Seed of the Crime - Group RP - 18+

[ravenwyck]

Eric leaned back in the large plush chair as he finished disconnecting the last of the wires from James. "Everything seems to be operating at optimum levels. We'll check your diagnostics again in the morning. Where is Carson with that food?" The headache had finally faded, but he was hungry again and there was still a lot of 'other' work that needed to be finished before bed.

 

"Jacob is currently in the guest room you arranged for him, organizing his notes from today's endeavors." Eric frowned. He'd never heard James refer to Carson as anything other than Mr. Carson. It was also odd that Carson had not returned with food as he had requested. It had always been their habit to share their observations and conclusions over a meal after a long day of working on upgrading James' systems. Certainly, he'd been caught off guard by James' little surprise. But Eric was fair enough to admit that Carson HAD tried to warn him. He didn't have a reputation as an angry or violent man. He rarely even held a grudge. James interrupted his puzzled thoughts. "Jacob and I thought you might feel more comfortable if we handled the last part of the tests alone."

 

Eric's eyebrow rose in question and he frowned again. He wracked his brain for what he may have missed. It had been a draining day and it was possible, if not likely, that he had missed something. Going over the list he couldn't think of a single thing he'd forgotten to do. He looked James over, as if it might help him remember. It seemed strange, but it already felt natural to see his old companion in a 'human' body. Despite Eric's previous ideas on the matter, James looked natural in the new body he had chosen. He still thought the maid outfit was a bit much, but like the body, it did have a certain charm he hadn't anticipated. "So, what tests did you and 'Jacob' feel I would handle better alone?" He asked, giving up.

 

James blushed. Blushed! Carson really had accomplished more with the body design than Eric himself could have ever even thought of. It was Eric's turn to blush when the butler climbed unexpectedly into his lap. The smaller man pushed Eric deeper into the chair using his own body. Knees on each side of Eric's legs, hands on his chest, James' voice was a small whisper as his green eyes bored into Eric's brown ones. "I have many new functions, Sir. Shouldn't they all be tested? Isn't that the proper way?" His lips turned up at the edges as he rubbed himself into the larger man's lap. Eric's mouth went dry as he felt a twitch against the outside of his suddenly too tight pants, but the only thought he could manage was to wonder when James had learned to smirk.

 

"I-it... well..." Eric flailed about for the right thing to say. He had always insisted on meticulous planning, testing, and calibration. How could he explain to a robot, who's major cultural influences had been one socially inept genius' Hentai collection, that taking advantage of his butler's body was the farthest thing from proper he could think of. Well, besides maybe jacking off at crime scenes. Eric sighed. This was still Carson's fault, but if things continued this way, he was going to have to stop referring to him as a pervert. He was starting to feel like a hypocrite.

 

He still hadn't removed James from his lap, but Eric had been trying to convince his butler they couldn't do, well, 'it' for 15 minutes when the door suddenly banged open and a desperate looking and nearly teary-eyed Carson practically fell into the room. Eric jumped like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar and his fingers flew to hide the bits of chest James had managed to stealthily expose while they had argued. James sighed wearily. "I told you he wouldn't do it, Jacob" he complained over his shoulder.

 

"But he has too! We agreed! It has to be him!" Carson whined to James before making eye contact with Eric. "It has to be you!"

 

Eric growled, but squeezed his butler tighter to himself. He was tired, and confused, and sexually frustrated and someone had better start speaking clearly soon. "Someone is going to explain to me what is going on here, now. James, just what did you and 'Jacob' agree?" His voice was tight and low as he emphasized Carson's first name, anger simmered in his tone.

 

Carson stared at his shoes as he backed towards the door. Eric's glare froze him in place before turning back to James. James had a gravely serious expression as he mumbled out his response. "Jacob and I have been calibrating my new body. But there are still some things that need to be done." The word oozed with suggestion.

 

Eric had felt this might be coming. It had seemed like a fine idea and a natural progression in James' evolution. So he was surprised at the ache in his chest as he swallowed around the lump in his throat when the truth was finally made plain about Carson and James. "What does this have to why you are in my lap?" He managed after a moment.

 

James pointed in Carson's direction, as the poor man tried to make himself small and invisible. "He wont do it. We've done other stuff. But not, all the way. He says he has never done it before. You're my creator. You promised you would always take responsibility. I want you to be the first one to have me. Jacob agrees it should be this way." In the corner, a nervous looking Jacob nodded. The butler drooped and his lip quivered as a thought occurred to him. "Is it because you don't like my new body? I-I'm sorry. You should have said. We can make a new one. One you will like. I thought you preferred men, but I can be a girl. Whatever you want. It's okay if its for you. Please...Eric." Hearing his name from James for the first time sent shivers through his body and Eric crushed the smaller man against his chest, he wasn't going to win this argument and he wasn't even sure why he had been trying.

[Lady.Taser]

Al kissed the offered cheek happily, while Jean's hunches weren't always the perp they always lead them to the right guy. He slid his hand down Jean's side, fingers creeping under the waistband of his trousers. Even in his sleep deprived state he longed for Jean's warmth and they should have at least one more night before there was another heist if previous patterns were anything to go by. He pulled Jean towards him, both arms encirling the others waist and whispering close to his ear.

