Foes, Friends and Family [ SapphireD910 & Uzaki, 18+]

[Uzaki]

 

 

 

Name: Gabriel Picket

Sex & Position: Male, Seke

Age: 26

Height & Weight: 5ft 9in, 175lbs

Eyes: A dark blue.

Hair: A deep auburn color.

 

Likes:

+Honesty

+Animals

+Applepie

+Hot Showers

+Winning

 

Dislikes:

-Losing

-Winter

-Lying assholes

-His stepfather

-Abusing power

 

Personality: Gabriel Picket is an open and chatty guy, he's charming and sociable and isn't shy around crowds or strangers. He has an air around him that makes people relax in his presence and open up when they meet his soft smile and handsome face. In most situations he appears calm and collected, level-headed and not one to jump to conclusions.

Beneath his charming surface he's judgemental and quick to divide people into different categories of either being useful or useless, intelligent or idiot, strong or weak. He's smart, aware of his good looks, and his decisions are thought through and calculated for the best possible outcome for his own gain. Gabriel has a moral code of always upholding the law and doing the right thing, no matter the situation. There are many people he's friendly with but not many people he's friends with. Most of his colleges like him, a few thinks he's full of himself and a narcissist. People forget that he's smart and underestimates him, something he's aware of and uses whenever possible.

 

History: Gabriel comes from an upper class family, his mother was mayor for a period but then stepped down when her husband and Gabriel's father died in a shoot out at his work as a detective. He has always been popular and is used that to get his way or getting what he wanted. Early on in life he decided to become a police detective like his father, something his mother didn't want for him as she'd rather see him rise in politics. He's worked his way up quickly through the ranks to become a detective.

He's had a string of brief lovers but never anyone he actually loved more than himself and his career.

 

Random facts:

*Gets lonely and sad sometimes and numbs that with drinking and mindless sex with strangers.

*Hates his stepfather, he's convinced his stepfather is a leech, a gold digger.

*Believes people only like him for who he pretends to be.

*Loves animals, watches a lot of cat-videos online.

 

It was late, well after 7 PM, when Gabriel finally gave up looking through the local police records. It had been a long shot that he'd actually find anything in the vast database, or even that the two unknown victims found in the harbour area would be convicted in the first place. They were most definitely involved in some shady business, both of them had an unregistered gun in holster, but not every shady character had a record. The two were found on their knees and shot in their faces, making identification difficult. Sending out a photo of their faces would have been macabre, it wasn't a pleasant sight, so no help through photo ID. Whoever had shot them hadn't wanted to make it easy for the police. No wallets, no phones, nothing but two bodies in a ransacked warehouse.

 

Leaving the police station Gabriel glanced toward the sky, watching the dark clouds that had built up throughout the day. Now they looked heavy and pregnant with rain, dark and low against the evening sky. A wild wind swept through the street and tugged at people and their clothes, whipping up trash from the ground. He pulled up the hood of his sweater over his head, tucking in his auburn hair, and zipped up his leather jacket before he started walking. He only lived a thirty minute walk from work so he usually walked, it usually helped clear his head.

 

The late summer evening was cool, the sun had been absent the whole day so the morning air had never warmed up. It was the wind, however, that made it feel so much colder, the almost aggressive puffs of air blew through sweaters and pants. Gabriel saw a few people wearing shorts and skirts, it didn't look very warm.

 

He smiled to himself, gloating in their obvious discomfort, and took out his mobile to check the time. A fat drop of water landed on the display and he wiped it off, then within a second two, three more. Shit. Tucking the phone away again he picked up his pace, hoping he'd outwalk the rain.

 

Then the sky opened up and it went from a few drops to full on pelting downpour within five minutes. People fled in panic. Gabriel looked around and spotted a corner of a building ahead with a doorway in angle to the street with maybe a square meter of space safe from rain. He hunched over and ran, keeping an arm over his eyes and keeping his head down to not get rain water in his eyes.

 

Making it over to the doorway he half-jumped the last bit, onto the flat tiles in front of the door, and straight into someone's back. “Fuck, Sorry.” he mumbled, automatically apologising, taking an unsteady step back and looking up, blinking away the rain that had gotten into his eyes anyway.

[SapphireD910]

 

Name: Hayden Vice (true name Pierce)

Position: Seke

Height & Weight: 5’11”, 187 lbs

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Dusty blond (streaks of platinum to brown)

 

Likes:

Respect

Body Art (perm or temp)

Black Coffee

Japanese Gardens

Fluffy Bedding

Cool Summer Nights

Reading

 

Dislikes:

Liars

Feeling Powerless

Harm to Those Under His Care/Direction

The Burden of His (True) Family Name and Position

 

Personality: Hayden is cocky and unreserved among his inner circle and those he trusts. His mouth can be unfiltered as he will say that which comes to mind the quickest and easiest. The may be in contrast with his more commonly reserved and cold presentation for those he leads and opposes in his family empire.

