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Sivos leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the crowd in the club. He was glad he'd worn his normal outfit as opposed to something brighter – the black allowed him to fade into the shadows and survey the place mostly unnoticed, which was his preferred hunting method. The close-cut black clothing with the decorative strips of cloth attached to his dark purple leather belt in front and back, with the form-fitting shirt covering his torso, showing off the contour of muscles and leaving shoulders bare was close enough to what many in the club were wearing, if a bit muted in comparison to their flashy colors. He smirked and shifted, glancing at the modified leather vambraces that went from wrist to biceps; he thought he made a dramatic picture against the club.

A slight frown flickered across his face; the downside was that he’d been here an hour and hadn’t found anyone… interesting. Need and desire swam in his blood, driven on by the low, heavy, sensual beat that echoed through the club, the high emotions of everyone around him, and the alcohol he’d drank. He snarled; maybe he needed to go for one of his second choices, since no one extraordinary was catching his attention. He ran his fingertip idly around the rim of his glass as he surveyed the offerings and the bodies moving to the rhythmic beat of the music, attempting to make a decision. Suddenly one of those brief lulls in conversation and noise happened, the ones that happened occasionally in any group of sentient beings, coinciding neatly with the very brief pause of the current song ending and before the next begun.

It was into this relative silence of murmured conversation and that the door opened, and in paced… him, as if the brief second of silence had been designed just for him.

Sivos' breath caught as his crimson-red eyes locked on the newcomer, garbed only in paint and leather. He made a purely masculine appreciative noise deep in his throat as he scanned over the broad, bare chest and torso painted with intricate designs, down to the tight leather pants that left little to the imagination. Heat flared in his blood and desire curled in his belly as his body tightened at just the sight of him and his confident, sensual movements as he walked to the bar. Sivos wondered what the paint tasted like, wondered what it would look like smeared against his own unpainted skin, wondered what the man’s skin tasted like under all that paint… wondered just how far down that paint went.

Sean Jones crossed his arms, trying to look more pissed off in an attempt to hide that he was scared, and took another long look around the room, a sneer curling his lip. He couldn’t help but be envious of the nice, big house, huge shaded yard, the fine furniture and decorations in the hall he’d been led through; he even liked the all hardwood, strong, masculine feel of the place, not to mention just the size and the expensive car that he’d been picked up in. Stuff we should have, seein’ as how we’re the ones payin’ for it, he thought to himself jealously. His gaze dropped to his wrist again, to the bright red, newly healing scar on his right wrist, going into the palm of his hand. He gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, anger swirling in his gut.  

He’d known ever since he was eight that his family’s bloodline was just used as ‘scapegoats’ for the Williams family. He still didn’t fully understand – magic and witches and warlocks seemed like something out of a movie, but… he couldn’t deny that when that blade had snapped on the carpentry saw in shop class, there did seem to be something supernatural that had guided it as it had flung itself across the room, seemingly curved around and missed the column in the center of the room, missed everyone else… and slashed his wrist and palm when he’d thrown up an arm to deflect it.

Sean growled to himself and pushed off the wall to pace in front of the windows. He didn’t like being here, it made him nervous, and even his dad’s call telling him to go with the strangers who picked him up from school didn’t make him feel better – not when he could hear the worry he had tried to suppress even as he said that everything would be fine, they just wanted him to meet someone.

The police precinct house was always busy in Vos City. Sean smirked and shook his head. Considering the amount of vigilantes in the City, on top of the regular amount of crimes... it would be surprising if it wasn’t.

Unfortunately, it did make it a bit difficult to slip a note to a certain detective. Even with his tech and stealth skills, there wasn’t any way Warp could get in there without being noticed.

Sean, on the other hand...

He stood from the bus stop bench across the street and stretched. He slipped his hands back in his pockets as the kid he’d hired to deliver a note left the precinct house. The boy wove his way across the street back toward the bus station; Sean met his eyes, then glanced at the seat he’d just left, and drifted off down the street. Behind him, he knew the boy was collecting the $50 he’d had folded and wedged between the slats of the bench; high payment for delivering a note, maybe, but Sean could easily afford it with his... employment, and it would guarantee that the kid would vanish afterward. 

A thoughtful look flickered over Sean’s face. It’d been a week since he’d... welcomed Detective Shawn Wolf back from suspension. He glanced at the precinct house before he rounded the corner of the block, hands still in his pockets. He wondered if Shawn would show. Nervous excitement curled in his stomach, and he took a deep breath and shoved it away. He’d find out tonight. 

The note he’d had the kid deliver had been simple: 

Roof of the precinct house. 10pm.

~W.

For now, he’d just have to wait. He’d head home, have dinner, and get geared up - then head to the roof.

