Seed of the Crime - Group RP - 18+

[Lady.Taser]

Harvey Greenfield.... now that rang even more bells than the place given to him over the phone. Al closed his eyes and furrowed his brow in thought, this really wasn't the time for convoluted riddles. There was no time to divert to the mansion first. They had to get to the station, grab their list of suspects then head over to the houses to.... With a start he jerked his head up, eyes wide open and he strode into their bedroom grabbing a suit and some underwear from their wardrobe, tossing the clothing towards Jean when he emerged moments later. "Harvey Greenfield is one of the suspects we were going to visit today, not very high up on the list either. Get dressed quickly Darlin' I think we need to move up our visit to Mr Greenfield."

 

An unknown number calling them this early, mumbling a location down the phone then hanging up. It all seemed so suspicious, he hadn't wanted to investigate and lose precious time on the investigation, but if they were lucky this would provide a lead. Hell the thief had enough balls to inform the cops when he was gonna rob somewhere, probably while in the middle of it himself. What was to say he hadn't gone up a step or two and was not only trying to pull of a heist in broad daylight, but also informing the case detectives. Stupid in Al's opinion, also they had one more characteristic to add to their list of suspects even if it was a heist and they missed it. That number was not available anywhere but through work, money wasn't enough to get that number.

 

Al stood by the front door waiting for Jean, his coffee sat abandoned on the table to be dealt with when they got home. His mind working at full speed trying to remember the full list of suspects and their connections, but failing. His memory was nowhere near photographic but right now it didn't matter. They would go straight back to the station after this was dealt with, hopefully with a suspect in tow.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean blinked in surprise as he watched Al get clothes together, throwing some in his direction. His sluggish brain, whilst perfect at information retrieval was struggling to make the necessary leap without coffee. He had enough presence of mind to tip his coffee into a travel mug before getting changed into the clothes that Al provided and the two of them were out the door and into the car.

 

Jean precariously sipped his coffee as Al manoeuvred through the traffic on their way to the Greenfield Manor. Neither of them were exactly sure what they were going to find when they got there, the slight change in the perpetrator's MO had them both slightly perplexed. Perhaps there was more to this than simple thieving. "Do you want me to call uniform?" Jean asked as he pulled the tablet from the console and began typing.

 

They pulled up outside the front of the Manor, Jean still with his coffee as they made their way through the wrought iron gate. Jean tested the front door, finding it unlocked, pulled his gun from his holster and silently motioned for Al to follow him. They quickly checked to make sure that there was no one on the lower floor before making their way up the stairs, systematically checking the rooms before opening the door to the room at the end of the hallway.

 

Mon Dieu!

[ravenwyck]

Eric rooted through various paperwork as he waited for Greenfield's hard drives to finish copying. From the bud in his ear, James' voice informed him that no call had been received about his break in and that no one had been dispatched to this scene. Eric's breath huffed out, in frustration and relief, as he gathered up his gear from the computers.

 

No one was coming. Eric had been vague, but he'd still believed the detectives would put the pieces together. It was probably for the best anyway. he'd put himself on a tight timeline calling them and he could use the extra time. The safe this time around was a tricky piece of work and there wouldn't be any quick shortcuts. The twitch in his groin told him how anxious he was to get started.

 

Despite the lack of police interference, Eric didn't allow himself to take chances. He quickly worked at the safe on the second floor. It was an old thing, practically ancient. But it had been solidly built and its lack of technological advances was to its advantage. It's sturdy construction was resistant to all but diamond headed bits. Eric had been prepared for that, but knowing the police weren't coming, he'd decided to go with another option.

 

Eric groaned softly as he heard the tiny click he'd been listening for. Opening the safe using nothing more than a sound amplifier was both more difficult and more satisfying than he'd hoped. He held his breath as he ever so slowly turned the nob the other way. He had been achingly hard since the first soft click had echoed to his ear. Just one more number to go.

 

Eric unzipped his jeans as the last number slid into place and he turned the handle. He licked his lips as the door swung open. Quickly he dumped the contents of the safe into a plastic bag and sealed it, shoving it into his backpack. Those items were why he had come, but at the moment, but they could wait. Wrapping a fist around his cock, Eric began stroking himself. He was already so close, it wouldn't take long. His eyes gleamed as they drifted over the empty safe. He found himself straining to hear they sirens he knew wouldn't come. A twinge of something like disappointment passed through him but he closed his eyes and imagined how easily the safe had given itself up under his skilled hands and growled low his throat as those hands worked on himself, instead. He thought he heard James in the background, but whatever his urgent mutters, they were lost on Eric as he built himself towards climax.

 

Eric's balls tightened as he stroked himself at a quick pace, sliding his other hand down he cupped his tightening balls. His mind wandered through the heist. He grunted, his hand tightening on his cock, as he imagined Jean and Al, 'his detectives,' too 'busy' to pay attention to his call. The imagery pushed him over the edge and Eric moaned deeply as he came harder than he could have believed possibly given his recent activities, showering the safe and a surprisingly large bit of the room in stream after stream of hot cum.

 

Opening his eyes as he recovered from his knee shaking orgasm, Eric found himself staring at the detectives in question.

[Lady.Taser]

Al was smiling as they pulled up outside the manor, it was so like Jean to keep the coffee with him, and to not spill it while in the car. "Don't bother with uniform, not like they'll do us any good now is it." Quickly getting out of the car he moved towards the building behind Jean. Following his partner's lead he made sure he had his gun in hand, creeping into the building after him. Something was definitely up, the door was open. He was checking one of the rooms on the upper floor when he noticed Jean had stopped in a room and not moved, yet for some reason made no move to raise his gun... what was he looking at.