 

Leader of the Vice Keepers, a syndicate of the city that, as their name directly states, keep people indulged in their vices. He figures the beak down of order and violence in society often comes down to the discontent of those denied simple gratification. Drugs, sex services, gambling, etc., as long as everyone agrees to pay and participate, he’d rather keep those close to him and the city as a whole reaping the benefits when he knows without someone like him, someone else will come in with dirty drugs, trafficked slaves, and transfer the funds out leaving this city in ruins.

 

Background: Hayden has inherited this empire from his father. He faces numerous adversaries, even within his “family” that question his immediate ascension as the son, rather than a greater series of votes and competition for the “most fit.” Despite this it’s all stayed as a whisper or less, no one directly challenging him and no words exchanged on any example where he didn’t handle a situation effectively and with the necessary care or force.

 

Because so many people are gunning for him or want to leech off his position, even as the “prince” of his father’s “kingdom” he’s kept most people at bay. He has a few places on the outskirts of the city where he’s respected, but his affiliations are not well tied back to him, and he would like to keep it that way. Maintain those places he can have his coffee and a book in peace. Sometimes he resents being born to this family, but he’s headstrong to exceed the business his father built.

 

His father never wanted to discuss his mother. Hayden found one photo of her while she was pregnant with him and keeps it as a bookmark to the book he’s currently reading. He’s never been told of her death, but he suspects that his father’s work was either the cause or was motivated by it.

 

 

 

Hayden had felt cramped inside, sitting still, unable to find a suitable distraction from his thoughts. His brain seemed to be caving in under accusations, doubts, and a smoldering fury. Between the recent escalation of violent crimes and his new call to leadership, he could understand the desires to escape in a substance, a person, and place of his entire clientele, more than ever before. Maybe his father did it on purpose, sensing that he was contemplating his own way out, searching for anonymity and a place free of expectations that he hadn’t set for himself. It wouldn’t be the first time that Hayden had been within reach of something he wanted separate from his father’s own shit, something that could be his not for some birth right, but maybe despite it, only to have his shoved further away while he was dragged back to his position. After years of battling the only adversary with no price great enough and only one desire, his father finally succumbed to it’s demands; disease. After years of his own vices of smoke, alcohol and women, ironically those deemed legal and fairly accepted as long as he placed his money carefully on the latter. He didn’t hate his father as a man, but he hated being his son. He looked up at the grey sky, prepared to curse him before he opted to address the asphalt and scum spots beneath his feet instead. Old man couldn’t live a simple life, and if you weren’t happy why should your poorly aimed cum-shot fare any better.

 

At this rate thoughts of the recent brutalities were an ease to his mind. Though none of his people or sources seemed to be targeted, it was pretty rare that anything this deliberate and grotesque happened, especially so deep in their territory. It was all stirring up talk among Vice on whether he was adequate to carry the weight of those who depended on his success. It couldn’t come at a worse time while he was just ascending. Some of his men were suggesting these killings were baiting him, using it as an opportunity to dig up dead-end concerns that they couldn’t survive with their foundation of morals and limits with their kind of work. The traffickers had better prices, the laced drugs kept clients coming back more desperate. Get someone hooked enough and you’d have an easy prostitute. A prostitute too fucked, figuratively and literally, wouldn’t have much sense to demand their cut. Then the cycle of profits and distribution would continue.

 

But if he allowed himself to accept those terms he’d find himself in a cesspool, desperate to escape his own misery in the dirty shit, which is where many of the nastier approaches were weeded out; self destruction. Violence though was a bit different, where the mind, while twisted, could still be clear and tactful. The images flashed before his eyes again, causing a sharp pain behind his eyes; those men, their faces. He should have been more disgusted by the gore of it, but most of his discomfort was the message being sent and walking around without knowing who was sending it. Someone out there had his address, and it was only a matter of time before they might want to visit him personally. Maybe he would be snuffed out before he had to watch everything crumble. “Damn, that sounds suicidal.” That was the last place he was interested in going. He’d bleed out fighting before going at his own hands.

