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You stare out at the mass of bodies twisting and jumping around the dancefloor. Your foot is tapping anxiously against the sticky floor, way out of time with the bass-boosted anodic dance music that’s blasting from the DJ booth at the other end of the room. Normally, you’d throw your body into the mass, becoming absorbed in the music with everyone else, but your insides are squirming with anxiety and the voices in your head are clambering over each other to yell warnings at you. Neither of these things actually tell you what specifically you should be worried about.
You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a body press against your side and warm breath on your ear.
“You need to loosen up, Harry.” You relax upon recognizing Kim’s voice and the scent of his cologne. “We’re not going to find anything with both of us standing at the bar.”
You release a great puff of air and shake out your limbs a bit. “Right. Right! Sorry, Kim. I’ll get out on the dancefloor and lure in the suspect with my disco moves.”
The lieutenant smiles and pats your arm encouragingly, his hand lingering on your bicep before he steps away. You swallow, mouth dry.
He's been doing that a lot lately; touching you for longer than what normal friends would consider appropriate. Your skin burns every time, even under layers of clothing.
He likes teasing you; likes watching you squirm. It drives you up the wall. Despite both of your eagerness to rush into intimacy, you've yet to convince Kim to actually agree to it. Something about self-control and remaining professional.
AUTHORITY - A poor excuse from him considering he had just kissed you senseless a few minutes earlier.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - Get your head in the game, officer. You're undercover right now. Do as the Lieutenant asks.
CONCEPTUALIZATION - And maybe he'll reward you after.
You glare as Kim smirks knowingly before looking away. Instead of bending him over the bar like you want to, you push off the counter and head for the dancefloor. You slide into the writhing throng of bodies, the scent of people’s perfumes, sweat, and spilled drinks making your blood pump.
The club’s patrons skew young. You and Kim are definitely two of the oldest people in the room. Fortunately, that doesn't seem like a deterrent for most people. As soon as you’re in the thick of it, you're pulled into a dance with some boy barely half your age. He dances with you, pulling your hands to feel his body. You imagine Kim under them instead of this child. At least it makes you feel marginally less like a pervert.
You're finally starting to find your groove when the body in front of you is replaced by someone much taller and much poke-ier.
The silver-haired patron crowds close, the metal spikes on their vest digging into your chest.
“Eros?”
“You should keep an eye on your partner,” they say into your ear. “The guy giving him the Big Eyes is a creep.”
“Is he our suspect?” You ask.
Eros shakes their head. They've been helping you canvas the place ever since they asked you for help with a serial arsonist targeting gay clubs.
Glancing back towards the bar, you see Kim chatting with a man dressed in ripped jeans and a sleeveless leather jacket. The way he leans into Kim's space and looks up at the Lieutenant through his eyelashes sets your teeth on edge.
“Kim can take care of himself,” you force yourself to say. “Besides, if I went back over so soon he'd just boot me back out here.”
The club’s co-proprietor grabs your shoulders and shakes you a bit. “You don’t understand. I saw the Lieutenant accept a drink from him.”
LOGIC - Kim's not dumb, he wouldn't just drink something a stranger offers him.
SAVOIR FAIRE - Unless he was distracted by the way he wants to ravage the big, hairy, disco-clad man out on the dance floor.
Any further argument that Kim is fine is thrown out the window when you see him stumble against the bar. You immediately shove yourself over to your partner, Eros close on your heels. You place a heavy hand on the drink spiker’s shoulder. You notice he’s holding Kim’s wrists in his hands.
The guy scowls at you and smacks your hand off his shoulder.
“Back off, man. This one's mine,” he says. It makes your face burn in anger that he would refer to Kim like he’s some object to be taken.
You grab his vest and shove him away, using your bulk to block Kim completely from the other man’s view. Eros steps up beside you and crosses their arms.
“Scram, before I punch your face in so hard it'll make your body unidentifiable,” you growl.
The man bares his teeth like an animal, his eyes flicking from you to Eros. After a few tense seconds, he realizes he's in over his head and slinks away. Eros watches to make sure he doesn’t intend on coming back while you grab Kim’s shoulder. The Lieutenant shudders under your hand.
“I think you should get him home,” Eros says. “I’ve seen that guy at other clubs before. He spikes people’s drinks with this fucked up drug that's basically a sexual stimulant on steroids. He uses it to manipulate people into sleeping with him.”
You fight back the guilty feeling of desire that sparks in your gut. Now is not the time.
“Is Kim going to be OK?”
