Undercover Heat - Part 1 (Slash)
Wed Jun 19 15:58:32 2002
216.7.77.4
TITLE: Undercover Heat
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, Vince does. *pouts* Used without permission. I don't know their true sexuality, this is just fiction.
Don't own the song "Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound Gang.
DISTRIBUTION: Darkflame, Kriket, Lissa, if they want it.
SUMMARY: AU--Christian is a FBI agent and Edge is his suspect. How far will Christian go to bring in his man? Will he want to?
Kay, I hope I did this right. kriket
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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
"Christian Cage."
I frown as I hear my instructor, William Regal, call out my name. What did I do now? It seems that since I started this stupid training, I haven't managed to do anything right. I'll never be the best fighter, hell most of the guys are twice my size. Who am I kidding? Some of the women can even kick my ass. If it hadn't been for my assigned partner, Trish Stratus, I would've quit a long
time ago. She's the only one that seems to have faith in me, constantly telling me that I'm better than most of the idiots out here, and that I have heart. Having heart sure doesn't help when you're getting your ass kicked by the class bully.
As I make my way forward, I notice the other man standing beside of my instructor. He watches me approach with no emotion or expression on his chiseled face, his dark shades effectively hides his eyes from me. He is a blonde about my height with his long hair neatly pulled back in a ponytail. He is gorgeous, but I stifle a giggle as he stands there in his expensive, neat, wrinkle-free black
suit. God, do all FBI agents look that uptight?
"Yes sir?" I ask as I come to stand in front of Mr. Regal.
"Mr. Cage, it seems that your services are needed by our government," Mr. Regal replies unemotionally as if this was not unusual and had happened many times before.
My eyes widen in disbelief. "They need me?" I asked shocked and excited at the same time. I glance back at Trish and she gives me a beautiful smile and a thumbs up. God, I love her.
"This is special agent, Chris Jericho. He will fill you in on all the details of the case. Good luck, Mr. Cage," Regal replies rather coldly and with much envy.
"Thank you," I whisper, beaming as I glance back at my now former and very jealous classmates. Trish is the only one who seems to be genuinely happy for me.
I blow her a good-bye kiss and she giggles, much to the disdain of our other classmates.
Agent Jericho merely scoffs at my show of affection. "Come Christian, the Assistant Director is waiting on us, and he's not known for his patience," he says sharply as he turns and heads for the exit.
"Yes sir," I whisper as I follow him out of the room.
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One hour later, I am being led into a huge, totally white conference room. I shiver at the implied coldness of the room. The only furniture in the room was a huge conference table and chairs, which of course was white.
Agent Jericho motions for me to sit beside of him and I do. I wring my hands nervously as we wait. Jericho has told me that I am needed to bring in a guy named Sexton Hardcastle, a.k.a. Edge. Apparently he has killed over twelve people.
A slight gasp escapes my throat as the door opens and the Assistant Director enters the room. He's huge, muscular, and ruggedly good-looking, despite his big nose.
"I'm Assistant Director Hunter Helmsley," he says extending his hand to me.
"Christian Cage, sir," I reply meekly, suddenly feeling rather small and insignificant in his presence.
"Mr. Cage, I will be quite honest with you. You have been chosen for this assignment due to your looks and age," he says as he glances through some of his papers.
I look at him confused. What? Being the top of the class academic wise doesn't count? Ok, so I'm not the biggest or toughest in the class, but I was close to being the smartest.
"We are in pursuit of one of the most elusive, untouchable killers that we have come across in a long time," he continues.
I gulp as a startling realization hits me. "I'm bait?"
He chuckles. "Not exactly, let me continue."
I nod nervously.
"Sexton Hardcastle, a.k.a. Edge, is a rich, flamboyant psychopath. We can link at least twelve murders to him, but we have no evidence to convict, much less prove that he committed the crimes. His first victim was his own father, followed by his business partner, Vince McMahon and his entire family. I've even lost two agents to him. He has eliminated two members of his own house, the maid, Molly and his financial advisor, Jim Ross. Recently three young tourists came up missing and the last person to see them alive.....Edge. What's even more infuriating is that he passes each polygraph test with flying colors as if nothing happened. As if he's innocent. We need to get someone inside of his compound."
I can see the frustration and anger on his face. I realize that he wants to solve this case fast, but I just hope that I'm ready for this assignment.