 

Al stepped into the room next to Jean and looked directly at a man, dark brown hair falling across his face, covering screwed up eyes. Most eye catching was his jeans, unzipped and cock out in hand. He was stroking it quite vigorously and Al couldn't take his eyes off it, it looked as though it would feel amazing. He could feel his own cock hardening in response to the sight he was seeing and was 90% certain Jean was experiencing the same thing.

 

He watched in fascination as the man before them brought himself to the edge and then came over the safe he was in front of. Huh... who knew there was a safe there. Without taking his eyes off the very attractive man in front of him (mainly his cock) he moved closer to Jean, both arms by his side and gun pointing to the floor. "Darlin' .... I think we found our thief... and his cock." He added the last few words on after a short pause, in a much lower tone as he licked his lips.

[SqueezeBabe]

He couldn't take his eyes of the thing... it wasn't like it was.. overly large or anything like that... but for some strange and unknown reason it stood out (quite literally). "de toute beauté" he breathed, less concerned that the gentleman in front of them was the elusive thief and more concerned with thoughts on how he was going to get that magnifique cock somehow inside him... a blush coloured his face and he licked his lips subconsciously, already feeling his own arousal growing.

 

It seemed that the three of them were at in impasse, each seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move...

 

Common sense kicked in as the sensible part of his brain overtook his dick. He literally shook his head, sculled the rest of his coffee in a few quick swallows (it was lukewarm now anyway) and lifted the gun once more, a thousand lines going through his mind and each one cheesier than the last...

 

"Put your hands where I can see them"

[ravenwyck]

Eric groaned as the meaning of James' attempts to communicate became clear. His almost softened cock twitched as he stared at Al and Jean. In person, so close, they were more attractive than any pictures or video he had studied. Apparently, they hadn't been too busy to respond, after all. Sliding his penis back into his boxers as he released himself and raised his cum covered hands.

 

"Fuck," he muttered. It was a coarse word, and one he didn't use often, but the situation called for it.

 

Deep down Eric had known this would happen, eventually. He'd taken too many risks for it not too. He could have at least worn a mask. Even now he didn't completely understand his own motivations in this regard. His mind raced with embarrassment, fear, and anger at his own stupidity. Wrapped around that, however, was a feeling of exhilaration that bordered on madness.

 

In his mind, Eric felt he should be making even the ripest tomato pale in comparison to the color of his skin, but outwardly a smirk played at the side of his lips. Despite his own inner panic, part of him hadn't missed Jean and Al's tone, nor the arousal in their eyes. That part of him took over now.

 

His eyes cut from the detectives to his hand as he slowly moved it toward his face. Tilting his head slightly, Eric's tongue darted out, lapping at the cum dripping from his fingers. "So, you can see my hands. Now what?" He murmured in a low tone.

 

Whatever their response might have been, Eric missed it as the sound of a large explosion outside shook the windows of the townhouse. Semi-automatic gun fire filled the ensuing silence and he could hear screaming from the streets outside.

 

Seizing upon the distraction, Eric snatched his backpack and dove out the open window. Landing on his back, he stared up at second floor, checking for pursuit as he quickly rebuttoned his pants. Rolling himself off the inflated cushioning that had stopped his fall, Eric slashed a hole through it before dashing off, heading in the opposite direction as the sounds of panic filling the street.

[Lady.Taser]

Al was still mesmerised, not really able to take his eyes off the thief’s rather eye-catching appendage. It made sense really, for about 2 years now the only cocks he’d seen in real life were his own and Jean’s, and neither of them would be making an entrance into his arse anytime soon. So he reasoned in his mind that he was allowed to stare at one that might… somehow end up giving him and likely Jean something they both desired.

 

What brought him out of the fantasy his mind had started to create was his partners voice to his side. “Put your hands where I can see them.” Al couldn’t help but snigger he could most definitely see the hands wrapped around the cock, however the sentence did make him concentrate again and he brought his gun level with Jean’s as they watched the thief’s reaction. Apparently he hadn’t planned to get caught, and he also seemed to want to try and play his way out of it. Al smirked as he opened his mouth and then froze as the explosion went off. There was no damage in the room and his expression changed to horror as he heard the screams and gunfire. The thief in front of them moved faster, but was no longer the focal point of the room for Al as he ran to one of the side windows in the room and pressed his back against the wall.

 

He glanced over at Jean and hoped that there were other teams in the area, they specialised in the abnormal cases, not insane gunmen or terrorists. Holding his breath he looked out the window, scanning the street but he couldn’t see anyone. Not a single person was on the street.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean watched the man in front of him carefully, almost detaching himself from the reality - he had to or else he'd forget the reason why they were actually there. The blatantly sexual gesture; the man licking his own cum from his fingers was very nearly his undoing, and he suppressed a shudder, biting back the groan that was hovering on his lips... all that was forgotten as the sound of a loud explosion blasted through the window; the same one that the perpetrator was now making his getaway from.

 

As Al ran towards the window, Jean turned and ran back out of the room, down the stairs and out onto the street.... which was empty. The sounds of bombs, gunfire, screaming people was in stark contrast with the lack of people. If there had been a bomb going off, there should have been smoke, debris, something; almost eerily there was nothing. He took a few wary steps down the street and looked up at the window where Al was and shook his head, he had no idea what had just happened, or where the thief had disappeared for that matter. The street was devoid of everyone except for him.

 

He jogged back to the car, opening it and fished around for the radio, reporting what had just happened - that they'd witnessed the thief, they knew exactly what he looked like... and that they'd somehow let him escape. He gave all the details he could remember, knowing at least that the audio report would be recorded so that they could go back over it once they went back to the station. He gave everything that came to his mind, not knowing if any of it was going to be important later one... but neglected to mention that they'd literally caught him with his pants down...