Eros shrugs helplessly. “Probably? I haven't heard of anyone dying because of this guy. I've heard horror stories, though. If left to its own devices, the effects can last for almost 24 hours. They’re rumours, but who knows. Regardless, he's going to have a hell of a time if he doesn't, you know. Get some help with…” They flap their hand, vaguely gesturing to the Lieutenant's entire body.
You're pretty sure you know what Eros is implying, but you have to be sure.
“How does one help?”
They give you a look like you're denser than a block of cheese. “The drug makes the person uncoordinated and unfocused. Stimulation from a partner helps when they can’t do it themselves. It'll move through his system faster.”
You look back down at Kim. He's breathing in heavily through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, trying desperately to hold onto his faculties.
VOLITION - You should bring him to Gottleib. Just because Eros hasn’t heard of any deaths doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - Do not . If Kim didn’t die from an overdose he would die of mortification. There’s absolutely no way you could justify bringing Kim into the precinct while he’s so horny he’s trying not to hump the air.
SAVOIR FAIRE - Bring him home like the gentleman you are.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - And then ravage him until he’s a moaning, writhing mess.
RHETORIC - With how he’s acting already, it probably wouldn’t take you very long.
“Kim? Let's get you home.”
You begin leading him towards the exit, but he weakly pushes you away.
“I'm fine, detective,” he grinds out. “I will get myself home.”
“Are you fucking stupid?” The Lieutenant cringes as basically yell in his face. You have the decency to feel guilty and lower your voice. “You can barely walk. How do you expect to catch the bus and get up to your apartment?”
Instead of answering he tries to straighten and take a few shaky steps. You growl in frustration.
“Don’t make me pull rank on you, Lieutenant.”
Kim's mouth presses into a thin line. He tries to glare at you; tries to scrap together his authority, but his eyes can't stay focused enough for it to have much of an effect.
In a more gentle tone you add, “Please, Kim, let me help you.”
He squints his eyes at you, searching your face. Finally, he relents and leans heavily into your arms. You look back at Eros and shoot them an apologetic look. They nod towards the exit and make a little shoo-ing motion. You hope the suspect you were after decides to lay low tonight.
The two of you stumble out of the night club while you support Kim. The other man has grown quiet, his breath coming out in shallow puffs. Whatever’s in the man's system is doing its best to colour his face despite the fact he can’t normally blush.
No Kineema means having to take public transit home. You miss the machine and its infernal engine as you make your way to the bus stop. Thankfully you don't have to wait too long before it arrives and creaks to a stop.
The driver gives you a raised eyebrow as you basically carry Kim onto the bus. You try to give her your most disarming smile. She doesn’t seem to buy it, but she also doesn’t seem to care enough to say anything. Something bitter worms its way around your gut at the idea that people would think you were taking advantage of someone like that, like you're some sleazy asshole.
Oh, but aren’t you? some deep dark part of you whispers. How many times have you thought about pushing the Lieutenant against the wall and taking what you want? You’re so tired of dancing around each other, but Kim’s godly self-control has prevented you from getting any farther than a few heated kisses.
A quiet noise from the other man draws you from your thoughts. Kim is sitting slumped against the seat where you had dumped him. Every few seconds a wave of tremors passes through his body. You notice Kim shifting in his seat as the shudders pass. Occasionally a soft sound escapes from his lips. Arousal travels straight to your cock when you realize the noises are small moans and the shifting is him subtly rolling his hips into the seat.
It takes all of your self control to keep you from taking Kim on the floor of the bus. You compromise by placing a large hand on his inner thigh. He gasps quietly when you squeeze.
“Sirs, if you fuck in my bus I'm going to drive this thing into the Esperance.”
You jump and pull your hand back like it's been burned. You glance towards the front of the bus to see the driver glowering at you through the rearview.
“Y-yes ma’am,” you stammer, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep them to yourself.
The rest of the ride is excruciating, but eventually you reach Kim's stop and hop out.
You thank whatever Innocence is smiling down on you that none of Kim’s neighbours are out to ask what you're doing. The stairwell and hallways are quiet except for your breaths and the muted sounds of the city at night. You curse Kim for living on the third floor.
Reaching into his pants pocket for his key, he flat out moans when your hand rubs against his thigh. Kim abruptly slaps a hand over his mouth. You take pity on him and don't comment as you unlock the door and carry Kim inside.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, Kim stumbles forward and braces himself against the coffee table.
“Khm, thank you detective,” he says, keeping his back turned. “You can see yourself out.”