 

"Well we can start at the top of that list and work down in the morning. All we need to say is we are checking their security as they might be next. Right now though I want to be back in our bed." Al paused delivering a small bite to an exposed part of the red heads neck. "where we were when the phone call came. Afterall the guy shouldn't strike again till tomorrow night at the earliest so till then i want to feel you in me and then curl up with you and sleep." A lazy smile sat on his lips, he knew there would be a bit of an argument and neither would win, but they had a remedy to that.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean smiled to himself as Al bit his neck; the sensation of teeth grazing his skin sending tingling shivers down his body and he instinctively pushed his arse against Al's crotch. "Mmmmm," he made deep rumbling sound in the back of his throat, "You have all the good ideas baby" he said huskily, thinking that yes, it would be a rather good idea to end up in a proper bed once more. He didn't bother trying to correct Al, he was too tired to argue with him right at that moment, but when the two of them got home, and naked, then he knew that it would begin again in earnest. He tilted his head back for a proper kiss, leaning into the warm body behind him.

[ravenwyck]

Blue hair fell away to reveal emerald eyes as Eric lifted James' chin with his hand. The partially unbuttoned dress slipped sideways exposing more of the delicate neck and collarbone beneath. Eric traced the pad of his thumb down that pale throat and was rewarded with a soft intake of breath as James' lips parted. He was still wondering if he was really going to do this as his mouth lowered to James' in a kiss.

The butler's arms were suddenly surrounding him, his tongue questing eagerly for Eric's own. Long fingers caressed white stocking clad legs before slipping beneath the lace trimmed skirt to skim along naked thighs. James' cock twitched against Eric's growing erection and he tugged the taller man down into a deeper kiss. Eric growled low in his throat as his hands slipped around to grip his partner's small tight ass and pull him flush against him at the hip. James ground himself against Eric's lap as the larger man trailed kisses down his neck. James' softly panting breathes puffed against his ear sending shivers of pleasure through through Eric's body.

Eric wanted James naked, and under him, and on a bed, now. "Wrap yourself around me," he grunted. The petite butler's body was denser than it looked, but moments later he was striding towards the adjoining door to his own room until James' tug to his tie d him to pause. Following James' line of sight, Eric noticed a very quiet Carson in the corner, not exactly staring. For a few minutes he'd forgotten the man was even there. James' didn't speak, but with a sigh Eric walked over to one of the computer consoles along the wall. James' gave Eric a beaming smile before pulling him into another greedy kiss as a picture appeared on the wall mounted monitor after a few moments of typing.

 

Carson looked up as the door to the master bedroom closed loudly behind the pair. He watched on the monitor as Weston carried his lover across the room, depositing him on the large antique bed. The picture zoomed in until only the bed was in the frame and Carson blushed at James' thoughtfulness and quietly murmured words of endearment to the empty room around him.

 

Eric practically shook with arousal as he crouched between his butlers spread legs. He waited patiently as James undressed him. The smaller mans hands sent trails of fire coursing through his veins as they caressed the finely toned muscle usually hidden beneath his suit. The skirt had bunched at James' hips and Eric watched his cock strain at the white briefs beneath. He pressed hot kisses to the inside of Jame's thighs as he pulled the stockings off one by one. Shifting, Eric lapped at James' small pink nipples as he finished opening the buttons of the maid dress. His other hand found its way into the briefs, gliding across his partners hard length, wet with arousal, to tease the puckered hole behind.

James moaned hungrily and bucked against the teasing finger. An answering grunt sounded from Eric as his finger slid into the hot, tight ass. He pulled out long enough to get rid of the now troublesome dress and underwear. Two fingers returned to the small bud, nudging them inside as he admired the naked man beneath him. He wasn't sure what to expect, but massaging the inside walls, he found the sensitive bundle of 'nerves' he had hoped for. His reward; James' sweet gasping voice. "Please Sir...close..don't wanna..til you...inside me." His throat went dry at the realization that the beautiful and incredibly responsive man wiggling against him was already so close to the edge. He'd wanted to draw it out more, he thought, as he pressed himself between James' spread thighs, their cocks rubbed against each other in his hand as he captured James' mouth before sliding down past his balls to rest at his sensitive hole. Eric was flush against his ass in one slow motion, he grunted as the grasping tightness seemed to try to suck him further in. Deceptively strong legs wrapped around him as James' arched his hips to help impale himself on Eric's cock. Eric wrapped a fist around the man twitching erection as he set a rough and impatient pace. There was no control left in him, only heat, and pleasure and need. He could feel the deep tingling pressure build, James' own desperate cries pushing him too far, too fast. Eric's body shuddered as the sudden squeezing grip and hot wet splash against his hand shoved him over the edge into the sweet oblivion of orgasm.

Eric snuggled his butler in his arms as his breathing returned to normal before finally pulling out. Their cocks brushed together with his movements and they both gasped at the sensation. Eric grinned before greedily taking James' mouth in another searing kiss, his fingers flicking across an already pebbled nipple. They were both still hard and Eric knew it would be a blissfully long night.

[Lady.Taser]

Taking Jean's lips in a warm kiss he grinned and whispered two words 'Home time'. The grin still covering his face he quickly locked away all the files they had for the case so far and grabbed his bag before catching Jean's wrist and pulling him out of the room. Locking the door to the room, which was basically their unofficial office he turned to find the chief looking at them as though they were made to leave right now, when the perp was likely to strike at night. "We're heading off, he won't hit anywhere tonight, too soon." With that he tugged on Jean's wrist and got them back home as quickly as possible.

