Officer Mako x Reader

Chapter 53: Crazy Yet Clever

[West Republic City]

"Bay View?" Mudo asked curiously when Mako parked outside of an old apartment building overlooking the coast in the distance, "This is where you're stashing her?"
"Stashing would imply that I'm hiding from someone. And I'm not," Mako snapped, dragging Mudo out of the back seat,
"You sure about that?" Mudo chuckled, "We just drove across town for the better part of an hour,"
"Yes, because your blood is all over my carpet and instead of making you get down on your hands and knees to lick it clean, I'm keeping you here," Mako breathed as he shoved Mudo towards the stairs, "Now watch your step,"
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm watching," Mudo scoffed as he stomped ahead with his wrists still cuffed,
"You okay?" Mako asked softly after he took your hand and led you in front of him,
"She's fine," Mudo huffed in annoyance, "Trust me. She's been through worse–
"Does it look like I was fucking asking you!?" Mako hissed,
"No, but being this worried about her wellbeing when I'm the one who just had a bullet removed is a waste of your time," Mudo sighed,
"You're lucky I didn't put two more in you," Mako barked at him, "And best believe, you give me or her the slightest reason to while we're here? I won't hesitate to make sure you end up in a wheelchair," Mako threatened, "Got that?"
"Hmph. Message received. Officer."


[Ucheto's] - balcony

"I made you this by the way," Shah breathed, taking the ring he had carved out of crystals and placing it in Kuvira's hand,
"A ring?" Kuvira questioned,
"Or a nice charm for a necklace," Shah fibbed, "I meant to ask 93 for a chain, but it slipped my mind,"
"It's beautiful," Kuvira grinned, slipping it onto her finger anyway,
"Kind of like a certain Captain I know," Shah winked before stealing one more long and tender kiss. A kiss he made sure Hatir could definitely see from his table through the arched window,
"Hmph. C'mon," Kuvira sighed with a smile, yanking Shah back inside by his shirt,
"Where to?"
"To get a bottle of wine to go. Then back to our room in the Catacombs," Kuvira answered innocently, "You got a problem with that mister?"
"N-No ma'am,"
"Good. Tell 93 to bring our car around,"

[Downtown, Republic City] - Mako's apartment

"Oh god. That is a lot of blood. I'm surprised that man is still standing," Jay scoffed in disgust when he stepped inside and tiptoed around the giant stain, "Okay. Pack her things," he rambled as he rummaged through Mako's room and shoved your clothes into your duffelbag, "And grab two guns," he breathed, "Now, if I were Mako's guns, where would I put myself?" he questioned, sifting through the dresser and his closet just to come up short, "Fuck what the hell does he mean they shouldn't be hard to find?" he huffed in annoyance until your angry voice rang through his head,

Mako has guns taped everywhere! Now toss me the pills.


"Taped. They're taped!" Jay beamed, dropping to his knees and looking beneath the nightstand, "Bingo. Hmph. I gotta hand it to you Mako, you are one crazy yet clever bastard,"


[West Republic City] - Mako's other apartment

"Do these cuffs come off?" Mudo asked frustratedly, "Or do you have any other places you want to stop and parade me around like the town pariah?"
"Oh, they come off," Mako smirked, watching you explore the large living room and balcony like a kid in a candy store, "When she says so," he nodded,
"You can't be serious–
"Hey. You're the one that pissed her off to the point where she had to shoot you. Go make it right," Mako chuckled before stripping out of his shirt, "In the meantime, I'm gonna shower, maybe while you wait, you can work on an apology,"
"An apology? An apology my ass. You know what Viper's like when he–
"Don't want to hear it," Mako sighed as he walked away, leaving Mudo standing in the kitchen completely speechless,
"Oh my god, this place is huge!" you beamed after racing down the spiral staircase, "Feels like I'm in the sky. You can see the whole damn city from h– what the hell are you staring at?" you questioned,
"Hmph. You tell me," Mudo sighed, a tad impressed before taking a seat on the couch, "I'm just trying to figure out how in the hell you got two of Republic City's most violent men to fall in love with you,"
"Mako's not violent," you corrected him pointedly,
"Please. Who do you think raised him?"
"He didn't have a choice. He was eight and had a brother to take care of–
"And yet that doe-eyed knucklehead is nowhere near this place," Mudo snapped, "You don't know Bolin. He was all brawn and no brain, but at least he couldn't be corrupted,"
"Mako's not corrupt–
"Don't be naive dollface," Mudo huffed, "He's a cop. They're all corrupt,"



