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Disclaimer: I do not own Heavy Rain, and am not affiliated with Quantic Dream, or Sony. (Sad to say) I do not own Norman Jayden, Carter Blake, or any offical characters contained within. I earn no money from this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Rating: M
Warnings: Cursing, sex between two men, (In later chapters.) and oral sex/anal play between two men. (YOU READ RIGHT.) :D Oh and some bathroom humor...These ARE men, afterall.
Author's Note: This took a little longer then I originally anticipated. It took a little while to refine it to where I wanted. I'm happy with the result, however. :3
"True friends stab you in the front."-Oscar Wilde
U p l o a d e d
Pulling out his keys, Blake did his best unlocking the door with his hands full. For a moment he had to balance the donuts on the car roof, then took them back as he sat inside, sighing at the sheer exertion he had just pulled in order to get this kid his goddamn food.
He had to fight the urge to not face-plant himself into the donuts he held, as an insatiable urge to eat filled him once more. Just what the fuck was going on? This really was not normal. Not even in the slightest. Was this one of the side effects of the glasses? He didn't think, for one Norman didn't mention it, and for another he didn't remember the agent eating like a horse when he was on the case. Didn't constantly complain about food one bit. In fact, the only thing he saw the kid eat the whole time was a pack of peanut butter crackers from the vending machine. Even then, he didn't seem enthusiastic about it.
Ignoring it for now, he instead reached into his breast pocket and picked out ARI. The minute he put them on, he looked around in curiosity as he realized Norman didn't appear as normal. A few minutes passed, Carter drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as the awkward time moved along. This was new. Then he heard footsteps, and craned his neck as he heard his passenger door opened, and watched as the dead agent gave him a sheepish look and sat inside.
"Where were you?"
He knew the question was coming, and Norman shrugged a little and kept his head partially down.
"I was…using the bathroom."
Indeed, it had took him a while to get off the toilet. Just when he thought he was finished…Yep, no he wasn't. He kept praying to the God of bowel movements that he'd finish before Blake needed him. Good thing he ended up taking his sweet time. Jayden wasn't sure how it would work out, but he didn't need to be caught with his pants down. Finishing a good five to ten minutes before then, he found himself suddenly in the parking garage beneath the building. It was by sheer luck there was nobody there to see him. He had to search for Blake's car, a hard task considering his model car was the same used for all the higher-ups in the precinct.
Watching as Carter snorted, the older man looked him up and down.
"Taking a shit?"
Norman made a face, that had been crude even for him.
"That's none of your business." Norman muttered, then looked out the window. "…But yes."
The embarrassed agent had no idea why he had the urge to tell the other man that, he supposed it was because he had a feeling he knew, anyway. Why play the coy game now?
Hearing Blake chuckle shortly, his face heated up for the briefest of instances.
"About time, you looked so 'fuck'n constipated these past few days. I was about ready to buy you a bottle of Ex-Lax-"
"Godda'hn, Cartah! Just give me the food!"
"Whoa, whoa, there- where's your manners? I didn't hear you say 'Please. Some thanks I g'het for runn'n around for you-'"
Ignoring the formalities, Jayden reached over and grabbed the donuts that had been balancing on his lap so happily.
Removing the ARI system from his face, Blake folded them up and placed them back inside his breast pocket, an important question on his lips; "You did wash your hands, I hope?"
"Of course-"
The pastry on the top fell victim first. It was another crème filled one, and he bit into it with an animalistic vigor, looking to be filling himself up after being starved- the white frosting squirting out the other end and getting on his hands, where he licked it away with his surprisingly pink tongue. The older cop found himself looking at this with interest, fascinated by the pseudo-sexual imagery with more then just hunger for food. Licking his own lips briefly, he breathed out shakily.
Needless to say, Blake's mouth watered at the sight. A few more bites downed the donut- and watched as Jayden licked away the last bit from his sticky, white fingers greedily. Deja-vu struck him as he wasn't sure to be hungry or aroused by the sight of Jayden swallowing something white and creamy.
"Give me one of those…" He muttered huskily, then reached over, taking the one at the top of the pile.
Together they devoured the small, calorie-and-fat-stuffed meal. It left them remotely satiated, in the end they felt as though they could easily use something more filling. Blake swore he had the desire to rip the last donut from Jayden's hands, finish it, bite-marks and all. He just barely held back.
Without thinking, Norman reached for the coffee in the drink holder in the car's center console. Steam still rose from the top, and he touched the rim to his lips as he sensed its warmth. Taking a small sip, only then did he remember Carter had indeed gotten him the office coffee, it had the same sort of Styrofoam cup- then was pleasantly surprised by its taste. It wasn't amazing, but it wasn't horrible, either.
"What'd you-"
"What kind did you get last time?"
Jayden pondered; then whispered.
"…Dark roast."
"Well, there you go. That's French Vanilla. Why didn't you just try a different one?"
The kid shrugged, and he Norman had to admit he didn't really know. It threw him off so much; he never even considered the plethora of types the precinct offered.
"Christ, Blake. I don't know- Gawd, just-"
"You're welcome, by the way." He said with venom, wiping his mouth with a white napkin to alleviate the strawberry jelly of the last pastry. "Ash was on me about the whole thing, just be glad I got out of there without 'em 'tailing me."
Norman took a deep breath and sank into the car's warm leather seats. He had to admit ever since sitting in the car, he felt altogether wonderful. After using the bathroom he felt relieved, less stressed. Then he put food in his stomach, a warm and tasty liquid to quench his thirst- and company. Carter had long since begun to feel like a necessity. Around him, the withdrawal symptoms lessened and even began to cease. He never went into a full-fledged attack around him. It was something that he noticed on the Origami Killer case, his body always waiting for the aggressive man to leave before his nosebleeds and shakes would come rocketing back to smash his hold on reality.
His own theories included the high levels of testosterone the man practically radiated- like a walking Chernobyl that sent out hormones instead of radiation. Being in his presence made his body tense up and relax almost simultaneously. A part of him keeping on edge for fear of conflict, the other having the urge to become submissive and practically bow to his kingship.
"Thanks." Norman admitted with a soft smile, just the smallest tugging at his lip's corners.
Carter nodded; looking out the window as he desperately hoped the awkward silence would pass soon enough.
"…Sure." He muttered, nodding a little and sitting back in his seat, pulling up on the flaps of his jacket as he straightened himself, sighing heavily.
Looking towards the agent, he studied the fine contours of his face. What fascinated Carter the most was how tired Norman always looked. Dark circles and bags under his eyes even at this age. He seemed to have been put through the wringer and came out pale and sickly on the other side. He blamed ARI, perhaps. Even though the agent may have technically been dead, it didn't stop him from wondering why he seemed so strung out. That scar on his right cheek seemed deep and permanent, and the question loomed on his lips as he sought to ask where it came from. Instead, he sighed again and asked a different one.
"So, this hunger…This part of the side effects?"
The agent snapped out of his daze, yet didn't exactly act all that focused, regardless.
"No. Not at all. If en'ethin', it tends to suppress appetite…So I don't get this, eith'ah."
Watching as Blake sat back in his seat, the tense air in the car increased. The sounds of the leather seats flexing filled the small space they inhabited.
"So, you don't know why I feel like eating a fuck'n horse-"
"No. I'm sawry- I feel the same way, I'm not quite getting-"
"I can tell you the glasses have something to do with it, Norm." He breathed out, grinding his teeth just a bit in irritation.
"This shit didn't start until you came back into the picture."
Sitting back in the seat, he stared ahead blankly as he tried to formulate an answer that could satisfy the lieutenant.
"You're right. I got no fuck'n idea why, though. Like I said, it makes no sense. The ARI can have a drug-induced effect, sometimes making you sick. The last thing it does is grow 'your appetite."
Grunting, the other man shifted in his seat as he tried not to grow irritated with his somewhat unwilling consort blowing him off. Still, he could tell from his expression and hopeless tone that he wasn't being 'bullshat' to. It seemed to bother Norman when he didn't know something, so instead of explaining a better course, he simply ignored it altogether.
"Fine." Carter breathed, and then smirked a little when he remembered the deal. The only reason why he was even still working with the scrawny little bastard.
"Well…" Shifting in his seat again, he sighed deep. "Let's get this show on the road, then."
Smiling subtly, he reached to the side and yanked on the lever that set the seat back. The withdrawals were settling back in again, the beginning stages creeping in. Norman at first had to admit he was a bit too out of it to grasp what was going on, then quickly came to it, wishing immediately he hadn't.
"Do we really have to do this? What if someone-"
Deep down, the profiler knew better then to protest. Knew it would be pointless. That didn't mean that he shouldn't try, that if he didn't at least attempt that his pride would be still somewhat intact.
"Yes, we do. I need some relief- you're bullshit's been keeping me busy all day. It's about time you start earning your keep."
Norman huffed as his face turned deep red, mouth going dry as he parted his lips. A deep swallow made of nerves and embarrassment- shifting in his seat as he looked out the window to see if anybody at all was around. To not only see him alive- but sucking his former partner's dick- would kill him a second time.
Carter put the seat all the way back, then shifted his current seating position until the tracks stopped. To the outside observer, there would appear to be nobody in the car. He couldn't risk being caught like this; he would rather not be called into Perry's office of suspicions of being on the receiving end of falatio by another man… a supposedly dead man… in the parking garage. He couldn't even begin to figure out a way to explain this if he had to.
"Get movin' there, college boy."