 

As he scoffed at his own pitiful thoughts he felt a cold tap to his head and something slide over his scalp and down his forehead. Looking back up he realized those deep grey clouds were brimming with what was sure to be a heavy rainfall. He hadn’t exactly dressed for a far walk in the rain, but he had drifted pretty far from his apartment building. Clutching his trentch close and continuing to look up the sky split open and the droplets continued to grow. “Well fucking fine,” he spat, lazily leaning into a building he was passing with a slight overhang. He leaned over to shake the droplets from his bangs and wipe his face. He nearly toppled forward, unbecoming of a man of his stature and reputation, as a body collided with him from behind. His reflexes had him turn in defense, though the back of his mind could sense that it was not an attack of any form before he even laid eyes on the person.

 

“I don’t fucking believe it,” he said, his tone taking a light tone that felt and sounded like a completely different person. “Picket?” He couldn’t suppress the mischievous grin that overcame his features at first. He turned his face down the street as the other man straightened himself out to hide it. His chest started thumping with memories of the last time he’d been in person with the other man. Those memories managed to curb the smile from his features into a much more complex expression. “It would take a pretty bad storm to bring the boy scout into the company of this scoundrel.”

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[Uzaki]

It was the voice Gabriel recognised first, before placing the face in front of him, and a feeling of nostalgia overcame him. He stared, mouth parted in slight shock before finally schooling his face into his usually stoic mask. The one his partner called 'bitch face'. His partner was an idiot however, a more experienced detective but an idiot none the less, so it was only another annoying trait he'd discovered about his partner.

 

“Hayden.” he said, voice much softer than he'd liked. It was quite the surprise, running into his old whatever they were or had been before. Gabriel knew, or had guessed, the other lived in the city, his family and their 'business' was here after all and he was pretty sure Hayden's old man wouldn't let his son run off somewhere. “Scoundrel? I'm not sure that's the word I'd use.”

 

Hayden had always had a way that made Gabriel slightly irritated but at the same time impressed. It was the way the other had always been, arrogant and impudent but also charming and so damn sure of himself. He was always himself, like Gabriel but at the same time not like Gabriel at all.

 

Taking another step back to create some space between them he looked the other over, eyes sweeping over his form and taking in the state of him. “You look...” surprisingly good, tired, the same “...older.” he settled for and crossed his arms over his chest. The leather jacket creaked softly, hardly heard over the sound of rain and traffic in the street. The smell of wet asphalt and summer rain was all around them. A few people with umbrellas scurried about, cursing when their shoes were swallowed by the streaming water flowing toward the storm-water drains.

 

“I don't fucking believe it.” he parroted Hayden's words back at him and couldn't hold back a cocky smile.

 

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[SapphireD910]

That voice… even in its coldest delivery made the corner of his mouth turn up, but his name from those lips triggered something even deeper. Given his current circumstances Gabriel was the last person he wanted to… burden. To see him almost seemed predictable, inevitable. But it would surpass all other sins of his to lie and say seeing him was the last thing he wanted. He wanted it every day. It was going to happen at some point. Just now, it seemed a bitter joke. He’d likely get to know the entire police force eventually, and they’d know of him, but this was the only one he’d let himself get the least bit excited for. Still, this life of his had severed things between them once before, he didn’t want to have that again. So, why did it have to be him, here, now? And why does he look so fucking good right now?

 

“Not scoundrel eh? Bastard maybe suits me better. Asshole?” His hand swept over his forehead and brushed back the dusty blonde bangs hanging heavy around his face. Hayden figured if he laid it on thick enough on himself, whatever the other man had to say would only fall short. But that wasn’t true. Gabriel could call him a meanie or a bully and the black hole in his chest may still vomit forth a feeling of injury to his pride. So many people demanded things of him, but the only person he could recall finding joy in even attempting to impress was standing in front of him right now.

 

The droplets that still hung in the other man’s hair distracted him a little. He remembered how the other man loved hot showers, coming out of them still damp in places. The many fantasies those images had fueled almost made him shudder. The thoughts caused him to chew on his inner lip, straining not to drift too far down that path. Maybe later he could…

 

“Ugh… I’m sure the wrinkles are starting to pile on. We can’t all be like porcelain.” Hayden’s tongue unconsciously darted out, running along his lips as his eyes traveled from the exposed skin starting at Gabriel’s collar, to his throat… jaw… lips. He felt everything tingle like he was some hopeless kid when his eyes locked onto that cocky smile on those lips. They looked so soft. His eyes continued further, settling with their eyes on one another. “Some guys just get better with age.”

 

Hayden tried to coolly lean his back to the wall of the building. “Were you… heading somewhere?...” He let out a small snort. “You know, before the heavens decided to take a huge piss?” Why’d he always say shit like that around Gabriel? Why did the guy have to make it so easy for Hayden to be his crude and cocky self? And why was that suddenly turning him on so much?

