Author: Nomannic
Pairing: CopxCriminal
Rating: Mature
Summary: Sean committed murder, in the name of a gang. The police are ready to offer him a deal.
Words: 3,700
A/N: I read over Gateway's rules right before posting this, so I don't think I violated any, but please let me know if I did and I'm sorry. There is cursing, but it's in character, so... I don't think it's "vulgar" but yeah. Let me know if you want me to bleep it out or something. ^.^;
Please, tell me what you all think. I'm looking for constructive criticism: how do I improve this, what should I just flat out cut, is there anything I need to add, anything confusing, etc.
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The DA of New York's Homicide Division folded her hands, gazing steadily at the boy in the seat across from her. His hands were handcuffed to the table, and all of the dirt and blood had long been cleaned off of him. His long black hair hung in his face, his eyes narrowed into a seedy glare. But his trembling shoulders betrayed his fear.
"Look, Sean, I'm going to make you a deal," she said. "I don't want to see a nice kid like you go to jail for something nasty like this."
Sean shrugged. "Doesn't matter, either way it goes on my record."
The DA frowned. "Trust me, kid. You don't want to go to jail."
"I'm not a kid."
"You're sixteen," she corrected. "And your record will be expunged when you turn eighteen."
Sean snorted. "Yeah, so my future employers can't see it. But colleges can still see shit like that, and so can the police. So what's the fuckin' point, princess?"
"My point," she hissed, "Is that if you cooperate, you still have a chance."
Sean shook his head, black hair sending out droplets of water from when the Medical Examiner had literally hosed him down and collected the water. "I'm not stupid. I'm not testifying against him."
She smiled. "That's not exactly what I had in mind."
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"Nathan, this is your new CI. His name is Sean," The DA introduced. Sean scowled up at the police officer, but the scowl fell.
Heh. He's kinda hot, Sean thought to himself.
"He's your shithead now," The DA grumbled, walking away.
Nathan stretched out his hand to shake. "Name's Officer Nathan Blake."
Sean smirked. "Your first name really 'Officer'?"
Nathan frowned. "No."
Sean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So, how old are you? Fifty? Sixty? I thought cops were supposed to be dead by that age or on desk duty."
Nathan glared down at the little bastard. "I'm 31, thank you very much. What's your problem, kid? Or do you just throw bitch fits for the heck of it? Cause I'm letting you know now, you keep pullin' shit like this and you will fuckin' regret it."
Sean smirked. "Oh, copper, you can punish me anytime you want."
Nathan blushed.
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Sean pressed his lips against Nathan's, desperately, hands fumbling with the buckle on Nathan's belt. Nathan pushed him away, gasping. "Kid, we shouldn't be –"
"Oh shut up. I'm 17 now. Please," Sean begged, eyes desperate. He could still feel their hands on his body. Their mouths. He needed those feelings gone. He wanted to forget.
Nathan could make him forget.
Nathan frowned. "If you don't want to, we can stop at –"
"Just fucking strip!" Sean snapped, shoving Nathan onto his back on the hotel rooms bed.
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Sean tossed his head back, moaning, hair plastered to his face, sweat dripping down his neck and chest. The man on top of him grunted, thrusting harder, then with a savage jerk, came inside Sean.
Sean fell limp against the hotel bed, eyes closed, purring contentedly. "God, Nathan, that was a-fucking-incredible," Sean muttered, unmoving, still struggling to regain normal bodily functions such as breathing.
Nathan chuckled, pulling out of Sean and rolling over to lay beside him on the bed. "Yeah? Well, you weren't so bad yourself, kid."
Sean snorted. "I'm not a kid."
"You're seventeen," Nathan grumbled. "And I'm 32. As far as I'm concerned, you're a fucking kid."
Sean rolled his eyes. "All that means is you're old, gramps," Sean teased, pressing his face into the warm, tanned neck of his lover as their bodies curled together. The room stank of sex.
Nathan growled. "I'm not that old."
Sean laughed softly, closing his eyes and breathing in the sweet smell of warm flesh, sweat and semen. They laid there like that, quietly, just holding each other for several minutes.
Finally, with a regretful sigh, Sean pulled away. Nathan looked up at Sean, eyes sad. "You've got to back, don't you?"
"I told you. I'm just a few days away from finding out how they're getting the drugs into the city."
Nathan nodded, sitting up. "I know." He put his face in his hands. "I just hate it that you have to be there. That I can't be there to protect you."
Sean laughed. "I can take care of myself. Besides, they don't suspect a thing. If they even thought I was a CI I would've been dead by now."
