Prompt Post Round 2
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“Came to pay me a friendly visit?” Craig deadpans, crossing over to his desk and flipping closed a few file-folders, packed full of newspaper clippings and the likes. Ah, he was organizing his newest information.
“Sadly for you, no.” Rick stopped in front of Craig’s desk and leaned down on it as Craig began putting his papers away into file cabinets. “I have a new case-“
“But you haven’t been able to find any leads. As usual,” Craig sneered at him, returning from the file cabinets and sitting down lightly in his chair, opposite from Rick. His pink eyes met Rick’s hardened gaze, and Rick could see the beginning of a smirk forming on his face. “You know what our arrangement is, Richard.”
“First I want to know if you actually have any information about the people I’m looking for,” Rick answered quickly, reaching a hand into his soaked jacket to withdraw the two photographs. He flung them carelessly onto Craig’s desk, saying: “Some lady wants me to find these two, only gave me these and their names - man’s called Wheatley, lady’s called Chell.”
Craig’s eyes widened at the sight of the photos and his spidery fingers darted over them to pull them up to his face; he pushed his reading glasses further up on his nose as he studied the two pictures greedily. As he did so, he murmured to himself, “Wheatley and Chell… Wheatley and Chell…”
After a moment’s scrutiny, Craig handed the photos back to Rick. “I’ve got a few bits of information I think you’ll find quite satisfying… if you’re willing to pay the price, Richard.”
“Rick. Not Richard.” Now it was going to get serious. He swallowed hard before saying the next part. “…What do you want me to do?”
The smirk Rick saw just beneath the surface was now full on Craig’s face, almost smug.
“On your knees, detective.”
They met a few years ago. Rick had been on a case, trying to find a young man who’d gone missing right under his family’s nose, and a lead had brought him to a strangely classy rent party. Rick had been in places like this before, of course - he knew how important it was to keep casual, to keep secret. He’d been doing pretty well until he bumped into a little blonde slip of a fellow with pink eyes and a healthy slur from how much he’d been drinking.
“Are you the police?” he’d asked, completely coolly despite his drunkenness, completely perfect for throwing Rick off. Rick had dumbly explained no, he wasn’t working for the police, not at all.
“Then why are you snooping around here?”
That little asshole had figured out Rick was a detective, and Rick had no choice to do what he said unless he wanted to get kicked out of the party and lose his lead on the missing kid for good. Rick hadn’t counted on “doing what he said” to include letting the guy ride him in the bathroom.
Later on, Rick was looking for informants - and lo and behold, that little blonde asshole was in the running. Turned out he was one of the best people for cases with no visible solution… but after the events at the rent party, he was never going to give Rick anything without a bit of payment in return.
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Craig murmured something unintelligible in the back of his throat; Rick didn’t have to look up to know that those intense eyes were watching him, recording and cataloging every single move he made. It was just the way it went. Rick got his hands under Craig’s ass to lift him just enough to pull his pants down, letting them gather around Craig’s knees. He’d done this enough that he knew what Craig liked, so instead of going straight for his cock Rick leaned up, pushed the vest and shirt away, and pressed a kiss onto Craig’s belly - then another, and another, going steadily southward as his fingers teased the waistband of Craig’s underwear.
Rick heard a satisfied chuckle and felt a thin hand come to rest on the back of his head, delicate fingers tangling into his hair. He glanced up momentarily - and looked back down just as quickly when his gaze was met with Craig’s laser-like stare, focusing instead on moving his mouth around the faint trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband his fingers were pulling at, shifting downwards.
Finally Rick’s lips started to brush against the waistband, and so his hands worked Craig’s underwear down as he kept kissing a line down to Craig’s crotch. He only stopped with the kissing when he felt something bob up and press lightly against his chin, at which point he pulled back - yep, that was Craig’s dick, already hard and curving upward slightly. With only a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped one hand around it and began to stroke it.
“Hhhngh.” Craig groaned above him, curling his back down a bit. “Nnnh… You’re getting better at this, Richard.”
“Rick. Not Richard,” Rick hissed through gritted teeth before he squeezed his eyes shut, parted his lips, and pressed them firmly over the head of Craig’s cock.
Craig’s back immediately arched the other way with a short gasp, and the hand on the back of Rick’s head tightened in his hair - pushing down, of course. Greedy bastard. Rick could only do what he wanted, though, so he began to work his way down Craig’s cock, carefully taking it in. He let his tongue swirl against the hardness in his mouth, and he heard Craig groan quietly over him.
After doing this as many times as he had, Rick came to realize that there was, in fact, variation allowed in their agreement. Depending on Rick’s performance, Craig would give him more or less information. As such Rick had been forced to get very good at this, very fast. He began to bob his head, letting Craig’s prick slide in and out of his mouth - in return, he heard a small, choked gasp and felt another hand come down, resting on his shoulder. Rick’s hands, formerly on the chair with white-knuckled grips, went to Craig’s thighs and pulled his body closer to allow Rick easier access.
