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RP FIC by Spug & Bianca Marou
Genre: Batman
Pairing: Gordon/Wesker
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Old Men P0n!

Gotham Times Personal:

Older Man Seeks No Strings

SWGM 45 ISO tender top 40-60 for discrete fun w/o strings Body type not important, will meet in private Dial #7657 Voice Message for #7657:

" Um.. hello? Is-is this thing recording? O-okay.

Hello there, my names Arnold. I'm kinda shy.. don't get out a lot. My work keeps me.. occupied, and the Boss doesn't give me a lot of time for .. personal things. Um.. I like basic things, walks, conversations.. eh..

Bolderdash...

I'm not.. not really good with these kinda things, so I'll make it as short and too the point as I can. If you'd like to meet me, just leave a message with just a little bit about yourself and what times your available for meetings. Please don't be looking for anything serious, I .. I can't commit to you, b-but I can give you an hour or two. I'm a pretty good sport. If I l-l like you I'll leave you a message on where to met me.

Um - sheepish chuckle - hope to be seeing you soon?

oh lord I sound like a gee-*click*

End Voice Message. If you would like to leave a message for this applicant, please hit the star key now.

"Hi, uummmmmm. Hoooooooh yeah, this is me being nervous.

Ahem.

Anyway, I'm Jim, I'm an older man. I'm kinda wrapped up in my work too, not much room for a break lately and been feeling. mmhem.

Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Not done this before."

"Dad, who are you on the phone with?"

"NOBODY! Thursdayat10:30cornerofLincolnand3rd" *click*

" Um... hello, Jim? I got your message.. you sound... nice... Um. S-sure. I'll pick you up then, there.. um.. d-don't stand in the light. You'll know when it's me. *click* "

~*~

Gordon: James Gordon rubbed the back of his neck and paced in circles on his little island of darkness drenched sidewalk. He pushed his fedora low on his head, hoping that if some thug came out of the bar next to him fresh out of Black Gate he wouldn't recognize the commissioner to put a fist in his gut.

He swore, a few more rounds in the circle he was walking and he'd make a rut.

He drew in a deep breath and tugged his tie loose from his neck. He felt cool air come in and rush against the trickle of sweat down his collarbone. This was a bad idea James. Go home, the guy'll never miss you.

Still though, he was willing to give it a few more trips around the little section of sidewalk, trench coat masking his silhouette in the moonlight.

Wesker: A Royce pulled up along side of the pacing man. Almost silently really. It had killed it's headlights a good half mile down the road. Fangle-dangled too. Even in the dark it was easy to tell this wasn't a poor man's car. It was stretched and probably had enough room in the back to throw a damn party.

The car creaked as a huge silhouetted form got out of the drivers side and walked over around toward the Commissioner. With as dark as it was, the large mass of a man was just a huge shadow. Though it was possible to see just a hint of beady unintelligent eyes as he opened the back door and grunted. " Jim? Your Ride. "

Once the Commissioner had been ushered into the backseat of the Royce, he'd find himself in a nearly pitch black compartment, two long seats about 6 feet apart from each other. At the other end, almost completely obscured in the shadows sat another silhouette.

Only this one was tiny, and above all else. Circle glass frames seemed to reflect the faintest light inside the cab.

Gordon: With the presentation of the larger man's figure, despite the niceness of the vehicle he'd climbed out of, Gordon almost bolted right there. Sure, it was a big enough risk to come to this seedy part of town, but finding out that quaint sounding voice at the other end of the line could possibly belong to this giant behemoth of a man, towering over him like a monstrous Neanderthal capable of clubbing him over the head with his fist and carrying him back to his cave by the hair?! Oh James, what have you gotten yourself into...

Oh! It's your RIDE. Okay. Something of a sigh of relief came out and he nodded at the hulking man. He walked to the door, straightening up the edges of his coat and making sure his brim was down as he got in. Heaven help him if Paparazzi were following him, they'd think he was meeting with a criminal the way he was carrying on about this.

He looked up at the pair of glinting frames as he got in. Not too high up, guy can't be too tall. They're reflecting a lot of light even in this light, must be thick. Poor guy must be half blind. No wonder he sounded so desperate and felt like a geek. James cleared his throat. "Hi I'm Jim," he said in a non-whispering tone, unlike that that he used on the phone.

Wesker: He's tall. Broad shoulders. I wonder what his face looks like.

Arnold Wesker always felt more then a little nervous while doing this. But it was his only outlet sometimes. Scarface never allowed him time to socialize or date, or even chat with people. No no, too much time devoted to criminal matters. So this was the only way. Even if it shamed him a bit. But from what he could hear and see of the outline of this man who'd climbed into his car, he calmed a bit. They can always be so horrible. Desperate men can be that way.

