A Cop's Witness Lover
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,729
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Cop
RECAP:
"No way! I reported this anonymsly and I will stay that way!" With that Travis stormed off, forgetting that his boss had all the information and was so willing to give it away. Especially since he already believed Travis was going to go to jail any ways.
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RING! BRRRRIIINNNNGGGG!
"Son of a" A baritone voice curse before the owner of said voice rolled over in his bed and picked up the phone.
"What?"
"The chief says to get your ass in here now." The woman on said in a terse voice.
The man grunted before sitting up. His board back facing his door. The man ran a hand through his shaggy black hair, his biceps muscle flexing.
"Why the fuck does he need me? I'm fucking suspended!"
"Get your ass in here, or else your job is gone!" A dial tone reached his ear, signaling that the woman had hung up on him. He cursed colorfully before he stood up. His muscles rippled as he moved towards his closet. He grabbed a black shirt and pulled it on. He had slept in his blue jeans so he was already. He yanked on his black biker boots before he grabbed his key and his badge.
He slammed the door behind him, knowing that it would automatically lock. He maybe a detective, but he was one because he wanted to be, not because he needed the money. He had inherited millions the day her great grandfather had passed on. His great grandfather never liked his father or his mother, but he knew that Darius would use the money wisely and would still work. Damn right he would, Darius thought to himself. He jumped down the steps before walking to his Ninja Kawasaki motorcycle. A gift to himself for catching one of the foremost serial killers that was running around country. It was his greatest bust.
He threw his leg over the bike before putting his muscular 175 pound body on the bike. He was 6' 2" and was a very large many in many ways. He hand large hands, large feet, wearing size 14 shoe and his cock took a magnum. It was thick in girth and was long as his palm. He smirked at the thought of sliding his cock deep inside some willing body.
He peeled out of his driveway and down the main drag of city. He sped down the street, heading towards the station. He tilted his body forward, into the wind so that he could move faster. Though his body was hulking, he knew it better than anyone and knew how to make himself a speeding, lean, bullet.
That aside, the station came into view after a good 20 minutes. He grunted in frustration. Suspension meant "DO-NOT-WORK" right? Then why was he being called in? He ground his teeth slightly before he sped into the parking area of the station and came to a screeching halt. Oh yes, Darius liked to do things big. And if they wanted him in on his suspension so fucking bad, they'd know he was there. Once at the doors, he kicked them in with his hands in his pockets. He had black wrap around sunglasses on to shield his eyes from view even as those eyes flicked from person to person.
"You're late! Get in there! The chief's already waiting!!" The woman at the desk yelled and looked up at him angrily. Darius rolled his eyes from behind those wrap-arounds as he walked toward her.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Him and his fuckin tantrums." But as he made it to the desk, he stopped, leaning over it slightly.. He grinned. He pulled the wrap arounds down so he could show his eyes before winking. "You could use some sex babe, get that tension out." Words spoken in a hushed, husky voice rather quickly before he was gone, the chiefs door swinging closed even as a pen came hurtling toward where he had previously been.
"You're late!" The chief was huge; one too many donuts on his behalf, perhaps. But still, Darius had known the fat lard through his father. And though, he completely deserved the job he had and the money he had.. His father's connection sure as hell made it easier.
"You nearly beat that serial killer to death on the ride back to the station!! What the fuck was I supposed to do with you?! We could've been sued!" But the fat lard seemed to have a point.. So he took a deep breath and crossed his arms. Darius watched the chief silently. There was something different today about him... He wasn't sure. And then the chief spoke again with a slam to the desk from his big bear paws. "BUT! You can make it up to me!"
That was the line for Darius. He stood up with a kick to his chair and a strange growlish noise coming from his throat.
"Excuse me?! I never asked to make it up! I'm a damned good cop and--" But he was cut off by the chief.
"It's this. Or your job." The chief put it out there plainly. Matter-of-factly. He wasn't playing. "You're going to look over a family in need of protection. They know who killed our cop the day before yesterday. Consider it a vacation while getting paid.. While still having to do a little work." The chief stared down Darius. He knew him well enough to know, Darius enjoyed his job and wanted to keep it; trouble with authority or not.
"So I have to baby sit?! Fucking A... It's not like I have a fucking choice.." Darius resigned to the idea moments after the chief said it. There was just no point in fighting. He loved his job. And, not for nothing, but this sounded easy comparatively to his normal routine.. So, okay. He decided, it'd be okay.
"Yeah, well, that's the fucking point of a suspension." Darius plopped down in a chair with a grunt, his bigger size hardly fitting in the chair. He could hardly guess how the chief did it day by day.
The chief threw a folder across the desk, it contained all they now had on the boy who had seen Officer Wilton. They had forced the information out of the kid, but they protected their own and damn it, they weren't going to let one stupid kid stand in their way. Darius was his best officer, which was why the chief was going to put him on the case of protecting him. The chief wished he could put Darius on investigation, but this was the only way to get the man in on this case.
"This is the boy information. Look it over before heading over there, be discreet, we kind of bended the rules on this one. Understand? Now..." Before the chief could say anything the phone rang. He picked it up.
"What!?" The chief began to grow pale. "Understood" He hung up the phone before looking at Darius.
"Your Case is now at the hospital. He and his family was attacked last night. Go now. They are officially under your protection till we find the killer." His voice was grave.
Darius felt his stomach tighten in excitement. He had a job and he wasn't suspended anymore. All he had to do was protect a boy and his family. How easy was that?!?!