[ravenwyck]

Eric was already stripping his hoodie off as he cleared the tall wall around the townhouse's backyard. He stripped his red t-shirt off as a motorcycle pulled up beside the sidewalk, revealing the dark gray shirt underneath. The petite man on the cheap-looking crotch rocket took the clothing and Eric's backpack, stuffing them into his own bag, handing over a black leather jacket and matching dark visored helmet. The man beamed at him and filled the few seconds it took to gear up with chatter. Eric noted that even though his hair was completely hidden, James' helmet was the exact same shade of blue.

 

"I did try to warn you, Sir. I initiated emergency procedures when I saw them, but you failed to confirm. I was worried." James pouted, but there was a gleam in his eye. He'd known what Eric had been distracted with.

 

Eric glared at James a bit as he slid back to make room on the motorcycle. He was in a foul mood and listening to his butler drone on about all the mistakes he had made was not improving things. Eric was already maneuvering the bike down the road before James managed to get his arms around him. Eric passed the the road in front of the Greenfield place without a glance, quickly leaving the scene behind. James' green eyes watched the detective standing beside his car as they passed. Eric listened as Jean's voice filtered in through his ear piece, describing him in far too much detail. It sounded a little off, but Eric recognized his butler's velvety tones speaking in place of the dispatcher who should have been at the other end the call. They hadn't discussed this contingency. James was improvising. Eric grinned thoughtfully, both surprised and proud. It wouldn't change the fact that the two detectives had clearly seen him. James had already routed emergency services to the scene acting as a true dispatcher, only the details Jean had given him and an audio log of the call itself would be missing when the detectives went looking. It wouldn't be enough to stop what was now in motion but any delays they could manage wouldn't hurt either.

 

Eric brooded through his ride home while James continued to scan the emergency frequencies. The slender man was warm against his back and Eric realized that his butler was expending extra energy to comfort him. The thought soothed him, but wasn't enough to calm his raging mind. It was only a matter of time until the two detectives figured out it was him. They'd seen his face, without his glasses, granted, but his face all the same. He'd wanted to avoid dragging the Weston name into this business. That would be impossible if he were arrested. Making sure these people were brought to justice for their crimes, was the most important thing. Eric didn't want to have to sacrifice his own life and the reputation of his families company to see that happen. When they finally caught up with him, would he even have a chance to explain himself? He had to find a way to regain at least some control of this situation. He might not be able to stop the flow of events, but he could still try to meet them on his own terms.

 

Eric was already issuing orders to James as he parked the bike in the hidden passage that lead to his bunker. Making his way past the varying security measures, Eric tried not to let himself be distracted by his memory of the lust he'd seen in the eyes of the two attractive men who'd caught him in the act. He'd probably imagined it, anyway.

[Lady.Taser]

He saw the shake of Jean's head and then the man moving back to the car to make the call, It was absurd Al thought as he lowered his gun. Explosions didn't just happen and not happen at the same time. People didn't scream when there was no body around to do the screaming, so the the hell had just happened. Some kind of complex joke? Al sighed heavily, allowing his weight to rest against the wall behind him, eyes slipping closed whily he thought and his head resting back on the wall. The man looked familiar somehow... he'd need to ask Jean though, afterall he was the one with the near photographic memory.

 

Opening his eyes and pushing away from the wall he put his gun away and pulled out a pair of white, latex gloves from his pocket. They were horrible to wear and always left his hands powdery, but they were essential for not leaving fingerprints behind as he examined the room. They had actaully seem him jerking off so he knew it was the same thief, Al had kept that little fact of the crimes from the press as he didn't want any copycats running around thinking it was a good idea. The stuff was nasty to clean up afterall. Everything was gone from the safe, as with other jobs and if that was a getaway plan then the guy obviously had some big help behind him.

 

Not finding anything else he heard out to meet Jean at the car and when the emergency vehicles arrived told the clean up crew to get in there and for forensics to dust for fingerprints. He told one of the uniformed officers to call both the security guard and the owner of the house to let them know what had happened while he slid into the drivers seat of his car and rested his head against the steering wheel, hands grasping the wheel on either side of his head. He had negelcted to tell them of the state the found the thief in, and he guessed that Jean had as well since they didn't ask about it.

 

He sat for about 30 minutes in the car trying to work out the pattern. These were the two jobs closest to each other time wise, it seemed wrong that he had already struck again. He was finally dragged out of the car as there was questioning about the supposed explosion they had heard. It turned out that other residents in the area had heard it as well and were coming down in patches to talk to them about it. It ended up taking hours for them to finish calming all the residents and civilians onnearby roads who had heard the explosion. As well as the investigation of the crime scene. Even the press made a decidely late appearance at the scene and by this point Al was very frustrated and simply needed to get back home to think. He had all the data that was in the office on a memory stick and if they went to the station they would just have to put up with the rest of the detectives and the uniforms taking the piss because they failed to nab the thief.

 

"Jean... can we go straight home for today. Heading to the station will not help me think."

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean watched as Al was dragged from the car, and in a way he was kind of glad that Al was the one dealing with the public. Jean for most of the part, whilst he had the facts and figures, his delivery was a public relations nightmare. He was blunt and for the most part lacked tact and diplomacy. He'd often grumbled to Al about the numerous times he was hauled over the coals for a less than sterling delivery to the media. He didn't see the point in prettying things up so that they were more palatable - they weren't in a "palatable" sort of business, and he firmly believed the cold hard facts served the public better than self-serving faff. He leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, running both hands through his hair in a gesture of pure frustration.