"How am I suppose to get in?" I ask.
Helmsley frowned as Jericho coughed.
"Sorry," Jericho whispered in apology, but a smirk tugged at his lips.
"Edge has a strong sexual appetite for young blonde males," Helmsley continues.
I feel faint as he pauses and watches my reaction. "You want me to sleep with him?" I ask with a hint of disgust.
"I'll understand completely if you don't want this assignment. Usually we use seasoned agents for this, such as Jericho, but Edge has seen him. Besides, he seems to spot every agent that we send in anyway. We need a fresh face.....a virgin to the agency, so to speak."
Jericho snickered and the Director glared at him silencing him.
"No," I gasp. "I couldn't possibly......"
Thoughts and images swirled in my dazed mind. Did they know that I had secret fantasies about other men? Was that why they chose me?
"I understand," Helmsley said solemnly. "Jericho see to it that Mr. Cage gets back to the academy safely."
"What?" I ask even more confused.
"It's alright Mr. Cage. I can understand why you wouldn't want this case, but if you pass it up, I'm afraid you're back at the academy."
"Wait!" I gasp. "I changed my mind. I'll do it," I whisper defeated, not wanting my fellow classmates and trainer to know that not only am I a failure but a chicken as well.
Helmsley smiled as he informed Jericho to get me ready as he slid me a picture of my target across the table.
I stare at the picture. Great. Just fucking great. Edge is a blond Adonis, and he possibly has the most gorgeous smile that I've ever seen. Somehow I find it hard to believe that he's a killer, but if it's one thing that I did learn in class.....looks are deceiving.
I feel my pulse increase as I stare at his picture and into his dreamy eyes.
I won't fall for him.
He's just an assignment.
He's a killer.
He's not gorgeous.
~EDGE'S POV~
I grin as I hang up the phone. So Helmsley is sending in another agent to try and frame me. This should be very interesting since this time it's a young rookie he's sending in.
Wonder if he's ever slept with a man before?
Against Mark's stern warning, I'm planning on bringing the sweet little thing home. Maybe once and for all, I can convince Helmsley that he's after the wrong man.
My grin widens. Things are definitely about to heat up for a young agent named Christian Cage.
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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
Five hours later, after an excruciating session with Jericho on the do's and don'ts of gay sex, I'm sitting at the bar of Edge's favorite club and anxiously awaiting his arrival. The black skin-tight leather pants Jericho talked me into wearing are becoming uncomfortable as is the tight see-through shirt. How did I let him talk me into wearing this?
I occasionally glance into the bar mirror to make sure that this is real and that I'm sitting in the very upscale gay club waiting for a murderer. I know that I'm on my own. There is no backup on this assignment. If I screw up, I'm probably dead.
I wasn't sure if I could pull this assignment off, but judging by the number of pinches that my ass has received since I got here, I'd say that I have a good chance. The only downside is that my ass is going to be black and blue by morning.
The bartender winks at me as he slips another drink in front of me.
"Compliments of the house," he whispers.
"Thank you," I whisper with a faint flirting smile.
Ok, I'm leading him on, but I have to fit in? Right?
I've learned that his name is Andrew, but most people here call him Test. What does he do? Test people?
I turn my attention to the smoke filled dance floor. The loud music and scent of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sweat almost makes me nauseous. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a tall blonde dancing seductively with a brunette. When did he come in? I can't see the guys face yet, but his body is to die for. I watch mesmerized as he seductively grinds his pelvis against his smaller dance partner. It almost looked as if he was fucking him right there in front of everyone. God, I wish that I was on the
receiving end of that.
I realize that I'm rock hard and I jump as Test touches my shoulder.
"You alright, sweet thing?" He asks in a deep lustful growl.
I nod, blushing a bright shade of red after being caught watching the dancers like a voyeur.
My eyes roam to the dance floor again and at that moment my eyes lock with the blonde Adonis. He flashes me one of the most feral grins that I've ever seen.
My heart skips a beat.
It's Edge!
Fuck.
I'm dead.
I turn around quickly, trying to compose myself. My chest is heaving in excitement and fear at the same time.
He's gorgeous.
I jump as someone presses against my back. I gasp as I feel his hardness pressing into my backside as he brushes the hair away from my neck and proceeds to place soft tantalizing kisses along it. I nervously glance into the mirror behind the bar and see that it
is Edge standing behind me.