" H-hello Jim. I'm Arnold, It's nice to meet you. " As with the phone message, this small figure in the dark sounded pretty much the same. Soft, a little stress, like he'd been yelling. " I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. " The car started up and began moving down the street.

Gordon: "Oh, no... no it's just the part of town. Don't come down here after hours if I can help it usually." There was the sound of leather squeaking as Gordon shifted against the seat, looking for a seat-belt. The cop in him wanted to follow the law. His hand groped the seat then gave up to fan his coat with a whoosh whoosh whoosh.

"So... your name's Arnold, huh? Do this often?" He looked around at the car, but all he could make out were vague shapes as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Nice car, by the way."

Really nice car. Really familiar car. Have I seen this thing before? There was more seat noises as he crossed his legs, uncrossed them as he found that uncomfortable, then stretched his arms across the back of the seat.

Wesker: You don't usually find seatbelts in a car like this. Though the Royce had them, they had never been pulled from their nice little hiding spots under the leather. Wesker tilted his head as the other man spoke, glasses glinting as they past a streetlight. If it hadn't been dark, a vigorous flush of red would have been visible on his face.

" No.. not often. Once or twice a year, when I get the time.. I don't get the time much. " He shifted in his own seat, crossing one leg over the other nervously and fingered the switch to the lights.

I shouldn't keep him in the dark for too long, but I'm too nervous to turn on the lights yet. A little bit longer won't hurt. " It's the Family Car. " Of course by 'Family' he certainly didn't mean Mommy, Daddy, Sister and pet Spot, but this other man didn't need to know that. " I use it the most.. " He let out a little bit of a coughing squeak and tugged at his collar.

" Y-you.. you said this is your first time.. doing something like this... May I ask what had compelled you to answer my ad? "

A pretty silly and non-exciting ad, asides from the whole sex-without-strings pull to it.

Gordon: "Oh... oh... eheh..." he took a deep breath. "Well... I guess I'm not usually the romp in the sack type... And I guess I wanted to hook up with someone who wouldn't make it feel like it was just a random one night stand. You sounded like you'd- ...I guess you sounded more comfortable than the others."

Hat budged and hair rustled as Gordon scratched his head. "-Can't really trust meeting someone at work because they just might want something from me. So this just seemed like a good idea. I hope that doesn't sound too off the wall."

The hat was readjusted with another rustle. "Family car, huh?" He half wondered if this could be one of Bruce Wayne's friends that he met at one of the jet-setter's big parties. With a car like this he was obviously a higher up Gothamite on the financial food chain. That's just what he needed, someone in the elite society of Gotham to know that the Commissioner of Police was trolling for men in the sleazy end of the burg.

"I guess saying you sounded nice would have been simpler, wouldn't it have?" He laughed nervously.

Wesker: A low chuckle sounded across the car and that head tilted again. " Understandable.. I.. I myself, my job, it's just not a good idea to have other people getting to close to me. It could jeopardize my business, and my boss... " He paused for a moment to let out a breath. " .. he's pretty demanding of me. I'll probably be in this gig till the day I die. "

He likes the way I sound? What a sweetheart. Wesker squinted in the dark. Something about him seemed oddly familiar to him. Like he'd heard that voice before. Seen this man somewhere. Maybe he had. Gotham is a big city, always running to people. Even if you don't have the time to talk. For a moment he wondered if this other man was someone he'd had contact with via the Mob. But then this place wouldn't make him nervous. " I think you sounded nice too. "

"I do get lonely, Jim. Like everyone else. " There was the sound of a hand patting the seat next to him in the Royce. " So I do what I can for a little company.. why.. why don't you come join me on this side? " The question ended with a bit of a nervous trill.

Gordon: Another squeak as Gordon's bottom left the seat. Thud. "Ow!" James had to take off the hat and straighten out the crown of the thing after he'd smashed it (and his head) into the roof of the Royce. He leaned forward to grab to the seat ahead of him, hands groping for where the sound was. His hand found Wesker's inner thigh.

"Sorry!" he said, jerking his hand back. He didn't want to put the guy under the impression he would dive right in like that. He finally got his bearings and nestled in to the seat beside of Wesker, stretching one arm across the back of the seat.

Wesker: Oh yes, he's tall. You like tall guys. Poor guy.

Wesker winced a little as the other hit his head and then stumbled around. See, you should have turned on the light. You should turn the light on now, Why haven't you turned on the light YET? No movement was made to the switch. Something about the dark helped Wesker. As if a few more minutes without having to gage each other psychically, something extra might spark in the dark.