 

As he waited for Al, he replayed the event in his head. No matter how he tried to focus on the "important" details like how this case seemed to differ from the others in terms of timing and whatnot, his brain still zeroed on the vision of the perpetrator leisurely licking his cum-stained fingers. He shuddered and let out the groan that he'd been holding back since. The thief was stupidly good-looking in his book, and packing some rather impressive equipment; though when he tried to be analytical about it, he wasn't sure what made it so impressive it wasn't a baby's arm holding an apple, and if he wanted to admit it, it was only a smidge bigger than his... but something about the sight of it set his heart racing and all his blood rushing to his cock. Could it be a twisted form of hero worship? The man seemed capable of doing things that Jean himself wouldn't dream of doing, and before seeing the man in the flesh, he was somehow able to disassociate himself from it... but now? Now he struggled to come to grips with newly awakened desires that left his mouth dry and a lurching feeling in the pit of his stomach.

 

When Al finally returned to the car, Jean could only nod in agreement with his request to return home; he too wanted nothing more than to go back to the house, not necessarily to avoid the talk around the station, but his mind was now firmly on other things. The drive home was done in relative silence, Jean struggling with the mounting desire to do something and the rising guilt that he was thinking of doing something with someone else. As they entered the house, Jean let it close behind him with a click, resting his back against it for a moment as he watched Al walking down the hallway, and felt the stress over the day begin to catch up and overtake him.

 

He followed Al down the hallway, embracing him from behind, his lips already searching for the sensitive spots on his neck and behind his ear and began herding him towards the bedroom, his hands reaching around Al's body to start undoing his belt. As they walked, Jean could feel his erection rubbing against Al's tight arse, bringing home the fact that he wanted something in his, something that he'd seen earlier... He whispered pleadingly into his lovers ear, his voice husky with barely restrained desire...

 

"Please... don't make me beg for it... Just this once..."

[ravenwyck]

It took only a short time to prepare to leave once again. He'd converted the bunker's largest non-storage space into his personal work area, but the rest of the rooms were still designed to keep an upper class family both safe and comfortable in case of disaster. So, as James handled the 'loot,' Eric made his way to the bedroom to change his clothes. His eyes were miserable and his vision blurry as he tried to dig out something to wear. Growling under his breath, he snatched up the clothes and went to the bathroom. The contacts were one annoyance too many. Once he was wearing his extra pair of glasses, Eric felt less tense.

 

James met him at the bedroom door after he'd finished redressing. The clothing he'd been wearing was in a bag and he traded his butler for the backpack the man held. James would toss the bag in the incinerator before heading up to the house. The backpack had been emptied and repacked.

 

What to do about Jean and Al? He'd discussed it with James on the way back. James' suggestions had been more ruthless than he'd expected. He was both surprised and pleased by the strong protective streak in the bot. He wouldn't allow him to do even half of what he had suggested, but Eric appreciated the thought. The problem with deciding what to do was that they just didn't have enough information. Intelligent guesses a plenty, but no facts. So, Eric had decided to take advantage of his own heist to break into yet another house; Al and Jean's. The detectives would be busy for hours due to the crime. James had placed audio bugs, hidden cameras and clean copying equipment in the bag and as Eric made his way to the back exit he made an addition of his own. Stopping at the computer he pocketed a flash drive containing digital copies of all of his evidence.

 

Eric rode a different motorcycle when he left the bunker and parked it out of sight when he arrived at the detective's home. It was a one story house with three bedrooms but Eric hadn't had time to pull blueprints. He did have pictures of the house to work with, however, and his plan was fairly straightforward. It was a quick matter to climb into the backyard, from there he had the privacy he needed to take his time letting himself in. Eric admired the Japanese style cedar tub as he picked the houses locks. He tried to ignore the image of Al and Jean together in that tub that formed in his mind.

 

Eric stepped lightly through the house. He'd checked for the detective's car, but it still payed to be careful. Eric moved systematically through the home. The cameras he placed were the smallest available anywhere and Eric had very little fear they would be discovered where he hid them. He hadn't been completely convinced this level of surveillance. James had been adamant and Eric had already gotten into enough trouble for not being careful enough.

 

When the kitchen, dining area, and living room had all been bugged, Eric made his way down the hallway. He didn't actually plan on removing anything but information, he hadn't faced any challenges getting in, he hadn't increased the risk by calling the authorities, and yet even here he felt the slow burn of lust coursing through him. Eric wondered if it was just because it was their house. His mind flashed to his meeting with the detectives earlier and the flash of desire he was sure he'd seen in both their eyes.

 

Eric found first a bathroom and then the master bedroom as he searched the other half of the house. He thought the soft blue tones of the bedroom were relaxing and the dildo sitting next to the sink of the master bath gave him a mischievous urge to rifle through Al and Jean's drawers to see what else he might find. He'd have time to search more thoroughly after he'd completed his initial run through the house. Setting up the bugs and finding their work space were the most important priorities.

 

Eric discovered what he'd been looking for behind the next door. A warm and modernly appointed room with the comfortable look of an often used space, the office was spacious enough to hold two desks and he looked them both over as he took the equipment he needed from his bag. Eric could easily imagine Al sitting at the neat and well organized desk as his partner, Jean, lounged before its disordered and seemingly litter-strewn counterpart. Once started, the copying process was automatic and Eric hooked up both computers before shifting his attention to searching the room.

 

There was still one more room to set up, but the office was the most likely place to contain the information Eric was looking for so he decided to finish the room completely before moving on. Eric was as careful in the office as he had be in each of the other rooms not to touch more than necessary and to try to leave everything exactly as he had found it. It was a difficult task when it came to Jean's desk and Eric had just found another flash drive when he heard a door close at the other side of the house. Slipping his hand into his pocket as he made his way to the office door, Eric pulled out a second pair of gloves and exchanged them for the first as he carefully positioned himself by the door. He hadn't brought the bugs online yet so he strained to understand the whispered words coming from the hall as he waited to see if he'd been caught once again.

