Trigger
Chapter 6
Uchi Hiroki simply quirked his brows upwards, still leaning his frame against the door and making no effort to invite Ryo inside.
"So why would one of Tokyo's elite take an interest in me?" Uchi said with a slight melodic tilt in his voice, taking pleasure in having control over the situation and Ryo was willing to indulge his little fantasy. Meanwhile he indulged his very own, the visual of Uchi being soft and flushed with his head tilted beneath him. Mussed, sore and yielding.
"There's going to be a press conference held at the keishicho tomorrow." Ryo said, his hands lax in his pockets.
He watched the lines around Uchi's face soften as comprehension dawned in those eyes and he raked them blatantly over the length of Ryo's body. And finally he shifted his body, and he knew with that, he had wrestled Uchi into submission. Uchi had something he desired, and he had something Uchi wanted. It was a match of convenience, and perhaps more now because he was already hard, cagey and terse from the contents of the tape. Every fiber of his being was wrought tight and there was nowhere he could go. He didn't want to return home, to see the cardboard boxes of criminal files that were the grand sum total of his life. He had been driving aimlessly around the city, under the cover of the dark, his mind regurgitating the contents of the video over and over again, until he remembered the name card inside his shirt pocket. And upon seeing the address at the back, he had driven here.
"Then Detective, this isn't a booty call. It's a transaction." Ryo took that as the invitation it was supposed to be and since Uchi didn't move away from the door frame, he brushed against him when he crossed the threshold of the door. The apartment was warm, so different from the plummeting temperatures outside. And he stood there, as Uchi started to unbutton his sweater and fold it over the back of a chair. He let his gaze roam over the interior of the apartment. Very sparsely decorated, with just the bare essentials. The area most cluttered and where Uchi evidently spent most of his time was at the computer table in the corner with the thick ring files shelved and stacked. He looked at the laptop and the open document on the screen before Uchi closed it with a click.
"Occupational habit." Ryo shrugged, standing his ground as Uchi advanced on him with a glint in those eyes.
"Someday, Detective, you've gotta stop being suspicious of everyone around you, thinking they're murderers or something."
Ryo never told Uchi that he thought everyone was capable of killing someone, just that those he was responsible for catching made sure their thoughts manifested into reality. And as Uchi got closer to him, he realized that Uchi towered over him, and that he was using that difference in height to his advantage. It was slightly oppressive, being in foreign surroundings being stared down by another person. No doubt this was payback for this morning’s questioning session, and Ryo almost wanted to smile. He was a connoisseur of mind games, knowing exactly when to retreat and when to prod but this was the first time his opposition wasn't a half-crazed demented killer with a ridiculously high IQ. Uchi took small little steps forward, and his knees bumped against Ryo's shin, until the back of Ryo's knees ended up against the couch. And with a slight little push, Ryo sat down on the couch and Uchi stood between his spread legs, those hooded eyes roaming over him. The silence stretched and grew until it was almost a palpable thing in the room.
"You haven't changed your mind have you?" Ryo's voice was lazy and wry as his mouth twitched in a half-smile.
And Uchi went down to his knees in a single fluid motion, leaning back on his haunches as he rested his palms on Ryo's thighs. Then he heard the voice full of incredulity.
"Not a chance in hell."
~*~
Ryo leaned his head back against the headrest and through the filter of his mind, he could hear the angry wailing of a baby, the loud noises of the television next door and then he could hear his own desperate groans. He could feel the reluctant shudders that ran through his body, the feeling that pooled and intensified at the base of his abdomen as Uchi drank in his reactions from beneath the those eyelashes. Uchi hadn't even done anything yet, just molded the palm of his hand against the hardness through the cotton of his boxers. He was good though, he knew when to exert pressure, unlike some of the people Ryo had been with. The pleasure bordered on pain as he gripped him, before his hands curved into the hem of his boxers and Uchi pulled it down with one fall swoop.
It was a dizzying combination of need and panic as he struggled to breathe, as he realized that using sex as his trump card, Uchi had overturned the tables on him. His mind might abhor the idea, but apparently his body liked it very much. He watched Uchi looking at him, as though gaining strength from all the conflict Ryo was going through, before he licked the head of his cock. And Ryo could hear the gutter swear words in Kansai-ben from his mouth, and it had been so long since he used Kansai-ben, because he had been so successful in eradicating the old traces of him. He didn’t give anyone a chance to know his beginnings, his origin and there was nothing those perps could use against him. He was that good, and now he was crumbling to pieces in Uchi Hiroki's hands. He heard the little hum of pleasure as Uchi took the swelling ridge of his cock in his mouth, his tongue fluttering and he knew he wasn't going to last.