The hand on his thigh momentarily made him shiver and he let out a little cough. He reached up and adjusted his own hat, before reaching up and touching the brim of Gordon's. " A-are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself too bad? "

Wesker leaned in slightly, taking a deep breath. The guy smelled like paperwork and faintly of gunpowder. Maybe he WAS someone in the criminal circuit. Though he really didn't have the mannerism.

But then again, neither did Wesker, and he was a mob boss practically. Well not him. " You're certainly not as tall as my Driver, but you've got a good height to you. "

Glasses sheened faintly as another streetlight was passed. They were getting fewer and far between as the Royce headed deeper into the Underground. " I.. I like tall men. " He added sheepishly.

Gordon: "Well um... thank you. Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Nothing a good pack of ice won't cure later." He said it more as a joke than an actual need for anything. He took off his hat again with another brush, realizing now that it would just get in the way.

He's wearing a hat too. Glasses look like the expensive prescription sort. I bet I've met him at one of those expensive parties.

With a tentative movement he grazed the side of Wesker's face with a knuckle. He then brushed down, against his neck to his collar. Oh god, a bowtie, that's bad news. Either I'm right or I'm way underdressed.

He rested his hand back in his lap. "You feel soft." He cursed himself under his breath for spouting that, thinking he might be offended.

Wesker: The brush of knuckles to his cheek and neck made him tremble lightly. Hidden lip was pulled between his teeth for a moment. It was nice to have someone sitting next to him that wasn't an agent, a lawyer, or someone he was going to have to pay off to keep their mouth shut. This was just a stranger in the dark, they were going to do things, and then be on their way.

He reached both hands down and found that large hand that had slipped into the other's lap and gave it a squeeze. The odd mix of super soft soft skin and rough calluses between the two hands. Either Wesker was a perpetual masturbator, or whatever work he had to do kept his right hand VERY busy. " T-thank you. "

He let go with his left and slowly ran it up the other man's chest. Just barely brushing fingertips. Up his collar, across his neck and right up his face. He smiled in the dark when his fingers came in contact with the bristling whiskers on the other mans upper lip.

Mustache! Oh that's darling. Wesker leaned in just a bit more, close enough that he had to tilt his face up to catch the faint light flickering in the other's frames. " You.. you can do what you like.. I don't mind. "

God. He hoped he didn't sound as desperate as he thought he sounded.

Gordon: It didn't sound so desperate as it did sad to Gordon. That he needed someone so badly that he'd offer himself up for anything. There wasn't enough lechery in his tone to insinuate that he got off on being treated roughly. The feel of his hands did oddly perplex him, though. Usually a person born with a silver spoon in their mouth wouldn't do work that would require that much activity. Perhaps it stemmed from a hobby of some sort. Boating? The feel of it actually reminded him of a wood-workers hands.

It became hard to focus on his pondering as those fingertips trickled up. Like a blind man being examined by a blind man he was being seen through fingertips. It made his skin tingle.

He puckered his lips lightly against the tips of those fingers when they reached his mouth, leaving a kiss as light as the feathery trails they were leaving. He lifted his hand, pulling Wesker's down and letting their fingers twine together as he did.

"I just want to make love again, Arnold," he said quietly, and followed the course of the breath he felt against his face to press his lips against Wesker's waiting ones.

Wesker: An odd choice of words for strangers in the dark, but they made Wesker catch his breath. Make Love. Not Fuck, or get his rocks off, have a good time. It was as sad as Wesker giving himself to anyone who would make the time for the poor little guy.

Hot breath washed over those lips before they connected. For a second Wesker's fingers tightened into the others. The lump he swallowed down sounded hellishly loud. The prickle of whiskers against his upper lip was tickling, teasing. He was soon pressing right back into the kiss with a little squeak. Lips played coy and timid for a moment. Just testing the taste of the other man he didn't even know, then they grew a little bolder and more hungry. Wesker was by no means predatory when it came to kissing, but the loneliness and desperation to have a moment like this literally seeped from wet lips.

It felt good. He tasted good. Even the tickle of his mustache. It made the little guy shift against the leather of the Royce and he uncrossed his legs as a bubble of emotion and heat rumbled in his tummy.

Gordon: The feel of connecting with a stranger's lips also made Gordon pause, but it was a short one. He tenderly kissed him, hand on the back of the seat dropping to reach around his back. He pulled him against him, but at the same time leaned him back against the seat, still clutching his hand.

His lips parted and head tilted, tongue testing a way into the other man's mouth. He issued a soft moan into his mouth.