For the past few minutes, Norman had been staring at his own feet in the dark. He didn't want to do this at all- not one bit. Scrapping teeth along his lower lip, he took a long look over at Carter and drank in the older man's appearance. Lying there, he was reminded of the two young men he'd conquered. His tired, experienced body similar in more ways then the older man would ever want to admit. Tired, husky air passed his smooth and warm lips. Trailing his gaze down, he saw the man breathing in and out with increasing lust, the bulge struggling to burst through his pants in anticipation.
This spurred the agent on; that the man was hardening up thinking of him. It sent chills up his spine, and felt as Carter's arm reached around and up his back, pushing him towards him- though not forceful enough to move him yet. It was more attractive to the other man if he if he got going all on his own.
Reaching down, the reluctant beracraut found himself oddly motivated. A tightness of his own began to struggle against his pants, and he swallowed the stickiness that clung to the back of his throat. His fingers clumsily, nervously, touched the zipper's pull, fiddling through the cloth's crest to grasp it firmly between his fingers. With some strength, he pulled it down as it went up then down the small hill that was the man's erect dick. That hill jerked and grew as he did this- making a warmth build inside his own crotch, fill his upper torso with what it meant- The implications it held. Blake was getting off on him.
A twinge of power overcame the young agent, and he shifted in his seat. He watched as the lieutenant looked up, his breath hitching and panting as he steadily accepted the stimulation that was on its way. An excitement fluttered through Blake as he watched the kid's long, lean legs step up into the air; then over to his own left. Protest died on his lips as Jayden straddled him, surprising himself as a small, almost girlish squeak of surprise found it's way past his lips as the agent shifted, putting weight on his knees as he lifted his body up as to grab Blake's hips on either side, then pulled down a little.
'Eager little beaver.' The older man thought, a confused and surprised glance finding its way to the younger man's face.
"Just sit 'ti-hight, Cartah." He heard Jayden assure, his voice oddly convincing.
"You won't hafta do a thing…"
Worry began to clutch at Carter as he sat up on his elbows, pulling the blue-clothed arms beneath him and allowing him to see the full extent of the dead man's activities. A slight blush overcame his face as his cock twitched- Norman pulling his hips up and towards himself. This wasn't part of the plan. He honestly didn't expect little Norman Jayden to have that sort of gull. It was embarrassing, and he immediately protested- especially considering what his actions could have meant if he let him continue.
"Whoa- hey! Don't fuck around-" He shook himself out of Jayden's grasp, feeling the actual muscle behind his grip as he yanked and pulled out of the younger man's near-bruising hold. His hips slipped a little from his hands, again feeling the car seat cradling his muscular ass. It was then when he felt the odd sensation of Norman himself putting weight back on his thighs, a shot of arousal shooting up to his crotch that nearly made him wince, but instead he simply stiffened, trying his best to pretend that sensation didn't happen.
Norman growled- a surprisingly interesting sound considering his character. It was quick and light, not deep like the other man's. Yet it got the point across, they locked eyes for a second as Norman quickly remembered to look out the windows, only seeing the figures of people walk a good thirty feet away from their location.
"You want me to do this or not, Blake?" He demanded, louder then even he was expecting.
"I didn't tell you to strip me-" He was cut off as Norman ruthlessly clenched his legs around the man beneath him, hands reaching down to his belt. His breath quickly caught in his throat, gasping harshly as he let the air out with a stifled groan. This shit wasn't okay with the alpha male one-bit; the feeling of being emasculated and dominated seething up from under layers of pride and intense ego.
The only other option was to buck like a bronco to get Norman off, raising his hand he laid it flat on the other man's chest, pushing, yet only yielding him to hit the front of the steering wheel. The area was restricted as it was, and the black ring of plastic was already digging into the younger man's spine. Putting his hand back down as he yielded no results, he sighed in mild irritation as he settled, wincing as his arms finally rolled forward and allowed himself to lay flat again.
Norman worked fast, feeling Carter twist worriedly underneath him in suspicion. It rather satisfied the Fed because subconsciously, it meant the man between his legs had a secret fear of being put in his place. Of one day not being the stronger one of the group. He wasn't used to being challenged, and ever since he came along it made the public defender (and he used that term loosely) uncomfortable. His status in jeopardy. It was possible, the Fed again reasoned, but did nothing to stop him from working at his belt.
The black leather was pulled through the clasp with some difficulty, the primordial sounds from his prey beneath coupled with sensual writhing and pulsing heat. It sent Norman's cock on fire, the wonderful furnace below him rubbing against his firming erection. The kid found himself biting back an approving purr; instead shifting in his seat atop the cop as to not rub crotches. Considering the man's size, it was hard to do. The clasps jingled as they struck one another, and he pulled it looser as he felt the man almost sigh in relief- while then stiffening as he felt the "V" of his now opened clothing widen as he undid the button then unzipped the fly.
"Lift 'ya hips…" Norman muttered, and he almost immediately felt the man grind down into the seat in order to do the exact opposite of what he wanted.
In irritation, Norman did his best to do this for him. Lifting his own ass off the man, he grabbed hold of those hips again; he pulled up against his pushing weight. Yet the man was stouter and stronger as a whole; and it was pointless. He flashed the man an angry stare; his pupils dilated in the dark of the car cabin as his now hungry attitude intensified.
Blake only returned this animosity, wiggling his hips as the kid now sought to simply pull his pants down despite all the pressure he was using to keep his butt on the seat. Reaching up, Blake finally had appropriate use of his arms and fisted the brown hair- now feeling the surprisingly soft locks once again in his possession. His intent had been to yank his head down until his mouth wrapped around his steadily hardening cock- he craved for him to start slathering up and down it like a long, hard candy- but instead felt the desire to feel that hair between his fingers. He'd never felt another man's hair like this…All the times he roughhoused with his brothers and younger friends back in the day- it was never this soft, so pleasant to move hands through.
Trying to pull his head back, Jayden instead followed his grasp and leaned to the right.
"Would' ya rather we cuddle?" He chastised, making the older man snarl.
"Fuck you-"
"That's what I've been try'n to do, Cartah! I told' a to relax!"
A defeated growl, a small sigh, and the hand fell from his head. Laying them instead by his sides, he lifted his hips from the seat, and could swear the kid smirked in victory. Norman felt his crotch pulse as he finally had the upper hand, now pulling his black pants down his hips, uncovering his briefs. The white clothing did absolutely nothing to hide his massive erection, his dick pressing against it so horribly bent and curving around his left thigh- it almost hurt him to look at it. He knew his own had to be nearly as bad, feeling the throb of his cock in his pants as it starved for satisfaction.
His slacks held him in, withheld his body from springing forth and rubbing against the older man's erection like he so desperately craved. This whole thing made him sick, really it did. He didn't want to be having an attraction towards Carter Blake, didn't want his body to respond so willingly. Yet he supposed it was a combination of a power struggle and repressed sexual kinks. Never mind the fact that he was taking Carter's erection and sexual excitement to be tokens of being desired by the opposite man- chosen as a mate ripe for fornication and coupling.
At a young age, Norman's first encounter with sex had been visiting a cousin's farm. They were breeding cows at the time- and after the heavily intact bulls fought off the others, one would stake a female and hungrily mount it. He remembered having his mom cover his eyes when the action took place, yet caught a shameful glance (he'd never admit even now that he found it rather sexually exciting and interesting) of the bull's simply enormous dick- clambering in absolute heat and need to mount the much-desired reciprocating partner in breeding necessity.
And he could easily be reminded of that bull as he pulled the briefs down, his stomach bottoming out in nervousness as he once again caught sight of Carter's practically arm-thick cock. The massive head seemed almost happy to 'see' him, broadening out as it stood to full attention. It curved upward a little, the perfect position for sex- because according to the dick, that's what the next plan would ideally be. As before, Norman's eyes widened briefly at the sight, and he heard Carter chuckle a bit as he noticed, and shifted, the stiff member bobbing a little as he did so.
"I believe you two know each other? Don't be shy, say 'hello!'" He quipped, and Norman cringed at the poor, distasteful attempt at humor, his face flashed bright red, watching the older man sit up on his arms.
"Why don't you be a good boy and get to work, I don't have all day." He ordered, his tone sharp. Jayden looked briefly up at the older man, now feeling watched with every action. The first time, Blake seemed more concerned keeping himself under control, barely looking at him. Now? He had front row tickets, and could feel his eyes burning into the side of his reddening face.
Carter watched with anticipation as the high-class bitch of his seemed to stare endlessly at the prize beneath him. The faraway, glassy look in his stare told him he wasn't actually looking at it as much as simply having his eyes aimed in its direction. He was stalling, watching as the Fed opened his mouth to lick his lips carefully, then swallowed. Allowing him a few more minutes (he had been put into a rather good mood) he watched as Norman apparently "bit the bullet" and ran his fingertips along the dick playfully, watching as his mouth parted slightly almost on instinct as he toyed with the organ.
The man's hands were velvety smooth- it reminded him of the one time he banged this girl dressed in mentioned fabric. He grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her against the wall in an old parking garage. It wasn't the first time Carter had been caught fucking in public; something told the older man it wouldn't be the last. It seemed almost innevitible that somebody would find him and Norman screwing around one day; he just hoped it wasn't somebody who'd known the young man. Or himself, for that matter.
Little swirls, now…Up and down his sensitive and bulbous cock, and it was torture. He might has well been chopping it off instead of teasing. Part of him wanted to reach up and yank down the man's supple lips to wrap around his dick- the other? The other part of him was the one that won out, the curious part. Indeed, with Carter Blake that was the part that always won out. It was this that made him a detective to begin with, and it was this sole trait that he and Norman Jayden shared.
