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It had been one of those long days where Will can literally see the life draining out of Mike’s eyes. The interrogation seemed to go on forever, Mike and Steve switching off every hour or so to work down the victim, but nothing was making him crack.
Will watched from behind the glass as Mike tried a different tactic. They had switched from verbal tactics to physical ones about an hour ago, and Will knows Mike hates torturing people just to get information, but it’s part of the job whether Mike wants to partake or not.
If he wasn’t the one with the knife, Mike would be behind the glass with Will having to watch it all go down, and that’s a level of control he isn’t willing to give up. At least when he’s in the room, Mike can inflict as little damage as possible while causing the most pain–it makes people break faster without dire consequences.
Will can’t say that Steve would do the same. He’s more of an “act now, think about the consequences later” type of guy.
The way Mike thinks everything through is one of the reasons Will fell in love with him.
The door of the interrogation room slams open, and Will realizes he hadn’t been paying attention for the last twenty minutes. Mike comes out looking ragged, the dark circles under his eyes undeniable and his once steady hands are now shaking. His hands are covered in fresh blood, and Will can see a dusting of copper on Mike’s brow where he must have wiped off some sweat earlier.
“I’m done,” Mike states to no one in particular.
“You didn’t get all of the information we needed,” Steve counters.
Mike shakes his head, “I’m done. You can get it out of him now.”
Steve tries to argue, “You were so close though. I’m sure if you go back in right now, he’ll give up easily.”
Will interjects, “Steve, he said he’s done.”
Mike doesn’t quit without a reason. Either the victim is no longer responding to Mike’s strategy, or Mike is about to have a breakdown, and the interrogator isn’t the one who needs to be breaking. It wouldn’t be a good look.
Steve assesses Will, seemingly searching for something behind his eyes, and when he finds it, he slowly nods his head.
“Alright, I guess you know him better than I do,” Steve admits, “I’ll get what we need out of him, don’t worry.”
Steve goes into the interrogation room, leaving Mike and Will alone. Mike’s breathing is stuttering, like he’s about to have a panic attack.
He begins, “I couldn’t do it anymore.”
“That’s okay,” Will reassures him, “Let’s get out of here before Steve starts making him scream.”
Will guides Mike out of the room, and gestures towards the bathroom on the way out, “Want to stop before we leave?”
“No, I’m good,” Mike replies quietly, eyes downcast.
That gives Will pause, and he stops walking, “You’ve been in and out of that room for nine hours now. I saw how much you drank. You should have to go by now.”
Mike stops to look back at him, and Will thinks he sees pink dusting his cheeks before he says, “I know. I do.”
Oh.
The early exit from the interrogation clicks in Will’s head and he nods in understanding. Mike starts walking again as Will’s brain races to catch up to the situation, and Will jogs to keep up with him.
Not only was the interrogation getting to Mike emotionally, but Mike couldn’t continue because he couldn’t physically make it much longer. Will’s heart races at the thought, and he fumbles with the car keys, and almost drops them as he gets the doors unlocked.
Mike slides into the passenger seat, and instructs, “Will, you’re going to want to drive fast.”
Will breathes out, “Okay.”
Will tries to focus on the road, but his eyes are drawn to Mike’s every movement. It also doesn’t help that his blood is travelling to other places besides his brain right now either. Every hitch of breath Mike makes sends a pulse of blood through Will’s cock, and he grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white.
“You okay over there?” Mike asks, as if he isn’t the one who is about to piss himself in the passenger seat.
“I’m fine,” Will says, voice tight, “We’re almost there.”
“I know,” Mike laughs a little, hissing at the feeling in his bladder before adding, “It’s not that serious yet.”
“How serious is it?”
Mike thinks for a moment, “You definitely won’t be able to fuck me. I’ll lose it immediately.”
Will takes that in, and a plan begins to form as he pulls into the parking garage. As soon as the ignition shuts off, the rush to the apartment begins, all blurring together in Will’s mind.
He knows what Mike needs. He’s been so stressed out lately that even Will’s attempts to help him hadn’t made a dent in the boy’s worry, but maybe what Mike needed wasn’t more help. Maybe Will had been going about this all wrong, and now Mike was guiding him towards the answer.
Mike was good at that–controlling the situation while also simultaneously handing himself over to Will. It was one of the hottest things Will has ever experienced. It shows the amount of trust Mike has in him, to tell him what he wants Will to do to him.
Not everyone can do that for fear their ideas would be shot down, but not Mike. Will takes his ideas and runs fast.
Inside the apartment, Will moves fast.
“On your knees,” Will commands, and Mike drops immediately, looking up at him with tired, worn out doe eyes.