[Lady.Taser]

Al groaned, shivers racking his body. He was desperate too, but just a Jean he was desperate to be fucked and not overly willing to give this up. Simply the feeling of his partners erection at his arse, even through the cloth of his suit was enough to raise his own arousal. " J..ean..." His voice was already heavy with lust as he began to argue. "You know i won't.... I need you, not around me but inside me."

 

Turning to face Jean he snaked his arms around the red haired man's neck and pulled his closer. Claiming Jean's lips with his own in a searing kiss only waiting moments before separating the man' lips with his tongue and using it to explore the mouth beyond. It took a few minutes before he pulled away, eyes half closed and hazy, a thin stand of saliva connecting their mouths as he moved around. The strand was broken with a single sweep of his tongue and a smirk pulled at his lips. "Also you haven't won yet... therefore I haven't lost and will not top Darlin'"

[SqueezeBabe]

The kiss that Al had given him just fanned the flames that burned within him. It was in the rare moments like these that Jean wished he could give Al what he wanted, but still, even after the years together, he still couldn't tell Al why he wouldn't do it, that he was afraid of what it did to him, and the "darkness" he couldn't quite control... he and Al occasionally engaged in "rough" play, and he could tell that Al thought that he was too rough, though he'd never say... if Jean topped him, it would be...

 

With a growl Jean shoved Al up against the wall with a heavy thump, his hands already yanking down the trousers roughly, and gripping Al's erection, giving it a hard squeeze. Frustration made his voice louder than it should have been, "It doesn't matter how provocative you try to be, I still won't fuck you... so just give up already!" He tugged at Al's cock for emphasis before dropping to his knees, his mouth hungrily enveloping the engorged flesh as he scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin. If Al wanted to be fucked so badly then he'd go as far as he could without actually doing it... and do it the way he wanted, letting all his anger and frustration boil out as he tortured Al with his lips and tongue, sucking hard and nipping the already red flesh.

[ravenwyck]

Eric's eyebrow rose as he picked up snatches of the couple's conversation as he listened at the door. He'd have put money on Jean being the one to screw Al into mattress every night, but the other way around was an attractive thought as well. Deciding he was safe enough for the moment, Eric moved away from the door, adjusting himself more comfortably as he stepped. Disconnecting his equipment took only seconds despite his extra caution to ensure silence.

 

Eric was just zipping his bag when a thump against the wall outside the office made him jump. For a moment he didn't even breath. Jean's voice resounded clearly in the following silence, despite the muffling effect of the walls. Neither of them would top? Now that was a thought he hadn't considered. How did that even work in a relationship? Not very well, from the sound of it. But they'd been together for some time. Maybe they 'outsourced' to fulfill their 'catching' needs. Eric bit his lip as an image of himself fucking the two detectives flashed through his mind. He was sliding his hand along the erection straining his pants before he realized what he was doing. With an angry shake of his head Eric pulled his hand away.

 

The window slid openly silently, and Eric was about to make his escape, when he heard more muffled sounds in the hallway. Eric growled quietly in frustration at himself but turned away from the window and pulled out his tablet. It would only take a minute to get the cameras running. From the little he could hear, it didn't seem like he would have to worry about Al and Jean needing their office any time soon.

[Lady.Taser]

Al felt his head connect with the wall moments after his body, causing him to wince as a dizziness started to fload through it. Jean's words floated up and mixed with the light headed feeling he had, causing a groan, it wasn't the first time Jean had been rough and Al was sure it wouldn't be the last. Up to a point he enjoyed it, the mouth now wrapped around his cock, the scraping, the torturting. He didn't know how to handle it as the sensations mixed and caused his back to arch, one hand scraping the wall while his other hand clenched in Jean's hair.

 

Usually he would be able to have a level on control over stopping Jean when it got too much, but this time it seemed as though Jean were ignoring him and going on ahead with what he wanted, the groan became a loud moan as he couldn't contain his voice. "Je..an.. N-No.. I can't.." His eyes squeezed shut tightly, stopping the tears that threatened to leak out.

 

It was the fully giving himself over to another person that he couldn't do, yet he also couldn't handle being fully in control in such situations for the exact same reason, one he had trouble confessing. One day he might gather the courage to explain but he feared Jean would laugh at him for it and so for now he kept quiet, the same as Jean did for why he wouldn't top. He let his head rest against the wall and his eyes slide shut as he concentrated on the attention being paid to his cock. The hand tanlged in Jean's hair made him feel more comfortable, less vulnerable and it let him enjoy himself, the moans falling louder from his lips.

[SqueezeBabe]

The hand that had threaded through his hair, that sometimes clutched and pulled him closer and yet other times pushed, as if it was all too much, but Jean didn't care and kept his onslaught up. He was frustrated beyond belief and no bit of vibrating silicon was going to satisfy him. He wanted to be mewling and panting and clutching at the sheets, and just the mental image of himself was enough to make his erection strain painfully against the confines of his pants. The french words began to fall from his lips, between each slurp and lick, each bite and swallow. He explained, quite graphically, just exactly what he wanted done to himself, knowing that Al didn't understand a single word he said, but just enjoyed the seductive French words.