 

 

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[Uzaki]

“Somehow I think you've gotten worse with age.” Gabriel returned but kept smiling, no heat in his words. He actually liked the other, or at least he had liked him back then, and it seemed those feelings weren't forgotten. The unfamiliar warm feeling in his chest was startling, not many people in his life were or had been his friends. Or rather, not everyone thinking they were friends with Gabriel were thought of as a friend in return. That was why it'd hurt when they'd parted, because he'd actually given a shit about Hayden, despite their differences.

 

There were some regrets. Not calling, not trying to rekindle their friendship. But the logical part of him, his mind, knew it had been for the best.

 

“I was heading home, it's not far from here.” he answered, shrugging and wet his lips, unconsciously mirroring Hayden. “I suppose you're also heading somewhere and haven't taken to working the streets? Or are you maybe out trolling for some companionship?” It was meant as a barb but the question sounded more like he was flirting, even his voice had turned a bit low, warm, husky. Must be the rain, maybe I'm catching a cold.

 

“Sorry.” he cleared his throat, uncrossing his arms just to have something to do, and hurried to add “It seems I revert back to how we were before, with you.” Some might have felt insulted at the insinuation, people that thought they knew Gabriel would have gaped at the words coming out of his mouth, but somehow even with the time and distance between them Gabriel still fell back right into how they were before. How they had jabbed each other and pushed at each others buttons. It wasn't the same though, they were older and even though they had know each other before, things were different. They were different. Gabriel saw Hayden and recognised the past friend in him he also recognised a new feeling of attraction he hadn't felt or been aware of before, couldn't help but notice that the other smelled and looked good. It was strange.

 

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[SapphireD910]

“Ah! You wound me Gabriel.” Hayden said it dripping with sarcasm, but deep down he did feel a sting from such a response. He should have seen it coming and been prepared. When he tried to be sweet and flattering, Gabriel was usually spicy and biting. When he wanted to play it cool, Gabriel seemed set on lighting a fire under him. The fun conflict, the challenge, it got him more excited than anything he could really recall. It made life simpler in a way; the rival, the ally, the obstacle and the reward, they all became Gabriel. He suspected the man knew it too, but if that were the case, he was being a real asshole, which fit Hayden pretty well.

 

His mood and voice dropped a bit as he spoke again. “Reverting back to how we were huh?” A look of recollection clouded his features. That idea was the best one he’d heard in forever. He felt the urge to grab him, run off and do that… only do better than before… do more than before. His chest throbbed painfully, but he resisted moving his body in any way to show it. “I don’t recall you making me sound like such a prostitute ever before. Sure you’re not recalling conversations with someone else?” He bit back at the other man, sucking at his teeth. He was suddenly feeling so eager… it hurt. It fucking hurt a lot actually. To want this man… slinging every quip, barb, down to handfuls of mud at him. His attention was his vice, and he wanted to overdose on it.

 

“I was actually just going for a cup. Sleeps been fickle with me lately, and even when it comes around it only brings me grief. So I figured the blackest brew and a book.” He tapped his chest, the hard tapping sound revealing a small book tucked into his breast pocket. Then he gave Gabriel the straightest expression he’d mustered since they’d collided into one another. “I won’t lie and say that the right kind of companionship doesn’t sound better.” He didn’t necessarily mean it sexually. That was in the back of his mind, sure, but with Gabriel anything would do.

 

 

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[Uzaki]

The smart thing to do would be to just shut this down before it went to hell on it's own. To Gabriel it felt like the threat of it doing just that was looming just at the tip of his tongue, like saying something that would most likely end in an explosive argument, or at the edge of their little safe area, someone from either of their worlds crashing though the curtain of rain just an arms length away. He wasn't sure if he hoped for it or feared for it to happen. His head and heart were at odds.

 

“Perhaps.” he shook his head, refusing to elaborate since he didn't see that thread of conversation leading to anything positive. The nagging was fun, he had always found pleasure in irritating and goading Hayden, something that probably made him an ass-hole in his own way. One of a few quirks that made Gabriel a closet ass-hole.

 

His blue eyes, looking dark as sin in the dim light they were standing in, followed the tapping finger. Sweeping over the fabric stretched across the flat surface that was most definitely a book. It was jarring, recalling forgotten details about the other, such as that he liked to read, and the blurred memories coming together as one clear moment of the many times he'd seen Hayden pouring over a book and holding a cup of pitch black coffee.