"Do you want to dance gorgeous?" Edge whispers in my ear as he slightly chews on the lower lobe. I gasp again as he grinds up against me provocatively and seductively.
"Leave him alone," Test growls. I don't dare look up at Test. The look on his face must be a angry scowl.
Edge merely chuckles and when I don't reply, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me off the bar stool. I practically squeak as he pulls me close to him.
"I promise that I won't bite....too hard," Edge whispers with a slight grin as one of his hands slides down my back and squeezes my ass.
I shiver as my knees suddenly feel wobbly. He must sense this because he pulls me against him tightly, steadying me as he leads me onto the dance floor.
My heart is beating so fast that I think it's going to explode.
~EDGE'S POV~
A predatory grin slides across my face as I feel his body tremble against mine.
So fucking beautiful. So beautifully naive. But so dangerous.
I have to keep reminding myself that he's a cop, and Mark is going to be pissed when he finds out that I've been playing with him.
But he's so tempting. So deliciously alluring.
I have to have him. I have to taste his innocence at least once. Maybe Mark won't find out.
My grin widens as my favorite song starts to play.
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You're had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle house hash browns
Come quicker than FedEx, never reach an apex like Coca-Cola
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early like Daylight Savings Time
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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
Great. It would have to be that song.
I feel Edge's hands start to wander and explore my body. My skin tingles underneath his fingertips. His slightest touch is driving me crazy. God, I think I've had to much to drink, or am I dizzy with desire.
Adam bumps and grinds seductively behind me and I slightly open my eyelids to find most of the people on the floor lustfully watching us. I quickly close my eyes, squeezing them tightly ,letting Edge take control.
I moan as his hand wanders down the front of me, bolding rubbing my aching cock that is restrained in my tight leather pants. I was about to protest, but his other hand yanks my hair, forcing my head back as his lips claim mine in a long, wet kiss.
Did I just moan again?
I start moving with him, my resistance fading fast as the urge to mate with him becomes stronger as the song echoes in my head.
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Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft
Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Pleasure turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
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My hand tangles in his hair as we continue to kiss. His hand skillfully unbuttons my pants, slowly unzipping them, letting his hand slowly dive underneath my thong where it lovingly starts to stroke my aching cock.
He releases his grip on my hair as he slowly pushes my shirt up and tugs at one of my hard, sensitive nipples, eliciting another moan of pleasure from me.
I hear the cheers of the crowd as he practically takes me on the floor.
Did the song just get louder?
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Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
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~EDGE'S POV~
Oh yeah, his resistance has faded. He's like warm putty in my hand. I can practically smell his desire as our bodies move together. He wants me bad.
I jump as someone taps my shoulder from behind.
I turn and see my bodyguard and advisor, Mark glaring at me and then Jason.
I bump and grind against him one last time before removing my hands from his pants. Christian moans in protest and I grin evilly.
"Edge," Mark growls, but I hold my hand up to stop him from further argument.
"I want him," I growl back, pulling the dazed and flushed Christian with me to a secluded booth in the corner. I'm not finished with him yet. I don't care what Mark says. I want him.
Christian smiles a goofy, confused smile as I scoot in beside of him. He doesn't even flinch as I place my hand on his thigh and gently caress it.
"So what's your name gorgeous?" I ask, trying to play innocent.
"Christian....Christian Cage," he whispers as he tries to catch his breath.
I watch as he realizes how vulnerable he was to my charms. I grin as he tries to scoot away in an attempt to hide his raging erection, but I merely move closer until he's against the divider wall of the booth and effectively trapped. I take this opportunity to brush my fingers across the bulge in his pants.
He jumps immediately and blushes a beautiful shade of red.
"So Christian, are you a top or bottom?" I ask with a feral grin.
"What?" He asks confused.
"Do you top or bottom?" I ask again.
He frowns for a moment. "Both," he whispers unsure of himself."Really? I like a man with no limitations," I whisper as I lean in and kiss him again, my tongue darting into his mouth and swirling with his before he could even start to protest. Seducing him was going to be easy.
He gasps for air as he pulls away. His feeble attempts to thwart my advances are an extreme turn on.
"Have you ever been rimmed before?" I ask as I flick my tongue at him.
He goes pale. "No."
So he decides to answer honestly...amusing.
"You're really a virgin to the male/male scene aren't you?" I ask with a slight smirk.