 

Al's grin was almost predatory as he pushed Jean through the door of their house he pushed the red head up against a wall, hungrily searching for his mouth before the door had even finished shutting. Quickly kicking off his shoes he pushed away with a small smile on his face. He moved slowly towards the bedroom, removing his suit with slow deliberate actions and dropping each piece by his feet as he did so. "So Darlin'.... as normal neither of us are likely to cave and we are in the middle of the bet... So for tonight how about we get out some of our favourite toys..." As he finished the sentence he leaned against the door frame to the bedroom, fully naked with his cock standing to full attention.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean grinned, he loved it when Al "took charge" of things, it was a shame that taking charge didn't extend to... other things. He followed Al down the hallway, mirroring his actions, taking off his own clothes as he went, til the both of them were standing naked. His cock jumped at the mention of toys, his arse already twitching in response. His mouth went dry at the sight of his lover, nonchalantly leaning against the door in all his naked glory. "Mon dieu" he breathed, sweeping his lover up into his arms, his lips hungrily searching as he backed them both towards the bed. Last night he was on the receiving end, so tonight he was going to make up for that...

 

He traced hot wet kisses down the side of Al's neck, his teeth grazing against the collar bone before continuing southward. His tongue flicking out to brush against a puckered nipple before sweeping it up into his mouth and sucking on it hard, his fingertips searching for it's partner, his thumb rubbing over it until it had stiffened enough for him to pinch. His teeth nipped at the bud inside his mouth, before he swapped sides and continued, lavishing attention on the other nipple. He was doing his best to ignore the moans and writhing beneath him, his own cock was aching to the point of being painful, reminding him that he never actually got to finish the night before...

 

When both nubs were standing at attention, he continued with his hot, wet kisses, down over Al's taut stomach, the tip of Al's cock leaving a wet smear as his cheek brushed against it. He paused long enough to look at Al, his eyes smouldering, as his thumb dragged along his cheek to collect the precum and deliberately licked it off. He licked his lips like a cat, before dipping his head to take Al's cock inside his mouth.His tongue traced the pattern of the veins on the underside, slowly working it's way up the shaft before flicking over the head, the tip of his tongue sinking into the slit to lap up more the precum that was building.

 

His head bobbed down once more, building up into a steady rhythm, as he palmed the heavy sac beneath, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the puckered hole that throbbed and twitched. Whilst Jean could never bring himself to stick his fingers in, he knew that just lightly touching it was enough for the both of them...

[ravenwyck]

It was sometime later when a freshly showered Eric in well worn red pajama pants carried a clean, towel-wrapped, but 'lifeless' body gently back to James' room as soft humming song drifted from the mansion's intercoms. A quick glance toward the computer showed him that James' had turned off the feed at some point. Turning it on had somehow seemed like the right thing to do at the time and he chose not to examine the impulse for now. Carson was already at the docking station, setting up the recharge protocols. The smile on his face made him seem boyish as he hummed along as well. Eric didn't recognize the tune, but he had an urge to find out. Carson went to the closet and returned with a warm-looking blue robe and together the two carefully worked it onto the butler's shell.

 

"We're going to have to work on the power usage." Eric said conversationally as they hooked James' body up to the charger. "I can't see reducing the functionality." A grin turned up the edges of his mouth and lit up his eyes as he thought of James' sensitive and incredibly responsive new body. "We'll have to work on increasing the power storage reserves. I have a few ideas on that. I'll have some schematics for you to look at tomorrow. We can discuss the best options later."

 

"We tested the unit for up to three days of continuous function without charging." Carson replied.

 

The quiet humming stopped and James' not-quite-feminine voice filled the sudden silence. "It was tested for three days of use under normal operating conditions. Tonight was not exactly what we had in mind when we calculated 'normal.' I'm currently compiling the power data from this evening's activities and will have a report for the two of you soon. Also, Sir? Apparently, being shunted out of my new remote unit caused a 3.68 second disruption in my primary and secondary support systems. The disruption was minimal but it does represent a possible vulnerability in security. Oh, And Jacob, feed my master. Don't eat the cake, Sir." James added almost as an afterthought, then resumed humming.

 

Eric raised an eyebrow as Carson produced a tray loaded with food from a tucked away corner. The tray held a selection of his favorite foods, of them all, however, the rich looking chocolate fudge cake had always been his most treasured favorite. "Just why shouldn't I eat the cake?"

 

Carson looked embarrassed and sighed. "James spiked it."

 

"He was going to get me drunk with cake?" Eric looked puzzled.

 

"Mmm, maybe more like Roofie Cake? Well, its primarily a pharmaceutical grade aphrodisiac but mixed with a very light sedative to help you relax. I swear I had nothing to do with it...um, Sir?" Carson grunted uncomfortably.

 

"James?"

 

"Yes, Sir?" The humming stopped again.

 

"Go to Level 1 standby til morning. You may keep a communication node open to Carson. This is only a precaution until we run diagnostics in the morning. And no more 'roofie cake,' yes?" Eric didn't wait for answer as he continued towards his bedroom with his plate of food. He paused before closing the door behind him. "Oh, and Jacob, you and I will be having a long talk in the morning as well, I think." Eric shut the door behind him and continued to the hidden switch that would open the door to his panic room.

 

"Sir?" James' voice chimed as Eric passed the surveillance station in his panic room. "I'm sorry I, well, 'passed out,'" James tested the word in relation to himself for the first time. "I promise I can do better next time. If you are angry with me, please dont take it out on Jacob."