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The blind came off his head and he instinctively flinched, expecting sudden harsh light to blind him all over again. Nothing like that, the light of the room slightly hurt, but it was muted, more a pale silver that flooded the surroundings with a lone bare lightbulb in the corner offering a bit brighter spot. Shawn shifted on his chair and tested the handcuffs around his wrists, eyes wary as he noted the wall dominated by a great glass circle where even now he could see numbers, realizing he was inside of the huge clock in the downtown area. So he knew where he was but now the question was, who the Hell did this?

A low growl slipped from his chest as he glanced down to his shoulders. He could probably dislocate one and manage to get out of the chair but putting it back in joint would be a problem. And Shawn wasn’t so sure he wanted to weaken himself like that, not when he didn’t know exactly what or who he was dealing with. He shook his head as he tried again to slip one hand out of the cuffs. “And to think,” he murmured to himself. “I wanted to go back to work.”

“And welcome back, Detective~” A voice purred, dark and sultry in a way that made Shawn still in his seat, having it hard to catch his breath when his heart pounded so loudly in his chest he could hear it, the heat searing through his body at just the sound. The owner of the voice appeared in his line of sight, the upper half of his face hidden in shadows, a black mask over his eyes, the lower half Shawn could see that mouth curved into a wicked smirk. His frame was wiry, not the bulkiest vigilante running amok through the city but there was a predatory grace and control of his movements Shawn always found himself noticing.

“…Warp,” drawled Shawn, trying to keep the breathlessness and arousal from that voice out of his own. “I-if you wanted to see me so damn bad, c-could have dropped by the station.” He watched as that smirk deepened and damn if he didn’t realize that yes, this was what he missed those long weeks away. He shifted again in the chair, moving enough to make the handcuffs clink together, the room quiet enough both could hear the metallic sound. “S-so what is this? M-missed me?”

“Oh, I’d like to… play with you with cuffs, Detective. But you pick boring places.” The masked man winked at him, enjoying the surprised and intrigued look he was given by the sitting man. “You just got back from a rather long suspension and already trying to arrest me?” He tsked, shaking his head. “I think we both know who you really want to be handcuffed.”

“H-hey! You jumped me. I-I just got back today and I haven’t even looked at your files yet. There’s other things to my job, you know.” His own voice sounded in his getting angry growl, more at himself because the asshole was more than a little right about him. ”Y-you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on now?” His breathing hitched when Warp plopped down on his lap, straddling him. There was not a damn thing he could do about it, a tremor ran through him and he gritted his teeth as a finger came under his chin, prompting him to lift his head up to meet that gaze. His ire grew when he realized Warp was enjoying this state of half turned on and half pissed off he was in. Only Warp could push his buttons the way he did, and Shawn tried to make an effort to control his breathing, knowing that would help him control his voice.

“Rumor has it that you had to make a choice, Detective, between your job and me. You picked me. Hence your suspension… maybe I wanna know, do the rumors have any truth to them? Did you?”

Shawn dragged his tongue over his teeth but didn’t look away from Warp. He found the questions odd and couldn’t understand the importance to them even though he had a feeling the answers had to mean something to the other man to abduct him just to ask. He merely shrugged and tried relaxing into the chair in an attempt to create a little more space between them.

“R-Really? That’s what you wanna know?” Shawn rolled his eyes at Warp’s irritation he wasn’t answering them. “T-this is a lot of trouble you’ve gone through. Why the… interrogation?”

“Because I have to know.” Warp frowned, not pleased that Shawn ignored answering him. Because he didn’t understand why someone so hellbent to get him off the streets risked his career for him? It had been a question that had hounded him for weeks while Shawn had been on suspension. He almost tracked the detective down in that time to ask. Almost, but stopped himself. Going to Shawn while he was off duty made if far more personal, a boundary Warp kept having to remind himself he didn’t want to cross. “You don’t like me and you never….”

“Y-You saved my life, Warp. Didn’t have to, figured your own life would be a helluva lot easier with me out of it.” Shawn closed his eyes and shook his head. “I-I always wanted to ask why o-on that but… guess handcuffing you to a chair in Kaon Corps’ clocktower d-didn’t cross my mind.” He opened his eyes and tried to shift in the chair frowning at the masked man on his lap. “S-still would guess m-maybe you missed me.”

“I’m disappointed the thought didn’t occur to you, Detective.” Oh, that irritating smirk and the way Warp’s body moved over Shawn’s. The detective’s breath caught and Warp drank down every movement, his imagination sparking on how Shawn would move in an even more intimate position. “Maybe I don’t want an easier life, the entire masked vigilante messes up that too. That wasn’t an option, Shawn, to let you die. Take it how you want.”