 

His skillful tongue and lips continued to elicit the moans and cries that only served to fuel the fire within him, causing it to burn hotter and brighter. He reached down and freed his cock, finding it already slick and rock hard and began to stroke it in time with each pull and suck he made around Al's. He could hear the rhythmic thump and rustle of Al's hips moving against his own, the sound of flesh moving against slick flesh, and as far as he was concerned it was all beautiful, and it brought him closer to his peak. He switched his litany of lewd and perverse descriptions to English, telling Al how beautiful he looked, his cheeks flushed, his eyes occasionally leaking tears, and just how tasty his luscious cock was...

 

"Come for me Al."

[ravenwyck]

Eric leaned against one of the desks, Al's, as the feed from the cameras came up. The smart thing would be to leave now. He could watch the show, safely, from outside, preferably down the street. He shifted against the desk, but only to get more comfortable, not to leave. As the wireless earbud connected to the tablet, Eric shifted again, this time, moving silently to the inner wall.

 

Just a few feet away, Jean sucked off his partner with angry passion, completely unaware of his presence. Al's moans echoed through Eric's body, and he found his free hand slowly sliding along his already painfully hard cock before he even realised his own intentions. He felt the same rush of adrenaline and arousal he experienced with burglary or safe cracking, but stronger than he could ever recall. As he stood against the wall stroking himself, Eric imagined it was him coaxing those moans from Al. He imagined his own fingers tangled in Jean's hair.

 

Eric was already at the edge of his control when Jean's voice, Rough with passion and aggression, joined Al's moans. Through the earbud, it was as if Jean whispered his litany of dirty French directly into Eric's own ear, frustrated and needy and begging Eric to do all the things he was already imagining. It was too much, but nearly enough. Not yet. Propelling himself from the wall, Eric only barely remembered that stealth was an issue in time to stop himself from banging into a small table on his way out the door.

 

Checking the tablet once more before slipping it into his bag, Eric silently stepped into the hall. He had a single moment of clarity and panic as the door soundlessly opened. He wondered what the hell he was doing. This was beyond a bad idea. He almost backed up, almost made a run for the window. But, seeing the two 'in the flesh' broke the last piece of restraint Eric could summon. As he crossed the hall, too quickly to be noticed just yet, there was no room left in him for logical thought.

 

Dropping to his knees, Eric pressed his body hard against Jean's. His cock nestled roughly against the detectives exposed ass as he whispered in the man's ear. His dark eyes burned up at Al as he spoke. Voice thick with lust, Eric promised Jean everything he'd asked for, his own French as depraved as Jean's as he described the way he planned to fuck Al as well.

[Lady.Taser]

Despite the fact he couldn't understand the train of french words spewing from Jean's mouth Al could feel tremors rack his body as he came incredibly close to letting go. Jean's tongue occasionally skimmed a particularly sensitive spot causing his body to jolt and him to squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He tried to speak, to praise his lover but he couldn't form any words instead a particularly moan echoed through the room. The words changed to English, now he could understand them the impact was even greater. He wanted to come, the urge was so incredibly strong and then he groaned in despair as their thief from earlier came into view.

 

Distracted the orgasm became distant as he tried to understand through the haze how the man had got into their home and what he was doing with his trousers down. The moment he looked into the thief's eyes he could see the lust and it fanned his own longing. A renewed tirade of dirty french words filled his ears and he let his eyes slide shut once more. Within moments Jean's mouth, the strangers voice and his own moans filling the room had brought him back to the edge.

 

His hand tightened in Jean's hair as his body arched pushing deeper into Jean's mouth. His body shook as he reached his orgasm, lips parted in a soundless moan as the tears trickled out from his eyes. After a few moments his body slumped against the wall, energy completely spent. He looked down at the two men kneeling on the floor while panting heavily. Using the wall as a support he slowly let himself fall to the ground between Jean and the wall before leaning his forhead on Jean's shoulder.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean gave a start of surprise; the unbelievably warm body that pressed up against his back was not unwelcome, his body instinctively arching and pressing back up against it. He could feel a long-forgotten sensation; the burning hot flesh of another mans arousal pushing against and nestling in between his arse cheeks. He groaned around the cock in his mouth and was about to turn around to see who was joining them... as mindless as he felt; full of aggression and lust, he didn't think common sense had deserted him so completely that he wouldn't question what was happening. Turning his head just brought his ear closer to the other mans lips, and those lips moved against the sensitive flesh of his ear, sending shivers through his body. From those lips spilled the filthiest French Jean had heard since leaving the country as a teenager. This man; this stranger, was promising him all the things he had said earlier, took it one step further and began to describe what he'd do to Al, that he would make Jean watch as he did them...

 

Jean renewed his attack on Al's cock, grinding his own arse into the body behind him. The exposed skin felt electric where it touched the strangers skin, and the firm, warm chest, the smell of leather and expensive soap filled his head. He could feel the hands on his hips, the experimental dry humping, the velvet skin moving against his own made him want to weep with longing and frustration.... one of those hands slid along his skin, over the bone of his hip, the fingers creeping towards his own hand until they wrapped around his own. At this point Jean was beyond caring, the skin burned wherever it had been touched, and now another's hand was wrapped around his own and his cock. Jean let go, and braced his hands against the wall on either side of Al, pushing himself against the stranger, as the body leaned against his own. Al's moans and cries filtered through the haze in his head, secondary to the long firm fingers around his achingly hard self.

 

He came, he knew he did, the shudders wracking his body were similar to Al's, the erratic thrusting into his mouth, the hot salty payload which he swallowed greedily... but as to what happened after, he could never quite remember... Al slid down the wall, a tangle of arms and legs, his head eventually resting on his shoulder. Jean's own body half slumped against the strangers behind him, the cock still nestled comfortably between his arse cheeks. Both he and Al were breathing heavily... whatever had occured had certainly been intense, and for a moment Jean didn't want to know who the mysterious stranger was, but he turned his head and looked.

