Red roses oneshots / we happy few

Prompt: first meeting

It was a misty afternoon, rossetti was wandering the streets before he saw a suspicious puddle. He leaned down, then gliding his fingers along the trail of blood leading behind the butchers shop. rose tilted his head like a confused puppy, it wasn't often that there was any blood at all in wellington wells, whoever left this blood must be injured- perhaps injured by a downer. Thats all Rossetti could think about. He stood up and waltzed down the alleyway, smelling an odd smell. Raspberry...? raspberry...

The smell of death flooded Rossetti's nose. He gagged and covered his mouth with one hand, feeling dizzy from the horrid smell alone. He then rushed his other hand into his pocket, pulling joy from it only to drop them onto the blood covered ground. Realisation hit him like a truck. There was blood EVERYWHERE. all over the ground and coating the walls, at the end of the alley there were multiple bodys, some he even recognised. Rose turned around and sprinted out onto the lit street, throwing up the moment he stopped moving, that got constable waterhouse's attention. He stomped over and put his hand on Rossetti's back.

"Are you okay, rossetti?" The other bobby asked, tilting is head

"T-The alleyway- theres b-bodys and- and blood. Oh god theres blood everywhere" rose spurted, wiping his mouth.

"I think your off your joy, bobby." Waterhouse responded. Taking some joy from his pocket and lifting up rossetti's head. Shoving the pills into his mouth. "Swallow." Rossetti hesitantly swallowed the pills, smiling brightly as he stood up straight. "Thank you, i nearly forgot to take it" "yes. I noticed." Waterhouse turned around and walked off, rossetti waited awhile before spitting out the pills, he hadn't swallowed them. "What kind of officer would ignore something this important..." rose said to himself, looking over at the alleyway again. Clenching his fists. "I need to find the bastard who done that.. and i think i know who it was.." rossetti headed to the butchers shop, opening the front door with the little bell above it, ringing out. He walked up to the desk and peered over, everything was spotless- which was weird since this was a place where they butchered animals. Rossetti looked around for anyone before he crawled over the desk, walking into the backroom where reg cutty was slicing away at his meat. Rose knocked gently on the wall, getting reggies attention "scuse' me, are you reg? The owner of this place?" Rose asked. Taking a step inside

"Yes. That would be me, how can i help you officer?"

"Theres some.. suspicious activity going on in the alleyway behind your butchery, do you know anything about it?" Rose made his way closer, putting his hand on the table which held all the meat "say.. what kind of meat do you sell..?"

"beef, sometimes pork.. and sometimes even chicken." Reg eyed rossetti up and down before strolling close to him "i dont know anything, i havent seen anything, and even if i had seen something i wouldnt tell you. Leave."

Rose grabbed reggies arm tightly, towering over him due to the large height difference. "I know what you did. And ill get evidence to prove me right."

"Well..." reg looked at rossetti's name badge "...rossetti. no one has ever noticed, seen, or smelt my crimes before. Not even the joy doctors, wanna know why? Because they are dosed up on joy. Murder isnt a very joyful thing... is it.. at that really makes me wonder- are you on your joy?"

"I-" Rossetti realised the shit he just got himself into, he stared at reggie for a minute. Not knowing how to respond. Rose then noticed reg was crosseyed, that was kinda cute.. Rossetti snapped out of it and growled, "shut it." He turned away and began walking.

"Wait- i need- help-" reggie said, quickly thinking up a reason to get rose to stay. Rossetti turned around, raising a brow. "With what." He growled. "With.. uh... cutting. I keep- i- i always cut my fingers, when im prepping the meat... i could use some extra hands.." reggie took his gloves off and showed Rossetti the scars and stitches on his hands. "I h-have stitches from when i cut my f-fingers off sometimes.."

Rossetti gasped when he saw the scars, immediately rushing over to reg and holding his hands, examining them. "God.. you should see a doctor about this.. did you stitch yourself up?? They look infected..." rose softly grazed his thumbs over the scars, a worried look painted on his face.

"C-can you please help me with my work..." reg asked, his voice fading into a whiney and submissive accent, "oh, of course- do you need me to cut it for you-" "n-no.. i want to do it but.. can you guide my hands..," reggie pulled his hands away from Rossetti, moving back to the table and picking up a large butchers knife. "Just.. hold me.."

Rossetti blushed, blinking twice before walking over, standing behind reggie and setting his hands on the other's. Slowly guiding reggie's hands to cut down on the meat. "Like this..?" Rose whispered. "Yeah.. like that..." reg leaned back into Rossetti. Rossetti smiled at that, his heart fluttering with butterflies. "I like you Rossetti, im not sure i want you to leave.." reg said, his face red with blush now. "I don't think I've ever felt this way for someone" he let go off the knife when he finished slicing it and turned around, putting his hands onto Rossetti's chest "stay with me Rossetti."

"Wh-whoa there.. we just met each other- i don't even know you-" rose got cut off, being guided back and against the wall. "I don't care, i want you" Rossetti blushed heavily at that- not quite sure what to do in this situation, this was definitely not in his training. "W-Wow you sure do like me-" Rossetti stuttered out, putting his hand on reggie's waist. "No ones ever been so.. gosh, i don't know how to explain it-" reg pressed himself against rose, slithering his hands down to Rossetti's hips. "I want to kiss you so bad.." reg whispered, Rossetti looked down at reg, "i don't mind if you do.." reggie immediately pulled rose into a desperate kiss, lifting his own leg up and rubbing it against Rossetti's. "Mmhhf~" The room immediately filled with sexual tension as the two men made out with eachother. Rossetti felt guilty in a way, he was meant to be arresting this man not kissing him. And reg? He felt the complete opposite. He hadn't felt these kind of feelings ever for anyone, he was drawn to Rossetti. Something about him radiated perfectness. The way he could be so demanding and intimidating but also so soft and caring...

The end (YIPPEEE) to be continued ?!