Fic part 2 of 8
Oh wow. I love these guys. They appear to be living in my head now. *pause* That doesn't sound quite...sane...does it?
‘Kylie’s lost her knickers again.’
Eddie blinked at his partner. ‘Huh?’
Pippin looked elegant and unflappable as usual, despite sitting sprawled at Eddie’s feet.
“Kylie Minogue, it’s a standing joke that her knickers keep getting nicked.’
‘Who?’
‘You’ve never heard of - no, of course you haven’t. You Yanks only listen to Eminem and Snoopy Dog Doggy - ’
'Snoop Doggy Dog.’
‘You know what? I don’t care. We’ve been here for,’ Pippin checked his watch. ‘Four hours and 33 minutes, my bum hurts like I’ve just had six of the best and I’m bloody starving.’
‘Six of the best what?’
‘What?’
‘You said, ‘my bum hurts like I’ve just had six of the best’, and I’m wondering what exactly you mean by that.’
‘It’s just an expression.’
‘Sounds kinky,’ Eddie taunted, and watched, amused, as Pippin’s fair skin flushed.
‘No, you’ve got it all wrong. It’s from school. Getting caned is referred to as getting ‘six of the best’.’
‘Oh right,’ Eddie nodded. ‘So it’s not something you’re into now, for instance.’
‘No. Absolutely not!’ He was even redder now.
Eddie grinned at him and nudged Pippin’s leg with his foot. ‘You sure about that, buddy? You seem kinda defensive.’
‘No. I’m not. Defensive, that is.’ Pippin looked at his watch again. ‘So, did the anonymous tipper happen to mention a time at all?’
‘Smooth. Real smooth. You know he didn’t. Just that someone was planning on committing unspecified acts on the dummies.’ Eddie glanced around the room. ‘Is it just me, or do we get assigned all the really weird cases?’
‘Weird? What do you mean?’
‘We’re staking out Madame Tussaud’s on the basis of an anonymous tip, it’s like, midnight, and you know, some of these things are just a bit too lifelike. I’m feeling pretty creeped out right now, I can tell you.’
Pippin glanced around and shivered. ‘You know, you’re right. Obviously, we’re being punished.’
‘Punished? For what?’
‘I don’t know! What have you done to piss off Johnson recently?’
‘Nothing! Why do you assume it’s my fault anyway?”
‘Oh, I don’t know. Possibly because you always manage to make an idiot out of yourself around him.’
‘Me? I’m not the one who gave him a big-ass gift just because you were thinking of him.’
‘That was ages ago. You’ve had plenty of time to put your foot in it since.’
‘He hates me. That’s it!’
‘He doesn’t hate y-’
Eddie held up a hand. ‘Did you hear that?’
‘Hear what?’
‘Shhh!’
Pippin opened his mouth again. Eddie lunged forward and covered his partner’s mouth with his hand, listening intently for the noise he thought he’d heard to repeat itself. Absently, he catalogued the deep indrawn breath Pippin attempted to make, the way Pippin’s hand had come up to grasp his wrist, and eased off on the pressure, so that his hand merely rested against curiously soft lips, and moist air puffed against his palm.
A couple of minutes passed with no further sound. Eddie wondered if he’d imagined it. He looked down at Pippin, who was staring up at him with wide, wide eyes, and finally noticed their respective positions. About to back off and apologise, he abruptly realised that the breath against his hand was coming quick and uneven, and that Pippin’s pupils were dilated, the bright blue only a thin ring surrounding them.
Experimentally he edged closer, so that Pippin had to tilt his head further back to maintain eye contact. From the corner of his eye he saw the quick movement as Pippin swallowed convulsively, and with his free hand Eddie lightly traced along the length of his partner’s throat.
Pippin whimpered quietly and the moment shattered. Eddie’s head jerked up and he scanned the room, alarmed that he’d let his guard down so completely. Only the eerie mannequins stared back at him. Letting go of his partner, he sat back in his chair.
Pippin blinked and appeared to come back to himself. ‘False alarm?’ he asked, clearing his throat when his voice came out husky.
‘Apparently.’ Still on edge, Eddie patted his holstered gun for reassurance.
‘Good. Good.’ Pippin was looking everywhere in the room except at him. Eddie noted that his lips looked wet and his face was rather flushed.
Oh yeah.
‘So how come you didn’t tell me?’ he smirked.
‘Huh? Tell you what?’ said Pippin, seemingly distracted, still scanning the room.
‘You know exactly what I’m talking about. I spill my guts to you, I think I deserve the same, whatchammacallit, courtesy from you?’
‘Oh, right. That. You know, technically you didn’t spill your guts. You haven’t actually told me anything at all. I made an inference, you neither confirmed nor denied it. So, technically, I don’t actually know anything at all.’
‘Quit stalling. The way I see it, you know about me, and I don’t know shit about you.’
‘Well, obviously, you do now.’