 

Throwing caution to the wind and, a bit out of character for his usually calculated way, Gabriel made a quick decision on how to proceed. “I'll be straight with you, Hayden, for old time's sake.” he started, taking a step forward and reaching out to lay a hand on the spot above the book, eyes looking up and meeting the other's eyes. “I can see myself on my knees for you, sucking you off right here where everyone could see, or between your legs in my bed holding you down by your hair or even me bent against the wall in that ally behind me while you fuck me hard enough to bruise.” the images created in his mind from what he was saying caused his body to heat up, colouring his cheeks softly. He wet his lips before continuing.

 

“But I don't fuck people I know or associate with, it always ends in a mess I don't want. So what you can choose from is either a fuck, no strings attached and a 'get out and stay away' when it's over. Or to stay at my place drinking strong, black coffee and reading your book and then spending the night in my comfortable sofa bed. So, what will it be? What do you want?” he questioned, another one of his smug smiles tugging at the corner of his lips.

 

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[SapphireD910]

Was that a fucking offer or just bait for an awful trap? Hayden didn't need such an unfair offer being thrust on him right now. He really wanted all the thrusting he could get from Gabriel, especially given the erection he definitely had. But this wasn't really being offered in kind. His desires were being turned on him. He was in the business of fulfilling many of people's dirty and dark desires. He had drugs and bodies thrown at him all the time from people wanting dibs, extra, or some other special treatment, but this was different, he actually wanted it for one.

 

His blood was pumping in full force giving him an almost drunk feeling. Even in the dim light, if he couldn't make out Gabriel's blush, his expression revealed plenty that he was in a similar state. Hayden gave a dangerous smile and nearly bit through his lip, straining over how to take this shit and loving that look on the other man's gorgeous features in the mean time.

 

After so much time apart due to such shitty options at his disposal, Hayden felt acid in his throat trying to think though this option before him now. To accept this obvious 'fuck you' either way you draw it. Then again, it is what he always wanted. What else was going to happen? He'd have a night away, laying on his couch, taking in his smell, maybe talk about nothing over coffee... and Gabe probably remembered exactly how he liked it too... seeing him in differing degrees of undress, whether they fucked or not. He would have to jerk himself off throughout the night, being so close to him again, to which point he'd opt to leave before the other man woke up anyway. Then would Gabriel want to hang out and just be friends? Talk about how he busted some guys selling the other day and he'd reply laughing, 'those were my guys.' Or he could have one hell of a fuck and leave the guy to live his life the way he obviously wanted it... him at a distance. Wasn't he going to get pushed away in either case? How the fuck is that a choice?

 

"Fuck Gabriel!" He reached for a beltloop in the other man's pants, dragging him closer. "Okay." He reached out to touch those lips before roughly grabbing the back of Gabriel's head and pulling him into a violent kiss. Thrusting his own back to the wall, while keeping Gabriel pressed tight against him, he thrust his groin into the other's. His tongue darted out as invitation to the other man to his mouth. He loved a good and aggressive kiss, like fucking with only your mouths.

 

He pulled back, tugging Gabriel's lip between his teeth, nearly breaking the skin, his eyes wet and a sneer across his face. He may have become impossibly hard at Gabriel's lewd proposition, but he felt what he'd done to the other man too, bringing him mild satisfaction. He laughed bitterly falling back against the wall, face red and hair disheveled. "I'd rather you really hate me, than go on like I'm no one. But if you want it that way, want me to just fuck you and fuck off... I'll let you win." He smirked again, a glint of something in his smokey eyes flickering bright; pain or pride or something else. "Otherwise, I'd really like that coffee... even if I have to keep my hands to myself the rest of the night. In fact I kind of need it now." He adjusted his pants for emphasis. He wasn't sure he was going to make it anywhere alive after that move but that was fine at this point.

[Uzaki]

The jerk at his belt had Gabriel half-stumbling into the other, both hands automatically went up and pressed against Hayden's chest to brace against the forward momentum. Then before he could react further warm lips found his and he opened his without a thought, pushing back into the kiss roughly and couldn't help a light jerk in his hips. Seeking some sort of friction and heat against the quickly hardening erection in his pants.

 

A soft moan escaped as he was let go, eyes droopy, before he schooled his face and pulled back further taking his hands with him. Eyes flickering over the state of his old friend, lingering a moment too long on his obvious excitement. Gabriel wasn't in a much better state himself but he focused on the irritation he felt, the hot simmer of anger in the pit of his stomach.

“You dick.” he sneered, fists clenching and itching to punch the other in the face for being an idiot. “You're far from 'no one'. But the world I live in, the world you come from, it's not the basis for an epic friendship. It's the basis for a mess of epic proportions.”

