Commissioned [completed]

Chapter 27 - The barn

"I got a place," Sodo kicked the bike back into gear and turned away. "Where'd you get hit?" he asked as the motor quietened leisurely.

"Arms, calf, nothing serious, you?"

"Caught one in the hand," he broke from the treeline into an open field. You looked, and the side of his hand had been clipped, black blood trickling onto the bike handle.

"That was incredibly stupid, huh? Going to the authorities, you're never supposed to go to the authorities about another cop," you sighed deeply, "guess, I kinda hoped for more..." you grimaced.

"Can't fault you for hoping things were different, Bait," Sodo's voice softened, and his speed slowed. Ahead a dilapidated barn was open. Sodo drove straight in, easing to a stop.

You were welcomed with the scent of hay, rotten wood and machine oil.

"Fuckkk." Your shoulders finally sagged in relief, and Sodo kicked out the stand before he lazed back into you. "I can't believe we just did that."

"What was that about considering?" He murmured, his helmet at your shoulder. The engine's rumble ended with a flick of his keys.

"Huh?" You were still reeling; the last half hour was a blur.

"Looks like I have more reason to screw around with the cops, at least," He pulled off his helmet and let it fall to the ground before letting his head rest against you agian. "We made it out, Bait," his claws lightly skimmed your knee, his blood painting your overalls. "Didn't you say something about that...?"

"Oh," then you remembered. He had not been joking then—he was really asking to fuck after that... "You really enjoyed the chase that much?"

"I don't think I'm the only one—I can smell when you're turned on, you know?" You felt him breathe you in.

You reflected, "All the times you thought I smelt good, huh?" You grimaced, "feels like an invasion of privacy, that an incubi thing?"

"Might be," he lazily traced your thigh with his claw, "you going to deny yourself again?"

You liked the weight of his body against yours; the chase had been thrilling. Your wounds gave a dull ache but weren't enough to deter. He was between your legs—you could say nothing; he already knew.

"I make you wet," he growled softly.

The pain Rhea left behind was still there if you poked it, but Sodo was different. It wasn't love; it didn't seem to have that potential. "I don't want to do something I will regret." You took in the barn around you. Through the broken roofing, you could see the sky had greyed over; it seemed it wanted to rain soon.

"Which would you regret more, doing me or not?"

You heard Papa's call muffled behind the closet door. What would have happened if you had stayed?

"You might have guessed, but I don't mind being a regret," Sodo grinned, rubbing his neck on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay if not; I will always listen to a 'no' no matter how far gone I am," he started pulling away, but you snaked an arm around his torso, pulling him back against you with some force. A groan cut off in his chest. "I still don't know how you do that... what does this mean?"

"I just... I won't stop you."

"Won't stop me?" He frowned, "I'll admit I'm not really getting consent vibes from that, Bait."

"I.. don't want to do anything I will regret... but you can do... whatever you like."

There was silence; he softly returned to running his claws against you. "Is that a very coy way of asking me to touch myself for you? Bait?"