First Anniversary of the Sexy and the Beast: Special One-Shot. WARNING: The one-shot is about Travis and Alexi from "Fire and Ice" and I would advise you to first read the story, in case you haven't, or else you will spoil the surprises and reading. Second WARNING: it contains mature contents and boyxboy action; as you can see it is R-rated. This is a SPECIAL Travis and Alexi ONE-SHOT I created to celebrate 1 YEAR of "Fire and Ice", since exactly one year ago I posted the first chapter of the story. I want to thank all of you, my dear fans and readers, for your amazing support and enthusiasm, and I thought writing this would be the best way. The one-shot is about our Travis and Alexi celebrating their first anniversary and what else to say? Nothing much, as we all know how the "Sexy" and the "Beast" deeply and crazily love each other. Thank you Maria231000 for the cover and banners!

Sylver Reid, is not your regular petite bodied gay boy that everyone love and want for themselves, rather he is chubby and invisible to almost everyone that is not his friend and he prefer it so, because that way he can hide the dark past that holds him in its deadly clutches. He has become a professional at hiding it well behind his shy smile and happy exterior, while deep down he constantly prays that no one will ever find out or that the past wont come back knocking. And he was doing an excellent job of it while remaining invisible, that was, until the sexy Italian Beast, Santier Alessi steps into the picture, with every intention of dominating and waking up deep hidden desires inside of him, while marking him as his chocolate treat forever. He has a sexy beast trying to devour and dominate him. And his past knocking. Will Sylver succumb completely to the desires of the beast? Or will he back away and run, when the knockings of his past are too loud to ignore?

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.