 

"I shouldn't have pushed you so hard on your first night. You did more than well. And we'll have the power issue sorted out soon. Seven orgasms would be a lot for any body to deal with." Eric explained soothingly. James had been amazing, staying hard for as long he continued to be stimulated. He seemed able to cum as many times as you could work him to a peek. There were apparently limits, however. It seemed James' would eventually run out of 'juice.' He had been lost in the moment and James' had disabled his safeguards. There had been no real damage, but he would have to be more careful in the future.

 

"Yes, Sir. ...Um, Sir?" James' voice grew hesitant and Eric smiled and looked up at the camera in the corner of the room.

 

"I know James. I love you, too. Now go to bed. Jacob has been very patient tonight and I have a lot of work to get done still." Pressing another hidden switch he continued to elevator that would take him down to his bunker.

[Lady.Taser]

The moans ripped from his throat without any thought. They both loved the other to take charge, and to be honest Al found he enjoyed taking charge as well, but submitting to what ever Jean wanted to do to him and did do whether slightly forcibly or not was a level of bliss he could always indulge in. The attention to his nipples, stomach and then his cock were driving him insane. All thought of the case and the day were erased from his mind and if that blasted phone had rung it would have been flung against a wall. The phone remained blissfully silent however and as Jean's finger brushed his hole he gasped feeling shivers of anticipation rack his body.

 

His hands reached for Jean's head, clutching at his hair, tangling the red strands up in his fingers. He wanted to push Jean's head down further, yet he was also fighting the overwhelming desire to drag the man away from his cock and kiss him roughly while giving him the same careful, arousing treatment. In the end he was unable to make a decision not having the strength to stop such a glorious pleasure until he was almost about to orgasm just from the attention. Pulling Jean's head back he wriggled so that they were now face to face before rolling them over on the bed. Luckily it was a large bed and they still had plenty of room to not fall off.

 

"Darlin' you are amazing as fucking always." He nipped at Jean's lower lip "But it's not fair that i have all the fun." A seductive smile as he reached over to their bedside table, pulling out a very important items. He started by squirting a large helping of lube into his hand before coating the large toy with it. By passing Jean's nipples he went straight for his lovers cock, trailing his tongue lazily up the side and grazing the tip of his front teeth over the sensitive tip. After repeating this treatment a few times he took the whole throbbing cock into his mouth and sucking on it deeply. He simultaneously pushed the toy up against Jean's hole, feeling resistance and flicking on the first level of vibrations to help relax the muscles there.

[SqueezeBabe]

The fingers tugging in his hair just goaded him on to work harder, his tongue flickering against the hot shaft in his mouth, he wanted nothing more than to taste the hot salty goodness that was going to be in his mouth soon... Al pulled his head away and scooted down underneath him, kissing him as he rolled the two of them over, so that Al was now on top of him. His bright green eyes sparkled as they watched his lover pull the vibrator out from the bedside drawers and lube it up.

 

Jean let out a throaty chuckle as he felt the vibrator push against his arse, his hole already twitching and tingling. He pulled his knees up to his chest, spreading his cheeks apart with his hands, "Push it in" he moaned, already past caring if it hurt or not, he knew that within moments of the vibrator entering him, that he was going to come hard.

[ravenwyck]

Eric relaxed at his computer while he finished his meal. His mind was swirling around everything that had happened since he'd come home. So he let his thoughts drift for a while until he could focus on the task at hand. He'd come to far to get careless now.

 

Tomorrow would probably be his most difficult job yet. There was a reason why people didn't usually do these kinds of crimes in the middle of the day. But he'd been watching this target for over two months and all his data said that tomorrow afternoon would be his best chance at success.

 

He adjusted his glasses unnecessarily, he paced the room and thought about his chances for success. Not just tomorrow. Too much hadn't gone as he planned. And he was worried about the new detectives working his case. He'd been lucky so far. His careful planning and the police forces own ineptness had allowed him to easily carry out his work. But if Al and Jean were even half as good as the files said they were. He was going to be in dip shit soon. Even as he thought about his need for even more discretion, his eyes wandered over the files James' had provided and his fingers toyed with his phone as he stared down at the two detectives private numbers. If he could manage to complete his heist right under their noses... Eric sighed, he knew he was becoming addicted to the thrill of his new 'job.' But after taking James earlier tonight, he felt calm and sated, and more capable of clear thought than he'd felt in months. He didn't really have to stop these guys personally, thrill or no thrill. If he could just get the police to do their jobs. Sure, he thought, I'll just wander up to some police officers and hand them my files. BTW, officers..I've been breaking into people's houses for a while now and now I would like you to arrest those men. Ya, that would go over well. There was still so much to do. He had to focus. The burglary had to happen tomorrow. It was the only window of opportunity. He couldn't afford to miss the chance. He grumbled to himself as he sat down to his work.

[Lady.Taser]

Jean's demand sent a delicious shiver down Al's spine and only too willing to comply as he forcefully thrust the vibrator into his lover, not giving much time for him to adjust before flicking it up to the next setting. He matched the thrusting of the vibrator to the movements of his head, his cheek hollowed to give Jean even more pleasure. Listening to the erotic sounds that the vibrator was causing to come from the body beneath him Al couldn't resist wrapping his free hand around his own cock which was throbbing painfully.