"None of your fucking business," he growls angrily as he tries to push me away, but I'm not about to let him push me away.
I grab a handful of his hair and yank it backwards exposing that slender throat which I immediately latch onto, sucking and nipping at it hungrily. He moans as my hand once again undoes his pants and slides underneath his thong to stroke his hardness. He wiggles, but he has no place to go.
When I feel that he is close to coming, I release his cock and slowly trail my fingers up his quivering abdomen to his perfect torso. He squeaks as I pinch one of his nipples.
"Sensitive," I whisper in appreciation. "Why don't you come home with me angel and you'll experience pleasures you never knew existed?"
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
Fuck.
What could I say....no?
Yeah right.
I was surprised that getting this close to Edge would be this easy, but I had never guessed that he would have this affect on me.
He is so intoxicating....so wild and animalistic.
He grins as he tucks my aching cock in once more. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private?" He whispers with a wink as he pulls me along with him out of the booth.
"Ok," I whisper as I lean on him for support, not trusting my sense of balance.
He smiles a devilish grin as he wraps his arm around me and leads me through the crowd of swaying bodies.
My body trembles in anticipation.
~MARK'S POV~
I grin as I knock on the bathroom stall that my informant promised to be in. It slowly creaks open, allowing me entrance.
I smile down at the much smaller blonde who licks his lips hungrily as his long, delicate fingers immediately start undoing my pants.
"God, I've missed you," he whispers softly as he manages to free my cock.
I growl possessively as I push him against the side of the stall and cover his mouth with a bruising kiss as my hand roughly undoes his pants. He moans as his arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, crushing him against the wall.
"You sure about this rookie?" I growl as I shove down his pants and help him step out of them.
"Yes," he whispers, his chest heaving with the excitement of knowing that I was going to take him hard and fast.
I lift him and his legs wrap around me, grinding against me. On the first thrust, the head of my cock pushes past his tight ring of muscle causing him to wince in pain.
"You like that baby?" I growl, smiling at the pain clearly written on his beautiful cherub face as his hands clutch at my shoulders.
"Yes," he lies as he gasps for air.
Such a beautiful lying little slut and he's all mine.
I ram into him harder as I crush my lips to his. A whimper escapes his throat, but it blends in with the music and the sound of other couples making out in the stalls. I could kill him right now and no one would find his body until morning, but I don't want to kill him. I want to fuck him senseless.
He knows me. He knows that I like it rough and fast. He knows that I don't give a damn about his pleasure, only my own, and he accepts this and everything else that I do to him.
My fingers tug and pinch at his sensitive nipples, causing him to squirm and wiggle deliciously on my cock. I wish that I could take him home and fuck him properly, but it would compromise his position in the FBI, and right now he's the best informant that I have there.
As I practically pound into him, I feel him tense as his seed sprays between our connected bodies.
I thrust into him a couple more times before spilling into him. I lean forward pressing him against the wall as I try to catch my breath. When he finally gets to heavy, I pull out of him and let his dangling legs touch the floor.
He leans against the wall for support as I grab some toilet paper and clean myself.
"You're incredible," he whispers as he runs his hand through his long blonde hair.
"And you're a great fuck, Jericho," I whisper in approval.
"Do you want to go somewhere more private," he asks hopefully.
I frown as I look at my watch. It's getting late and I better get back out there and check on Edge. Don't want my main bitch to get in any trouble. "Nope. Keep me informed of any new developments," I whisper as I lean over and kiss him once again. "And remember your ass belongs to me and me alone," I growl.
He nods in understanding as I slip from the stall.
~JERICHO'S POV~
I lock the door after Mark leaves. God, he's a great fuck. My chest is still heaving and my body still aches for him.
I can't believe that I threw justice out the window for him, but when he touches me, my body surrenders. I'm his.
I know that eventually I will get caught, but the thought of loosing Mark hurts more than the idea of losing my job.
A job is replaceable. A man like Mark isn't.
I hastily clean myself up and dress. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before stepping out of the stall.
As I open the door, I'm surprised to see my partner, Chris Benoit, glaring at me.
He shoves me back inside as he closes the door and locks it. The grin he's giving me sends a shiver down my spine.
"What do you want?" I ask innocently.
"Did you enjoy Mark fucking you?" He asks bitterly as he dangles a pair of handcuffs before me.
~TBC~