Nathan looked up from his hands, face grave. "That's what I'm worried about."
Sean shrugged. "Whatever. It's just as dangerous as your job."
"Except you don't have back up."
"I have you, don't I, copper?" Sean purred, crawling back across the bed in all his naked glory to lay a teasing kiss on Nathan lips. Nathan shivered, running his hands along the pale white shoulders of his lover, moving his lips down to his neck. Sean pulled away though. "I can't. I've got to go."
Nathan grinned. "What? Please? Just one more time, kid."
Sean smirked, and moved to straddle Nathan's lap, pale skin a bright contrast to the dark, leathery tan of Nathan's flesh. Nathan was already half-hard, and the friction caused them both to moan. "Oh, God," Sean groaned. "One more time. Just one more time."
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Sean ran a nervous hand through his hair as he walked into the back room of the warehouse, where long tables of naked men and women packaged cocaine. The fluorescent lights were harsh, and hurt his eyes. Sean slipped on his sunglasses, and shoved his hands in his pockets as he came to a stop in front of his boss.
"Yo, Caleb," Sean greeted, tipping his head to the leader of New York's most prestigious gang leader, Caleb "Crusher", of the Noches en Los Muertes. The Night of the Dead.
Caleb glared down at Sean. "You're late."
Sean shrugged. "Traffic was hell. What can I say?"
Caleb snorted. "Do it again and I won't be so kind." And without any warning, his hand lashed out, backhanding Sean so hard he went sprawling on his back. Two fine lines of blood welled up on his cheek, and Sean wiped his face on his sleeve, only managing to smear them.
Sean got back up on his feet, and moved back in front of Caleb without any hesitation. "So what do I do today, Boss?"
Caleb chuckled. "You got balls, kid. I'll give you that."
Sean's face twisted at the nickname. Why is everyone calling me kid? I'm 17!
Caleb laughed harder at his expression. "Today, you, Houston, Jacob and Alex are going to pick up a shipment by the docks."
"The docks?" Sean repeated, confused. Why the docks?
Caleb narrowed his eyes. "What, you got a problem with that? You scared of water, kid?"
Sean shook his head. "No, sir. What time you want us there?"
"Five minutes."
Sean cursed, and dashed off towards the pick-up vans, Caleb laughing after him.
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Sean slid into the bar stool at the small café in Queens, near the back of the little shop where no one could see them. "I got it!" He whispered excitedly.
Nathan, on the stool beside him, grinned over at him. "The source?"
Sean snorted. "No, where he keeps his porn," he replied sarcastically.
Nathan smirked. "Well, I bet we could arrest him on that, too."
Sean rolled his eyes. "You idiot. Yeah, I got the source."
Nathan smiled, and ruffled Sean's hair. Sean's face scrunched up in annoyance, and he ducked away from the offending hand. Nathan chuckled. "Good job, kid."
"I'm not kid!" Sean protested, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Stop being so petulant," Nathan grumbled, rolling his eyes and taking a long, satisfying sip of his coffee.
They ordered slices of lemon cake with strawberries and cream to celebrate, and Nathan got a refill on his coffee.
"So what happens now?" Sean asked, playing around with some of the crumbs left on his plate still.
"Now, we hook you up with a wire and camera, and try and get some footage," Nathan said softly. "This is the hardest part."
Sean blinked. "What do you mean, hardest? Don't I just keep doing the same thing?"
Nathan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The majority of all CI's killed in action, die during this part of the operation."
Sean lowered his eyes to the empty plate. "Oh."
Nathan looked up, then. "No one would blame you if you backed out now, kid."
Sean got to his feet, shaking his head. "I would. I'm going to finish this."
"Sean, you don't have to do this. The DA will still pardon your charges."
"I don't care. I wouldn't have earned it. You need the evidence to convict them, right?"
Nathan nodded, slowly.
"Then I'm doing it."
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Blood dripped from Sean's nose in a steady stream of crimson. His lip was swollen, and so was one of his eyes. Another fist slammed into his stomach, and Sean fell onto his face in the asphalt, rocks digging into soft flesh. Sean's hands were tied behind his back, and he was completely naked.
Caleb stood above him, smirking. "You thought you could fool me, copper?" Caleb hissed, sending another vicious kick into Sean's side. Sean cried out, feeling bones crunch and shatter inside him.
"I'm not a cop!" Sean gasped out, face tucked as close into his chest as he could to protect it.