 

Gabriel closed in on the other again, like a moth drawn to a flame, and grabbed a hold of Hayden's shirt collar. Bunching the fabric in his fist and just holding on, holding the other or himself in place, he wasn't quite sure which it was. There was still a big part of him that wanted to simply walk away, just drop this before it snowballed into something he couldn't control any longer. Before it was sure to bury his good sense beneath a shit load of mess. His heart though was still reeling from the kiss, thumping hopefully inside his chest and whispering 'maybe/perhaps' to his mind.

 

“I'm not playing with you, Hayden.” he explained, face softening into something honest. “I would like to spend time with you, a night or an evening, but that is all we should allow. For our own sakes.” he was sure the other knew he was right even if it was idiotic doing it like this. Perhaps it was unfair, to both of them, but why couldn't Gabriel be selfish once in a while? Outside of their little nook the rain started to drop in intensify, the aggressive downpour lessened until it was a steady rain.

 

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[SapphireD910]

Why did Gabriel have to be so fucking right and he so fucking wrong? Since he met him this seemed to be how they fell in the great game board of life. Not just about him being an idiot; Hayden knew he had pushed that button of being nothing and no one to the other man in spite to get a rise. Gabriel's admission that he filled some nights with strangers and felt better keeping it that way over letting him in, even if he were the riskier option in all honesty, struck a chord for Hayden... with a mallet. For just a moment he thought maybe he'd fair better taking a friendlier route over his libido and win for both. Maybe the other man would invite him in, give him his cup of black fuel and over the course give up and fuck him anyway, and want it that way... again, and again...

 

He looked at the alley that had been gestured to before; too narrow for a car, with a couple of dumpsters. He licked his lips recalling the delightfully lewd comments before. He'd fucked and been fucked in spots like that before, and he'd admit, but not in here and not for some time. More so to prevent issues with his reputation and business with some rival claiming how he got a taste of him like a whore. Many guys he associated with through Vice were up for a number of things, but they were the types to deny they took it up the ass and still had the nerve to judge those they fucked. They felt they were no longer a threat after someone found out they liked their prostrate tickled. He just didn't need some asshole recalling a session or how they saw him over a negotiation and trying to use it to fuck with him in the way he didn't like.

 

When Gabriel grabbed him by the collar he was throttled back to attention. He felt an indescribable heat come over him; embarassment, anger, longing, and passion all bring his blood to a roaring boil and heating his skin. A flicker of a thought to the things that had brought him outside returned and he averted his eyes. He wanted to be an ass and drag the man in front of him kicking and screaming into his life. Into his shit. Not feel alone in it anymore. Tell him he was the tip of the family tower and there was no one to deny him Gabriel except Gabriel himself. But even his position in the crime world couldn't change the opposition between both their lives, it only make it worse. It could only make someone close to him a bigger target. Since when did he care enough to not spread the misery? Only this fucker it seems.

 

"You're right as usual," he sorted with a cheeky grin making no effort to get out of the other man's grip. "But I just have to see what I can get away with. Thought maybe I could play my cards right and get both options in a way." His digits played between his lips and teeth, a habit of thought and an oral fixation. With most people he'd suppress it, but he didn't care about letting the other man see him think and hesitate a bit. "So Officer Picket, your winning streak is still going strong." His voice dropped under the weight of strain and lust. "So where would you prefer to go and make an epic mess out of me?" Redirecting those words was probably going to finally provoke that punch. That would actually put a damper on his arousal. He hoped he could just suffer the other man's wrath through his cock. If he could only expect it for tonight, he hoped they'd both at least part complete wrecks from the encounter. "Lets see if you can manage to ruin me more than I already am."

[Uzaki]

Gabriel flashed a predatory grin and let the other go, and in contrast to the tension between them and the thrumming in his blood he carefully smoothed out the wrinkles he'd caused with his hold. The fabric was soft between his fingers and this close he could smell the other, feel his heat radiating and hear his breathing. The hazy curtain of rain that had blanketed them from the outside had diminished and their private space were back out in the open. Still, there were little people around.

 

“Greed, Hayden, it's a slippery slope.” he commented and took a step back so there were enough space between them for it to be proper. He doubted any of his colleagues would be around or even recognise him like this, standing in an ill lit corner entrance, but Gabriel was a careful guy. He'd always been careful with letting others actually see him or know him. It wasn't like he kept things secret or went out of his way to hide his true self, he just preferred to keep his thoughts personal and work and private life separate.

 

This was a strange concept at work, most of the other detectives were over sharing most in their life.

 

“Yes, you know how I like to win.” he said but didn't really feel like he won, it felt a little weird beneath the thrumming of lust in his stomach. “If I am allowed to chose, I want you in my bed.” there was no hesitation, though the alley fuck was exciting it wasn't something he wanted for them, despite his previous barb about Hayden the other wasn't a whore and shouldn't be treated as such. Despite Gabriel trying to keep his emotions out of this thing he didn't deny he cared about the man.