 

"Mon Dieu!" He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the theif.

[ravenwyck]

For a long torturous moment, Eric hovered on the edge, almost joining the two men before him in orgasm. Coming on Jean’s ass would be incredibly enjoyable, but after he’d gone this far, it wouldn’t be enough to end it like that. He wanted everything he’d just promised to Jean. He wanted to fuck both these men, properly. He’d probably destroyed his own life by stepping into this hall wearing his signature glasses without so much as a bit of dirt to obscure his face. Even if he managed to escape their fine, there was little hope they wouldn’t be able to figure out his identity now. There was very little to be lost at this point by trying to see just how far he could push. A bed would make the scenario perfect and Eric hoped to move everyone there as he forced his still hard cock back into his unbuttoned jeans.

 

As Jean turned his head to make eye contact for the first time, Eric grinned at the recognition he saw in those green eyes. Slippery with his own precum, the hand Eric had just tucked himself with slid along the cleft of Jean’s still exposed ass until two fingers rested against Jean’s tight hole pressing with slight, but steady pressure. His voice was rough with lust when he spoke again, his gaze taking in both of the detective currently slumped on the floor.. “I still haven’t done what I promised. No matter what else might be true of me, I am a man of my word. Explanations are yours, if you want them, after.” His fingers almost breached Jean’s tightness before quickly disappearing. Changing his tone, Eric’s grin grew once more as he changed position. “For now, I think a change of venue is in order.”

 

Eric was sure that it was shock, or perhaps disbelief, that kept Jean from fighting as he deftly turned the man around and maneuvered him into position.. Eric was tall and not overly thick and it was easy to forget that his body had been honed to strength by years of climbing, usually without any supportive gear. Even so, Jean was not a delicate thing and he couldn’t suppress a small grunt as he hefted the man over his shoulder like a sack. With his pants dangling around his ankles, Jean’s naked butt wiggled next to Eric’s head and he could feel the warm press of Jean’s cock even through the leather of his riding jacket. His free hand traced along the path from Al’s chin to the path of skin exposed by his unbuttoned shirt, . “I’ll be right back, just stay there.” His smile was playful and full of promise as he rose to his full height.

 

It was all slightly less graceful than he’d hoped, but Eric was feeling incredibly positive about the fact that no one was fighting him yet as he pushed open the door to the bedroom. The entire move took only a few seconds and when he found himself standing before the bed he slapped Jean’s ass before shifting his shoulder and tossing the detective backwards onto the bed. “Start undressing.” Eric commanded before turning. “I’ll be back with your partner.” His voice still echoed the lust he felt and he ignored the small seed of anxiety that exposed itself, as it had moments ago in the hall, when he turned his back.

 

Al was still slumped against the wall, looking perhaps a little wary but not defensive or aggressive as Eric returned to the hall. He knelt next to the man. Slightly smaller than his partner, Al was dazzling to look at in the afterglow of orgasm, even disrupted as it was, and Eric couldn’t wait to put that look on his face himself. As he positioned his arms around Al’s shoulders and under his knees, Eric whispered softly against his ear, “Let me tell you all the things I have promised your red-headed frenchman.” He repeated each detail in English as he carried the man to the bed. With each statement his own arousal grew and, as he laid Al out gently on the bed, he was grateful to find that Jean hadn’t used his absence to come to his senses.

[Lady.Taser]

The words were spoken but Al didn't fully register them. It seemed as though promises were made by their thief and Al found he didn't care massively, that is until Jean was picked up. With a whine he protested the loss of his partner's warm body that he was resting against, the finger tracing his skin was hot and the nerves sensitive in the afterglow causing the whine to change meld with a groan that formed in his throat. Resting his head lazily against the wall he watched though dazed eyes as Jean was manhandled into the bedroom.

 

Mere moments later the thief reappeared, Al thought he recognised the man from elsewhere but the moment the hands touched his body and the lips spoke so close to his ear the idea became dwarfed as images depicting the man's words became the sole focus of his mind. All too quickly he felt the bed sheets, cool beneath his bare legs which sent a shiver up his spine. Not really thinking Al kicked of the trousers which were still at his ankles and left them in a dishevelled pile on the bed as he crawled over to Jean.

 

Throwing one leg over Jean so that his knee's rested either side of the man's hips he straddled his partner, arms supporting himself on either side of Jean's head as he slowly kissed the man under him. Tracing his lips and savouring the taste as he moved his right arm to start stroking Jean's arm. The position put his arse high in the air and his shirt slid down his back pooling at his waist.

[SqueezeBabe]

Jean could have cursed himself for a fool… but he didn’t. He had no doubts that what was occurring went beyond the realms of foolishness… but as he felt fingers press against his arse and the velvety voice in his ear, his reason departed him and he didn’t think he’d regret it… much. Jean shivered and the word “promises”, the word was loaded with exactly what it had implied - promise .

 

He was unceremoniously lifted over the theifs shoulder, offering no resistance. A small voice inside his head screamed that he should at least be putting up a struggle, not being carried off like a lamb to slaughter; another part of his brain told that voice to shut the fuck up, taking perverse pleasure in the fact that he was probably leaking cum and fluid all over the expensive leather jacket and that despite all of that, he was still hard

 

The slap on his exposed arse cheek radiated warmth through his entire body; the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, the hardness of his cock now a dull ache. He was thrown onto the bed, and landed with a light bounce, his pants still around his lower legs and his shirt crumpled and disheveled looking. The order to remove his clothes, the promise that he’d return with Al, all caused his cock to twitch almost painfully; he couldn’t remember being this hard before. Whilst the thief left the room to fetch Al, he quickly shed the rest of his clothes, not caring where he tossed them, the same small voice in his head screaming at the insanity of his actions and the other, now louder voice reminding him that he was going to get laid… properly…

 

He’d only been completely naked for a few short moments before the thief appeared, carrying Al in his arms like was a delicate thing. He bit his lip unconsciously, shouldn’t he be the one carrying Al like that? The second Al was on the bed, the man had already shed his trousers and had crawled over to him, straddling his hips. The kiss was slow and hungry and as Jean kissed him back, his hands slid up over the strong arms and then down his back, reaching under the bunched shirt to knead the arse cheeks that were now high in the air, sliding a finger along the puckered twitching hole before pulling the cheeks further apart to put the pink bud on display.

