Deal
by Lynsey

It had been a tough year for Vic, and the hardassed cop was showing signs of the strain. Stealing the money, losing the money, the Armenian mob's constant machinations, the pressure. The divorce, the kids' problems. And most of all, the steady disintegration of his tight-knit group of fellow cops, the ones he counted on to work as a team, always. Even Shane. His partner, his best friend. More like a little brother, like family, than anyone else in his life. Between the bitch who'd gotten herself knocked up by him and the stress of trying to get away with their theft, he and Shane had lost the closeness they'd always had. Had even gone after each other, stopped just short of physical violence and settled for verbal bashing. And it had hurt. Vic didn't show it or like to admit it, but Shane's taunts hurt. Bashing his sexual prowess was a low blow, especially coming from the younger, good looking man. Especially since the last woman Vic had banged had ended up in tears before he was anywhere near getting off, and really there was no one now. Not his ex-wife, and not anyone new either. No one.

When Bruno hit town, it almost felt like a relief. Something simple, the old fashioned game of good guys versus bad guy. Something he and Shane could tackle together, just the two of them. A way to feel good again. Like he really *was* one of the good guys. But Bruno turned out to be not quite as simple as he first seemed. He was young, but far from inexperienced. After a week of trying to figure out who the skinny kid was who'd managed to rip off the ritziest jewelry store in the city, Vic had begun to realize that he wasn't chasing some petty thief. Bruno had quite a history before he'd jumped the pond to the states to escape the law. Including some gruesome murders.

Well, he'd be damned if this kid was gonna make more trouble for *his* city. They'd had more than enough of that. Even if he was clever and dangerous, Bruno was just one man. And he and Shane were more than up to the task of bringing him down. Tracking Bruno, piecing together his story and getting closer and closer to finding him, was a fucking beautiful way to spend a week. His trail led them from exclusive restaurants and beautiful women to seedy gay bars and powerful men of uncertain reputations. The kid was a player. And good at it too. A welcome challenge.

As Vic and Shane left the third bar Bruno had frequented earlier that night, a few of the hustlers hanging out on the corner recognized Shane from his undercover work there months ago, calling to him suggestively. "Hey, you come back to work the streets again? Take away all our business with your tight ass?" It was the first time Vic had laughed in what seemed like years, as he watched a blush creep up Shane's handsome face. "Don't think I couldn't, asshole" Shane shot back, and the boys nodded and smiled goodnaturedly at the response. Shane had proven himself to them, during that time. Whatever he'd thought about what they did or what they were, he'd put a stop to the sicko who thought they all deserved to die. One of the good guys, Shane was. Vic wondered --- is that what they all still were?

It was one of those same boys who gave them the tip that finally led them to the rented room where Bruno was staying. Exhilarated, feeling closer than ever to his partner, Vic couldn't wait to make the bust, bring in this pesky kid. Be the good guy. But Bruno just wasn't going to make it easy. They found the dingy fourth floor apartment easily enough. Tacked on the wooden door was a small hand-written note, printed in bold red marker.

"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals."

"What the hell? This kid is fucking weird," Shane grumbled. But the note had the desired effect. At the sound of voices at the door, the cops instantly heard scuffling and cursing from inside which made it clear that the kid wasn't planning to surrender. "Shit, he's out the window," Shane swore, as Vic gave up on trying to force the door, rubbing his sore shoulder. "The back, quick." Two flights of stairs, feet skidding out from under them as they rounded the corner of the building to the alley behind, just in time to see their lithe quarry jump to the street like a cat from the end of the fire escape and begin to run.

"Police! Get back here," Vic shouted, furious to have Bruno so close to being caught and now at risk of escaping. "Goddammit, go go" he yelled to Shane, then took off after him down the alley. The cops had little hope of catching the agile young man, until around the first turn, Bruno was suddenly confronted with a dead end, blocked by a brick wall on one side and a turned-over dumpster on the other. Trapped, with the cops close behind him. Vic was a big man, and pushing 50 he wasn't in the shape he had been, but he could do what he had to do. Shane got to Bruno first, but Vic was close on his heels. Close enough to see Bruno reach down to his boot as Shane shoved him face first against the brick wall. Not enough time to call out a warning, Vic sprinted the last few feet with a burst of adrenaline, calling out Shane's name as he tackled Bruno, scrambling for the gun the boy had pulled. Vic's hand closed on the boy's delicate wrist, slamming it against the bricks, the handgun falling free and clattering to the pavement. Vic kicked it out of the way as a startled Shane backed away, cursing. "Jesus, goddamn little prick was gonna fucking shoot me!"