 

He faced away, toward the streets and looked at the sky, before he let any of his mixed emotions show.

“It's letting up. Let's go to mine.”

 

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[SapphireD910]

The mention of Gabriel's bed shook Hayden. He definitely would prefer his back or knees digging into a mattress, tangling in sheets, hands able to run over the other's completely bare body and feel his hands on his skin, than pressed against some alley wall or even on his knees, trying to ignore the smells. He definitely felt a mix of disappointment and desire. The last thing he expected was a chance like this, with Gabriel. Maybe life was throwing him a bone, literally, before he buckled under the weight of his true world.

 

Hayden couldn't deny that even just looking at the other man, he wanted to sweep his hands through his hair, taste those lips again. His thoughts seemed rather affectionate and sentimental given that they were about to fuck, something his mind normally couldn't bypass around Gabriel. It had just been so long, he found himself thinking about different things he wanted after so much time apart. At the other man's quip of winning he smirked, sometimes he felt the other man was a poor winner, even though he was so good at it, least around him. Maybe Hayden just made it easier for Gabriel to get his way with him. Gabriel did get rather smug about winning, but Hayden said it, he wouldn't fight him on it. He'd done wrong by Gabriel before, giving him whatever he wanted now was the least he could do, and for that want to be him, almost seemed too good for him.

 

"Sure you want me seeing where you live? Maybe you'd feel better blindfolding me." It was a tease, but Hayden liked the idea too. He didn't let many take him, have control, and even less he could imagine having that much power over him. He was relieved that Gabriel said he was close, Hayden was only working himself up for Gabriel at this point.

 

He seemed to watch Gabriel, noting the way he did anything but look at him. He snorted, not really that surprised. He reminded himself... it's this... then you leave him alone. Go back to your own shit that you have to deal with, and let him deal with his. This will feel real good, but this isn't yours to continue enjoying. You missed that chance some time ago.

 

"So... ah... how long have you been here? I don't remember this... from before."

[Uzaki]

He laughed. A short burst of sudden laughter, before centering himself and glancing back at the other. The things that his lost friend said, so unexpected that there was no time to brace for it. Or maybe it was the other people in his life that were dull enough that he'd lost his edge. It was the mental image of him trying to lead the larger male down the streets wearing a blindfold that had him still smiling.

 

“I changed squad when I got promoted, and moved at the same time.” further away from dear sweet mother, it was left unsaid and he briefly wondered if Hayden remembered his mother and her codes of conduct. He didn't want to be thinking of her right now so he refocused on Hayden.

“I wouldn't blindfold you. Maybe tie you down so you can't move...” he mused, wondering if the other would let him do something like that, trust him enough. Sex could be very intimate, not just being naked and bare with someone else but allowing someone to see what you desire and trust enough to expose that. It was easier with strangers for Gabriel, easier to let go with someone who didn't care about why or how or after. “...but I would have you look at me. Looking at me making a mess out of you... Come now.” he said, cutting himself short, and started to walk down the street, assuming the other would follow. “We're wasting time.”

[SapphireD910]

It wasn't much of a surprise that Gabriel had taken a great opportunity to move, especially further from certain family members. Hayden recalled that was something the two of them had in common; a dislike for at least parts of the families they were born to. He recalled how he used to think, even as just friends, the two of them running off and telling the rest of the world to fuck themselves, and the two of them could just go fuck each other. Two horny and stubborn brats, acting like teenagers even into their mid-twenties.

 

At his blindfold comment Gabriel turned to thoughts of tying him up, which instantly turned the dirty-blonde's throat to a desert. He liked the images that brought to mind, such as his old friend bouncing atop him, or sliding deep inside of him, unable to direct any of the action, left to the other man's will. Something he'd never do... with anyone else at least. Maybe once they were inside, he'd find out if he could agree to it tonight. "Don't cops usually go with cuffs?" he mused, the smile on his lips likely sounding in his voice. He however had no words for the other man's wishes to look at him in the act, making a mess out of him as they'd been referring to it this whole evening. He'd hope so, but to say it like that held deeper meaning for him. This was becoming less and less of a simple fuck, not that it was simple to begin with. He felt a quiver in his jaw. For a man who proposed this sexual rendezvous with the condition they keep it simple and immediately put distance between them, he was tugging at a lot of intimacy and sentiment that swelled in Hayden's chest. Maybe he'd get all of this out of his system and make it easier to work and focus.