Those fingers went from the bottom shaft all the way up to this head, winding around the bottom of the cap before making its way to the tip. There he took his thumb and forefinger, gently and almost barely rubbing there in semicircles around the slit. Blake's breathing intensified, becoming deeper and more relaxed. It wasn't exciting, far from it, but it was lovely. He made deep, assuring growls in his chest. They came one after another as he sank into relaxation, almost falling into a complacent state where he could slip easily into sleep. Before his eyes drifted shut, he took in his former partner's appearance, Norman's eyes focused intently as it watched his cock twitch and throb as it replied like a good puppy to it's master's touch. His lips pursed, eyes half-lidded and dreary, mirroring his own deep, calm and even sleepy state.
"Jayden…? You gonna stop dick'n 'round and-"
Jayden's whole right palm started to slide between his closed thighs, finding its way on the area between his ass and testes- strange warmth there that didn't exist in the young man's body before. A chill ran up Carter's back as he let out a small gasp, later biting his lip to keep anything else from getting out. He watched the agent's reaction, a slight tug of the corner of his lip as his gaze stayed focused on his still-erect organ. It began to swell even larger- a pulsing beginning to form from the base and make its way to the tip. Jayden marveled as the large blood vessels that seemed incredibly apparent, watching them enlarge. They made the appendage seem monstrous and daunting- frightening. He wondered how he went about convincing woman to tackle that thing. It was like telling a girl to jump on a rhino's horn.
The man's body felt enormously warm to the touch, boiling with heat and vehement rage. His testes enlarged, engorged with semen and testosterone as his breathing hitched. Eyes traveling upwards, he became impressed at that deep chest of his- rising almost impossibly high as he let out each breath.
"'Promise it'll be worth 'tha wait." The young agent muttered, then slid his hand downward as he began to press into that uncharted territory of skin beneath his testes. He felt his lieutenant jerk in response, then felt him calm right down as his hand pressed further into the hollow area, feeling a spot where there was little fat. Massaging deeper, he felt the thick, coarse pubic hairs slide like a boar's tough mane under his smooth fingers. At this, Norman lifted his rear up once more, and was delighted and surprised when he felt his now willing companion respond, breathing increasing, and legs parting. Soon Norman found himself sitting on his knees, Carter's outstretched and parted thighs beside and around him.
The way the man laid back and his thigh muscles twitch was exciting to him. It was like watching a schoolgirl lose her virginity, and indeed Carter was a virgin to other men- and especially in one area in particular. Norman heated up at the thought, looked down between the man's legs and between his buttocks, and resisted the urge to feel the obviously tight hole that would be there.
Carter never saw the man taking a gander, then just laid back with his eyes closed as he resisted the urge to thrust into the younger man's massage. Christ, he barely touched his cock! How he was doing it, he didn't know…All he was positive of, was that it was beginning to drive him crazy, his organ beginning to ache from the lack of touch. It craved something soft and warm to tighten about it, to cuddle and hold it in its tight embrace. Instead, it only felt the cool air around it, and Blake growled in his chest a little from the neglect.
As one hand toyed with the swath of hair, the other found its way to his dick at long last. It rubbed about his base, until he finally felt a gentle and soft pumping action about his engorged length. An angry sounding yet satisfied puff of air riveted through his lips as his hands clawed at the seat around him. His chest rose once more and fell in a deep sigh as he relaxed. His tense form sank into his seat as he took a few more deep and heavy breaths, finally allowing himself to feel oncoming release. It wasn't a blowjob, but as far as the cop was concerned it was good enough to pass.
Norman watched the man writhe from indulgence. He would have smiled again if he didn't feel so damn ashamed, so disgusted with himself and his actions. Pleasuring this man was like giving a hand-job to some ruthless dictator. He felt like a Jew giving Hitler an HJ- like a president dropping to his knees and sucking dick in order to prevent his country's takeover. He felt loathing and waves of disgust roll over him at the sight of the man beneath him. Now with his eyes shut and face buried deep in his risen left arm. A jolt of pure hatred filled his body as his hand tightened a little on Carter's organ.
A small moan was bit back as he reacted, biting his lip as his hips began to buck upwards. Norman observed in a dark satisfaction as the black-haired man lifted his legs from the car floor and to the sides, spacing them so that they spread more, his left leg resting on the car door's handle and the right on the pushed-down arm rest. All the while, unintentionally revealing more of the man's unclaimed orifice to the agent. A deep blush filled that agent now; watching as Carter unconsciously became more enthusiastic and began to thrust into his own soft hands. Rubbing below the head, his thumb stroked the unprotected sliver of flesh as it went into the small furrow that led it up into the slit.
His eyes widened a little from both satisfaction and disgust as he heard Carter moan, a strangely frightening and disturbing noise. Because it sounded so normal, so satisfied. With that moan, he watched as pre-cum dribbled out in a small squirt from the tip. His blush deepened upon seeing it from this man; not just tasting it by surprise, then felt as he lifted his ass off the seat a little as he began to thrust harder up into his own palm. Norman felt the man beneath him become a writhing hot mass similar to riding a bull in a rodeo- Legs tightening, quivering and pushing up against him. He bit back an involuntary, husky noise of excitement as he felt that pubic hair tickle his bare arm.
Stopping with his right hand, he continued to pump slowly with his left as he felt the man respond with continuous thrusts. He used the now dormant hand to push the man back down, hearing him voice complain in a small growl of disapproval. The man seemed to shift his hips and snort a little, feeling him as he now curled that hand beneath his thigh, feeling the fat and muscle jolt at his touch. For a moment, he stopped and shifted uncomfortably, then realized with an internal groan of dismay that he was pressing against his own pants painfully from the actions he was performing on his on-again, off-again nemesis.
Carter heard a belt jingle- a zipper being pawed at. He opened his eyes and looked sheepishly towards the man pleasuring him between his legs. He witnessed little Norman Jayden fiddling with his pants, reaching down into them as he fondled his own cock. This made the lieutenant sick to the stomach, felt a queasy drop in his gut. Looking away, he felt his body heat up from the embarrassment- Christ from there the kid could see his asshole- that made him beet red.
He wanted to tell the kid to stop- to finish him up and leave. The words never left his lips, however, because his curiosity once again got the better of him. Simultaneously, watching the kid play with himself on his behalf had made his dick pulse and body throb with need. He felt horribly weak as his body shot bolts of pleasure towards his manhood and abdomen, opening his eyes once again to see Norm pull his dick out- Carter looked away to avoid seeing it, to avoid having his organ twitch and harden further as it felt a lustful pride after garnering that sort of reaction from another man.
Norman looked up sheepishly to catch a glimpse of Carter peeking at his erection. He pretended to make it look like he never saw it; went right back to the action at hand. Right then he felt so much better, his dick out of his pants and free to gain some sort of freedom. One hand found his own erection as the other sought the man before him, and began to jerk them both off simultaneously. He watched as Carter jerked at his cool touch, steadily becoming warmer and watching as the older man began to once more thrust into his hand.
The pre-cum flowed again, not quite quitting its desire to lubricate the passage. Carter made a satisfied rumble in his chest, watched as the man's face twist and lips part as his ass once again began to lift off the seat. At this sight, the agent hungrily watched. His own dick began to rise steadily as he saw the man's muscular, hairy thighs lift himself up, the thrusting action reminding him of what he'd love to do to him right then and there.
A dark idea came to the agent, and despite trying it before out of instinct, he knew now was a better time. He may not have been able to fuck the lieutenant out of spite; but he could do the next best thing. Pre-cum began to weep from his own dick, flowing freely as it dripped from the slit and partially soiled the leather seat of the man's car. Then he watched with a sick fascination as a touch of the clear, watery substance dribbled on the other man's thighs, and watched for a reaction, luckily enough Carter didn't seem to notice. The hand that had been pleasuring himself stopped, and once again found it's way to the other man's dick, where it gathered more of his as well.
The fluid was viscous and slick- extremely oily and slippery, like the expensive lube they sell, but smelled sweet and almost appealing. It was clear, and he felt giddy with excitement as he mingled both of their excretions on his fore and middle fingers. His jerking of Carter slowed to a crawl, and he heard the man grumble beneath him as he slowed his climax, watching as that blue shirt of his deflated as he sighed from frustration.
That's when Carter felt the warm, wet sensation tickle that area of skin under his testes again, the perineum. Sloppily teasing the area as he once again pressed into it, massaging it like his back from last night. Yet it was a start of something altogether new, there was something wet on his fingers. Something unpleasant-feeling almost sneaky. Then he felt a middle finger gently brush his anus- and he immediately reacted.
A jolt- a backing away further up the seat. Norman immediately caught him, hands shooting out quickly as they grabbed his thick thighs and pulled back. Yet Carter was and had always been stronger then the younger agent, and Norman had to keep himself from gripping too hard, already putting furrows in his skin from his nails.
"Hey-hey-hey! None of that fag shit, I told you-"
Reacting quickly, the younger man's curious yet almost dreamily, drug-induced gaze focused on the prize as he backed up and to the side- moving to the seat opposite of him, then leaned over and wrapped his warm mouth around the older man's dick. Immediately, he slacked in response. Blake's hips fell back to the car seat with a heavy breath. Another grumble released from his chest, and he heard him let out several relieved gasps of air. Carter shifted his hips towards his side, moving so his head lay more on the right side of his headrest. Jayden's hands found the underside of his thighs, pushing them up as he also spread his legs as far as they would go, all the while Blake's heart accelerated and face turned bright red from the position he was in.
Blake wished he could push him off…Just…Step out of the car, pull up his pants and get back to work. Yet as he positioned his head up to catch a gander of the supposedly dead man with his dick quickly disappearing past those pale pink lips, it was far too satisfying to resist. Propping himself up on his elbows, he smiled in satisfaction at finally getting the embrace around his cock that he needed.