And Vic was suddenly full of rage, confronted with the knowledge that he could have lost Shane just as he'd finally gotten him back. He grabbed Bruno by the hair and threw him to the street as easily as if he was made of paper, kneeling on his thin back as he yanked the boy's scrawny arms behind him and fastened the cuffs. Bruno struggled and swore, still trying to escape, kicking violently as he tried to unseat the burly cop who was twice his size. Vic straddled his shoulders and turned to Shane, who was still standing sputtering with anger and disbelief. "Fucking kid could've killed me."

"Take off his boots," Vic directed. "Let's make sure he doesn't have any other lethal weapons hidden on him." Shane nodded and grabbed for Bruno's flailing feet, yanking his boots off roughly and shaking them out. A small knife tumbled from one and clattered to the pavement. "Fucker," Shane swore again. Vic shifted position so he was sitting backwards on Bruno's slight shoulders, and reached underneath the boy, unfastening his jeans. Shane looked at him questioningly. "Get the pants off too, check everything," Vic ordered.

Bruno renewed his struggle, but finally stopped, winded, as Shane peeled the jeans over his skinny hips and all the way off, shaking them and feeling through the pockets before tossing them on the ground. Both cops stared at Bruno's naked ass, surprised that the boy hadn't been wearing any underwear. His tee shirt tangled around his shoulders, hands cuffed at his waist, Bruno's pale bare back and boyishly curved ass were strikingly exposed, and joltingly erotic. Vic felt the adrenaline that had pumped through him as rage a minute ago make his cock spring to life at the sight, and he shifted position, bringing a moan from the boy pinned beneath him. Impulsively, Vic slapped Bruno's butt soundly, leaving a red blotch. "Nice ass," he laughed, "You'll be popular in prison." He caught Shane's eye and they shared a smile, relief and the heady feel of success warming them both. Yeah, this was how it should be. The two of them, winning. Powerful. His dick throbbed with the sense of it, and he spanked the boy's ass again just for the hell of it. Hard.

When the weight of the big cop finally was removed, Bruno tried to catch his breath, half rolling to his side, coughing and gasping. "Get up, asshole," Vic ordered, watching closely as Bruno struggled to his knees, making quite a helpless spectacle of his raised ass before he stood shakily. When he turned around, Vic blinked at the boy's unexpected beauty. Fuck, the kid was gorgeous. As pretty as any girl, big smoky blue eyes and high cheekbones, full pink lips and silky brown hair. Jesus. No wonder he could talk his way into so many situations, take advantage of so many people.

Bruno took only a second to weigh his options and size up the circumstances, the two cops' vulnerabilities. He was experienced in this more than in anything else. Figuring out what other people wanted and then how he could give it to them, in a way that would bring him what *he* wanted. Bruno wasn't adverse to using violence, but using sex was always his first choice. He knew what he looked like, knew the effect he had on both men and women. And his senses were finely attuned to when the effect was working. To the spark in the big cop's eyes when he saw Bruno's face, the slight bulge at the man's crotch. The lust for power he could feel in both of them, but especially in the older one. The need for it, to prove something. His virility maybe? Attractiveness? Well, Bruno could make him feel that, if given the chance. He'd made many big strong men weak in the knees with the way he sucked them. And maybe then he could get off easy.

Not giving Vic time to think or react, taking advantage of that moment of shock and the physical response of the cop's body to Bruno's pretty face and half-naked bound body, was his best chance. And Bruno took it. "Please," he said, his melodic accent working its effect instantly, "Go easy on me. I can make it worth your while." He closed the few feet of distance between himself and Vic, holding the cop's eyes seductively, then dropped to his knees and nuzzled his face against the older man's crotch, finding the hardness where his dick was trapped and mouthing it through the denim, grazing the shaft with his teeth expertly, making sure the cop could feel the physical sensation before he could react to pull Bruno off him.