Will grabs him by the chin, and continues talking slowly, “Here are the rules: You’re only allowed to have release after you make me cum. You must keep your hands on my thighs the entire time.”
Will had learned after the last time they experimented like this that the type of release Mike wants from this game they play isn’t orgasmic. It’s emotional–it’s knowing he pushed himself to the edge, and Will pushed him past his limits that gets Mike off.
Mike nods in response to his instruction, and unzips Will’s pants. Will tries not to hold his breath as Mike gently takes his dick out. His mouth drops open and his tongue lolls out. Will knows Mike is teasing him, looking up at him as he gives the head of his dick tiny licks, but it still sends shivers up his spine. The amount of power Mike has over him at this moment is astronomical–Will would let Mike break all the rules if it meant Will could make him happy.
Will sighs as Mike takes him in his mouth fully, and begins sucking. He laces his hands through Mike’s hair, and watches as his pupils seem to overtake the brown in his eyes as Will gives his hair a gentle tug. Mike hums around his cock, and Will moans in response.
Mike is gripping his thighs, trying his best to not let his hands move to where he needs it the most. His bladder feels like a rock inside his stomach, and Mike swears there’s piss sitting right at the tip of his dick. One wrong move, and he was going to lose it. A prickle of fear runs through him, causing his cock to jump in his jeans.
He loves the way Will looks like this, and Mike loves having his dick in his mouth. He loves watching Will’s vein throb in his neck from this angle, and the way Will can’t help but tug on his hair when Mike’s tongue feels especially good against the head of his cock. It gives Mike such a power trip that he can make Will cum easily when he’s on his knees, and he likes that it makes him feel smaller than Will.
Mike’s bladder spasms, the muscle squeezing down so hard he begins to link, and his hands try to fly off of Will’s thighs to stop the leak.
Mike gasps around Will’s cock, and Will’s hands fly out, grabbing his hands. Mike whines as he latches his lips back around Will, and Will guides his hands back to his thighs. Mike is still leaking, thighs shaking as he tries to clamp his legs closed. Will is standing, and at this angle, Mike has to keep his torso straight to keep sucking Will off if he wants him to cum, but everything in him wants to double over, and hold onto his dick with a death grip.
“You’re okay,” Will coos from above, running his hand gently through Mike’s hair, “Keep going.”
Mike feels the wetness on his cheeks as he follows Will’s instructions, not registering that he’s crying until Will wipes away a tear gently.
Mike recalls a conversation they had had a few days before where Will had asked if Mike felt he was too forceful when they played like this.
Mike had replied, “You can be more forceful if you want. I like when you guide me.”
Will feels Mike get back to work as well as how hard Mike is gripping his thighs, and knows Mike is beginning to lose it. Mike’s entire body shakes with the effort of holding back, but his body is winning the fight.
Mike clenches hard, trying to stop the flow. He’s able to get it down to a trickle, but he’s trembling with the effort, and knows he won’t be able to stop the flow completely. Mike has already lost the battle, and it makes him want to sob. It’s not that he’s particularly humiliated, he just wanted to follow Will’s instructions.
“Your tongue feels so good, honeycup,” Will’s voice breaks through Mike’s thoughts, and Mike blushes as he makes eye contact with Will.
Will is watching Mike, with eyes dark with lust, and Mike whimpers around his dick as he buries his nose in his groin. Mike’s hips twitch as Will throws his head back, moaning at the feeling of hitting the back of Mike’s throat. Mike purposefully swallows around the head of Will’s dick, and feels Will’s hips stutter forward.
Mike breaks the rules then, removing his hands from Will’s thighs and circling them around to Will’s ass. He kneads at the flesh there, nudging Will forward.
Will’s gaze whips down to Mike, and he asks, “Are you sure?”
Mike pulls off so only Will’s head is in his mouth, and he nods his head. He wants nothing more than for Will to fuck his mouth while he pisses himself on the floor.
“You’re too much,” Will comments even as he slides his hand to cup the back of Mike’s head so he can’t run away from Will no matter how much he tries, and begins to slowly fuck his cock into Mike’s mouth.
Mike lets his mouth slacken, and lets his eyes fall closed. He feels his bladder spasm again, but there’s nowhere for him to go. He can’t double over because of Will’s grip on his hair, and honestly, Mike doesn’t want to stop himself from losing it anymore. The release would feel too good to stop, but of course, Will’s voice snaps him out of his reverie.
“If you piss yourself now, I’ll stop fucking your face.”
Mike’s eyes fly open, and he whines around a mouthful of Will’s cock. He doesn’t think he can physically stop himself. Mike clenches down hard, and the flow slows down again, but it doesn’t stop.
Will seems to realize his problem, “You can use my foot.”
