©Pelaam: February 2008.
Four strong-minded individuals were at a round table and arguing as strongly an hour after they had all first sat down.
Jaze's team had been given a spate of attacks on female prostitutes to investigate. The victims were little help. They were stunned with tasers before they could get a good look at their attacker. Height, estimated age and hair colour all differed, suggesting the perpetrator was adept at disguise. In the first attacks, the prostitutes had just been beaten, next there had been sexual assault as well, but one of the last two women was still hospitalised. It was clear that if he was not stopped, his next victim could be killed.
Jaze wanted to use uniformed policewomen as decoys and have himself and Stewie, Leo and Shaz shadowing them. Shaz and Stewie wanted to be decoys and have Jaze and Leo shadow them. Jaze steepled his fingers and dropped his head against them, leaving his eyes slitted minutely open. It was not as though Stewie could not do the job. A wig, makeup and clothes and the beautiful young man sitting so obstinately opposite him made an equally beautiful woman. Jaze was proud of the way Stewie and Shaz had presented their arguments. As Cobalt Blue Leader, those arguments had been sound and reasonable. All the big man had to do was reconcile his acceptance as Team Leader with his fear of his fiancé being hurt.
It was not that Jaze was afraid to order Stewie into a potentially dangerous situation, but rather that the older man wanted to be with his lover if he did. However, there was no way Jaze could be visible out on the street if they wanted to attract their man. He gave a mental sigh. It was true that the four of them worked like a well-oiled machine and it was also true that if Shaz or Stewie acted out of character, unable to alert their backup in any other way, Leo and Jaze would pick up on it. Jaze knew the decision had been made.
"Ok," he said slowly. "We'll try just having you two as the decoys and Leo and me as your backup. If we don't score after a few days we bring in some uniforms and double our options."
"Thanks, Jaze," Shaz replied. "We've studied the outfits of the girls targeted. Our man seems to have a dislike of anything with an animal motive, even if it's just a vaguely similar pattern. Stewie picked up on that one after we'd eliminated anything else other than the general proximity as something they had in common."
"One girl had a black and white skirt which, when I looked at it in conjunction with what I'd noticed, I realised could be seen as zebra-print. One girl had a leopard-skin pattern on her scarf and a similar pattern on her shoes. One had a bag with black spots on a white background, I thought maybe... Dalmatian? One girl liked to wear a feather boa and one girl had her hair in back and gold stripes."
"Tiger-print," Shaz said. "Once we'd seen a couple, it became easier to know what to look for. So we're thinking we need something subtle. Anything too obvious and our man will be too intelligent to fall for it."
"You've done your homework well on this one, guys," Leo said, giving Shaz then Stewie a big smile.
"Indeed," Jaze nodded. "It's getting late. I suggest we meet early tomorrow and sort out where we are going to start our operation and just what you guys are going to play dress-up in."
The tension in the room had fully dissipated as the four stood and bade their goodbyes. Jaze knew he was not happy with letting Stewie be on the street alone, even with Shaz, even with Leo and him monitoring. However, he also knew that if they were to continue in their current roles, he could not wrap Stewie in cotton wool, or keep him tied to their bed -- however appealing the second thought might be.
As they headed to their car, Jaze shoved Stewie up hard against the wall where the bigger man knew the security cameras could not see. He devoured Stewie's mouth, thrusting his tongue aggressively past his smaller mate's teeth. He ravished Stewie's mouth thoroughly, leaving his fiancé with kiss-swollen lips, dazed turquoise eyes and an erection tenting the chinos he wore. Jaze rubbed the tented cloth, earning a gasp and thrust from his lover.
"Only when I say so," he growled into a small ear. "Car now," he commanded.
Stewie strode ahead and got inside their vehicle, fastening his seatbelt immediately. He watched as his older mate sauntered slowly over, his smile one of promises to come and primal triumph.
Jaze slid in nonchalantly and turned slightly. He grinned as Stewie's eyes opened wider. Their relationship was anything but secret, but neither conducted themselves with anything less that total professionalism whilst in work.
For a second or two, Stewie was convinced Jaze was going to kiss him again where the cameras *might*pick them up. Instead a knowledgeable hand slid up Stewie's thigh, a tap indicating the bigger man wanted Stewie's legs parting further. Stewie's breath came in short gasps as Jaze unsnapped the button of his chinos and then ever-so-slowly lowered the zipper.
"I'm going to show you just who's in charge, love," Jaze husked. "And you are going to enjoy every second. Aren't you?"
"Yes," Stewie moaned. The low, sensual husk of his mate's voice had the smaller man ready to accept being taken in full view of anyone who might pass. Instead, Stewie felt Jaze slip his hand inside his pants, locate the slit in his briefs and ease his erection from its confines. Stewie whimpered as the cool air hit his overheated flesh. His eyes locked with Jaze's as the older man stroked and squeezed twice, encouraging pre-come to pool at the tiny slit. Stewie felt the calloused thumb slide over his flesh and then Jaze sucked the digit into his mouth.