He wasn't ready to start undressing him. No, James wasn't the type to jump in like that. Fucking was dangerous. Getting his rocks off could be done in the restroom. Have a good time usually didn't involve illicit rendezvous. No he just wanted to be with this soul, feel him, make love to him. And that required a long tender kiss, one that involved softly brushing the other's tongue with the tip of his own, sucking his lower lip, an swallow down the flavor of him as their saliva intermingled.

He had to let go of his hand to keep from toppling, reaching behind Arnold to grab the side of the limo. Between his middle and first finger the switch rested, and when he shifted his hand pushed it on, illuminating them. Fortunately, Gordon's eyes were closed as he was lost in the kiss.

Wesker: He hadn't had a kiss like this before. It was heavy and sweet. Tongues swiping and sharing flavor. Wesker actually murmured deeply into it. Drinking deeply into the long tender kiss as it was offered. When hands were freed then reached up and clutched loosely into the other man's coat. Sliding up the lapels to his shoulders.

He felt his back hit the side of the limo. Ashtray dug lightly into his side, and he didn't even care, he was far too indulge in this wondrous kiss. Just this moment was worth all the embarrassment and Scarface's nasty words at doing it. Off for your yearly faggotfest, dummy? Don't take so long, I want you gack here in a couple hours.

Hips shifted and one leg slid more onto the seat of the car. Slowly a hand was being pulled off the other man's shoulder and was sliding up into the softness of his hair.

Then the light clicked on. Wesker's eyes had been shut, but with how thick his lenses were, the sudden brightness flared his glasses and he could see the change in the car even with his eyelids shut.

Slowly he pulled back from the kiss with a bit of a whimper and opened his eyes, if the light was on, he might as well look at who he'd just shared the best kiss of his life with...

..and Wesker felt his heart stop and his sweat go cold as he pulled his vision from that bushy gray mustache to the face every criminal in Gotham knew, even feared, not as much as the bat, but.. oh holy SHIT.

Commissioner-FUCKING-Gordon. Wesker actually yelped, and let go, flaying.

Gordon: The loss of heat against his lips made Gordon open his own eyes. They widened.

Oh yeah, he'd seen this car before. At a fuck of a lot of arrests. Damn it!

"AHH!" Gordon tried to push back and jerk away, but cracked the back of his head on the roof again and ended up falling on his butt in the floorboards. He drew in a couple of panicked breaths with hair in disarray.

But he wasn't scrambling for his gun, instead he was panting and staring. He looked toward the door to see if it was locked. Maybe he could tuck and roll... He cast another side-glance at Wesker to see what his next move would be.

Wesker: Wesker, ironically had curled into a ball in the corner of that seat. His knees to his chest. One arm clutching to his heart, the other slapped over his mouth. His eyes weren't visible, but one could damn well guess that they were probably wide as dinner plates right now. Small squeaking sounds leaving him.

Oh crap. Was this a set up? Did they screen my number or have someone trail me. They why would he have kissed me? No.. he didn't know it was me, look at the expression on his face. Just get him out of the car. Call Rhino. Stop the Car and call Rhino. Rhino will want to take him to Mr. Scarface... I can't do that, he was just looking for a little Romance.

Wesker's hand slowly slid form his mouth and paused over the call button. But he didn't hit it. He continued to stare at the other man. He could still feel the kiss, still taste it. He subconsciously licked his lips.

Hand went back to his mouth. His brows canted in a worried stance. God that was a good kiss. No I can't let Rhino know he's in here, if I do, it'll end badly.

" I-I won't tell Mr. Scarface, Please.. just don't hurt me, If you want I'll let you out when we get back downtown... I'm so sorry.. "

Gordon: Gordon remained in the floor and stared, then glanced over him. He's so scared, he thinks you're gonna eat him.

"Do you have a gun?" He nodded toward the corner of the seat opposite of them. "Toss it over here and I'll put mine down, then you can let me out downtown, right?"

He really didn't want to be in the middle of a firefight tonight.

Wesker: " Y-yes.. " Not that Wesker ever pulled the gun. He slowly slid his legs down and reached as cautiously as he could into the side of the seat. He pulled out a 9 mm and dropped it to the ground, with a nicely polished shoe, he kicked it toward the commissioner and then resumed his curling against the seat.

A few panicked breaths left him and he slowly started to calm. We'll just drop him off, no arresting, no killing. You don't like violence. This wasn't supposta to be a violent night, this was supposta be..

Wesker sighed, and put his head into his knees. Resting his nose right between them. He continued to start at the Commissioner. He really does have a nice mustache. Don't think like that, he's a cop.

