A little bit of a teaser. SVU Story. M/M themes.
The man didn't give a last name as he fingered the plain styrofome cup in front of him after draining the sludge they called coffee from it. A hand slammed down in front of his eyes, and he smiled quietly.
"Look! I can't help you if you don't help -me-!" Cried the voice of the irate cop who'd been interrogating this man for the past 3 hours. Not a -word- had passed from his lips. Elliot Stabler of the New York City SVU station growled as his patience was tested again.
"Did you, or did you not...have any involvement with the multiple sexual encounters with two or more dozen minors in the past seven years?" Those brown eyes peered up, that smile still curled on his lips, the honey brown depths glinting int he sad light above them.
Elliot gave another growl and he slammed his hands down once again, the man's calm exterior bothering him to the point of madness. Niceties were no longer working for unhappy detective.
"We've got your prints, your DNA inside most of the victims, but they all said you were there! But I know...." his voice lowered, piquing the man's interest, "I know you didn't work alone. No...you've got "Dog" written all over your face. You aren't smart enough to work alone. Who was with you?"
Finally the man spoke...
"Why, Detective, no one was with me." That smile went sunny, mocking the detective. The man was named Deacon. Still no last name and no prints on file. Guy didn't have a record. Elliot thought this would have been cake. Deacon figured it was time for some fun and games.
"I'll tell you...who I work -for- but not work with...." Captain Don Cragen grinned happily behind the glass. Even better. Knock down the whole operation.
"But I want something out of it, Detective." The grin fell from Cragen and Elliot's faces. Huang smiled though. The FBI agent was good at reading people, very good. This boy was having fun. Why spoil it?
"Fine, what do you want?" Elliot said with a sigh, expecting him to want a deal. Suddenly Deacon's fingers were sliding against his neck and jaw up throught he shortly cut hair to drag him across the table to spill into Deacon's lap. Lip's brushed his in a hungry kiss.
"You, detective. That's what I want."....
End Teaser.