"Now that's a good boy-oooh! Oh-" Interrupted by a gasp that sent lovely shivers down his spine, he felt the kid pull back and lick the tip of his cock, tongue digging into his slit as it tasted the pre-cum from before. It was too much to watch- he didn't want to cum just yet. Watching would make him explode in no time. Closing his eyes and laying back down, his hands found his way across his stomach and chest as they gripped his shirt in arousal. Warmth radiating from his crotch and abdomen as pleasure bloomed there like a flower. He could feel his engorged testes resting warmly against another man's neck as they both picked up the rocking motion.
As he began to unconsciously thrust upward into the agent's mouth again, Norman once again reached his still-wet fingers and began to lightly brush that special area he was beginning to obsess over. He didn't feel or hear Blake react, obviously too numb and concentrated on his blowjob. He tried not to think about what he was doing right then, becoming a cock-sucking zombie as he preformed falatio with the keenest of ease. He tried to recall what other men did to him to make him scream, make him want to fuck their faces until they're throats were impaled. The distraction was working nicely.
That middle finger brushed farther against the tightness, and he did feel a slight jolt and hear a low growl of warning. Quick, and easily enveloped in the deep pants and rocking motions of his partner, his own dick strained from the excitement- from the idea of what he was about to do. Rubbing there and hoping to all God Blake was clean- he pushed his middle fingertip past and entered.
"Uhhh…ahhhh…" he heard that familiar gasp, the sound of being penetrated. It made his mouth water and jaw slack, lips parting as his eyes rested on his action. Concentrated on his finger sliding into the extremely tight, enveloping orifice that clamped up and resisted his touch. He watched as Blake bit his lip and felt him jolt then shake in surprise, his eyes scrimping shut as his face contorted from both surprise and confusion. It was beautiful.
Hearing it from Blake had to be the single most erotic moment in his life. Norman made an approving moan as he felt him clutch around his finger in denial. It was a natural action, sure, but it turned the young agent on like no other. Blake was attempting to keep him out, yet it resulted in an even tighter passage. Despite just being his middle finger, he envisioned it as his own dick, and it was a rather tempting fantasy to entertain. Deciding to go for broke, he pulled his mouth quickly from his dick, and a horribly squishy and sickening sound resounding as the seal was broken. Blake whined- a noise he honestly could say he never thought he'd hear from the tyrannical beast.
Blake felt all the wind go out of him as he recognized the action- all the air drain from his lungs and his face burn a bright red. It just wasn't right, that was disgusting. God, who would want to put their finger up there? It made him cringe more from abhorrence and embarrassment then from the concept of being dominated, made him tighten up as he attempted to push the kid out of him. He had been so caught up in the pleasure that he never felt him doing it, thought he had made his point clear.
God, no- another slid in. He felt those tight muscles stretched, the flesh widening slowly as he prepped him for further penetration. There was discomfort more then out-and-out pain, he wasn't sure how to react and instead squirmed and fussed his hips about- until a warm hand on his right thigh caused him to part his legs further and up out of some primordial instinct. All the weight he walked about carrying all day fought against him as it held him down to the confined space. His breathing quickened as he heard the squishy noise of those wet, slick digits going deeper, his muscles relaxing from curiosity as his parted legs gave him more room. It didn't hurt anymore now at all, it just felt…Wrong. Breath hitching in his throat, he gasped as he lifted his hips- could envision the little prick grinning like a madman, but far too ashamed to look at him- Closing his eyes as he once again dug his face into his underarm, turning away.
After a little bit of thrusting, his ass found its way up to Jayden's palm. Could feel the hand now cupping and pressing deeper, then quite suddenly felt what had to be the single most pleasurable sensation in his life. Words couldn't describe the sudden, powerful feeling that overcame him- spreading throughout his body like a warm wash of water as it enveloped his lower stomach and genitals, causing his breathing to halt and inner legs to pulse with heat. There was a tingling as nerve endings in the base of his penis shot and fired; butt raising off the car seat higher, his back arched into the air as Jayden curled his fingers and palm upwards as he pressed into his prostate and wiggled those fingers.
His mouth opened as he held back a scream in his throat, did his best to keep it hidden down there in the recesses of his body. Then he felt it stroked, carefully and methodically, and above all gently. Then his voice found it's way out, high at first then leveling down to a gruff and harsh 'huff' as his ass towards the seat again.
'God, who the fuck 'knew that was in there?' The lieutenant thought with abashment- he could simaultasly kiss or fucking kill that little adventurer right now. He'd had prostate exams ever since turning forty, recommended for men his age. Yet it felt totally different. Sure, his doctor was a bit more extreme with it, making him actually lay down in supine position, feet in stirrups. It wasn't something he at all looked forward to, embarrassing and uncomfortable. This felt…Completely different. The atmosphere, the place, the person…
Norman's fingers began to swirl about in circles inside of him, massaging the organ delicately yet effectively. This was too much for the muscular virgin- and he began to pant and draw out deep, shuddering breaths with each stroke. His hips began to follow the movement, lifting up from the seat as they pressed into his hand. Shame washed over him in torrents as he felt the left hand of his tormenter cup his rear, stroking it softly and pushing him into those fingers even more as Blake gyrated his hips.
"Now that'sa 'gode job, lieutenant…" The words were low and gentle, sounding more affectionate then barb-laced. Like an actual praise. It made his cheeks explode with red as he lent his head back and squeezed his eyes shut even more. 'Jesus Fucking Christ, just stop- I can't stand this sort of humiliation, I can't…I can't…'
Stroking his ass gently, he felt another pang of deep shame. Why wasn't he stopping this? His arms weren't cuffed, his hands were free- just as that thought started to form, that dreadful, pride-obliterating realization, he felt the fingers pull back. Without thinking he felt himself follow those fingers back until they slipped out, hearing the sickening, gooey sound of the fluid-covered digits leave his tight body. He winced and held back the noise of complain mixed with an odd pulsing sensation that throbbed below. The least he could have done was finish…It was only fair, right?
Norman had a hard time even getting inside the older, more experienced yet still 'pure' man. Carter was easily the tightest man he'd ever fingered. He'd never slept with a virgin before, and he had to admit the excitement was getting to him. What more could a man desire then to "claim" someone's virginity? Make someone their own? It was something that could never be returned to them, and instead would be in another man's possession forever. A swell of overwhelming pride surged through the brown-haired man when he punctured the orifice- a ring of perfect, pink flesh on such a rough and imperfect man.
Christ, it was like pushing into a closed fist- putting in so much force to slide into the forbidden place. Heard the man gasp- felt him resist…It only spurred him on. Then he felt it, that firm and slippery organ that was like a tempting treasure, unknown to most, an inflated balloon in the walls of his colon. It was hard not to brush up against it as it swelled from his intense level of arousal. Massaging it had been even more satisfying, feeling the mighty, brutish cop turn into putty in his hands.
Yet he didn't want to overstay his welcome. When he saw Blake start to shift and resist, he slid out. Jayden was ecstatic that he had been clean- they could both save the humiliation. He stopped his own moans from issuing forth, pressing his lips together as he thought only of the man's pride. Instead, he congratulated him, hoping it would fill him with satisfaction instead of shame. He still knew he'd be asking for forgiveness up and down after this.
Hoping Carter wouldn't arise quickly enough to punish him- he did overstep his boundaries to say the least- his hand went to reach for the man's weeping phallus. A fluttering, shaky moan left the man's lips- erotic, yearning- sublime; and Norman almost came onto the man's tight and blushing thighs. Instead, he opened the car door with a heavy strain, leaning over the hot and heavy lieutenant. Panting along with his feverish companion as the "binging" rang; warning the driver that it should be closed or the battery may run out. Angling himself as he straddled one of Carter's bent legs, he watched carefully for anybody making their way towards them.
Facing outward, he beat off the lieutenant in a rough fashion. Pulling at the skin clumsily, wrapping his fingers into the hot folds of skin and stroking as hurriedly as he could. The ultimate blow to the man would have been to make him cum first, so he slowed and stroked himself harder. His own member may not have been as thick or even as long, but it was far from small or unattractive. He leaned his own head back and closed his eyes, biting his lip in the heat of the moment a small moan joined the chorus as Blake let out another, though not nearly as impressive as the one before. It still made Jayden's mouth slack as his lips quivered and eyes squeeze shut, feeling his belly swell with warmth, his testicles feeling as though they were surging back and forth with an explosive thunder that threatened to burst.
In his head he imagined a boyfriend previous. A slut of a man that had left his life in shambles. He wasn't even sure why he thought of him, but looking over at Blake with his erect organ being pleased so roughly was enough to destroy the memory. Fuck Steve and his goddamn bullshit, Blake would fill that void at least for now. It was painful to see a man that had such an untended need sitting right there, almost willing. He'd give his left nut just to plow into him and finish the job-
"Aaaaahhhh-Christ…F'auwk…"
Carter noticed that when the Norman came- he had reacted as though someone punched him in the stomach. Doubling over and practically exclaiming as though he'd been kicked in his nuts. There was a pause as he watched the kid's face contort with a grimace, looking to be more in pain then pleasure. He closed his eyes shamefully as he felt the kid's hand job briefly pause, then slowly begin to jerk him off again. It was obvious now that his attempt was now more of finishing a job rather then simultaneous pleasure. Pressure began to come to a head, the familiar muscles beginning to clench and blood threatening to burst from their veins.