 

It wasn't long before both his hands were moving in time bringing them both to the brink, before slowing down again, teasing them both. He slowly withdrew his mouth circling the tip with his tongue as he did so. "Darlin' i need to come with you." He voice was low, husky and he lacked breath from both sucking on Jean's cock and the attention he was still giving to both his cock and Jean's arse. Wrapping his lips around Jean's cock once more he sped up his hands once more.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean yelped and the vibrator penetrated him deeply, and let out a long moan as Al increased the intensity. As warm wet lips closed over the head of his cock his hands were already tangling in Al's hair, his fingers digging into the scalp as he thrust his hips upwards. The tugging lips, the thrusting in his arse were all sending him hurtling towards a bone-jarring climax, but true to form Al stopped at the crucial moment. Jean let out a wordless cry of frustration, and shuddered when the husky tones reached his ears. He licked his lips seductively, as he arched his back, looked down at Al with half-lidded eyes, his face flushed. "Tu me rends folle, J'ai envie de toi!" he rumbled, his voice thick and heavy with desire.

[ravenwyck]

Eric pushed himself away from the computer with a sigh. He wasn't getting anything accomplished. Leaning far back in his chair, he made eye contact with a pair of mahogany eyes that nearly matched his own and sighed. Righting himself, he turned his chair around to face his father. The picture had been taken a few months before Eric's birth. In it a tall man, dark haired man beamed down at a beautiful raven haired woman with blue eyes as she caressed the swell of her stomach. There was a lightness to the both of them that he could hardly remember from his own childhood. It had always been his favorite picture and he'd moved it down to the bunker when he'd started this endeavor, over a year ago.

 

He'd been devastated when they had died; the victims of a random mugging. Or so he'd thought at the time. James had been his savior at that time. While Eric wallowed in his misery, James had continued to handle all of the small details that kept things running. And even without his AI programming, James' consistent prodding had been what had eventually pulled him out of his stupor.

 

Finding out, a little more than a year ago, that his parents death might not have been a random act of violence at all had torn his world apart again. But this time, rather than losing himself to grief, He'd been driven to find a way to get justice. Tomorrow would be a huge step towards that goal.

[Lady.Taser]

Al smiled around the swollen cock that was in his lips, he never fully understood the french that the gorgeous man writhing below him spouted during intimate moments such as these, however it always turned him on more when he heard them. They were both close, he knew it wouldn't take much more until Jeans cum was released inside his mouth, already the precum had mixed with his saliva as he continued to bob his head, each time taking Jean all the way inside his mouth. When he finally bought Jean to his climax he relished in the orgasm, feeling the hot, sticky cum shoot into his mouth, some going down his throat. He felt his own orgasm start as he slowed the thrusting of the vibrator in Jean's arse, moving the hand on his cock, which was now slick with precum, faster as he came into his own hand.

 

Swallowing the cum and smiling as he released Jean's cock he looked up at his lover sprawled over the bed, ever so slowly he pulled the vibrator out of the other man's arse. Having done that he gave Jean a quick kiss before getting up from the bed and heading quickly into their bathroom, quickly washing his hands of his own cum and leaving the toy on the side in the bathroom before climbing back onto the bed next to Jean. With a small smile he flicked the switch of the alarm to the on position so they didn't forget and curled up next to his lover. He may not have had any toys in him, nor his lovers cock but he was happy just being where he was.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean was panting heavily and groaned loudly as he emptied himself deep inside Al's mouth, his toes curling, his fingers digging into Al's scalp. His hands slowly dropped to the bed as the other got up to place a quick kiss on his lips before heading too the bathroom. He rolled onto his side, his knees slightly bent. His arse felt wonderfully numb, and as nice as it felt, it still didn't feel as good as the real thing. He felt hot pricks behind his eyes as tears threatened. Al was so wonderful and so good at this, so why wouldn't he just fuck him properly? He let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that it was a pointless argument in his head; neither of them would do it so it was either be happy with what they had, or not at all... As Al climbed into bed, he rolled over, to nestle up against him, his body molding to his lovers, grateful that they at least had each other...

[ravenwyck]

It had started with a new security contract, Eric thought as he gathered his tools together and made his last minute checks for the morning. Even before he had officially inherited the company, Weston Securities had long been his personal project. And, It had always been his habit to take a personal interest in WS' high end clients. The fact that the client had once been a long friend of the family was a bonus and he had looked forward to the chance to catch up. He had never known why his father had stopped talking to William Vega, but he had always recalled liking the man.

 

It had been his grandfather who had started the Securities Division of Weston Industries in his own youth. And it had been his grandfather who had discovered Eric's budding natural talent for bypassing security. With a wry grin, Eric recalled being caught in Granda's private rooms rooting through his safe. Granda always had the best chocolates and doled them out only at his own discretion. In his child's mind, Eric had been convinced they were a great treasure. It was only natural you would keep such a precious thing locked away, he thought at the time. Young Eric hadn't even thought to look anywhere else. It had been an easy thing to get into the room and only slightly more difficult to break into the safe itself. His Grandfather's punishment had been strict, but the lessons that followed had been the most interesting in all his life, second only to his work with James. Since that long ago first 'heist,' Eric never had never again used his talent to break a persons security measures. Easily seeing the vulnerabilities in a system, he channeled his skill, instead, into figuring out ways to make it stronger.

 

Well, until now.

 

Eric grimaced as his mind turned to more recent events. William had been much as he had remembered him from his youth. He was average looking in almost every way; sandy blonde hair, dull gray eyes, average height and nearly average weight, a slight gut protruded more and more as his age wore on. He did have a great well of charisma, however, that always drew people to him and made them eager to be in his company. While not an overly intelligent man, he was good with numbers and no matter what happened he always seemed to come out ahead. His family was as old as Eric's own and while, despite his successes, he had not really increased his families holdings, as each generation of Weston had done, he hadn't squandered them either.