‘Not really. Like, is it guys in general, or am I special?’
‘Don’t flatter yourself, mate.’
‘Don’t lie to me. Something just happened here.’
‘Something. Yes. I like sex. A lot. And mostly I like sex with women, because I like women. I like the way they smell, the way they’re soft, and have curves - ’
‘See, it’s the ‘mostly’ part that’s interesting me right now.’
‘Mostly, yes. Did I mention I like sex? And boy parts can be just as much fun to play with, if I’m in the mood for something different. I do like different. Exciting. Maybe a bit rougher…
‘You like rough stuff?’
‘Nothing fancy. Nothing too risky. But yeah. Being pinned down, knowing that somebody else has complete control. It can be liberating.’
‘Liberating.’
‘Have you never let someone do that to you? Have total control over your body. To know you are dependant on their will, their whim?’
Eddie’s cock evidently liked the picture Pippin’s smooth British accent was painting. He rubbed suddenly sweaty palms against the legs of his jeans. ‘Sounds a bit too risky to me.’
‘It’s intense, I’ll give you that.’ Pippin considered. ‘Oh, the possibility of getting hurt, you mean? Well, obviously it would have to be with somebody you trusted, somebody who knew what they were doing.’
‘And I suppose you do.’
‘As a matter of fact, I do. Why? You interested?’
‘No.’ Pippin looked sceptical. “No!’ Eddie said, more insistently.
‘If you say so, mate. If you change your mind, let me know.’
‘Not gonna happen.’
‘Uh huh.’
Eddie opened his mouth to explain just how wrong his partner was, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the door handle start to turn. He reached slowly for his gun.
Pippin looked at him enquiringly and Eddie put a finger to his lips and then pointed to the door. Pippin nodded and moved soundlessly to the wall, flattening himself against it, elegantly poised, his gun held like an extension of his hand.
Eddie leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, one arm casually draped across his lap, his gun obscured by the fall of his jacket.
The door opened, slowly, and a black-clad figure took one step into the room. It caught sight of Eddie and froze.
Eddie took in the shiny lycra bodysuit and oddly painted face at a glance, and looked at the man’s eyes. He watched as the shock shifted to determination, and his hand tightened on his gun.
And Pippin smoothly stepped into line of sight, his gun pointing directly between the man’s eyes. The man froze again, and raised his hands.
Eddie waved at him to get his attention and the man’s eyes reluctantly left the gun and looked at him. Eddie smiled broadly.
‘Hi. I’m Eddie. How do you like me so far?’
‘Kylie’s lost her knickers again.’
Eddie blinked at his partner. ‘Huh?’
Pippin looked elegant and unflappable as usual, despite sitting sprawled at Eddie’s feet.
“Kylie Minogue, it’s a standing joke that her knickers keep getting nicked.’
‘Who?’
‘You’ve never heard of - no, of course you haven’t. You Yanks only listen to Eminem and Snoopy Dog Doggy - ’
'Snoop Doggy Dog.’
‘You know what? I don’t care. We’ve been here for,’ Pippin checked his watch. ‘Four hours and 33 minutes, my bum hurts like I’ve just had six of the best and I’m bloody starving.’
‘Six of the best what?’
‘What?’
‘You said, ‘my bum hurts like I’ve just had six of the best’, and I’m wondering what exactly you mean by that.’
‘It’s just an expression.’
‘Sounds kinky,’ Eddie taunted, and watched, amused, as Pippin’s fair skin flushed.
‘No, you’ve got it all wrong. It’s from school. Getting caned is referred to as getting ‘six of the best’.’
‘Oh right,’ Eddie nodded. ‘So it’s not something you’re into now, for instance.’
‘No. Absolutely not!’ He was even redder now.
Eddie grinned at him and nudged Pippin’s leg with his foot. ‘You sure about that, buddy? You seem kinda defensive.’
‘No. I’m not. Defensive, that is.’ Pippin looked at his watch again. ‘So, did the anonymous tipper happen to mention a time at all?’
‘Smooth. Real smooth. You know he didn’t. Just that someone was planning on committing unspecified acts on the dummies.’ Eddie glanced around the room. ‘Is it just me, or do we get assigned all the really weird cases?’
‘Weird? What do you mean?’
‘We’re staking out Madame Tussaud’s on the basis of an anonymous tip, it’s like, midnight, and you know, some of these things are just a bit too lifelike. I’m feeling pretty creeped out right now, I can tell you.’
Pippin glanced around and shivered. ‘You know, you’re right. Obviously, we’re being punished.’
‘Punished? For what?’
‘I don’t know! What have you done to piss off Johnson recently?’
‘Nothing! Why do you assume it’s my fault anyway?”
‘Oh, I don’t know. Possibly because you always manage to make an idiot out of yourself around him.’
‘Me? I’m not the one who gave him a big-ass gift just because you were thinking of him.’
