guided him to his lover. And sitting on a small table Rafe had placed close to the jacuzzi was a plate of fruit and simmer bowl of melted chocolate. Nearby, nestled in a silver ice bucket was a bottle of champagne.

Simon took the glass from Rafe's hand and set it down on the table. Cupping the back of his lover's head, he tenderly pulled him close, softly kissing him on the lips. "I love you, Brian," he whispered.

Rafe smiled and tugged on Simon's shirt. "Why don't you get naked and join me."

The older man nearly fell on his face in his haste to rid himself of all his clothes. Reclaiming his champagne, Simon took a sip of the expensive bubbly. A mischievous gleam appeared in his dark eyes as he gazed at his lover. Lowering himself to his knees, Simon poured the remainder of his champagne over Rafe's bound genitals, rinsing them clean.

Rafe gasped and nearly lost his footing at the first touch of the cool liquid. If it had not been for Simon's strong hands gripping his hips, he would have fallen. As it was, his knees threatened to buckle and drop him on his ass---all due to the fact that Simon was in the process of swallowing his erection whole.

Rafe slammed his fist against the wall, groping for anything that would provide him support. His hand finally made contact with the towel rack and he hung on for dear life. "Si... oh god... Simon...Fuck!"

Sucking hard on his lover's shaft, Simon hummed, adding just the right amount of stimulation to make Rafe howl. His eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of the young man moaning, his head thrashing from side to side, his white knuckled hand nearly ripping the towel rack off the wall.

Reaching for the small table, Simon dipped his finger into the melted chocolate and quickly determined the liquid sweetness was just the right temperature for his wicked plan. Distracting Rafe with another round of enthusiastic sucking, Simon slowly inserted his chocolate covered finger inside the slender man's ass.

Rafe's eyes went impossibly wide, the sensation of warmth invading his hole nearly pushing him over the edge. He deserted his grip on the towel rack and tangled his fingers in the tight curls of Simon's hair, holding the man's head in place as he thrust wildly into his mouth. "This... your... your.. gift... not... Simon!"

Having found the tie that would release the satin ribbon, Simon tugged it free and found his mouth flooded with his lover's cum. Adding another finger, he worked both digits deeper inside Rafe's body, locating his prostate. Simon stroked the small nub repeatedly and listened as the low pitch of his lover's voice escalated into a range any soprano would be proud of achieving.

An abrupt cessation of sound warned the police captain of Rafe's impending collapse. He quickly rose to his feet and caught his lover in his arms. Balancing Rafe against his chest, he stepped inside the jacuzzi and lowered the two of them into the warm swirling water. A brush of his hand across the younger man's chest reminded him of the clamps still attached to Rafe's nipples. He turned Rafe around and had him straddle his lower torso. With a gentle touch, he slowly released the first clamp and immediately covered the reddened nub with his mouth, soothing it with the damp warmth of his tongue. A breathless whimper welcomed his ministrations.

Simon pulled Rafe closer and after testing the looseness of his ass, carefully lowered his lover onto his cock. Releasing the second clamp, he breathed the words, "I love you" over the tender flesh of Rafe's nipple.

Rafe was on the verge of tears, Simon's gentle loving almost too much for him to deal with. He slid his hands across the man's wide chest, pausing to tease the small patch of coarse curls that covered the dark skin in the center. Surrendering to his lover, he allowed his body to be guided in the rhythm that soon had Simon groaning his name.

"Brian... your ass... god, it's so tight. Bri... I... I..."

Rafe lowered his head and kissed Simon hard, his tongue invading his mouth. His fingers tweaked the wrinkled peaks of his lover's nipples as he slammed down hard on Simon's cock. Tightening the muscles of his ass, Rafe felt a flood of heat fill his body. The sudden rush pushed him into a second orgasm and his seed showered Simon's chest.

Wrapping his arms around the older man, Rafe laid his head on Simon's shoulder and nuzzled the damp skin of his neck. He smiled at the soft snore that escaped into the quiet. Bumping Simon's chin with his head, he awakened his lover.

Pushing away, Rafe grinned at the yawn Simon could not contain. "Don't go to sleep yet, my gentle giant. There's still plenty of time to celebrate Valentine's Day and I plan to make the most of every minute."

Rafe wiggled his ass. "I hope you took your vitamins this morning. Cause I've got a can of cherry flavored whipped cream and a monster dildo with your name on `em, waiting in the fridge."

Simon groaned. "Have mercy."

End A Decadent Angel by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com

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