"Norm- Norman…I'm gonna…Shit, I'm gonna-"
Warm lips wrapped around the large head of his penis, and it took literally split seconds for his body to recognize the sensation and cum explosively hard. His hips bucked upward, literally scrapping along his tongue and shooting his load up, and then down into his throat. Norman would have loved nothing more then to avoid this particular area of this job. It was one of the reasons why he gave a hand, and not a blowjob. He didn't like the idea of walking around with the taste of semen in his mouth all day like yesterday. Donuts tasted so much better.
Yet right now he was trying to make up for the little stunt he pulled. He really didn't need to get cum stains in the man's police cruiser. He winced and shook all over with the taste of the bitter, salty cum in his mouth.
Pulling back slowly, he closed his eyes and hoped he didn't get socked in the mouth. He could hear the sound of Blake catching his breath further back in the seat, feeling a string of milky, steaming fluid connect his mouth to his slowly lowering cock. One swallow, most of it went down; it was noisy and obvious to both of the car's occupants. Trying to please now the man he'd just fingered despite his wishes- Second swallow, slightly less so as he began to pant and breathe in air. A third, then his tongue slathered out and gathered the rest on the throbbing appendage, licking into the slit and wrapping his lips around the head as he sucked out the rest. Effectively cleaning the member and leaving it spotless.
'Christ, just please 'don fuck'n start shit- not in 'tha mood.' Final swallow, licking his lips as he did his best to completely absolve his body of the sick fuck's essence. All at once- no turning back. When it was done, it would be done. The worse was over. That was, until he wanted it again tomorrow. It was the deal after all, no more then once a day…
Listening to the sexual cacophony in the car's cabin, Norman's sleepy gaze traveled over to the open door. He had found that he had indeed fired correctly out onto the parking garage's dirty cement floor. A few streams of seminal fluid littered the dirty garage floor, quite surprised by their copious amounts. It had been a long time since his last sexual release, and his first since being dead. He shuddered at that connotation- hoping it wasn't Blake that had actually made him so hot and bothered and simply the action itself. The stream had shot inanely far, easily clearing Carter and his entire seat.
Would giving somebody else completely different a blowjob land the profiler the same sort of response? What if Ash had found ARI and this same deal had come to pass? A sexual outlet for the detective's staunch and busy life instead of a lieutenant's. Would he still be getting stiff, fantasizing about the possibilities it held?
There was something 'off' about Ash that he hadn't liked since they started. At least Carter made a half-baked attempt to work with him. Whereas with the detective he seemed to be an ominous and disgusted threat to his well-being. He had wanted to like Ash just as much as he'd wanted to like Blake, and beliked for that matter. God, the two could have had given him a drunken gangbang for all he cared- if it got them to cooperate he would have been up for it.
Ash, to be quite frank…He scared the profiler. Those eyes burned like Greek fire, that posture domineering as he leaned forward and spoke with such authority despite being below the lieutenant he so loyally served. His mouth spat the same flames his eyes harbored, making smart comments that only enraged Norman and wanted to make him explode every time he flicked his serpent tongue. The fact that he and Blake usually came in pairs was like watching a dog and a savage wolf work together- one wearing a blue collar, the other already clothed in grey-
"Nice shot." Carter breathed, then chuckled darkly in his throat.
Jayden tensed, feeling the possibility of an upcoming retaliation. Still, he found it best to play it off as if there was no problem at all. Because, really, hadn't Blake made it obvious that he enjoyed it? Well, obvious to him, anyway.
"I didn't want to…" He breathed, panting. His nose inhaled the odor of sex; of bodily fluids, aftershave and hot, humid breath. It was on the verge of either being intoxicating or revolting; unsure if he should breathe it in or inhale through his mouth to avoid it.
"…Get 'it in the car."
Carter's chest rose and fell mightily as he breathed. To the profiler, he appeared like a massive sleeping God, like the legends of old about giants slumbering on the earth, forming landscapes. The man's sleepy and satisfied blue eyes gazed lazily at the car's ceiling, deep with thought and confusion. A massive sigh, and Carter shifted, looking to try to get up, but failing miserably.
"Here, let me help."
With some hesitation, Norman smirked a ghost smile and reached down to the man's clean briefs. 'Maybe he really is going to let this slide?'Lifting them from the floor, he put one leg through the appropriate gap in the undergarment, around his still-attached shoes- at that point, pulling them up from around his ankles and sliding them over his densely hairy legs. Wincing as he felt the slight cushion of the thick matt of soft black pubic hair provided. He felt Blake reluctantly lift his butt into the air, slid them below, then up around his waist. Normally, the young man would find such activities demeaning, yet it was all to save face. The black slacks followed suit, once again making him pull his rear up to allow them to slide about his hips and snugly hang.
'I like these pants.' Norman found himself thinking; his mind now in a relaxed state. 'Soft, feel 'like they'd fit nice. Gotta ask him where he got- I mean…Gotta get him to get me a pair. Wonder if they have different colors?'
Zipping and buttoning the fly, he found himself reaching around his sides, finding the buckles to his belt and brought them up to couple together. Pulling the belt through the clasp, he inserted the buckle into its well-used hole and cinched it. A sense of pride filled him at a job well done, while simultaneously fighting the roll of shame as it washed over him.
"'There. 'Like nothing even happened. Nobody'll suspect 'enethein."
With this, Norman sat up and looked out the car driver's side window. Nobody was in sight, and he opened the door carefully as he stood up and stepped out into the outside world. There he stood tall, looking left and right to look for passer-bys. As far as he could see, it was dead in here. He cracked his back and stared lazily at the ceiling as he let a full shudder pass through his frame. A deep sigh, then another not long after that. He heard as Blake shifted, moving his seat until it was back in its previous position. After some leather-seat squeaking, he heard the seat pop back into place.
"C'mere, Norman."
His voice was frightening to the brunette because it wasn't his typical angry, condescending tone. It was upbeat; it was the way a parent scolded its child before telling them to jump on their lap for a spanking. If Norman refused, he knew it wouldn't make matters any better. There was no getting out of the repercussions coming his way; he just wondered exactly how it would happen.
Turning around, he gulped in reflex as he stared down at the man leaning against the seat in a heated, embarrassing afterglow. His cheeks were slightly red as his eyes were downcast, shifting in his seat as he appeared uncomfortable from the previous experience. He felt a sense of self-serving pride when he realized he effectively fag-iffied the lieutenant, his previous homophobic slurs now self-condescending.
These thoughts made an inescapable smirk dart cross the young man's face. For once in a long time, he felt a sort of warmth inside him- his face no doubt was alive and full of color. The boyish charm that emanated from his face as he smiled- a sort of facsimile in place to fool the world, like a animal's natural defense to convince others he was harmless. A simple, clean, nice guy. Not that that was a wrong assessment- Norman was a good man who thought of others far before himself, yet he was far from that simple. Even farther away from clean and innocent then most could ever grasp.
He appeared like a puppy, rolling over to display his pink tummy to the older, larger dog. Showing his innocence to the more experienced elder to trigger its natural instincts not to attack something so weak and fragile; so essential to the species. He would be sniffed, evaluated, left alone-
Except Norman wasn't a puppy. Or even a dog for that matter. Before he could blink, as he stooped down to hear what the other man had to say- a hand grabbed him around the throat and squeezed as hard as he could. For a second the younger man felt absolute panic at not having control of the situation. Literally having his life in the hands of another. That hand was like an iron claw; unmovable and crushing. It honestly didn't seem like Carter's hand was made of flesh and bone- as it clamped down, superseded his own pulpy tissue, and pinch his larynx.
No- He was a cat to be swatted down.
Jayden reached up after the initial shock, gasping and attempting to breathe in the air his struggling body so needed. Flesh that wasn't, bone and organs that barely existed. Yet it apparently enough so to be tortured this way. No air came in, not a sound escaped his lips as there was no vehicle capable to make a noise, the throat effectively sealed out. His frightened digits clamped around the intruder's single hand, trying in utter vain to remove them.
The only mode of communication, his eyes, bulged and darted as he looked towards the lieutenant. His face was cold, almost emotionless from either joy or terror for the Fed's life.
"…told you not to touch me like that-" His words cut in and out.
A shake. A small cry came from his throat as Blake eased up.
"-ever do that again! You hear me?"
Jayden's chest flailed wildly, taking advantage of the new slight airway given. It wasn't enough, though. He'd die soon if he didn't let go. Or at least pass out. Small squeaks like a mouse left his throat as he tried to plead.
"What was that, Norman? You don't want me fuck'n strangling you? 'So sure I shouldn't just do it anyway? You sick fuck."
Spots. Lazy, circling spots…The world was fading. Not again. He'd just come back again…What would it be like this time?
Then it wasn't. He was breathing again. He felt a harsh throw- a hit to his back as he cringed, then air. He desperately sucked it in, pushed it out- breathing was like a chore now. A conscious act. Christ, he'd swear he'd never take breathing for granted again. Panting with earnest, he looked up with half-lidded eyes as he sat with his back to the car.
"…lucky I like you."
'Like me? Nice way to show it, asshole.'
"…Like…Like?" He panted between spat words.
He could hear Blake chuckle darkly, then explain.
"…Yeah, you're not half bad…As long as you stay in line."
Norman made a face that resembled a pig, scrunching up his nose and giving a nasty eye to the man he'd just pleasured. Carter looked up and away from the slowly recovering youth, whose back lay against Perry's black and silver BMW, whom he was always so fucking jealous of. He himself had to drive a squad car; fucking Leighton got to drive whatever he wanted, and could afford the hot piece of machinery to begin with.
'Oh fuck…'
The car door had a nice Norman-shaped dent in the side of its car door. He remembered hearing the metal flex as he threw the deceased agent against it…He honestly never thought it would leave an impression, though.