‘That was ages ago. You’ve had plenty of time to put your foot in it since.’
‘He hates me. That’s it!’
‘He doesn’t hate y-’
Eddie held up a hand. ‘Did you hear that?’
‘Hear what?’
‘Shhh!’
Pippin opened his mouth again. Eddie lunged forward and covered his partner’s mouth with his hand, listening intently for the noise he thought he’d heard to repeat itself. Absently, he catalogued the deep indrawn breath Pippin attempted to make, the way Pippin’s hand had come up to grasp his wrist, and eased off on the pressure, so that his hand merely rested against curiously soft lips, and moist air puffed against his palm.
A couple of minutes passed with no further sound. Eddie wondered if he’d imagined it. He looked down at Pippin, who was staring up at him with wide, wide eyes, and finally noticed their respective positions. About to back off and apologise, he abruptly realised that the breath against his hand was coming quick and uneven, and that Pippin’s pupils were dilated, the bright blue only a thin ring surrounding them.
Experimentally he edged closer, so that Pippin had to tilt his head further back to maintain eye contact. From the corner of his eye he saw the quick movement as Pippin swallowed convulsively, and with his free hand Eddie lightly traced along the length of his partner’s throat.
Pippin whimpered quietly and the moment shattered. Eddie’s head jerked up and he scanned the room, alarmed that he’d let his guard down so completely. Only the eerie mannequins stared back at him. Letting go of his partner, he sat back in his chair.
Pippin blinked and appeared to come back to himself. ‘False alarm?’ he asked, clearing his throat when his voice came out husky.
‘Apparently.’ Still on edge, Eddie patted his holstered gun for reassurance.
‘Good. Good.’ Pippin was looking everywhere in the room except at him. Eddie noted that his lips looked wet and his face was rather flushed.
Oh yeah.
‘So how come you didn’t tell me?’ he smirked.
‘Huh? Tell you what?’ said Pippin, seemingly distracted, still scanning the room.
‘You know exactly what I’m talking about. I spill my guts to you, I think I deserve the same, whatchammacallit, courtesy from you?’
‘Oh, right. That. You know, technically you didn’t spill your guts. You haven’t actually told me anything at all. I made an inference, you neither confirmed nor denied it. So, technically, I don’t actually know anything at all.’
‘Quit stalling. The way I see it, you know about me, and I don’t know shit about you.’
‘Well, obviously, you do now.’
‘Not really. Like, is it guys in general, or am I special?’
‘Don’t flatter yourself, mate.’
‘Don’t lie to me. Something just happened here.’
‘Something. Yes. I like sex. A lot. And mostly I like sex with women, because I like women. I like the way they smell, the way they’re soft, and have curves - ’
‘See, it’s the ‘mostly’ part that’s interesting me right now.’
‘Mostly, yes. Did I mention I like sex? And boy parts can be just as much fun to play with, if I’m in the mood for something different. I do like different. Exciting. Maybe a bit rougher…
‘You like rough stuff?’
‘Nothing fancy. Nothing too risky. But yeah. Being pinned down, knowing that somebody else has complete control. It can be liberating.’
‘Liberating.’
‘Have you never let someone do that to you? Have total control over your body. To know you are dependant on their will, their whim?’
Eddie’s cock evidently liked the picture Pippin’s smooth British accent was painting. He rubbed suddenly sweaty palms against the legs of his jeans. ‘Sounds a bit too risky to me.’
‘It’s intense, I’ll give you that.’ Pippin considered. ‘Oh, the possibility of getting hurt, you mean? Well, obviously it would have to be with somebody you trusted, somebody who knew what they were doing.’
‘And I suppose you do.’
‘As a matter of fact, I do. Why? You interested?’
‘No.’ Pippin looked sceptical. “No!’ Eddie said, more insistently.
‘If you say so, mate. If you change your mind, let me know.’
‘Not gonna happen.’
‘Uh huh.’
Eddie opened his mouth to explain just how wrong his partner was, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the door handle start to turn. He reached slowly for his gun.
Pippin looked at him enquiringly and Eddie put a finger to his lips and then pointed to the door. Pippin nodded and moved soundlessly to the wall, flattening himself against it, elegantly poised, his gun held like an extension of his hand.
Eddie leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, one arm casually draped across his lap, his gun obscured by the fall of his jacket.
The door opened, slowly, and a black-clad figure took one step into the room. It caught sight of Eddie and froze.
Eddie took in the shiny lycra bodysuit and oddly painted face at a glance, and looked at the man’s eyes. He watched as the shock shifted to determination, and his hand tightened on his gun.
And Pippin smoothly stepped into line of sight, his gun pointing directly between the man’s eyes. The man froze again, and raised his hands.
Eddie waved at him to get his attention and the man’s eyes reluctantly left the gun and looked at him. Eddie smiled broadly.
‘Hi. I’m Eddie. How do you like me so far?’