Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

this” — he ran his hand familiarly over Ty’s body — “with just anyone. Doll.”
    “Oh God, you’re getting into character now, aren’t you?” Ty groaned, laughing as he stretched under Zane’s hand.
    Zane groped him a bit before lifting that hand to cover Ty’s left hand and lace their fingers together. The two rings rapped together lightly, reminding him of what was coming. “You’re mine, Del ,” Zane drawled, more than a hint of arrogance sharpening his tone as he took the opportunity to look over Ty possessively, not hiding it one bit. And damn if it didn’t feel good. “Just you remember that when you go showing off that fine ass around that ship in those nonexistent swim shorts of yours.” Now he could feel the laugh threatening, caused by his outrageous playacting, and he knew it had to be showing in his eyes.
    Ty was watching him, biting his lip against a smile. “He’s that much of an asshole, huh?” he finally asked, his voice wavering with amusement.
    “Oh doll, you have no idea,” Zane continued, one eyebrow pointing up officiously as he forced the amusement out of his demeanor, curling up his lip ever so slightly as his dark eyes took on a rapacious glint. He tightened his grip on Ty’s hand, the rings cutting in just a bit, which helped stave off the laughter. He knew he was a damn good actor, but if anyone could see through it, it would be Ty. Might as well test it now.
    Ty smiled, barely restraining a laugh before he composed himself with remarkable speed. But he only managed to look at Zane seriously for mere seconds before his lips twitched into another smile and he snorted, trying not to laugh. He slapped his hand over his mouth and struggled to stay quiet. Finally, he regained control and looked at Zane once more with a somber nod.
    Zane frowned at him for a long moment before rolling his eyes, because all he wanted to do was laugh too. “You’re right. We’re totally screwed.”
    Ty began to laugh softly, the sound low and warm. His thumb slid across the metal of Zane’s wedding ring, and he lifted their hands and looked at the rings, one gold and scuffed from years of constant wear, one bright and silver and new. The laughter ebbed. Ty licked his lips as he examined them, and then he lowered their hands and slowly rolled into Zane, his body languid and pliable once more as he draped over him. It was a subtle but immediate change in his demeanor. Zane knew Ty was a damn good UC, which required a lot of acting. But he hadn’t known Ty had the ability to literally become someone else with just a shift of his body. He was impressed. Very impressed. And a little disturbed.
    Ty nudged Zane’s nose with his and then kissed him slowly. “We’ll be just fine,” he assured Zane in the British accent, his voice pitched just a little higher than normal. He smiled against Zane’s lips. “You just have to own it. Believe that I’m yours and you’re mine,” he whispered slowly before dragging his teeth along Zane’s bottom lip.
    Zane’s chest felt tight, more than it should even with Ty’s weight upon him. His entire body tingled with the words. He let his eyes half close, not wanting to examine the feeling too closely, and exhaled shakily as Ty’s words echoed in his ears.
    “Make me believe it, darling,” Ty coaxed in the fake accent, his voice a bare whisper.
    Zane closed his arms around Ty to hold him in place and tried to find the mindset he’d been cultivating all day. Corbin Porter was a self-serving, arrogant, possessive bastard who believed life was his way or the highway. It hadn’t taken Zane the whole twenty minutes of listening to him during questioning to figure that one out. What Zane worried about was how Corbin’s predictably selfish hold on Del all too easily translated to Zane’s own silent craving to keep Ty to himself… and how his very headstrong and independent lover would react to it.
    He clenched his fingers into Ty’s warm skin. “You are mine,” he asserted in that sharpened, confident-sounding drawl. “I know it; you know it. And so will anyone else who looks at you.”
    “There you go,” Ty murmured approvingly, draping his leg over Zane’s hip and kissing him again languidly, the simple action simultaneously more submissive and seductive than anything Ty had ever done to him before. The effect was intoxicating, and Zane found both his body and his mind responding in just the way he figured Ty intended.
    His partner had