 

William had been looking for more than just upgrades to his personal security. He also wanted to bring his entire system of files, both personal and business, up to date. It had been a monumental undertaking. As it turned out, William never threw away or deleted anything. He also didn't seem to remember half of what he kept. And that was where the trouble had begun. A few weeks into the project, he began to find files that had no business being in Vega's possession. Weston Securities' reputation for discretion had always been beyond reproach, however, and there was no way Eric could violate that now. He kept his mouth shut and continued his work. It wasn't until he found files belonging to his own family that he began to grow truly angry. He no longer questioned why his father had stopped talking to this man. It was a distasteful violation of his integrity as a security consultant. Still, he intentionally dug deeper. This kind of abuse of his power was unforgivable. But somehow, despite that, he had to acknowledge a growing feeling in his chest reminiscent of a long ago boy, shaggy haired and bright eyed, trying to find his Granda's greatest treasure. What he actually found in William's long forgotten files, however, was nothing like the chocolates he had once enjoyed. For years Vega had been keeping himself afloat through blackmail. While on the outside, he appeared to be living well within his means, behind the scenes there were hundreds of lavish expenditures. It seemed Vega was part of some sort of "Club" involving several rich members of society. The things they paid to do; Eric still shuddered each time he remembered those horrible acts.

 

Eric had sworn to find some way to stop these men. As much as he wanted too, he couldn't just give this to the authorities. His digging had been a gross violation client trust and Weston Securities would take a huge blow they might not recover from. He had to devise a way to bring these men down without implicating his families company. It would be easy enough to expose them to the press anonymously. The scandal would be enough to open an investigation. It would be the beginning of the end. But he had to find a way to ensure the others didn't have time to cover their tracks. Once he had set himself to it, it had been an easy thing to uncover all of William Vega's secrets, even the ones he had tried to hide. William had never known it happened. He could do the same again. Independent of his companies connections, of course. Once he could concretely prove the guilt of the entire group at once, he would go public with the information.

 

Eric had planned it all so carefully; sneak in, get the information he needed, sneak back out. No one would ever know until it was too late. He'd even been excited by the prospect. It had all gone wrong in the test run. He'd targeted an unrelated businessman he'd found in Vega's files. Eric felt no guilt towards his intended victim. The man might not be at William's level, but he was no angel either. What had started well enough, began to turn south when a fleeting juvenile thought took hold of him. He could call the authorities and tell them a robbery was happening. When they arrived they would find nothing amiss; the things Eric had 'stolen' still in their normal places. It was an arrogant and potentially dangerous thought. His heart raced as he made the call anyway. He'd been prepared for the giddy joy he'd felt as a child. He had not been prepared for how that feeling would translate in the man he had become. Eric had been hard almost as soon as he began. It had all fallen apart in the end. High on adrenaline and endorphins, he'd been unable to stop himself. Knowing he couldn't cover up what he'd done, he panicked. He emptied the safe to make it look like a normal robbery and made his escape. The only saving grace was that he had thought to copy the hard drive first and there was no evidence that he'd tampered with it.

 

Annoyed, Eric pulled himself from his thoughts. He needed to go to bed now, if he hoped to be rested in the morning. The details had changed, but the plan was still the same. Tomorrow would be another step in accomplishing his goal. Eric wondered if, after a night with James, he'd be able to avoid jacking off this time. He ignored the part of him that was almost disappointed by that prospect.

[Lady.Taser]

The alarm shrilled once, loudly and almost routinley Al hit the snooze button with more force than was actually needed and then rolling over for another 10 minute sleep before the alarm began again. The bed was soft and comfy. Jean next to him was warm and he wanted nothing more to stay in bed and forget about their thief. It didn't happen and all too soo. the alarm was intruding his sleep once more. This time he rolled out of bed after silencing the alarm and trudged out of the room and into a hot shower. The water almost scalding as he felt the drops hit his skin with an almost painful speed. Not that he cared.

 

The showers woke him up properly and as his brain started to function on a slightly higher level he started thinking. He hadn't switched the coffee machine on before getting in the shower. Somethinf he should really leave a note to himself about, he needed good coffee...

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean groaned into the pillow as the sound of the alarm punched through his sleep. He buried his face into the pillow as he felt the bed move as Al got up. The sound of the shower running before he rolled over to stare at the ceiling, his arm resting on his forehead as his body valiantly attempted to wake up. Waking up was ridiculously hard for him at the best of times, even more so after a night of extremely good loving. He wouldn't be a functioning human being until that first sip of coffee. He rolled over to the side of the bed, pulling his underneath him as he sat on the edge, still collecting his thoughts.

 

He gave a jaw cracking yawn as he stood up slowly and stretched, the joints of his body creaking and popping as he did so. He shuffled into the bathroom and stood over the basin, splashing cold water over his face to help him wake up as he waited for Al to finish in the shower; he couldn't quite trust himself to step into the shower whilst his lover was in there, his eyes already flicking the vibrator that was still on the bathroom sink. His brain might not function properly in the morning, but his cock most certainly did...