You roll your eyes. “C’mon, Kim, at least let me help you to your bed.”
You don't wait for an answer before stepping forward and wrapping an arm around his waist. He stiffens in your hold, but allows you to drag him to his bedroom. You sit him up on the bed. He wavers slightly, his head bowed and his knees pressed tightly together.
“Officer,” he says, using the last of his strength to sound somewhat authoritative.
You're not intimidated.
“Kim.”
The Lieutenant's head snaps up. You can see his eyes behind his glasses, pupils blown wide. You openly stare at him as he squirms under your heated gaze.
“Let me help you with your boots.” Your voice is husky with arousal.
He shakes his head, but he won't look you in the eye. You lower yourself to one knee and gently undo his laces before pulling his boots off.
“Harry, please.” It comes out as more of a plea than a command to leave, and it goes straight to your groin.
You stand abruptly and turn halfway on your heel. Then you hesitate, look back at the Lieutenant, then back towards the exit. Another poorly smothered groan is all it takes for you to give in to your desires.
You kick off your shoes before crowding Kim into the bed. He pushes himself up the mattress in surprise. A hungry grin splits your face. You reach out and grab the back of his neck, pulling him forward to smash your mouth together.
One of Kim's hands flies up to your chest while the other one braces back against the headboard. You lick eagerly into his mouth. He tastes like rum and it's sweeter than any alcohol you’ve thrown down your gullet. Kim eagerly reciprocates your kisses, but you can feel him trying to shift out from under you. As punishment you pull away from his mouth and kiss his jaw instead.
Kim seems to be fighting back every noise that passes his lips. One of his arms is thrown over his eyes while the other one grasps tightly at your shirt. He seems to be pushing you away as much as he’s tugging you forward.
“H-Harrier, you- you should leave,” he chokes out as you nip his neck. His hand covers your mouth.
You growl, finally having enough. You grasp Kim’s hands and use your necktie to bind his wrists together and then to the headboard. The Lieutenant whines, tugging on the restraints.
“Shh, let me take care of you,” you rumble as you stroke his cheek with your thumb.
The Lieutenant stares back at you with wide eyes. You can tell he’s still unsure, but he can’t control his body enough to stop it from trembling with anticipation. His hips jerk off the mattress every so often, desperately seeking friction.
“Do you trust me?” you ask.
Kim bites his lip. He nods stiffly after a few seconds. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You’re not sure you could stop yourself even if he said no.
VOLITION - This isn’t completely consensual. Kim is under the influence and you’re taking advantage of him.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You’re helping him. Besides, he’s wanted to fuck us for just as long as you’ve wanted to fuck him. He’ll thank you once that drug’s out of his system and you’ve got him soft and pliable.
You waste no time in shucking his shirt up and trailing hot kisses down his chest. You pay special reverence to the thin scars under each nipple. You can feel his breath catch at your administrations. You want him to know how special he is to you.
INLAND EMPIRE - His body is an altar to your love.
AUTHORITY - Worship it.
DRAMA - Express your devotion like the faithful disciple you are.
You meticulously lick and nip your way over his chest and down his stomach. He squirms as you reach the waistline of his pants. You grin, enjoying the way his hips fight against you holding them down. You nuzzle into his crotch and are delighted to feel the denim of his black jeans slightly damp.
“Holy shit,” you breathe, looking up at his face in awe. “You’re so fucking wet right now.”
“Fuck- Harry-” is all he manages to get out before another wave of arousal hits him and leaves him a shuddering, wordless mess.
You waste little time in unbuckling his belt and pulling off the tight pants. Your mouth waters at the sight of the large wet spot on his boxer briefs.
“Fucking hell, Kim. I need to taste you.”
You don’t even wait for his breathy ‘yes’ before you’re pulling down his underwear and licking into his soft folds. The Lieutenant keens .
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You just scored yourself a new addiction, baby. Your new purpose in life is to hear him make that sound as much as possible.
He struggles between trying to move away and pushing back into your mouth. You experiment with different strokes, occasionally passing over the head of his cock or dipping deeper into his cunt. Your moustache and chin are quickly covered in his fluids.
Kim had briefly discussed his anatomy with you, mostly to inform you about trans-gender people and the fact that they exist. You tried to be as respectful as you could, and kept your most explicit questions to yourself. You’ve never been intimate with a trans man before (that you can recall), so you pay special attention to Kim’s reactions. The drug seems to make it hard for him to speak actual words. He may be unbearably horny right now, but you still want him to enjoy it.