"Sweet," he rumbled. "Face forward," he ordered. He started the engine and heard his mate's gasp as Stewie realised they would be driving home with his erection at Jaze's mercy.
Jaze drove very carefully. Only when he deemed it safe did he reach across to caress Stewie and keep the young man's arousal simmering. As they parked the car, Jaze felt his own sex surge as he watched Stewie standing at their door, his erection hidden once more, but his pants still open. He pressed close up behind the slender body and reached around to pull Stewie's hardness free of its confines and stroked, feeling the smaller man writhe against him.
"Inside," he growled, unlocking their door. "Den."
Stewie moved as swiftly as he could to their den. Once inside he stood and awaited his next command.
"Strip."
Stewie's hands flew to obey Jaze's order until he stood naked and aroused before his still-dressed lover. He moaned softly as Jaze affixed his collar. The older man smiled at the exquisite picture his lover presented. He kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket, leaving the rest of his clothes in place.
"No words," Jaze whispered, nipping at Stewie's earlobe. "Except 'please', 'more' and 'harder'." His tongue slid inside the tiny canal eliciting a full shudder from the lithe blond. He moved behind his lover, grinding his clothed erection against naked buttocks as he began to tease Stewie's nipples. He felt the smaller body lean trustingly into his as he began to mouth at Stewie's bare shoulders. He turned the pliant body quickly and swung Stewie into his arms.
He strode upstairs. He wanted his mate in their bedroom. He wanted to show his mate who was dominant. He wanted to show Stewie just how much he was loved. He laid the smaller man on their bed.
"Hands," he husked. He smiled as Stewie raised them to the headboard. The older man opted to use the central padded cuffs. These would keep his lover's arms above his head and allow him to position Stewie on his back or stomach as Jaze wanted. At that moment Jaze wanted to gaze into Stewie's expressive eyes. He secured his lover's hands, and spread the smooth thighs apart, teasing the sensitive flesh. He watched as Stewie's head thrashed and legs trembled as his lover fought to keep in the position Jaze had selected.
Jaze replaced fingers with tongue, licking slowly down one limb, nipping occasionally till he reached the foot. He sucked on the big toe slowly... deliberately, relishing the guttural groan from his young lover. He lifted the foot and nibbled on the arch, holding tightly as Stewie's body instinctively tried to pull it away. He repeated the same action on the other foot and then licked and nipped up to where he had begun.
Already a thin sheen of sweat adorned Stewie's body and the beautiful face was flushed. Jaze's tongue slid up the crease of thigh and groin, ignoring the hard flesh that left a silver pool of desire on the toned abdomen of the bound man. Instead Jaze's desire was focused on the perfect nipples that seemed to beg silently to be worshipped. He licked each areola till the flesh was tight and pebbled. He licked once over a pink bud before tugging on it with his teeth and finally sucking it into his mouth as Stewie moaned.
"Please, more."
In response he tormented with fingers whichever bud was bereft of his mouth. He ground down, letting his clothed erection rub against Stewie's naked shaft, earning more whimpers and begging.
"Please, harder."
Jaze moved to just above the reddened teat he had been suckling and nipped, sucking hard. Stewie was going to be wearing Jaze's mark on him in several places before the night was over. Jaze's tongue slid sinuously to the junction of neck and shoulder. A moment later he brushed a butterfly light touch over the flesh eliciting a whimper from the smaller man. The next kiss was equally fragile, a barely there caress, the next built gently on that, as did the next until the smaller man pleaded.
"Harder, please, harder"
With a primal growl, Jaze fastened his teeth into his lover's flesh and pinched one of Stewie's nipples. His fiancé cried out, hands pulling uselessly at their bindings to reach and hold Jaze in place. The big man eased back, licking at the mark he had made.
He flipped Stewie's body effortlessly. He shoved a pillow under the slim hips and spread his lover's legs wide. He knew the blond would not try and move against the pillow unless given permission. He nibbled at Stewie's feet again, teasing his lover, before beginning a slow, open-mouthed ascent of warm, smooth skin. He by-passed the tempting creamy globes and the tightly furled flesh that awaited his pleasure. He lay on top of the smaller man and sucked on the bared nape of Stewie's neck.
Stewie moaned piteously, the weight and scent of his lover had him so aroused he was certain he could come at a single word. The hard evidence of Jaze's own arousal pressed against his buttocks, so close and yet nowhere near close enough. He wanted to beg to be taken, but that had been forbidden. Instead he formed a single word and put all his unspoken need and desire into it.
"Please."