'If he finds out it's me, he'll have my ass in a sling…'
Except he wouldn't; that he would make sure. There were no cameras in this particular area, something he made sure of before he agreed to this plan. An oversight on the precinct, he'd have to admit. Vandalism on police vehicles in their own garage wasn't something they normally had to worry about.
Blake was due for a promotion in five years. He knew it, the fact constantly hovering over his head. Perry had another five in him, then it was in his plan to run for mayor. Blake was next in line, with Ash very likely to fill his old role. He didn't do the stereotypical "I dream of the day I'm finally captain…" bullshit; but he very well looked forward to having complete authority. It was practically arousing in its scope. Having an office to himself, his own secretary to handle the bullshit while he could practically jerk off on the state's tax dollars behind closed doors. Captain Blake; yeah, he liked the fucking sound of that.
Needless to say, this little hiccup might complicate things. It didn't look like an open door hit the side, it literally appeared as though a human being had indeed been thrown mercilessly into the thin sheet of metal covering the car's frame. He told himself he'd just have to play stupid. Blake couldn't even conjure another lie to fill that particular incident.
Hearing a groan, he focused downward again to the struggling brunette. Putting a hand back, he pushed himself up only to have to fall back down on his ass. A frustrated growl left his lips as he lacked the ability to even stand properly. A surge of disgust hit Blake, and reached for the napkins in the center console, left over from the donuts, flinging them out towards him and watched them barely make it as they floated haphazardly in the air.
"Clean your hands off. What you did was disgusting."
"Ya' mean touching you? Yeah… it was."
A small laugh coupled with a flash of his temper struggled to show itself. No matter what he did to the little prick, he always remained defiant. There was only one thing he could think of that would put him in his place- but he dared not wonder into that forbidden territory. One-half of Blake didn't care, honestly, because he didn't have to worry about what others thought of him. The other…The other was his masculinity, strong, indignant, dominant, virile…Almost feral. It was telling him making Norman suck his dick was taboo enough, allowing it simply because of its humiliating, submissive, and feminine role.
He hadn't known what to think when Jayden touched him like that…It was something he didn't want to understand, the concept it held frightening. He didn't want to like it, and therefore it terrified him to even his icy core. Blake could easily live what just happened; he lived with worse on a daily basis. Yet if he admitted to himself that when Jayden went deeper into him; he wanted nothing more then a good, hard cock in his ass instead, he'd never be able to look at himself the same again.
This kid was a curiosity. Part of him was coming to admire the suited agent as he continuously stood up against him. Something not many people could ever say they did. Blake's dark eyes held a certain harshness that made people want to tell the truth; made even grown, muscular criminals stand down. Those eyes did nothing to the young man but stare back with odd, ghostly eyes that held a myriad, abnormal inquzzive nature to the world around him and beyond.
"Ya' seemed pretty eager to me!" The lieutenant chastised a slight laugh to the end of his quip. Blake could feel his face just heat up at the memory; could still smell the odor of sex in the car. As far as he could recall, the little bastard couldn't be held back from lapping up his cum. Though he had to admit he was rather grateful that Jayden shot his own load outside. His own ejaculate in his car would have been gross, but acceptable until he got the chance to clean. Another mans? That would have been utterly disgusting and would warrant a good 'old fashion beat-down.
Finding a wet toilette from a previous McDonald's trip in his glove department, he flung it towards the seated agent as he watched him clean off each finger. He appeared to have a look of disgust in his face, nose wrinkled and eyes squinted nearly shut.
"Use that before you get back in my cah'r. Oh, and you smell like a whore. You're showering tonight whether you like it or not."
Norman felt a sting to his pride as he finally got himself up, wincing as he felt a crick in his back. Putting a hand back there, he closed his eyes and grimaced at a sudden memory.
'Fuck'n Mad Jack…'
God, now he remembered why he felt like such shit during the whole remainder of the case, and even now. It had been the most physical case he'd ever worked on. The run in the marketplace as he chased Korda was bad enough to his strained body; it didn't help when he had to catch Ethan, then he had to deal with the madman known as Carter Blake in the interrogation room, and another completely in the junk yard. Facing Scott Shelby in Paco's office just about killed him. His body had become nothing but a bruised, stretched-thin pack of damaged nerves, flesh and nearly broken bones. Barely able to keep on his own two feet and in dire need of a good night's sleep. Resting until noon and forgetting about the whole ordeal would have been a dream.
"Gladly. Gladly…I'd take a fawk'n showar…"
He did stink. Jayden felt gross, covered in sweat and sexual fluids. Now that Carter mentioned it, all he wanted to do was get back to his place so they could shower- he could shower! He, himself…Alone.
'Did I just think that? What the fuck…I keep forgetting. We're not like that…What was it he said? 'Business partners'? '
"Good. Get in the car before someone sees you."
Norman practically blushed, feeling like a 'good little bitch' as he shakily got up as ordered, looking around to make sure they weren't being watched. The garage was relatively silent, luckily enough. Opening the car door and getting in, he recognized the last traces of sexual stench as he breathed in with a sort of relief. Looking to the left, he watched as Carter reached deep into his coat pocket and retrieved a red box of cigarettes.
He swore his mouth started to water, and licked his lips subconsciously. Watching as the man that sat next to him ripped open the plastic wrap, taking out the white cylinder and handing the pack to the young man without the need to ask. Norman gladly took the box, hearing the foil crinkle as he took out one for himself.
"Thanks…" Jayden admitted under his breath, not forgetting the earlier hostility. Especially after he showed the man so much affection by giving him so much pleasure. Even if Blake himself would never admit it.
Watching as Blake lit his cigarette; he took a few puffs then once more flicked the lighter as he leaned over and lit his companion's. Jayden leaned in a bit to ease the action, and then inhaled deeply as he felt the back of his throat singe. Taking the stick between his fingers, he quickly took it out and coughed loudly, raising his hand to his mouth as his whole body violently gyrated from the action. Something told him it would take a while for him to get used to it.
A moment of peace existed between the two bitter rivals for a few shuttered minutes in time- they puffed on their cigarettes and hung their hands out the car windows to dab away the ash. Norman watched as Carter did his best to blow the smoke out the open window. He followed suit, trying to be the best 'guest' he could while in this beast's care. There was an awkward silence as Norman averted his eyes and looked out towards the garage, sighing in a tired manner as he attempted to gather himself. He felt dirty; gross and could even smell his own heavy musk wafting from his clothes. Christ, was that BO? He hated to say it, but Carter had a better body odor then he did. Even when he was clean…Something about that over-abundance of masculinity both frightened and irritated the younger man from the very beginning.
Looking over with that thought, haunting eyes traveled over to the operating ARI system on the lieutenant's face. Apparently, he had put them back on not long after he lit the cigarette. It glowed brightly with an eerily fitting blue light, illuminating his tired eyes less so then the wrinkles around them. Then he watched as those same lines seemed to contort, and Carter raised a hand to squeeze the bridge of his nose, bumping the system slightly while he did so.
"Damn…" With that mutter he reached up and took them off, then checked to see if Norman still resided beside him. He did. Now he had a concerned look on his face, and he furrowed his brow as he tilted that masculine head of his.
"What?"
The dead man shrugged- only slightly. More of a showing of a slight submission then of a look of general confusion.
"Ya gett'n headaches yet?"
Blake went rigid, a whole tightening of every possible muscle he had conscious control over in his body. Then a second later, he slacked again. Looking towards Jayden with curious eyes, he did his best to keep his façade guarded instead of letting it fall down and appear fearful. He could tell that he wasn't going to get away appearing as though he didn't react, he was looking right at him when he felt himself go rigid. One really couldn't miss that.
"Yeah, actually." Looking towards his steering wheel, he took a puff of the cigarette and blew the smoke out as he attempted to avoid eye contact with the man seated next to him.
"It gets really bad sometimes. I've been able to deal with it for the most part…" Trailing off, he flicked the ashes out the window and waited for a response. It drove him nuts to think he was actually waiting from advice from Norman of all people.
Nodding slowly, the ex-agent looked forward and out the windshield. A few tense minutes passed as he heard him part and then lick his lips nervously, neglecting the cancer-stick in his right hand.
"That's normal, actually." Jayden finally uttered, nodding again as he looked towards his companion.
"I still get the'hm sometimes. How bad are they?"
"What? Like…On a scale of one to ten?"
"-Are they the worse you've ever had? Does it fe'hl…Unusual?"
"Not the worst headache, no, not as bad as a…a migraine…Though, yeah, now that you mention it…It did feel pretty… weird."
"How so? Does it fehl like a w'urm is crawl'n 'round your brain?"
Carter swallowed, it was obvious to the car's other occupant that he had just struck something right on target.
"That's right. That's exactly what it feels like..."
Another pause, pregnant with discomfort, and Norman nodded again.
"Sounds about right. Though I nevah had those until a good week in'ta the program. I don't know how, Cartah, but you're really excell'n-"
"Great." He let out with a sigh. "It's nice to know my brain is being eaten alive by a pair of glasses-"
"Listen." A sigh from Norman, a hand against his forehead as he closed his eyes and leaned his elbow against the armrest of the door.
"It's a fu'hked up system, I admit that. It's changing you inside like a virus; but that's not what ca'hn kill you. It's misuse- it's overuse. It's es'ah to get addicted to. Like cell phones, like the internet…"
He heard Carter try and talk when he did, then stop as he suddenly began listening to his sensible-sounding companion. Yet another moment of silence, a loaded pause that made the lieutenant nervously chew at the inside of his lip. He took another drag of the white stick in his fingers and rolled the cylinder about between his middle and index- this was all too much for him to really fathom. He was far from the stupid, ignorant man he projected by his rash behavior. But he got frustrated too quickly, especially when something came along that he didn't immediately understand.