"Jesusfuckingchrist," Shane swore from where he stood, and Vic grabbed the boy by the hair and yanked his head back. "What the fuck are you doing?" he spit, but then he saw Shane's face. And that, more than the delicious pressure of Bruno's mouth on his cock, was what made Vic change his mind. Shane was grinning, looking at Vic with a mix of envy and admiration. "I think he can't resist your dick" he teased his partner, and Vic felt that particular part of his anatomy twitch and harden more. "Of course he can't, nobody can, men, women...." Shane laughed again, nodding. It was a way of making amends, partly, for the hurtful things he'd said to Vic, for implying that nobody would want to fuck him, nobody would want to love him, that his marriage had failed, that he was old. A way of acknowledging his prowess that Vic needed even more than he realized.

"What the hell, may as well get a blow job outta this," Shane shrugged. "I'll keep watch." Bruno returned his mouth to the big cop's pants, knowing he'd succeeded, determined to make this mind blowing. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the cop's hands as they tugged down his zipper. Big masculine hands. Calloused, worn. Powerful. Sexy. Bruno let himself sink into that space he knew he could go, let himself take refuge in sex, the place that was most familiar, most welcome. He rubbed his head against Vic's hand like a cat, almost moaning in his eagerness. He wanted this now, almost as much as the cop did. Wanted this strong powerful man to succumb to his mouth, to grunt with pleasure. To run those big hands over Bruno's thin pale body. Vic's fingers tangled in his hair and yanked his head back, and Bruno caught the scent of the man's body in a sudden burst of sensual stimulation, the damp sweaty smell of his balls as the cop loosened his pants and pulled out his stiff prick. Felt the silky smooth head slide against his cheek, the hardness of the shaft.

Bruno opened his mouth willingly, letting Vic tug his head back roughly and angle his eager dick inside. He opened his eyes as he felt it shove between his lips, taking in the thick coarse hair above, the man's broad chest and stomach, furry and sweaty and firm. All man. The cop's cock was fat though not too long, but he fucked Bruno's mouth roughly, making his jaw ache in no time. Unable to balance himself with his hands cuffed behind his back, Bruno was grateful for Vic's hold on his hair, even though his scalp already burned with the constant pulling. Closing his eyes, he fell into the rhythm of the act, slurping and sucking, alternating between tight vacuum and seductive, teasing licks, swirling his experienced tongue around the leaking tip until the cop was breathing hard, thrusting his hips faster, more desperately. "Ohyeah" he muttered, "Suck that cock, you little prick." Bruno hadn't expected encouragement, and the dirty words had an immediate effect on him. Groaning himself, the boy released the fat dick in his mouth and bent his head to suck on the cop's heavy balls, drawing one and then the other into his mouth, pulling and mouthing them gently, then more roughly. "Ohfuckyeahdamn". He could hear the cop's increasingly uninhibited curses, knew he was driving him mad. So mad that Vic had let go of his hair completely, lost in his own pleasure.

Bruno took that moment to stand up, turning his back on the cop and leaning his face against the brick wall, right next to where the cop stood with his swollen prick jutting obscenely, glistening with the boy's spit. Bruno turned to meet Vic's eyes over his shoulder and raised his ass just slightly. "Fuck my ass? Please? Shove your big cock up me?" He knew the cop was too far gone to refuse that kind of an offer. Without hesitation, the big man pressed behind him, shoving him hard against the wall as he forced his spit-slicked cock up the boy's hole. Bruno gritted his teeth against the burn, the thickness of Vic's prick stretching him without gentleness, the cop's substantial weight crushing against him as he rammed in and out. He could feel the older man's hot breath against his neck, hear his low grunts, the desperation in his deep groans. Bruno loved this moment, feeling possessed and yet in control at the same time, enveloped in the musky smell of the man fucking him, covered with his sweat, the fat cock stabbing into him. Vic gasped and shuddered when he came, and Bruno knew it was a violent cum, the kind of orgasm that leaves your thighs shaking. Mind blowing.

"Ah, Jesus," the cop muttered as he pulled out and shoved his prick back in his pants, backing against the wall to catch his breath. "Holyshit." He turned to see Shane close by, grinning still, rubbing his hardon through his tight jeans. Bruno turned around tentatively, still panting himself, trying to size up what he should do next. Shane pointed and snorted, gesturing to Vic. "Man, you really *are* a good fuck, the kid's got wood, look at 'im" Bruno felt himself blush at the derisive ribbing. He never could control his cock. But what the hell, that was part of the power of it anyway. The cop wanted to believe he was hot, well let him. It wasn't very far from the truth anyway, Bruno thought suddenly. The fuck *had* been hot.