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A/N:I have taken on a Co-Writter. She hes helped me get this done quicker. She is my muse. Mad props to her ^-^
"No way! I reported this anonymsly and I will stay that way!" With that Travis stormed off, forgetting that his boss had all the information and was so willing to give it away. Especially since he already believed Travis was going to go to jail any ways.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
RING! BRRRRIIINNNNGGGG!
"Son of a" A baritone voice curse before the owner of said voice rolled over in his bed and picked up the phone.
"What?"
"The chief says to get your ass in here now." The woman on said in a terse voice.
The man grunted before sitting up. His board back facing his door. The man ran a hand through his shaggy black hair, his biceps muscle flexing.
"Why the fuck does he need me? I'm fucking suspended!"
"Get your ass in here, or else your job is gone!" A dial tone reached his ear, signaling that the woman had hung up on him. He cursed colorfully before he stood up. His muscles rippled as he moved towards his closet. He grabbed a black shirt and pulled it on. He had slept in his blue jeans so he was already. He yanked on his black biker boots before he grabbed his key and his badge.
He slammed the door behind him, knowing that it would automatically lock. He maybe a detective, but he was one because he wanted to be, not because he needed the money. He had inherited millions the day her great grandfather had passed on. His great grandfather never liked his father or his mother, but he knew that Darius would use the money wisely and would still work. Damn right he would, Darius thought to himself. He jumped down the steps before walking to his Ninja Kawasaki motorcycle. A gift to himself for catching one of the foremost serial killers that was running around country. It was his greatest bust.
He threw his leg over the bike before putting his muscular 175 pound body on the bike. He was 6' 2" and was a very large many in many ways. He hand large hands, large feet, wearing size 14 shoe and his cock took a magnum. It was thick in girth and was long as his palm. He smirked at the thought of sliding his cock deep inside some willing body.
He peeled out of his driveway and down the main drag of city. He sped down the street, heading towards the station. He tilted his body forward, into the wind so that he could move faster. Though his body was hulking, he knew it better than anyone and knew how to make himself a speeding, lean, bullet.
That aside, the station came into view after a good 20 minutes. He grunted in frustration. Suspension meant "DO-NOT-WORK" right? Then why was he being called in? He ground his teeth slightly before he sped into the parking area of the station and came to a screeching halt. Oh yes, Darius liked to do things big. And if they wanted him in on his suspension so fucking bad, they'd know he was there. Once at the doors, he kicked them in with his hands in his pockets. He had black wrap around sunglasses on to shield his eyes from view even as those eyes flicked from person to person.
"You're late! Get in there! The chief's already waiting!!" The woman at the desk yelled and looked up at him angrily. Darius rolled his eyes from behind those wrap-arounds as he walked toward her.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Him and his fuckin tantrums." But as he made it to the desk, he stopped, leaning over it slightly.. He grinned. He pulled the wrap arounds down so he could show his eyes before winking. "You could use some sex babe, get that tension out." Words spoken in a hushed, husky voice rather quickly before he was gone, the chiefs door swinging closed even as a pen came hurtling toward where he had previously been.
"You're late!" The chief was huge; one too many donuts on his behalf, perhaps. But still, Darius had known the fat lard through his father. And though, he completely deserved the job he had and the money he had.. His father's connection sure as hell made it easier.
"You nearly beat that serial killer to death on the ride back to the station!! What the fuck was I supposed to do with you?! We could've been sued!" But the fat lard seemed to have a point.. So he took a deep breath and crossed his arms. Darius watched the chief silently. There was something different today about him... He wasn't sure. And then the chief spoke again with a slam to the desk from his big bear paws. "BUT! You can make it up to me!"
That was the line for Darius. He stood up with a kick to his chair and a strange growlish noise coming from his throat.
"Excuse me?! I never asked to make it up! I'm a damned good cop and--" But he was cut off by the chief.
"It's this. Or your job." The chief put it out there plainly. Matter-of-factly. He wasn't playing. "You're going to look over a family in need of protection. They know who killed our cop the day before yesterday. Consider it a vacation while getting paid.. While still having to do a little work." The chief stared down Darius. He knew him well enough to know, Darius enjoyed his job and wanted to keep it; trouble with authority or not.
"So I have to baby sit?! Fucking A... It's not like I have a fucking choice.." Darius resigned to the idea moments after the chief said it. There was just no point in fighting. He loved his job. And, not for nothing, but this sounded easy comparatively to his normal routine.. So, okay. He decided, it'd be okay.
"Yeah, well, that's the fucking point of a suspension." Darius plopped down in a chair with a grunt, his bigger size hardly fitting in the chair. He could hardly guess how the chief did it day by day.
The chief threw a folder across the desk, it contained all they now had on the boy who had seen Officer Wilton. They had forced the information out of the kid, but they protected their own and damn it, they weren't going to let one stupid kid stand in their way. Darius was his best officer, which was why the chief was going to put him on the case of protecting him. The chief wished he could put Darius on investigation, but this was the only way to get the man in on this case.
"This is the boy information. Look it over before heading over there, be discreet, we kind of bended the rules on this one. Understand? Now..." Before the chief could say anything the phone rang. He picked it up.
"What!?" The chief began to grow pale. "Understood" He hung up the phone before looking at Darius.
"Your Case is now at the hospital. He and his family was attacked last night. Go now. They are officially under your protection till we find the killer." His voice was grave.
Darius felt his stomach tighten in excitement. He had a job and he wasn't suspended anymore. All he had to do was protect a boy and his family. How easy was that?!?!
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A/N:I have taken on a Co-Writter. She hes helped me get this done quicker. She is my muse. Mad props to her ^-^