"This is all fucked up." He breathed out with disgusted venom to his tone.
"You do know that, right? Those glasses, you being here…"
Jayden smirked a little as he gave a nod, inhaling a drag from the cigarette as it warped into a full-fledged smile as he turned to look at the man next to him.
"I fig'yarded that out a while ago- when I came back from the dead. Thanks."
Blake barely smiled, then turned his head to take a final, long inhale as he leaned out the window and let the last bit of smoke out. Ash was his usual smoking buddy, but he'd been cutting back lately. Really, he should do the same. Though right now, he had to admit it just felt good to…unwind. Smoke and sit next to somebody that he knew, yet was unaware of all his own vices. Didn't have to talk about Ash's woman troubles or his own looming old age- talk of finally finding a decent catch to 'settle down' with and plant his seed so his life would go on in at least some way. He supposed that's what he should do, but felt himself absolutely bored with the idea.
Sure, he wanted a kid. He'd wanted one since when he was in his early twenties. Came close- yet for reasons he didn't like to think about, it just never happened. It also wasn't that he didn't want to commit. He'd held the same job for over twenty years and told himself he could easily hold something down as simple as marriage. But…Why? He couldn't stand having someone hover about him, watching and criticizing his every move. Running his life. He even took advice the wrong way. It was evidenced enough by his relationships thus far. He was far too busy, barely had the time to live in his house and clean, let alone be able to raise a family. Casual sex was a rare find in itself, but at least it only lasted the night. Not to mention…Carter rather enjoyed being the dirty old- cop- bachelor.
Thinking about it made him smile a little inside…He came home with two girls about five months ago. Two! Years ago he got three in bed, though it didn't work out as well as he'd thought. No, two was a good balance…Shit he could never do if he was in a relationship. Cruising the bars on a Friday night, liquoring up hapless young things to take home. Few saw his charming side outside of the late hours on the weekend night. Before either of them knew it, he'd be running his hand along their legs and up their skirt- the young thing blushing horribly as he rubbed there and made them putty in his grasp.
Actually, now that he brought it up…He wondered what Norman's mother was like? Many of those upper-class Boston mothers were rather hot numbers for their age. He preferred younger woman, sometimes literally right out of high school, but he'd take an older MILF if he could. The idea of slamming Norman's mother couldn't help but make him twitch in his pants, a small wash of arousal flooding his system suddenly and making him shift in his seat. Oh, the look on his face if he were to find out!
"So, what's your mother like?" Carter asked, a bird practically singing in his voice as he flicked away his cigarette and pushed the button on his electric window to seal it.
Norman reacted slowly, going from a longing stare out the window, to shrugging his shoulders and looking down towards the car's center console.
"She's nice. She'll probably be aski'n all kinds of questions…They never did tell her how I died."
Looking back out the window, he hoped the lieutenant would actually ask him more about his family. He wasn't sure why, though he could guess. One part of it was perhaps his desire to finally tell somebody about his family troubles. Another was to make sure Carter was prepared for tomorrow…Another, he fretted to think it, was that it meant they were bonding a little. They both reacted as though nothing akin to a jerk off, ass-play session ever happened. Just two men smoking and talking. Why did he want that so much? Why did he want to form any kind of relationship with this heinous creature?
He could tell Blake wanted to say something else, but he beat him to it.
"My dad'll want to talk to you, too. Though I'm sure he'll give two shits about anything you actually h'ave to say. He's a fuck'n Realtor the last I checked…Probably try and convince you to quit 'your job and move up to Boston. He's reeeal convinc'cin of it, too."
"A Realtor?" Blake laughed a little in his throat. "Are you fuck'n serious, Jayden?"
Rolling his eyes, Jayden lifted his left hand, currently situated on the center console in a motion that only indicated "I know." in a disenchanted manner.
"Used to'be a trader. Then he want'd something to get out of the house…He's not with my mom anymore, by the way… He's got some bimbo on his tail now, she's a model. Easily thirty years younger then 'em…"
He heard the expected more stifled laughter to his left side, "Lucky bastard." Carter released.
Norman just shrugged, withholding the normal outburst he'd let out if he had been talking to anybody else. It was a touchy issue for him, but with Carter-and in this situation, he knew better.
"Everah'body says that- but ever'ah time I've ever seen him, he's been prett'ah miserable. She just wants his money- and she gets plenty of it…I'm glad. "
Carter nodded absent-mindingly, narrowing his eyes a little as he titled his head slightly off center to the left- he'd never heard the man next to him talk like that. Or hell, even act like that. A vindictive streak, a hateful crawl estranged to his normally peaceful and accepting persona. It was refreshing, as if finding a crack in a supposedly perfect piece of fine china.
"Any siblings?"
"Oh, plenty. Mostly half-brothers and sistahs. My first sistah is the only one I'm really close to. She's gonna probably be the one you'll be talk'n to the most. She's a nice girl, even if her husband is trash. She should be eight months pregnant if I remember r'ite. Name's Lucille…I …I really wish I could at least 'hav seen her one last time."
Another side of Norman he never saw. Just as shocking as the last revelation- his voice got shaky at the end of that sentence, on the verge of…crying? Christ, he looked over and saw his eyes glimmer in the small amount of light the garage gave out. Then watched as he turned his face away to stare out the window again, obviously wanting not to be seen in such a weak state.
Blake wasn't going to say anything. It would have been in his character to belittle the hotshot agent, to put him down and call him the biggest pussy alive. His mouth opened with a small smile, ready to do just that. Then something made him stop, made the insult stop at his tongue.
'The man died and misses his family. Don't be such an asshole.'
Every great now and then even the mighty Carter Blake knew when he had crossed the line. Doing something that even he knew was a pure out-and-out dick move. That didn't mean he was about ready to lend a shoulder to lean on- but instead simply prompted him to do nothing at all.
He breathed, turning his own head and staring out the window himself. Avoiding the awkward air as he cleared his own throat. "Well… I'll make sure she's…okay."
Looking over with a slight stoop to his posture and a tired, sad look in his eyes. Norman mustered a smile the best he could.
"…I'd appreciate that, Cartah."
Making the mistake of looking the older man in the eyes as he said that, Norman found a look that he was quite unused to as he locked glances momentarily. It was a look of…Christ, understanding? What the fuck?
Since when did Carter give a shit about anything but himself?
Oh no, wait…That was right, during the Origami Killer case, he actually did seem rather bothered by the whole situation- the fact that children and not grown adults were being targeted, that Shaun Mars was on his way to death somewhere as he toiled looking for what Carter had understood as 'Washington beaurcratic bullshit' instead of 'actual police work'. Though it was still Jayden's honest oppion that it was more the man's controlling and overtly aggressive nature coupled with a potentially bipolar, psychotic psychosis that prompted his outbursts- there was an impatient, intolerant disgust that seemed to writhe there underneath that cold exterior as a child suffered while they 'wasted time'. It was simply fuel to his already potent fire.
"Yeah, well…" Carter thumbed his nose, then leaned forward as he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes. "I know what it's like, I mean…Fuck, I wish I could see mine again."
"…Your sister?" He asked, smiling a little as he hoped that this rival of his had a feminine counterpart.
"Yeah-"
"Did she move away?"
Another awkward pause, a moment of tense air.
"No, uh…No, she's dead."
'Aw fuck, Norm.'
Right then, the young ex-agent felt like the biggest asshole there was. What the hell was wrong with him? Not everyone was as fortunate as he had been- had a big family that managed to make it all to adulthood, did well, prospered. Sure, he reminded himself he was just as unfortunate as Blake's poor sister- yet understood this wasn't about him in the slightest. Try as he might, he felt in the wrong.
"Oh." He vaguely recoiled, making it obvious to the other man that he had effectively fucked up.
"I'm sorry- I shouldn't-"
"Stop fucking apologizing, Jayden." He spat, the gentleness almost completely vanishing as he once more put up his shield of animosity.
"It was years ago. I'm over it- I handled it... What about you? You gonna start ballin' 'cause Mommy and Daddy don't love each other any more?"
Norman's face scrunched up into vehement disgust as he looked at the man with returned contempt. It took everything in his power not to throttle the other man and send him reeling into the great beyond to join him.
"Fuck off."
Carter smiled at the return of their previous standing relationship- impatience mixed with a strange, pseudo-sexual flavor that had begun in mere under-lying thoughts and stares during the Origami Killer case, only to amplify now that Norman had become dependent on him.
"Not now- maybe later?" He mused with a chuckle.
He had to admit he didn't see the next action coming- A sudden movement as he looked to the side, and Norman was getting out of the car. Slamming the car door harshly as he heard him walk away in a huff. For a moment, terror clutched the older man as he watched his suited shadow disappear past his car windows.
"Jayden!"
Quickly, he acted as he opened his own door and stood up. Looking right to left, he pressed his lips together as his heart hammered in his ears. If somebody caught not only Jayden, but him and Jayden together…God, he'd lose everything. Perhaps that would be before or after he went to federal prison for the rest of his natural life?
There was no answer, no shadow, no hint that the profiler was still in this plane of existence. He spent a good twenty minutes walking around the garage, only to find no hint. He assumed at this point that he had just faded away into whatever other reality he resided in when he wasn't in this one.
With a disconcerted sigh, he found himself hurrying back to his car to make sure it was locked, taking another glance at Perry's BMW as he decided to get his story straight. There was no paint on his own car, and it looked nothing like a door opened into his side- so he thought he was safe. Checking his watch, he quickly made his way to the elevator as he did his best to look casual towards the few officers still walking around.