[ravenwyck]

Eric blinked, angry and bleary eyed, at the mirror as he put in his contacts. Just because they were a necessary evil didn't mean he had to like them. The t-shirt and jeans he'd picked for the day were old and well worn, each bearing a few holes. He'd found the jeans in the back of his closet, unworn since college. The faded black shirt had been Carson's addition to the cause. Carson had actually been insulted when Eric had asked about the graphic, apparently a 'storm trooper,' on the front. He completed his look with a comfortable pair of shoes, good for both running and climbing, before pulling his backpack over his shoulder and moving to the adjoining room.

 

It seemed he wasn't the only one to get up early this morning, Eric thought as the door to James' room opened. The sounds of heavy panting breaths came from within. Eric entered anyway. James' recharging dock stood empty and the large plush chair was pushed away from the computers. In the chair Carson sat topless and shuddering. His unkempt brown hair hid his sapphire blue eyes but emphasized the bright flush of his cheeks as he stared down at James kneeling between his legs. Carson was half a head shorter than Eric himself and, while not fat, he had very little muscle definition. Eric had never really considered the awkward man sexually, but seeing him so flustered, he had to admit Carson did have a certain attraction.

 

Unnoticed, Eric propped himself against the wall and watched, arms folded, as James' mouth moved on Carson's cock. The robe they had dressed him in the night before pooled on the floor at his knees. From his angle, Eric could see James' cheeks hollow as he sucked in the entire length before pulling back, letting the swollen shaft fall from his mouth. Taking Carson's cock in his hand, James' tongue traced the entire length of the hard cock, swirling around the head before lapping at the cum dripping from the tip. Pulling away, James rested his chin on his shoulder to look back, the blue haired butler smiled crookedly across the room to Eric. "Good Morning, Sir."

 

Carson jumped, hands going to his lap, trying, unsuccessfully, to yank his unbuttoned pants together over his erection as his wide-eyed and somewhat panicked stare shifted between Eric and James. With a raised eyebrow, Eric smirked. "I trust you at least remembered to run the diagnostics I asked for first?"

 

Carson stuttered a bit and blushed more deeply but didn't quite manage an answer. Playfully, James' batted Carson's hand away. "You should answer him. Mr. Weston is actually quite impatient before he's had his coffee," he chided moments before eagerly swallowing the cock before him once more.

 

Grabbing the sides of James' head, Carson bucked into the open and hungry mouth. Heaving breaths were all that escaped at first as James' mouth pressed flush against Carson's crotch, his slender throat working around the length buried inside him. There were tears in his eyes as Carson struggled to answer. "I-I... oh god.. we.. every.. thing... y-yes.. good.." Eric was sure at least some of that had been meant for him. The question had been mostly rhetorical anyway. Carson took his work very seriously and wouldn't risk harming James' for a little fun. It was almost too cruel to taunt the man this way, Eric thought as he pushed himself from the wall. He adjusted his pants slightly as he moved. Almost.

 

"You have 10 minutes. I'm going to need James today." Eric informed the pair as he stalked towards the door that led to the hallway.

 

Eric heard a soft wet pop before James' sweet voice filled the room once more. "Shouldn't be more than a few minutes at most, Sir. A bot will meet you with coffee on the way." Eric heard Carson groan, out of embarrassment or pleasure, as he closed the door behind him and hurried to meet to meet the promised bot.

[Lady.Taser]

Feeling awake he turned the flow of water off, standing in the still steaming shower for a little longer and brushing his hair back, pushing out the excess water. Next came the part of showering he always dreaded, opening the door and letting out the steamy air that kept the cubicle warm, a bit like a sauna. He opened the door quickly reaching for his towel simultaneously as he felt the cold air swirl in around his legs and raising goosebumps along his skin. It wasn't until he had the huge fluffy towel wrapped around himself that he toke note of who was in the bathroom with him.

 

Jean was stood just inside the door, still fully naked from where they had fallen straight to sleep the night before. His hair was all mussed up and he looked to be in desperate need of a decent cup of coffee, and some early morning loving Al chuckled as he noticed the way Jean was eyeing the vibrator. Before drying off he walked over to Jean kissing him squarely on the lips before pulling him into a tight hug. "I'll stick some coffee on while you shower"

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean instinctively leaned into the hug, his hips working to brush his erection over the Al's... except the towel was in the way. His lips already searching for Al's ear as his hands kneaded the firm arse beneath them.... and then Al bodily shoved him into the shower and closed the door, the words about coffee reaching his foggy brain. Jean gave another yawn as he turned the shower taps on, adjusting the temperature until it was positively steaming and his skin was going pink from the hot water. A hand slicked back his hair as he looked down at the erection bobbing between his thighs, knowing that he'd have to take care of it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to function, even with the help of morning coffee.

 

As the hot water beat down on his back, he had one hand working his cock, and the other hands fingers deep in his arse. Whilst he had an aversion to putting his fingers in someone elses arse, his own was perfectly fine. He talked dirty to himself in French, not bothering to hide the moans of pleasure, and before long thick white cum splattered against the shower wall. Just like Pavlov's dog, the haze in his mind lifted and he set about cleaning himself and the shower before stepping out, wrapping a soft white towel around his hips and walking out to the kitchen for his coffee.

[ravenwyck]

Eric's coat ruffled in the chilly morning breeze as he leaned against the wall toying with his cellphone. The tension had been coiling tight in the pit of his stomach since he'd left the house. His body hummed with nervous energy as he pretended not to watch the house across the street. It was a beautiful three story brick home. Eric admired and analyzed the intricate architectural detailing. The molding and statuary that decorated the home would also make it easier to climb, if it came to that. But his plan this time was much simpler.

