This was what he needed, the sanctuary of his lover's arms. Greg was so much stronger than he was to hold not only Ryan but his baggage up. He kissed back, gentle at first but then it turned harder ad he let his feelings go out throught to the kiss. Why couldn't life be this easy? Just the arms of his lover and nothing else.
When he finally broke for a breath he leaned against the other, foreheads touching. "Why does the world have to be cruel? How can it just for a man not to get in trouble for nearly killing someone just because it was a slave?" Ryan believed in the law, believed that it was black and white but really there was so much grey in the world. "They say the law is just, but it is not. There is some girl laying in a bed half dead and if she is lucky she will be sold." It was not right when you wished someone had died so they didn't have to feel pain anymore.
"And I can't even do anything. It is the law and all the law sees me as is a slave who's master is willing to let him play cop." He reached up to feel his neck, imagining it tightening around him. He wished it was still there so he could rip it off again.