“T-that’s the first time you called me my name.” Shawn shook his head. “L-look, you’re not so bad. The acting above the law is fucking annoying but… you get things done. T-things that might never have happened if left to the system. You know how corrupt it’s gotten in the Council, the Mayor’s office, the police department.”

“Shawn’s not a bad name~” Warp grinned while he inwardly bit his tongue. The lines were always ones he didn’t cross but something seemed… different. For him it was when the thought of Detective Wolf dead and gone became unthinkable. There were many things Sean had lost in his life… this wasn’t one he wanted to consider losing. Bitterness flared up tamping down the hope that maybe something was there in between them because Shawn wasn’t even his to lose. “From where I sit… above the law isn’t such a bad thing, detective, it does put you under me~” His voice dropped back down to an intimate purr, not quite his signature one but one he’d been saving just for the times they’d talk, this purr holding more in it, having a purpose being just between them.

Shawn cursed under his breath, unable to stop the shivers racking his frame from just that purr as it rolled through him. It was amazingly sexy, hitting him just right to tighten his body as it heated him up, leaving him wanting more. He lifted his head as Warp linked hands behind his neck, dark eyes drowning in need and lust as he felt… so lost, his heart pounding in his chest, he pulled at the handcuffs again wishing to have his hands free to touch Warp, to explore his back and hold him closer. “D-dammit Warp, j-just answer me,” Shawn’s deep voice was lower, that breathlessness back that sent shivers of anticipation down Warp’s spine. “Why?”

Warp moved forward on Shawn’s lap to bring the fronts of their bodies in closer contact, hissing as despite the layers of clothing their lengths brushed against each other. Shawn moaned, hips moving to try to increase the contract. Warp’s head fell down, teeth finding Shawn’s lower lip and biting quick, hard, drawing blood to give a reminder of the claim he wanted to put on Shawn. How much he wanted to make Shawn his.

“W-why?” His voice was more a needy whine than anything else. Warp’s gaze locked onto the way his tongue danced over his swelling lip.

“S-someone told me it’s not a bad thing to let people with no masks be in my life.” Warp’s voice was shaky and husky from his own need. “And you… you’re the most real person I know,” He breathed.

Shawn had to swallow hard, trying to get both his mind and words back under his control, his hands tightened to fists behind his back. “S-sounds like g-good advice,” he breathed, not knowing how to respond to the compliment. “T-this your w-way of asking a guy out?”

“If it were,” Warp breathed, shifting atop Shawn again, “Would you say yes~?” he asked, lowering his head so their lips brushed.

Shawn bit his lower lip, Warp’s actions scattering his attempts of getting himself under control. His fingernails dug into his palms as he shook his head a bit. “R-remember that advice s-someone gave you? I-I could use less masks in my life t-too,” he rumbled voice still holding lust but a strong challenge in his tone as well.

Warp took a slightly-shaky breath and raised his head, moving his hips so they pressed intimately together again, wanting to wring another breathless curse from the other man, and his lips quirked into a smirk as he was not disappointed. He knew he was not only breaking his self-imposed boundaries and crossing lines, but he was shattering them, and he had to ease back, but he couldn’t resist pushing it just a bit further.

“….And what if I took the mask off, my dear Detective Shawn Wolf~?” he purred, voice low and in that same private purr that he had used earlier. “Or would you… arrest me~?”

Shawn parted his lips, not even sure what he was going to say – lust and desire swam in his systems, countered by anger at being abducted, suspicion at the offer, and confusion at Warp’s motives. A bitterness at the idea that the vigilante could be toying with him, that this might be another of his games, flickered through his mind.

Before the cuffed man could speak, Warp laid his finger across Shawn’s lips and gracefully stood. “Don’t answer that now, Detective,” he breathed, voice still heavy with his own desire. “Another time, perhaps~” he purred, and let his digit trail off Shawn’s lips. He held up a key for the cuffs, bright emerald green eyes sparkling with secrets.

Shawn took a shaky breath and glared, trying to ignore the feeling of loss when the other man stood. His gaze swept down Warp’s frame and he smirked, seeing that he wasn’t the only one affected by their nearness, before that dark gaze returned to Warp’s emerald one. “W-what, you just gonna l-leave me like this?”

Warp tsked and glided around behind the restrained man. “Hardly, Detective. I have every confidence that you’ll find your way free.” Shawn’s eyes widened as he felt the cool metal of the key pressed into his palm, then his eyes narrowed and he cursed as he realized that by the time he’d maneuvered enough to use it in the cuffs, the vigilante would be long gone.

“Such language~” purred that husky voice from behind him. “Welcome back to duty, Detective~”

While Shawn was cursing and still trying to maneuver the key, he barely caught the sound of quiet steps of the other man moving away and a whispered phrase that made him pause before he shook his head, sure he’d heard it wrong.