Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest II - The Porn Bites Back

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Fic - Part One

[anonymous]

“Latest recruit?” Warren asked lightly.

Chris nodded.

“How are you finding it?”

Warren slid Chris’ shirt over his head with deft ease. Chris shivered as Warren’s eyes gazed at his stomach before trailing northwards to his chest, finally settling upon his face.

“Everything’s great.”

“Haven’t run into any trouble yet?”

“What do you mean?” Chris asked, confused.

“It’s not always a black and white world, Mr. Skelton. Criminals escape justice, murders remain unsolved, sometimes due solely to police negligence.”

“Turn around.”

Chris complied, feeling Warren’s still-clothed chest press against his bare back.

Chris felt fabric brush against teasingly against his cheek. His eyes focused on the strip of black material before it was draped across his eyes and tightly knotted into place against the back of his neck.

“I’m fine with how everything is,” Chris said honestly. There’d never been a situation that had they hadn’t been able to handle. They got the information they needed from their informants already, and the Guv

Fic - Part Two

[anonymous]

And then Warren stopped and Chris could feel him step away, could feel the heat loss of another body leaving the proximity that had been there moments before Warren’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, steering him across the floor. It was a cautious progression even with guidance, and yet even as the blindfold bit into the back of his neck, Chris didn’t for a second want it removed.

“You can leave right now, Mr. Skelton. We can forget this ever happened,” Warren said softly.

But Chris knew if he didn’t agree to this, there was nothing to ensure what happened one week ago was brought to others’ attention.

Chris opened his eyes and looked up. “Yes,” he whispered.

Warren allowed his fingers to remain on Chris’ cheek before trailing down towards his neck.

Warren placed Chris’ hands upon smooth, cool, wood. His desk. Chris thought vaguely as he felt Warren’s fingers pull his hips back from the desk, causing Chris to bend forward at the waist.

Warren brushed his throat before kissing him on the brow. An oddly unsettling