#closed encounter

If you had told the two baristas that were working the cafe that night that they would both be entranced by the man who entered for the first time, Séb would have told you off and Lance, god forbid, would have laughed. He knew that there were people who weren’t just humans and he could tell that something about the man who walked in the door that clued him in onto a greater presence than a regular man. He didn’t even have to look at Séb to know that his friend was feeling somewhat the same. He knew that the older one would be a little less attuned to the needs of others, so Lance went ahead and took the customer’s order and if he flirted with the man, only he would know as he looked over the man. He sensed that he was going to be screaming by the end of the night, either because he had the man’s cock inside him or from watching his friend get railed. Either way, Lance was ready for the opportunity and as he forced Séb to make the food, he’d turn the open sign to closed and hope that he’d be able to be the first one bent over the counter, his pants around his knees.

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It wasn’t like Devon to push himself into situations like this, but when alcohol was involved and there was a hot cop to encounter, he could see why he could fall so far down the rabbit hole. He never openly told anyone about anything, but he always had a thing for cops, especially when they could use their cuffs and keep him from touching. It was nothing major, but it was definitely something he could fall right into.

He didn’t have a lot of time to make up his mind though, as he knew that his boss had pulled some strings for him to have the weekend off from the restaurant he worked at, and he wanted to see that one cop again... the one with the jaw filled with hairs that would be incredible to feel teasing his sensitive skin, the one who always looked like he had been carrying some heavy machinery in his pants.... Devon hadn’t even told his boss about those fantasies. He didn’t want the other man to know what he got up to. Grabbing a simple v-neck and a pair of jeans that fit him just so, he would head out for the night, hoping to end up crossing paths with that man again, and this time trying to get a rise out of him. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna go down without a fight, so he slid a little box cutter in the small pocket behind where he usually kept his phone.

It wouldn’t take too long before he’d find a way to start some chaos, He’d find a way to just stay in the local bar until it was a bit too late and he didn’t want to leave without the hot cop. He could probably be arrested at this point for public intoxication, but he’d hopefully push his luck and get that man who was going to turn this weekend fantasy into a reality.

If you were to tell Nolan that he would be able to overpower a young man like Chris Redfield, he would have laughed at the statement but finding the young man in a state of visible disarray, Nolan knew that there would only be a few ways that this encounter would end and he could not wait to break that young man worse than any of the enemies he had encountered. Knowing damn well he had the upper hand, he would grab the young man and pull him into the alleyway that lead to the back part of his house, which was originally a small warehouse in the town as he yanked the collar of Chris’s shirt and whispered in his ear, “I could rip a hole in these to take your hole like the slut you are, but I’d want you to be good about it. Say that you didn’t run into someone who wrecked you when you get back to your HQ, pretty thing. There may be another time where you come over without me taking what is mine without asking proper permission.”