Part of him still worried about the agents, if they were still in the parking lot somewhere, tailing him. A disgusting wash of shame heated him up as he wondered if they somehow saw what just happened between them. If they knew what was going on with the dead agent and an aroused homicide-division lieutenant. If they were that fucked up, he honestly would rather be cuffed now. An impatient man, he sought results immediately. That was the last thing they were granting him for the time being.
He was about to take off towards the elevators again when he felt a horribly gripping pain rip through his abdomen. Stopping him dead in his tracks, he paused as he doubled over and grabbed at his stomach, releasing a cry of discontent as it rippled and surged with such force, it felt like it was devouring itself whole. For the briefest of moments, he was about ready to consider it some sort of condition, when it paused and growled inside again.
No, it was just a hunger pain. Pure and simple. Though it was by far the worst he'd ever felt. It coursed and rattled inside; contorting as it tried to inform its host that it desperately craved nourishment.
'What the fuck is wrong with me?' He complained inside his struggling head, letting out a small whine as he stood up. Blake considered just going back to the office and dealing with the body-crippling agony, yet instead decided he would have enough time to drive over to some sort of nearby fast-food establishment and fill himself until he swore he'd puke. If it took too long, fuck it. It was the eve of Norman's funeral, and nobody gave a shit about his problems currently. Perry trusted his men to do what they were supposed to, as long as it kept him from being crucified by the press. Take a two-hour lunch? Who gave a shit?
Well, certainly not him. Jogging back over towards the car, he fumbled for the automatic lock on his key chain, got in and adjusted the seat back it its comfortable position. It rumbled to life quickly as if copying its owner's sudden and violent need. Carter knew that it had to be the glasses doing this; no normal living thing could eat what he just did and still be famished, as though he hadn't eaten in weeks. Reaching down as he drove, he stopped at a red light and felt his belly- it was flat as could get. Even sunken in slightly. Apparently, all that food was going somewhere, and it wasn't coming out the other end. At least, nothing beyond normal. Otherwise, he'd have been in the toilet every few minutes.
Licking his lips, he found the familiar red-and-white sign of a KFC, then sped forwards, hitting the turn signal like a bear pawing a fish, turning him into the appropriate lane and making the turn into the parking lot then drive through. He barely took the time to look, pulling up to the speaker as the lady offered some sort of promotion, to which he agreed hurriedly, adding several courses of meat and biscuits to his order. An extra-large drink order was asked for, suddenly feeling just as thirsty as well.
'Diabetic? Am I diabetic now? Isn't that a symptom? Well, drinking a lot is…I don't think eating…'
The asshole in front of him was slowing down his need to feast, the car a total piece of shit, a rickety 1980's era Honda Civic that had rust growing everywhere, but especially over the car wheels. A large, thickly clothed arm reached out the driver's side; he had apparently been taking his time in gathering the pennies to hand to the teenage boy inside the paying window. An impatient Carter Blake laid on the horn, causing the punk kid inside to glance back and give him an irritated look as he slowly gassed it in order to make it to the next window and acquire his greasy food.
Meanwhile, his stomach lurched in agony. Feeling as though his organs were literally dismantling his own intestines in order to feed his apparently needy body. Nailing on the gas, his mouth watered as he could smell the cheap, fatty food as it wafted from the pay window. The acne-strewn kid's face looked rather worried as money was practically thrown at him, a $50 he had just barely pulled from his wallet that he was sitting on in his back pocket. He swallowed the thick spit that was forming in his mouth as the change was dealt out, being thanked as he sped quickly into the spot in front of him-
'Oh fuck.'
The pain in the ass was slow again, and he hit the back of the shitty pale-blue Civic too hard for his liking…Well, actually, it was partly satisfying in many ways. His head and neck sailing back as the car in front of him cushioned most of the blow. For a moment his head spun, feeling a dizzying sensation as he struggled to understand his current location and predicament.
A horn wailed in the background, and it took him a while to understand that it was his own. There was a door slam, and the belligerent occupant of the victimized car strutted l over to the older man still seated in his light grey Taurus.
"'The fuck you do' in?" He spat in a disgusting tone of voice, one to match his appearance. He appeared in his early thirties, face sunken in, eyes bloodshot and looking to have just finished binging on some sort of illegal Mary Jane, dressed in a thick hoodie with a Ravens logo splashed across his chest-
'Ohhhh, here we fuck'n go…'
"Get back in 'your fuck'n car." Carter slurred, his eyelids sticking together as he tried to keep them open. A headache hammered from back to front, focusing behind his eyes and throbbing unmercifully. He was in no mood and still fastidiously hungry.
"Get outta 'your car! You dented my bumper you stupid fuck-"
His door was opened with a combination of his unlocking, pulling the handle with a kick, his face a scowl as anger coursed through his veins. Literally seeing red like a bull in the midst of a charge.
"Fuck'n shithead! You get in the car and drive off-" He pulled out his wallet, barely grabbing it from its thrown, discarded state on his passenger seat. Promptly, flipping the badge down as it exposed his status as a police lieutenant. "- Or I'll cuff your ass and say you backed into me."
The punk kid- white as a ghost from the lack of sun, face scruffy from what was probably a long day of not working- was not so much surprised as angry. Carter had taken a few steps forwards when he presented the badge, eyes full of determination and carrying with him an already claimed victory. The junkie's eyes darted from the police lieutenant to the inside of his car- and the action didn't go unrecognized by the veteran cop. Watching as the skinny-but-long-limbed prick dove inside his car, he pulled the same action.
Throwing all the weight into the car, he huffed in air from the exertion as his head pulsed and throbbed, proceeding to reach into his glove box and yank out his gun.
'Be there first, be there first, be there first!'
Standing to attention, he aimed the gun as the other man was just pulling out a crowbar. Really? A crowbar? He held it up in an action as to throw it, but stopped as he found a gun pointed straight at his chest, the cop standing there in a rather unprofessional stance as he aimed the gun loosely with one hand, his eyes barely staying open as his other hand twitched and pulsed at his side. Even his legs were splayed as he attempted to keep upright.
This scared the kid worse, because now it was obvious this wasn't just a cop. He was fucked up on something, obviously. The kid was an avid THC user, recognized the glazed look in his eyes as being drugged and tired- confused, and even hungry. With this, he instead took a shuddering breath, looking to his crowbar, then to the pissed lieutenant. Dropping the bar, it clattered purposely on the cement as drops of water splashed about from the collision. Raising his arms, he seemed to have trouble grasping the shitty situation he got himself into. He just wanted a goddamn bucket of chicken! His mouth worked as she tried to talk, then made a few attempts at some words before he finally remembered how the process worked.
"Hey man- it's okay? I can hook you up-"
"Now- what the hell are you talk'n about-?" Blake spat, more irritated then anything.
"I can get you whatever you need man, coke, crack, I even got some dope right here, dude…Won't even hafta go far." He rotated his palms to the side in a motion to indicate his desire to placate the apparently withdrawn cop.
Blake was stunned; he'd like to say he didn't get surprised anymore after all these years…But this really was something. A dealer trying to sell to a cop at point-blank? In a KFC drive-thru after a fender bender, no less? Of course he'd been offered everything from sex (men and woman alike) to money, to drugs as bribes, he wasn't the bribing type. It insulted him more then anything. Never like this, though. This man seemed so damn sure of himself that he was gonna make a deal happen right here.
Laughing a bit in his throat and shaking his head rapidly to steady his vision, he felt the hunger tear at his innards and make him almost fall over. Clenching his teeth and making a noise of withheld agony, staying behind his pressed lips as he stumbled.
"You think you got balls pull'n this shit with me?"
"No! Nnnno- not at all-"
Strolling forward, Carter refused the ability to control himself as he pushed the fucker back with one hand. The punk looked surprised, barely able to control himself from hitting the hard, wet surface below.
"I'm not playing y'ur asshole games! You tryin' to sell me drugs, eh? Think you're some big hotshot-"
"Please! I got kids- "
"Oh do you? Do 'ya, shithead? Well, aren't you something special?"
Grabbing him by the hood, he pulled the shorter man (for once it felt good to push around a man actually smaller then him.) and thrust him back into the car, hearing him grunt awkwardly in an almost feminine fashion. Slamming the door on his legs, he heard the man cry out at the impact, then yell once more as the crowbar was tossed inside, striking him on the back.
"Have fun telling your kids how you fucked up your back, asshole…"
It didn't take long after that. A huff and struggled walk back to his car later, Carter all but glanced back at his own front bumper, noticing there wasn't much but a few scratches of paint. This surprised yet delighted him, glad he wouldn't have to go to the garage before the trip down to Washington tomorrow. He breathed out in frustration, glad he at least had his job to still throw fear into other people's hearts. Not to mention his bestial rage to back it up.
There was a woman at the food window, she had looked repulsed, too shocked to back away, but too horrified to act as though nothing at all was wrong. Behind him, cars lined had long since backed away further into the parking lot that lay beyond. At the sight of a gun, they wanted to leave before things had escalated.
The lieutenant grabbed the two large bags of food from the surprised teenage girl, they were already spotted from the greasy meals they contained. He threw the girl a cautionary look as her eyes stayed on him all the way to his slightly scratched car, all the while hearing a cascade of beeps rain down as he sat back in, then put his car into gear and took off. It was only when he pulled out of the restaurant's parking lot and back into the precinct's garage that he let himself go.
A breath of air departed his lips, his head slowly lowering to the steering wheel, touching it lightly with his forehead as he closed his eyes, letting out yet another bought of air as he tried to steady his beating heart.
'Goddamn it, Norman…What did you do to me?'
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