 

He snorted a bit at Gabriel's grumble of time being wasted. Was he only getting a set time to spread his legs before he'd be shoved out the door? Or did the man simply want as much of this night that he could get? This was such a mistake the more Hayden thought it over and yet he wanted to make it in the worst possible way. "I'm following your lead," Hayden teased, before they reached the entrance to what had to be Gabriel's home. Being let in he skimmed the interior, aware this was the only time he could expect to see it.

 

He shrugged off his trench, making sure the book kept it's place in his pocket. He hadn't realized until they were inside how much water had clung to his body. He kicked off his shoes near the entrance, used to more places that asked for that than not. Turning back to Gabriel he gave a soft smile, different from all the cocky grins and smirks thus far. Approaching him, he cupped his cheek and leaned in to capture his mouth in another searing kiss. Breaking their kiss ever so slightly, lips not even an inch apart, he spoke in a whisper, "So this bed of yours?"

 

 

 

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, had to share, my radio started playing "Ordinary World" by Duran Duran while I wrote this, just as he muses about Gabriel wanting to look at him... not cool, not cool at all... so many feelings!

[Uzaki]

Apartment layout:

 

 

Stepping out of his shoes Gabriel pushed them with his feet towards the wall, beneath a small shoe rack with a couple of other of his shoes on it. The warmth of his apartment was welcome, the rain was cold despite that it was still summer, and the short walk had both of them wet. The front of his jeans were clinging to his thighs, slick with water, and drops ran down the leather of his jacket as he took it off and hung it up. At least the hoodie he wore underneath was dry, except for the hood that had been on the outside of his jacket.

 

He turned around to look at Hayden and paused, a moment of hesitation that the other took advantage of. The kiss brought back the heat from inside that had cooled during their brief walk over here. It was brief and not enough.

 

“Yes.” he husked, slipping his hands down the front of Hayden's chest and around to grab at his backside. With a firm grip on the other's ass he pressed them together, chest to chest, and slowly but undulated his hips and rubbed against the solid body of the other. He go for another kiss but turned his face into the other's neck and bit lightly at the warm skin there, soft hair tickled his face. He shuddered at the thrill and lust that sparked inside him and softly groaned another “Yes.” before stepping back and taking a hold of Hayden's shirt, pulling him toward the bedroom.

 

“This way.” he used the other hand to brush over the erection he'd formed already, opening the fly as they went to ease the pressure.

 

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[SapphireD910]

How had he forgotten how naturally sensual and confident the man of him was. It was like it was something instinctual to him. His prior heat was returning to him in an instant as he felt Gabriel's hands on him and watched the slick way he moves through his apartment, direction and intent without pause. Letting himself be lead to the left of the main room and a short hallway to Gabriel's bedroom, Hayden felt all the hesitation, all the anxiety, and turmoil wash way. Even thinking back to their earlier interaction, he felt now they were both winning and losing in a way. He started tugging at each button to his shirt, all the way to the button on his pants, the pressure of his erection causing that one in particular to excite and relieve him when it pops free.

 

He reaches out to grab Gabriel's hips as they pass through the doorway, to a room dominated by a large bed, turning him around and noticing he's already opened the front of his pants. Hayden nudges their bodies towards the bed. "Let me help you with that," he says as his hand dives down the front of the other man's pants to grope through his underwear. His other hand combs through that head of damp, soft auburn hair and pulls him into another rough kiss. He savors the feel of his lips, so soft but slight rough, possibly due to his rough treatment of them over the course of the evening. Ending their kiss with a large grin, he tugs the hem of Gabriel's slacks and underwear down, exposing his cock. A gentle push gets the other man on his back and Hayden drops to his knees in front of him. He lets out a slight growl taking in his naked waist.

 

He notes mentally that he has nothing smart or sarcastic to say before he takes hold of the man's member and immediately pops it between his lips. I have better use for my mouth than charming him with my snark. He nearly gags himself taking Gabriel to the back of his throat in one go. As he drags back his lets his teeth gently graze over the ridges before sucking deeply on the tip. He repeats his previous attention a few times, feeling a special satisfaction in deep throating his old friend. His eyes wet with lust look up at Gabriel, wanting to watch his response.

 

To some disappointment even to himself he pulls his lips off with a loud wet pop. "You're more delicious than I imagined." He plants a teasing kiss to his swollen tip. Standing up he pulls off his shirt and discards his pants as though them being on his body piss him off. Climbing on the bed, straddling one of Gabriel's thighs and one of his between the other man's legs, reaching to help the man out of his own shirt. Looking the man over, biting his lip with a look not unlike hunger. "Which would you like... at least first... my ass or my cock?"