"Liar!" Roared Caleb, stomping down hard on the middle of Sean's back. Tears started to flow as Sean's back and stomach exploded in pain. Caleb moved his steel-toed boot to Sean's head, slowly, viciously grinding his face into the asphalt.
Suddenly, another body was thrown onto the ground beside him. Caleb pressed down harder on Sean's face, and Sean screamed, feeling his skull begin to yield to the pressure.
"Sean!" Shouted a familiar voice. Nathan. Sean thought. Oh my God, they've got Nathan too. "BASTARDS" Screamed Nathan.
The boot was gone from Sean's head, and Sean looked up, just in time to see Caleb shove a gun into Nathan's mouth.
"Don't kill him!" Sean begged, face contorted in pain. It was hard to breath, and everything hurt, and he was bleeding too much. But he didn't care. They couldn't kill Nathan.
Nathan's eyes were wide in terror, cop uniform shredded, knife wounds leaking blood. His chestnut brown hair was matted to his face with sweat and blood and dirt.
Caleb smirked. "What say we give them a chance, boys?" Caleb asked maliciously, pulling the gun from Nathan's mouth. Before Caleb could continue, Nathan spoke.
"I'll do anything. I'll tell you anything, please, just don't kill me," Nathan begged.
Caleb smirked. "Anything? Even sell your partner out?" Caleb said, gesturing over to Sean. Sean's eyes locked onto Nathan's. Don't. Don't. He'll kill us both anyways.
Nathan nodded vigorously, tears coursing down his cheeks. "Oh God, please, yes, anything! Just don't kill me!"
Sean's heart broke at those words, and he bit his cheek to keep from crying. I thought he loved me. I though he loved me! Sean thought, desperately.
Caleb smiled, showing yellowed, rotting teeth. "Okay. Yeah. You tell us everything he told you, and we'll let you go."
"Nathan! Don't!" Sean gasped, but was silenced by a kick to the face.
"Quiet, bitch!" Caleb snarled.
And Nathan told them everything. Even the fact that Sean and him had been lovers. All the while, Sean worked at loosening the knots on the rope trying his hands, trying to ignore every word Nathan said. Trying to reason, trying to pretend it wasn't happening. That his lover wasn't betraying him like this.
"I told you! I told you. Let me go now, please." Nathan begged.
Caleb smiled, and drew his gun again. "Nah, I think I'll just kill you."
Sean didn't think about what he did next, he just acted. Screaming in rage and anger, he launched himself at Caleb. "DON'T YOU DARE KILL HIM! DON'T YOU DARE!"
It took three of Caleb's thugs to drag an already beaten Sean off of the gang leader.
Caleb laughed, prodding at Sean's face with the gun. Two of Caleb's men restrained Sean. "What? You wanna take your boyfriends place, bitch? Even after he sold you out?"
Sean nodded, tears flowing freely now. "Yes. Just leave him alone, Caleb. It's me you want."
Caleb smirked. "Yeah. You're probably right." Caleb stood then. "Let the copper go. Drug him and dump him," Caleb ordered, gesturing to two of his goons to get the job done. Caleb turned his attention back to Sean, and knelt in front of him, smiling viciously. Almost gently, Caleb brushed a strand of hair out of Sean's face with the tip of the automatic pistol. "You, I have something special in planned for."
Sean watched, entire body screaming in pain as they dragged Nathan out of the parking lot and into a van parked on the street, and Caleb dismissed the rest of his helpers, leaving Sean and Caleb alone in the dark parking lot in a nasty part of town.
Caleb made a sound of satisfaction, as he pulled Sean to his hands and knees by his hair. Shoving the gun in Sean's mouth, Caleb ordered, "Suck."
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Sean stood at the corner of the street, dark sleep circles under his eyes. His skin shone pearly white in the street lights, his black hair blending in with the color of his jacket and the shadow the hoody cast. The hood protected him from the rain that poured down so viciously these last few days.
Sean leaned against the street lamps pole, watching curiously as a tall man, built like a linebacker, with strands of graying hair in his thick, brown locks, tried to pick up a teenage boy not even half his age, leaning out the window of what Sean recognized as one of the many unmarked police cars of New York.
Sighing, Sean pushed himself away from the pole. He wasn't about to let the kid make the same mistake he had. Sex with a cop in this corrupt city was never a good idea – either you got arrested, the cop got fired, or your pimp found out. With a sigh, he stepped up beside the kid, looking down at the face of the cop, still in uniform.
"You gonna try and bag a kid for prostitution? You really that low, copper?" Sean snarled.
The cop looked taken aback. "Who the hell are you?"