[ravenwyck]

Eric pulled off his jacket as he watched Al kick off his pants. There was a moment of blindness as he tugged his t-shirt over his head. In his haste, the neckline caught on the corner of his glasses. The sight that greeted Eric when he managed to free himself from the confining fabric made his already hard cock twitch painfully. The naked men on the bed made a beautiful pair. Jean spreading his partner open for Eric drew him closer to the bed and he reached a gloved hand out to trace the rounded cheeks hovering before him. He regretted the slight loss in sensation through the synthetic fabric as his fingers slide along the cleft to tease the sensitive hole.

 

With his free hand, Eric reached over to the nightstand. He couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him, but he managed to grab the bottle without looking easily enough. He’d seen it while he was casing the detectives home only a short time before. It was a sobering thought. Just a few minutes ago, he had been sneaking through their house, intent on determining how large a threat they posed to his plans and his freedom. Now he was staring at one of the most erotic scenes he had ever seen. The juxtaposition was jarring when he thought about it, but the thought was fleeting and only lasted as long as it took to kick off his shoes.

 

Eric didn’t make it as far as removing his own pants before he was kneeling on the bed, nudging Jean’s leg wide to make room for himself behind the two men. His right hand slid down Al’s ass and along his thighs, slipping between his legs to cup the man’s sac. Eric’s heart beat like a trapped animal and the adrenaline that had been flowing through his system since he’d first heard the two enter the house ran rampant through his system. At some point the bottle was opened and it’s slick contents spread across Eric’s gloved fingers. The entire situation was surreal and his mind swam in a haze of lust.The small piece of him still capable of logical thought was amazed by the steadiness of his fingers as they gently pressed against Al’s already twitching bud.

 

With a gentleness that was hard to maintain, Eric worked first one finger, then another into the man, spreading him hurriedly, but with exquisite care. His cock throbbed painfully and he gratefully reached into his open pants to free it from the confines of his boxer-briefs. The heavy weight rested in the cleft of Al’s ass as Eric desperately dug at his back pocket, yanking at the wallet there. It was smaller than the billfold he normally carried and held no ID or credit cards. There was some cash, an anonymously purchased public transport card, an emergency contact number that routed to James and activated his emergency protocols, and (Eric thanked all that was Holy) two condoms. Ripping one open with his teeth, he quickly sheathed his hardened length.

 

 

Eric cursed himself as a fool for the hastily made promises in the hall as his cock slowly sank into Al's impossible tightness. Gritting his teeth, he paused when the head was finally past the unyielding resistance. For a moment it took all of his control to stop himself from just thrusting deep into Al's unprepared, but obviously willing, body. He was so painfully aroused that he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Al like some instinct driven animal rutting with no sense of his partner’s pleasure. With a final shudder, Eric pushed the feeling aside. His smile fixing itself back in place and he leaned heavily across Al’s back as his hand slid between the two men’s bodies. His still slick fingers slid across the penii [[[ooc: thats right...I said penii. I’m only sorry that I’m not sorry]]] of the detectives adding to the wetness he already felt against their velvety flesh. Taking the pair in his grip, he slowly stroked them together as he continued his steady intrusion of Al’s ass. The men looked beautiful beneath him and as he paused once more, his balls resting against Al’s spread cheeks, he lost himself in describing the sensation of being buried inside his lover to Jean. His voice a husky french whisper, Eric chided the man gently for allowing his partner to grow so needful, his grip tightening as, at last, he began moving his hips.

[Lady.Taser]

Al shuddered into the kiss as he felt the fingers, first Jean's and then the thief's, run over his hole and cheeks. His lover holding his cheeks open as he slid his tongue into Jean's mouth, intent on exploring and re-memorising it. Tangling their tongues together as his eyes burned with lust. His body didn't even seem to care that it had cum not long before and was already beginning to harden again when he suddenly broke the kiss with a gasp.

 

The coldness of the gel shocked him more than the intruding finger, his hips actually pushing back onto the single finger. Then the second was added and his hips rocked slightly faster and Al licked and kissed down Jean's neck, latching on to a bit of skin by the man's collar bone and sucking it. His right arm moved between them, wrapping around Jean's cock and slowly starting to move it up and down. Whining quietly as the fingers were removed he moved onto another bit of skin biting lightly.

 

When their thief pushed into him Al stopped biting and rested his head on Jean's shoulder, his left hand clutching at the sheets. It happened so slowly and Al almost forgot to breathe before he slowly took a deep breath. The hand around Jean's cock tightened as he moaned feeling the thief's cock pushed further in. The gloved hand which grasped both of them caused him to groan with wanting and release Jean's cock, now using both hands to grasp at the bedsheets. His hot breath coming in short pants againts Jean's neck.

 

He could hear french again and he could tell it wasn't Jean, the same tone of lust in the words as the promises that were made to him. Finally after excruitating moments of stillness the thief began to move. Al's pants now seemed to come in time with the thrusts moans intermixed with the pants, his own hips pushing back and forth in time with the rythym the thief set.