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Their eyes met for only a moment, though; the hand on Rick’s shoulder clenched, Craig’s eyes rolled back, and Rick pulled off as quickly as he could - not quick enough to avoid getting hit in the face by something almost unpleasantly warm and sticky. He made a sound of disgust and quickly backed off to avoid another shot, but Craig didn’t even notice, too busy stroking himself as hard as he could, head thrown back in ecstasy and a broken moan coming bit by bit out of his mouth.
“Nnghhh… hah… hummm… Oh, god…” Rick had retreated to back behind the desk, trying to ignore the wetness on his face and trying to hide it at the same time as Craig returned to his senses. He wasn’t fast enough, though, as he could practically hear the moment Craig spotted it and said: “…Well, well, well. Looks like someone got a little intimidated.”
Rick huffed at him, unwilling to dignify him with an answer. “Just… just tell me whatever the fuck you know.”
“I’ll throw in a handkerchief free of charge.” And, sure enough, Rick glanced to his right and saw one being offered in a thin hand. He snatched it up and wiped his face with angry embarrassment burning his face, and Craig watched him with a smug and cattish grin as he stood up from his chair, tucking himself away again.
“So… you wanted to know about a Mr. Wheatley and his lady friend, Chell, correct?” Craig said sweetly, as if he hadn’t just gotten his dick sucked by a desperate detective.
“That would be right,” Rick replied gruffly, tossing the handkerchief in the waste bin by Craig’s desk.
The informant’s smile grew sly. “They’re hiding in the City Center - right under the nose of ‘Miss Gladys,’ the one who’s undoubtedly given you this job.”
“…How the hell did you…?”
“Please, Richard. Give me some credit. I am one who catalogues and stores any information I may come across… of course I know about Miss Gladys Promethean. By the way, that’s a pseudonym.”
At that, Rick perked up. “A pseudonym? …Mind giving me her real name?”
“Mind bending over the desk for me?” Craig’s face was sarcastically peppy and was the complete opposite of Rick’s, and he gave a quick, sharp laugh. “Hah… you won’t be getting that out of me so easily, Richard.”
“Rick,” Rick gritted out one more time.
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“And you’re sure they’re in the City Center?” Rick asked, pen and paper out. He was jotting down everything Craig was saying to make note of it for later.
“Completely positive, Richard.”
“Rick. I guess I’ll be taking my leave, then.”
“I guess you will.”
They hesitated, for a moment. Then, Craig blurted: “Hold on - I. I think I have something that may help.” He beckoned for Rick to cross behind his desk, and then started to look through the drawers as Rick came over. After a moment’s wait, he produced a paper card and offered it to Rick. “You owe me one, big time.”
Rick took it carefully - the thing looked like it would crumble if he held it too hard. Printed on it were a simple circular logo and the words “Aperture Membership Card.”
“What the hell is Aperture?”
“It’s something you’re going to have to look the part of if you want to get to Wheatley and Chell,” Craig replied quickly, looking a little uncomfortable. “Don’t let Gladys know you have that thing - if she gets even an inkling of an idea that I gave you that, we’re both going to be toast. So keep it secret, understand?”
“Sure.” Rick tucked the card into his coat pocket, then turned and grabbed the photos off the table, stuffing them in the same place. “So, now I’ll be going.”
“Yes… I guess you will be…”
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Craig threw his arms around Rick’s neck and pulled close to the dark haired man, pressing a strangely chaste kiss onto his lips. When Craig pulled away a moment later, all Rick could do was sputter: “What the hell was that?!”
“Uhh… ah. It was. It was an investment,” Craig covered, pushing up his reading glasses again - and looking a little uncomfortable. “The agreement, you see. I gave you… th-that, so you get me any errant information you find. Alright? I have to be up to date, Richard.”
Rick gritted his teeth one more time. “Rick.”
“…I know.” Craig stared at Rick, the look on his face unreadable. After a moment, he said, “…Well?”
“….Right! Right. Leaving, now. Uh, thanks for the info, I guess,” Rick said quickly, trying to make up for his earlier pause as he crossed the room back to the office door and pulled it open.
“Any time,” Craig replied, almost weakly, as Rick closed the door. Only after Craig was sure Rick had left did he sit back down into his chair, shoulders hunched forward and face becoming more and more ashen by the moment. He pulled off his glasses and stared, blankly, over his desk.
“God, I hope he knows what he’s gotten into.”
(hope you liked it! : D)
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...You are more than forgiven. MUCH MORE.
I was hoping to make the prompt as generic as possible because I love detective noir and such, but then you threw me Factventure and I want to have your babies. Get. In. My. Bed. Anon. I love you. <3
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Because if I know you, you and I are best friends now. No exceptions.
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I appreciate your interest! <3
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Hopefully I'll be able to write more!!!
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