From Your Wires to Your Core

An Awkward Encounter

Reed smirked over his fifth beer as he watched Tina dancing with some girl she'd found. She was grinding down on the sandy-haired woman, who gripped her slim hips and rocked. It was rare for Tina to go for a Tom-boy. Usually she preferred the pretty girls. The ones in short skirts with long legs. He was so busy keeping an eye on Tina that he didn't notice the person pressing up behind until firm hands had gripped his hips and dragged him back to grind against a hardened lump.

"Good evening, Detective," a familiar voice purred right in his ear. His heart almost jumped into his throat as he felt the warm, teasing breath. He wasn't sure whether it was relief or lust. He relaxed against Anton, an almost sultry smile tugging his lips as he tilted his head obediently for the lips he knew would press his tender flesh. It was an old dance. One they'd done hundreds of times over the years. The only difference was they took a little more time these days. More teasing and thorough, less quick fucks in the back alleys.

"The phck are you doing here, Anton?" He had to raise his voice a little to be heard over the music. It was a pumping bass in his chest. Anton didn't seem to feel like responding as he leaned low over his shoulder. Firm hands slowly began pressing and circling on Reed's smaller hips. He couldn't help it as he rocked back, biting his bottom lip as he felt the solid lump press against his ass and slide lower. He looked over his shoulder and was met with mischievous chocolate eyes and a seductive smirk.

"I had some business...Before you ask, no. Still nothing for you...Well, nothing for your case," he added as he rocked his hips, letting Reed feel without a doubt that he had at least one thing to give him. Reed held back a moan, though he doubted Anton would have heard it over the noise of the busy club anyway. He sighed and closed his eyes. This is a bad idea. He'd decided a long time ago that this thing had to stop. They had a working relationship now. It wouldn't be right to get involved. How many times have I said that over the years?

"Phck!" Reed moaned as Anton bit down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sucking and kissing the pale skin. That was a dirty move. Anton knew that was a weak spot. Reed felt his pants tighten painfully and turned in his strong arms. A knee slipped between his thighs before he could even think to close them. "Last time," Reed grumbled in warning, watching Anton smirk. Familiar words. Familiar touches. It was almost like old times.

"That's what you say every time, Tesorino." He didn't give him a chance to respond as he leaned in and kissed him. Everything in Reed's head briefly screamed at him that this was a bad idea, but as usual, he ignored his better judgement. He was hungry for it as he kissed back, battling Anton's tongue all the way. It was almost like fighting for dominance. Of course, Anton won in the end, but he always enjoyed the fight. It made the feeling of Reed finally melting in his arms even more satisfying. Reed was soon clinging to him, breathless and needy as always, so desperate to be fucked. He always waited until he was desperate to come to these places.

"Your place?" Anton murmured in his ear, feeling Reed nod his agreement before he half carried him through the crowd. Reed managed to shoot Tina a quick text to let her know, though from what he'd seen earlier, she was set for the night anyway. Anton hailed a taxi and almost threw him into the backseat. Their lips barely parted the whole way. Anton paid wirelessly with his card before helping him stumble up the path to the door. His heart was racing so fast he felt like he was in his twenties again.

Reed somehow got the door open before stumbling inside, instantly finding his back against the wall. Lynx prowled over briefly, scanning the two humans. They were both authorised to be there. Reed was the house owner, and the other man was a semi-regular guest. He turned and continued his patrol, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to scan the figure that had appeared at the top. It was the RK900, registered to Reed. He was authorised. Lynx continued on his way. Finally in his house, Reed let loose a little. A needy moan escaped his lips as he clung desperately to Anton's larger shoulders. Anton had no trouble lifting him. Reed's legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they continued to devour each other in the middle of the living room.