 

Right on cue an imposingly muscled man hurried out of the house and into a waiting taxi on his way to an appointment downtown. Harvey Greenfield, his target, didn't believe in relying on security systems. He was the kind of guy who believed a single loyal man was better than any amount of machines or computers. Of course, he hadn't met James.

 

Harvey himself was out of town with most of his security team in tow, as Eric had learned he would be. The man he'd left behind, Samuel was as loyal as you could find, potentially deadly, and damn good at his job. His one 'weakness' was his love for his chronically ill daughter. She was in need of a prohibitively expensive surgery and Samuel had been trying for over a year to gather the necessary money. It was a tragic story and Eric's heart had broken thinking of the pain she faced each day. He'd arranged, anonymously, for a charity to provide the funding to end her horrible plight. And, if the appointment just happened to take place when there was no one else left to watched the house, so much the better.

 

He waited a few minutes to be sure no one would return before entering the number for emergency services. He frowned down at the screen before erasing the number and typing in another. Connecting the call, he gave the man who answered the address of the building across the street. It was a change in the MO he'd established for himself and he wasn't sure what had possessed him to call the detectives directly. It probably came from the same reckless and illogical place inside him that had urged him call the authorities before that very first heist. It had been a stupid thing to do, then and was an even stupider idea now, but it was already too late to take it back. And it had only been an address. He'd panicked a bit when the call had connected and had only mumbled his location before hanging up. If he was very lucky, neither of the detectives would understand what it had been about until it was too late.

 

Eric wondered if he was disappointed by that prospect as he tucked his jacked tight against him and hurried across the road. He couldn't worry about it now. It was time to get to work.

[Lady.Taser]

Al groaned as he put the coffee machine on leaving it to brew and heard the sounds float down the corridor from the bathroom. He knew it was going to happen, it always did. Jean didn't wake up easily in the morning as he had learnt the hard way one morning not long after they started living together. They had both been late to work that day, very late and had needed to make rules. Fun on work mornings had to be strictly separate and with a sigh Al glanced down at his own growing erection and considered how long he'd have until Jean was out of that shower.

 

He knew he shouldn't indulge himself, afterall they were on a case right now. They could get a call at any minute calling them out to a scene. He heard a particularly loud cry, probably signalling the end of his little shower fun, it also signalled the snapping of Al's self-control and he headed to the bedroom. Throwing the towel onto the floor and grabbing a box of tissues from a table on the way he climbed onto the bed and made himself comfortable. He then started stroking his cock, using just that as stimulation at first, recalling the crys that had just echoed through their apartment. Once his hand was slick with precum that was also covering his cock he swapped the hand that was around his cock moving the free one to his arse where he started to finger himself. Just as Jean hadn't taken long neither did he, finishing up quickly and a little loudly into some tissues hasitly grabbed from the box. A handy thing to have as it greatly saved on the clean up time.

 

It didn't take long for him to get rid of the tissues and get dressed ready for the day ahead. He grabbed the phone on the way back to the kitchen, needing his own cup of coffee before facing the day ahead. 7 suspects, and they wanted to talk to each one in person. Might be best to split up, each do three of the suspects and then talk to the one that Jean thought might be the perp together.

 

He was sipping his coffee at the table in the kitchen when the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID expecting work to flash up and instead seeing a unknown number, picking up the phone he looked over at Jean before answering it. The voice at the end of the line was quiet, mumbling only a few words. 'Greenfield Manor' The line then went dead and Al held the phone his each for a few moments longer pondering the words meant, they rang a bell but he couldn't place his finger on why. "Hey Darlin' does Greenfield Manor mean anything to you?"

[SqueezeBabe]

The cup of coffee paused halfway to his mouth and his photographic memory kicked into action, "Greenfield Manor, home to one Harvey Greenfield, currently away on business, has left one Samuel Sanders in charge. Sanders has a chronically ill daughter, one Eliza Sanders aged seven..." Jean pinched the bridge of his nose, "Greenfield on the surface doesn't seem to be involved in any shady activities, currently in possession of the worlds most expensive Faberge Egg... collects them I think..." Jean took a sip of his coffee, his mind running out of steam at that point. He looked at Al over the rim of his coffee cup, "Why do you ask?"

[ravenwyck]

Just because Greenfield relied on people for his security, didn't mean those people didn't rely on 'proper' security systems. Eric wasn't too worried, though, he thought as he stood before the door, hidden from the road by the houses lush landscaping. He might even be able to make it in and be done before anyone even knew what was going on. Especially after his 'conversation' with the detective instead of the 'proper' authorities. He'd broken his pattern a bit, calling the detectives, but it still counted. He hadn't meant to be so vague, but he'd panicked a little once the man on the other side had picked up. It was probably for the best anyway. It was worse than stupid to risk himself anymore than he already had with Al and Jean now involved in with case. Eric huffed out his frustration as he picked the lock on the front door and deactivated the security console with his 'tablet,' once inside.

 

Eric moved through the house with purpose, but not excessive speed. The usual hot rush of adrenaline and lust in his body was a slow simmer today. There had been no great challenges today; no real struggle to gain entrance, no tricky systems to bypass, and only some vague mumbles to alert the cops. Eric growled out his frustration and shook his head. This was NOT about getting some sort of cheap, perverted kicks, he chided himself as he concentrated on copying the home's three computers first.