VOLITION - Can he really enjoy something that he was ultimately forced into?
AUTHORITY - Shut up and focus on making him feel good.
VOLITION - Or maybe we should stop before Kim hates us for taking advantage of him?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Fuck off, I got this covered.
VOLITION - …
Ignoring the voices, you take Kim’s dick into your mouth and are pleased when he bucks up. His sensitivity is through the roof, and soon he’s shifting out of your grasp. Irritated a bit by his squirming, you wrap your arms under his thighs and hold him tightly. His legs wrap themselves over your shoulders and his pants that are scrunched up near his ankles keep you trapped.
You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
“Harry- I’m close!” Kim gasps and you pull away abruptly.
He whines, chasing after the stimulation and rolling his hips. Some part of you enjoys watching him suffer. You’re curious how many times you can take him to the edge before he tips over on his own. You continue your administrations then pull away when you feel him tense again. Kim swears in frustration.
“Harry, please !” His begging is music to your ears, and you can do little except give into his wishes.
The noises you both make are obscene, and you can’t get enough. You take his dick back in your mouth, using the flat of your tongue to rub against it while gently sucking. With his hands tied, there’s nothing stopping him from crying your name as he comes.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Keep going. Take him apart.
You tighten you grip on his thighs, keeping him in place as you dutifully alternate between licking and sucking. As the peak of Kim’s orgasm fades, his thighs continue to shake. His back arches off the bed at the overstimulation.
He almost sobs in relief as you finally pull away. You watch him in satisfaction as his chest heaves and his eyes slowly refocus.
“I want to make you feel so good, Kim,” you whine, drunk on his arousal. “Was that OK? Do you want me to keep going?”
EMPATHY - He’s exhausted, but he’s far from satisfied thanks to the drug.
“Yes… more,” he says hoarsely.
The sound of his ruined voice makes you moan. You pull away long enough to fully remove his pants and underwear. They’re thrown into some corner that you’re sure Kim will scold you about once he’s aware enough to realize.
When you’re situated back between his legs, you trail a hand down through his dark pubic hair. He watches your hand with blown eyes as it travels lower until you curiously drag your thumb over the head of his cock. He bucks up into your hand. You rub his folds with your fingers before dipping inside him. His breath hitches again.
“Let me finger you.” It was supposed to be a question, but your voice is rough and it comes out as more of a demand.
You can see him fight against his instinct to remain tense. Kim lets out a shaky breath and nods. You slowly begin to push one finger in deeper. His head falls back on the pillow and he stares up at the ceiling.
The drug appears to stimulate his blood flow, so there's no lack of lubricant dripping from him. It is gloriously smooth as you pump your finger into him a few times before adding a second one. Above you, Kim lets out a shuddering breath.
EMPATHY - He’s not sold on penetration, you’ll have to add something to sweeten the deal.
You slick your other hand in his fluids and begin rubbing gentle circles on his dick. Kim moans.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Told you.
After a few more pumps, you curl your fingers inside him and he keens again. He begins to push down on your fingers.
“Harry, yes ,” he whines.
“Come on, Kim, give me another one,” you rumble, chasing after that spot inside of him.
Your encouragement is all he needs before his body is shaking with another orgasm. His heels dig into the mattress and he clenches your fingers as you continue to rub him.
“That’s it. Good boy.”
His hips buck weakly at your praise.
After a few more clenches, you take pity on him and withdraw your hands. Despite his overstimulation, he whines at the loss of contact. You kiss a trail up his body before meeting his lips. He groans into your mouth as you run your hands down his sides. You take a minute to rut against his thigh, your erection pressing insistently against the crotch of your pants.
As much as you want to take care of yourself, you have enough self-awareness to realize getting yourself off while he’s like this would cross a line you wouldn’t be able to justify. Right now, it’s all about Kim.
You kiss his jaw and suck red marks into his neck and collarbone. Your care seems to have made him excited again. The smooth glide of his thighs rubbing together makes your mouth water. He’s so out of it at this point he’s not even focused on you anymore.
CONCEPTUALIZATION - If you wanted to, you could watch Kim get himself off with just the friction of your pants.
SAVOIR FAIRE - You're not that selfish of a lover.
You run a hand through his hair and turn his head to look at you. Kim blinks blearily, his eyes barely focusing.
“Kim,” you say. His name seems to rouse him from the haze a bit. “Can you come for me one more time? I think the drug is almost through your system.”
“Harry…”
PERCEPTION (HEARING) - He’s said your name a lot since you started, like it’s the only thing he can remember.