"Sean. Why you wanna know? You wanna pick me up tonight, too, copper?" Sean sneered, stepping in front of the teenage boy. The boy took the cue, and dashed away. His boss would not know the better. And Sean's would be happy – another customer to add to the repertoire.
The cop looked him up and down, slowly, eyes undressing him, fucking him right there and then. "come closer, kid. Let me see your face."
Sean smiled lasciviously, playing the part of the willing slut. The willing whore – the thing that gang had made him. In exchange for Nathan's life, Sean would work for them for the rest of his life, doing the worst, dirtiest and most dangerous jobs they needed done. AKA – they'd pimped him out for the last six years. Sean stepped closer to the car, and squatted down, folding his arms on the sill of the window, leather pants stretching tight against his ass. "You wanna play tonight, copper?" Sean purred, hating the way his voice sounded.
But it had been worth it. Because somewhere in the city, Nathan was alive. Breathing. And everything was worth that.
The cop looked closely at him, then cursed. "Fuck! Sean, is that you?"
Sean flinched, taken aback. "Who are you?"
The cop looked away, shame evident on his face. "It's Nathan. I – I got a little older since you last saw me.
Sean recoiled, jerking away from the car and falling backwards into the water. "Nathan!" he gasped.
Nathan got out of the car, squatting down beside Sean. "Sean, God. What are you doing out here?"
Sean closed his eyes tight, refusing to look at the man who had broke his heart so badly. "What do you think I'm doing? Trying to score some cash." Sean hissed.
Nathan frowned, standing up and offering Sean a hand. Sean pushed himself to his feet, ignoring Nathan's attempt to help him. "Why the hell are you doing this to yourself?"
Sean looked up at Nathan, tears welling in his eyes. Sean cursed himself – since when did he cry? "I don't have much of a choice, Nathan. What did you think they were going to do to me? Just let me go?"
Nathan hung his head, shoulders and hair already drenched from the rain. Shadows covered his face. "I – I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Sean spit at the ground. "Bullshit."
Nathan looked up, then, eyes angry. "Don't you dare think I did this on purpose! I didn't want this to happen, Sean! I didn't want any of it to happen." Nathan choked on the last word, face pinched with something akin to agony.
Sean glared at him. "What, you didn't mean to sell me out? You didn't mean to tell them everything, just to save your own skin?"
Nathan bit his lip. "I was an idiot. I know."
"You betrayed me, Nathan."
"Then let me make it up to you. Come home with me. I'll protect you."
"You didn't last time, Nathan. Why do you think I should trust you now?"
"Why did you save me?"
"I was in love with you."
Nathan's eyes were begging, pleading. "Are you still?"
Sean lifted his chin, gazing down at his previous lover critically, searching for any sign of manipulation or betrayal. Any reason not to trust him again. The rain dripped steadily down his face, droplets stuck to his eye lashes, soaking his sweater, hair plastered to his face. He regarded Nathan carefully, hesitantly, and then nodded, eyes looking away as he spoke. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm still in love with you."
Nathan smiled sadly. He was a cop – he knew that confession didn't mean he trusted him. There's was a whole lot more to a relationship, than just love. "Then have a little faith in that love," Nathan whispered, voice barely audible over the sound of the rain on the dark city street.
"That's a hard thing to ask," Sean murmured, turning his eyes back to Nathan. A hint of fear hid back there. Nathan had given him up to the slaughter – abandoned him, betrayed him just to save his own skin. Sean was still paying for that sacrifice he had made, saving Nathan's life. Even now, he owed his life to the gang. Nathan had taken everything from him. Sean was in love with Nathan – but was Nathan in love with him?
"But I'm asking. Doesn't that mean something?"
Sean's jaw clenched. Nathan had a point. If Nathan didn't love him, why would Nathan ask in the first place? Why do abusive husbands care if their wife leaves? Sean lowered his head, staring down at the water running down the sidewalk in torrents of icy cold liquid, swirling around his feet and draining into the street. Where the streetlights shined on the water, it glistened, but where the light didn't stretch it was dark, deadly looking.
Sean lifted his eyes to study Nathan's face. He looks so nice in the light, right now. When things are good, like the water in the light, Sean thought. But what if he's just like the water, and when things go dark, bad, will he be just as deadly?
"Just give me a chance," Nathan begged.
Sean shook his head, taking a step back. "No. I love you, but I can't do that again. You don't deserve another chance." And without looking back, Sean turned and ran into the pouring rain, black clothes disappearing into the night.
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