Vic laughed too, but Bruno could tell he was pleased. "Cmon kid, show my partner what you can do," the cop ordered, grabbing Bruno's thin shoulders and forcing him back to his knees. Shane didn't need any encouragement to lean back against the wall and take out his dick, but it was Vic who guided Bruno to him, yanking at his hair roughly and pushing his face against Shane's crotch. This cock wasn't as fat, but it was longer, almost like their dicks were matched to their bodies, Bruno thought as he opened his mouth and took the second one inside. Shane was already so aroused that his cock was drooling, and he bucked against Bruno's mouth immediately. Unlike the first time, Vic made no pretense of keeping watch on anything other than his partner's fuck, his hand in Bruno's hair as the boy sucked Shane's cock eagerly.

When it seemed like Shane would lose it at any moment, Vic pulled Bruno off him and pushed his head lower. "Do what you did to me," he said, his voice husky. Obediently, Bruno took Shane's balls in his mouth, already intoxicated with the smell of him, the feel of him. The cop was moaning, back arched against the wall, practically begging to cum. And the feel of Vic's hand on the back of his neck, encouraging him, it made him feel more like a whore than ever, yet the unexpected tenderness in the big cop's fingers made his head spin. "That's right, yeah, good," Vic urged. Bruno could tell he was excited again, by the tone of his voice, the urgency in his touch. Shane's eyes were closed, but Bruno had a feeling that Vic was getting off on watching his partner be pleasured. Yeah, that was it. Get them off together, that's what would really blow their minds.

Bruno pulled back again before Shane could shoot, turning to nudge against Vic's crotch again, feeling the hardon he knew was there push against his cheek. He turned his ass to Shane, murmuring an invitation to the younger cop, knowing it wouldn't be declined. "Fuck me," the boy muttered, "please". He looked up at Vic in front of him from his knees, big eyes luminous, pleading. "I'll suck you too, let you both take me," he said, gulping for effect, making it seem like a sacrifice, like the ultimate surrender to the cops' power. And Vic wanted it, bad. He could tell. The big cop positioned himself on a nearby crate, pulling Bruno with him by the hair as he sat down and opened his fly. Vic deftly unfastened one of the handcuffs, allowing the boy to brace himself on one arm, then refastened the other to his own wrist to keep him secured.

Bruno made no move to escape, groaning at the sight of Vic's swollen prick as it sprang free, taking it in his mouth before anyone could change their mind. Vic held his head as Shane knelt behind him, grasping his skinny hips as he sank his long hard dick deep into the boy's already-slick asshole. This time there was no pain, just white hot pleasure as Shane's cock stroked his gland with every thrust, and Bruno let himself go limp between the two men, his mouth filled with cock, his ass filled with cock, his own cock throbbing and drooling as it swung beneath his taut belly. He didn't care about the circumstances now, only the need to cum. It took only a few strokes with his own hand, resting his head on Vic's thigh to steady himself, to bring him off, gasping as he splattered the street with his cum. "Ohfuck", Shane swore as he watched the boy shoot, and pushed into him hard, froze with the force of his own orgasm, clinging to Bruno's narrow hips. Vic watched, heart pounding with the excitement of it, the forbidden never-even-fantasized about experience of it, the....ohfuckyeah, and then he was cumming, pumping streams of cum into Bruno's mouth til the boy was choking with it. When it was over, Vic re-cuffed the boy's hands together and shoved him to the street, all three of them gasping for breath.

"Fuckingjesus," Shane swore, fumbling with his fly. He looked to Vic for reassurance, needing to know things were okay between the two of them. I can't believe how hot that was, he thought to himself with not a little bit of fear. Whatthefuck?

Vic laughed, tugging up his own pants, feeling weak in the knees. "Unfuckingbelievable." Shane joined the laughter, relief flooding him. It was okay, it had to be okay. If it was okay with Vic, well then....

Bruno rolled to his side again to look up at the two cops, swallowing the last of Vic's spew and licking his full bruised lips. "I can do better," he said softly, "Let me prove it to you. I can stay out of your way completely, except to do that.....this...." he suggested. Now was the moment of truth. Had he been such a good fuck that they wouldn't want to give up on the possibility of another? Or was he headed to jail now? Had he read them right, figured out what they needed and how to give it to them? Make a man the offer that fulfills something he never thought he'd get filled, and you have him where you want him. But Bruno wasn't sure.

Vic met his partner's eyes.

"Let's make a deal," he said, smiling.

The End