INLAND EMPIRE - It sounds like a prayer coming from his lips.
“Just one more. You’re doing so well, Lieutenant.” Using his title seems to do it. He moans and jerks his hips, which is all the permission you need to move your hand back to his crotch.
You scoop some of his slick and begin to massage his cock.
“Fuck, Kim, you’re still so wet. Are you enjoying letting me have full control? Is this what you’ve wanted all along?”
He doesn’t answer you, but he grinds up against your hand. His breath is hot against your face. You kiss him and swallow all of his delicious noises.
You can feel him getting close. You shift down his body and move your hand to slide your fingers back inside him as you kiss his thighs.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, Kim,” you say. “Can you do that for me?”
The Lieutenant’s eyes are scrunched shut, but he nods vigorously.
“Good.”
You take him in your mouth and rub your fingers against the sensitive spot inside him. It doesn’t take long before he comes a final time. It’s not as dramatic as the first few, but his whole body stiffens and he does let out a low moan before he goes completely limp. You hum, pleased with yourself, as you withdraw.
You collapse onto the bed beside him, but not before untying his wrists. You gently lower his arms and rub at the red marks.
You’re uncomfortably hard, but you do your best to ignore it. You watch Kim’s face closely, looking for any sign that the drug is still in effect.
Kim is still and his breath is already starting to even out. Even his ears and neck don't look as flushed. It takes him a couple minutes for his eyes to focus on you.
“Harry…”
You take his hand and kiss the knuckles. “It’s OK, Kim. You’re safe.”
His eyes slip shut after hearing your words and he promptly passes out. You watch him for a few minutes before dragging yourself out of bed. You wet a cloth with warm water and you do your best to clean the mess without jostling him too much. Fortunately, he’s exhausted enough to sleep through it all.
When you're done, you tuck him in and close the door, leaving it open a crack so you can listen for any noises from the living room.
The couch is lumpy and uninviting, but you lie down and throw the small blanket over your bulky body. It doesn’t take long before you’re desperately stroking yourself, biting the Kim-scented blanket to muffle your moans and wishing it was the soft flesh of his shoulder instead. You don’t last long. It takes you significantly longer to fall asleep, trying and failing to feel guilty about what you did tonight.
~~~
You wake to the sound of Kim’s shower and the water pipes groaning in protest. You don’t bother trying to go back to sleep. You know you should probably leave, but instead you shuffle into the kitchen and make some coffee.
It takes a long time for Kim to finish his shower. You’re sure the hot water has run out by the time he emerges. He keeps his head down as he walks quickly to his bedroom. You’ve almost convinced yourself to leave when Kim emerges into the tiny kitchen. He pours coffee into the mug you got out for him and sits across from you at the table.
Kim’s face is carefully neutral. You can’t tell what he’s thinking at all and it scares you.
VOLITION - Grovel and hope he forgives you.
“I’m sorry, Kim,” you blurt out. “I took advantage of you last night. That was wrong of me. I know you like me, but I shouldn’t have used that as a reason to justify my actions.”
The Lieutenant doesn’t look at you when he says, “It’s fine, Harry.”
EMPATHY - It’s not fine , but the Lieutenant has accepted that it happened. He’s thankful that it was you that helped him and that he didn't end up sexually assaulted by a stranger in a nightclub bathroom.
“Your help last night was appreciated. You’re very… thorough.”
You don’t preen, but it’s a near thing.
“Does that mean we can do it again?”
Kim frowns and draws into himself, and you immediately feel guilty again.
“Sorry, I don’t mean the whole roofied part. That was terrible. I- you weren’t terrible, but that must’ve been terrible for you.”
Kim shrugs. “I was not wholly in control of all my senses, but from what I can remember there were parts I definitely enjoyed.”
EMPATHY - Part of him is relieved that he was forced to let go of his self-control. It was terrifying, yet exhilarating being fully at the mercy of someone else.
“Perhaps, I would be open to your services again,” he says airily, dark eyes finally meeting your own.
You take a scalding sip of your coffee to hide the groan about to escape your throat.
“First we have an arsonist to catch.” Kim sighs. “I suppose Eros will want us back at their club tonight.”
“Make sure not to get too distracted by me again,” you said, winking.
The Lieutenant gives you an unamused glare. You smile and stand to clean your mug. As you pass by Kim, you lean down and breathe into his ear.
“Don’t worry, Lieutenant, I will always be here to take care of you.”
Kim shivers and you grin triumphantly as you continue towards the sink.