[Middle Ring] - 8 miles from Crystal Catacombs

"I'm surprised you two wanted to leave so quickly," 93 chuckled, enjoying the soft glow of the full moon as he drove, "Chef Ucheto didn't even get to send out his third course,"
"There were three?" Shah questioned, his eyes widening in shock when Kuvira's hand reached for the crotch of his pants,
"Actually, there were five," 93 answered, "Seared wild kyoshi elephant koi with spicy pickled kelp,"
"Keep him talking," Kuvira whispered in Shah's ear, kissing his neck ever so gently before she dropped to her knees in the backseat,
"Oh Yeah? W-What else?" Shah panted when he felt Kuvira's warm mouth wrap around him after she unzipped his pants,
"Steamed seaweed wraps with a wild crab urchin stir fry,"
"Damn," Shah breathed, resisting every urge to ram himself deep into her throat, "No dessert?" he asked 93 breathlessly,
"Oh, Ucheto goes all out for dessert. He believes it should be better than the meal,"
"Mmph. What dessert did you have in mind?" Shah asked, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head when Kuvira slowed her pace, her every lick making his dick quiver with anticipation. She was toying with him, and Shah couldn't help but love every second of it,
"Well, while you two were talking, I went ahead and put in three orders of the peach egg custard tart with lychee crumble," 93 rambled on,
"God. That's so– sounds...good," Shah heaved, stopping himself from moaning uncontrollably,
"Oh, it's amazing," 93 beamed, "Ucheto torches the crumble just right, it practically melts in your mouth with the nice sweet vanilla crunch,"
"Fuck I– Sounds like we missed– ahh. A-A good meal," Shah breathed, trying miserably to speak as normally as possible, "the umm...duck-onion soup was good though. S-So was that weird salad–
"It was not weird salad," 93 scoffed lightly, "It was ginger-infused pea tendril and hibiscus root salad with plum vinaigrette,"
"Oh my god. D-Does Ucheto have any hobbies?" Shah hissed when Kuvira swallowed him deeper,
"His hobby is being Ba Sing Se's most renowned chef. Dare I say the world," 93 informed him sternly, "He's been perfecting his menu for over twenty years. He even spent a month in Swamp Forest, living off the land and cooking five-star meals with whatever he could scrounge together,"
"A-And you don't think that guy needs a hobby? A month? In a–in a...in a damn forest? I– ahh. Even you gotta admit 93, t-that's pretty uhh...that's pretty crazy," Shah babbled quickly, biting his lip in sheer pleasure. He could no longer concentrate on the conversation, and Kuvira chuckled at how hard he was trying to play it cool. He was close– throbbingly so, and they both knew it,
"You brought a wild shirshu into a residential area, and Ucheto is the crazy one?" 93 questioned,
"I– fuck. I-I apologized," Shah seethed,
"To who? Rohai?" 93 scoffed,
"More or less,"
"Yeah, and then you threatened to stick a fork in his neck not even a day later," 93 reminded him sourly, "Hey, he had it coming," Shah gasped, cupping Kuvira's face gently as he finished inside her mouth until she sat up with a innocent grin and retook her seat,
"Hmph. Had it coming," 93 repeated in annoyance, "Why do I have a feeling you say that about everyone?" he asked curiously, eyeing the secret smile on Shah's face in the review mirror,
"Oh, I'm most definitely starting to,"

[West Republic City]

"Look. I don't know what your problem is, but getting in my head and making me doubt Mako? Won't help you," you snapped back at Mudo, "Besides, I seem to remember a certain someone admitting to me in a puddle of their own blood how they couldn't wait to see Viper and my brother take their last breaths," you reminded him sharply, "So by that logic, whether you like or not, you're on our side. Fucking act like it,"
"Alright," Mako sighed when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, "What did we decide? Cuffs on or off?"
"Hmph. On," you answered frustratedly,
"What!?" Mudo scoffed, "Cupcake, listen–
"End of discussion," you replied sternly before heading toward the balcony and closing the sliding glass door behind you,
"Looks like on it is," Mako smirked, "I'm guessing, you didn't apologize," he teased while rummaging through the freezer,
"She wouldn't have taken it anyway," Mudo huffed in annoyance,
"Probably," Mako shrugged, "Only one way to find out," he chuckled,
"Pass,"
"Oh really?" Mako smirked, "Because I was thinking about grilling up these steaks here, and the first person to apologize gets the biggest one,"
"Got any liquor to go with that?" Mudo asked,
"Uhh. Let's see," Mako answered as he flung open the cabinet above his head, "Half a bottle of whiskey. A third of rum and...would you look at that, an untouched bottle of Maszi bourbon," he smiled, "Imported,"
"I'll take the bourbon. Neat," Mudo breathed before he stood,
"One bourbon," Mako nodded, pouring heavily into the short glass and popping in a straw, "Neat. Now, that apology better be good,"
"Oh, it'll be glowing," Mudo chuckled, sipping quickly before making his way to the balcony,
"Enough to get those cuffs off you?"
"Hmph. A mule can only hope,"