He cupped Uchi beneath his arms, dumping him unceremoniously onto the couch. He was in control again, order reinstated. He rolled up the hem of Uchi's shirt, halting at the nipples which puckered in the cold air. He flicked one finger across it and he heard a little keening sound as Uchi threw his arms over the armrest of the couch, eyes closed and lips parted. His cock was throbbing painfully but he intended to make this bargain very well-worth on his side. There was no blame, no culpability and best of all, no emotional baggage involved. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and Uchi's reaction was so violent that he thought Uchi was going to overpower him. His knee jerked upwards, missing Ryo's balls by just inches and his fingers tangled themselves in his hair, as his body arched, forcing more of himself into Ryo's mouth. He was turned on, by how unabashed and honest Uchi's reactions were. The surge of dominance was so titillating and powerful that Ryo understood why sex was often an intricate part of the kill. But even when looming above Uchi, he wondered how much of that power was an illusion granted to him because Uchi had relinquished that control.
For a reporter's pass.
That unwelcome thought maneuvered itself into his head and he could feel himself withdrawing. He let his hands wander down the expanse of smooth skin, taut over the ribcage and he unbuckled Uchi's belt. When Uchi lay naked beneath him, he could feel the resurgence of all that need. He reached for the lube inside his discarded pants on the floor, smeared it over his hands and scissor his fingers inside Uchi. Uchi's fingers were biting crescent shaped marks on his forearm. Uchi was tight and pulsing inside, and he curled his fingers demonstratively. And he could feel the ring of muscles clenching tight on him. In his hazed state, he kissed Uchi and that kiss hadn't been included in Ryo's sexual repertoire for today because a kiss changed everything. A kiss was intimate, the tangling of tongues and the viscous saliva and it wasn't so much the kiss, but how Uchi kissed. He did it with the same unrelenting intensity as he lavished on his work and that mere thought was enough to make Ryo pull away.
~*~
Right now Uchi hated the couch with a vehemence he had never felt before in his life. He felt like he was being swallowed up by the couch as Ryo thrust into him in a rapid staccato beat. His own engorged cock rubbed against Ryo's abdomen, leaving trails of stickiness on his skin. Suddenly Ryo stopped, the ridge of his cock just barely notched inside him. He got angry, and he scraped his fingernails down the ridge of his back, down the furrow of that spine and he watched Ryo's eyes gleam at him like black onyx. Then Ryo surprisingly caught his ankle in his grasp and he made a soft whimper.
Ryo just let his fingers trace over the arch of his foot, his thumb pressing down hard on the groove and it was like a string pulled taut within him as his body went rigid. And Ryo slammed in, as Uchi was sandwiched between Ryo's and the couch, his body quaking before he felt the warm splash of fluid inside him.
~*~
Ryo lay idly on the couch as he watched Uchi put on his clothes. Uchi was very neat, methodical almost as he put on his clothes and he looked very different from the person who had just lost control beneath him.
"So why me?" He heard Uchi and he didn't pretend to misunderstand the question.
"Because all you wanted was a reporter's pass in return." Ryo said in his level voice as he got up from the couch.
"I'm sure there're others who wouldn't have wanted anything from you." Uchi replied, straightening his collar.
Ryo didn't tell him the rest of it as he let himself out. The rain had stopped and the sky was murky darkness as he walked out of the building. He had thought Uchi was safe, after all he understood enough of his profession and he recognized that ambition and drive in those eyes. Uchi wasn't one for sentimental emotions, not if it meant impeding his moving forward. He had liked that, and recognized a similarity in himself.
But as a cop, he should have known, should have thought longer about it before he gave in. Because those who appeared safe and harmless, were more often than not, the most dangerous of all.
~*~
He unlocked his door, the sound of water sloshing around in his boots annoying him. He hated the rain, but this time it came at the right time for it to be an able accomplice. He wanted his showpiece to be uncovered and found at the appropriate time, and he could already picture the flurry of commotion, the uproar. He felt that delicious tingle of anticipation coursing through him. He had spent much thought in this time's dumping site. Normally it was just logistics and planning to him but this time was different. This time, it was meant as a major f-you to the police department and he had no doubt the press would soon be thinking up monikers for him and splashing their front pages with the gruesome details. He walked across the room, staring at the newspaper clipping of Nishikido Ryo. A worthy adversary and he was going to prove himself smarter than all the rest. He was going to be the one who would end Nishikido Ryo's illustrious career and he let his gaze wander to the grainy picture of Uchi Hiroki, unaware of the camera.
And since he was at it, he was going to drive that stake right through Nishikido Ryo's heart.