Mike blushes furiously, but takes him up on the offer. He had been trying not to get Will wet, but it seems Will doesn’t mind it when Mike is the one messing him up. He grinds down on Will’s foot, and the pressure seems to help a little bit, and Mike finally manages to stop, even if momentarily.
Everything he’d been leaking out over the last few minutes hadn’t helped at all. Mike feels like he’s so full that it’s in his lungs, and he can’t take a full breath in between his bladder and the cock in his throat.
He’s not used to being at the mercy of someone else, but Mike would be at Will’s mercy every day if Will would let him.
When Will sees that Mike has composed himself, he begins fucking Mike’s throat in ernest. He really wants to cum down Mike’s throat, but he has to abide by the rules that he gave Mike, otherwise, there would be no point to all of this. So, he keeps his eyes open while he fucks Mike’s throat, even as he feels his orgasm approaching, just to make sure Mike hasn’t lost it yet.
Mike feels his bladder squeeze down, and knows he won’t be able to stop it this time. He screws his eyes shut as he grinds himself down on Will’s foot. He can tell Will is close, and he just needs to last for another minute or two.
But Mike’s bladder has other ideas, and Mike cries out around Will’s cock. Mike can only describe the way he loses it as a trickle, his sphincter clenched so tightly he can barely feel relief as he feels like he’s exploding. The vibration from Mike’s voice around Will’s head is what does him in, and he feels his groin tightening, and Will grips Mike’s hair tight as his orgasm racks his body. He continues to fuck Mike’s face hard, his eyes falling shut as he chases his pleasure.
The fact that Mike is slowly losing it beneath him, unable to follow simple instructions, and instead following his most primal desires to release everything that he’s been holding inside him for the entire day only succeeded in tipping Will over the edge.
Will comes back to his senses, loosening his grip on Mike’s hair as he opens his eyes. His foot is wet, and Mike is gripping his thighs, sniffling as tears run down his cheeks.
Will knows he’s not embarrassed or hurt, but he checks in with Mike anyway, “You doing okay?”
“Yeah,” Mike nods, “That felt good.”
“I bet it did, sweetheart,” Will helps Mike to his feet, and he looks like a baby deer learning how to walk, “How about I draw you a bath and you can clean up?”
“That sounds good,” Mike responds, voice tired as he leans into Will.
Will supports most of Mike’s weight as he leads him down the hall, and Will turns on the faucet, plugging the drain before turning to Mike. He helps strip Mike of his clothes, and sits him down on the edge of the tub.
“Do you want to talk about what led to this?” Will asks, gesturing between them.
“I don’t know,” Mike starts, reaching out to grab onto Will’s hand, “I’ve just been so stressed, and then today, that man was talking shit to me. Thought he knew more about me than he should have, and it hit a nerve.”
Will nods, squeezing Mike’s hand, “So, you decided you were going to hold your piss?”
Mike laughs, “Fuck you.”
“We may need to work on your coping skills,” Will teases him, “But I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to share everything with me.”
Mike gives him a small smile, “I’m glad you let me share everything with you too.”
Will checks the water temperature with a hand, and says, “It’s warm enough. What kind of food do you want me to order?”
Mike’s answer is immediate, “Chinese.”
Will can’t help but smile at Mike’s excitement, and he responds, “Cool. I’ll pick out a movie as well.”
“Hell yeah,” Mike whispers as he sinks into the water, resting his head on the back of the tub and letting his eyelids flutter close, “I needed this.”
“I know,” Will whispers, running a hand through his hair before standing up.
Will closes the door gently behind him, and gets to work cleaning up the floor in the kitchen, and ordering food. He would be Mike’s stress relief any day, and Will can’t say it doesn’t benefit him as well. Their relationship is symbiotic, a push and pull of stealing love from each other, and giving it away freely.
Will thinks that if they were normal men, if they had normal lives, they would not have gravitated towards one another, but they weren’t normal and they didn’t have normal lives. They sparred, tortured, and killed for a living, just a chance to stay alive in this world, and because of that shared history, they deserve each other. Will thinks that the way they love each other is just right, given the nature of their lives. And he knows Mike feels the same, has said as much, over and over again when Will thinks he may have gone too far.
Mike pads out to the living room, wrapped in nothing but a towel, and settles onto the couch. Will grabs a throw blanket from the basket, and wraps Mike up in it, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
In a world where everything was designed to make them find hate everywhere, that was designed to force them to steal every scrap of love they could from each other, Mike and Will managed to fall in love with each other, and learned how to give and take freely.
The doorbell rings, and Will goes to answer it.
Mike calls out a soft, “I love you.”
Will responds gently before he opens the door, “I love you too.”
And they mean it.