Wesker swallowed. " I still think you're nice.. even now that I know it's you.. Thank you.. for not arresting me. "

Gordon: Gordon took the gun and placed it with his own on the seat opposite, then sat on the other side of Wesker's seat. He took a deep breath and straightened up his coat. He picked up his hat, giving it a dismal look. "Ah damn." It was half crushed in the scramble, and he started straightening it out. As he did he glanced up Wesker.

No wonder he's so lonely, being who he is and all. "Where's the puppet?" he asked finally, more of an edge of concern than a threat to his voice.

"I try not to be a bad guy," he remarked as he straightened out the crown, then the brim again. Why is he letting me go? If he wanted he could slam down the locks and drag me off to the underworld and auction me off to the highest bidder. But no, he's just taking me home. His brows furrowed in confusion at his own questions and looked intently at the mousy man staring shyly from behind his knees.

Wesker: It was times like these that Wesker wished he could just disappear completely, fold up into himself and nothing bad would ever happen. But then again, he had a feeling that the commissioner wasn't going to hurt him. He wasn't even going to arrest him. Another swallow sounded out from behind those knees. " H-home.. he doesn't come with me with I .. when he.. lets me do this.. "

Wesker bit his lip and lowered his gaze again. " He doesn't like me even doing this, but I need a little time, Mr. Scarface.. he doesn't.. like me like that.. So I have too.. but the Family.. y'know? " His voice had gotten even softer as he tried to explain himself aware.

Something about knowing that the Commissioner of the Police knew you were out giving yourself away made Wesker feel very low. But.. wait.. Wasn't the Commissioner doing the same thing.. Wesker slowly started to lift his head.

The window up front of the Royce slide open, A thick meaty finger sliding off it. Wesker gasped and slammed his hand down on the light switch.

" Somethin' matter back there Boss? Lotta thumpin' going on, I thought you'd wait till I at least parked the car, heh. "

Wesker was flushing in the dark. Hard. " N-No no Rhino. Nothing. Change of Plans.. head back d-downtown. "

" What? You sure? "

" Y-yes. "

" Okay. " The window clicked shut.

Gordon: Gordon blushed a little as well. That was why you came out here, tonight, wasn't it. To be with someone again. Figures it would turn out to be a member of the Gotham underground.

When the window went up, he chuckled a little to himself. "I saw the outline of him when you stopped to pick me up. Nearly bolted right there. The only thing I could think was 'He'll break me like a twig'." He looked down, shoving his glasses up on his nose. "...Thanks. There's a lot worse things you could have done."

"Not that I'm giving you any ideas or anything, but yeah. There's a lot worse things you could have done... Thanks. I appreciate it."

Wesker: The light switch was hit again, and the cab was reilluminated. Wesker had finally lowered his knees, but he was staring out the black tinted windows now.

" I.. I try not to be a bad guy either, Mr. Gordon. " The small man lowered his head before slowly looking back over to the Commissioner. " I abhor violence, I hate murder, I hate crime, I don't even like raising my voice.. it's just.. Mr. Scarface.. " His mouth pulled into a frown and he just shook his head.

" I'm sorry to disappoint you, I know you didn't come out here to have to fall back on your police duties. I know that if you'd know it was me, you'd never have come, if I had known it was you, I'd be shaking in my bed right now. "

He let out a low, almost sad chuckle. " It'll be an amusing story we'll never be able to tell anyone. "

Gordon: Gordon felt a tinge of sadness. "Yeah.... tell no one..."

Next time he comes into the station I'm not going to be able to look at him the same. "Hey, if Scarface lets you have another go at it, whoever you do end up with is going to be very lucky. You're a really good kisser." He smiled beneath the bristle on his upper lip.

"Shaking in your bed? Oh come on. You guys are more afraid of Batman than the police. I haven't heard Dr. Arkham say that anyone in the Asylum has woke up in a cold sweat dreaming that I'm looming over their bed."

Wesker: The edges of Wesker's lips curved up into a shy smile. He thinks I'm a good kisser, he is a sweetheart, even for a cop. He reached up and ran fingers across the brim of his own hat nervously.

" T-thank you, you're quite good yourself.. I suppose after this I will have different reasons to sweat If I do perhaps have that particular dream of you. " He bit his lip after he said that. It didn't sound right. Oh god, did you really just say that out loud? " I mean.. "

Wesker shook his head and twiddled his fingers into his own lap. A bit of sweat had started to slid down the sides of his face. He nibbled on his lip for a moment and then let out a sigh. " Sorry. I think .. after this little mess up, I think I'm going to give up doing this.. The next time I'll probably end up with someone who won't want to go home and me tied up in their basement. " Besides, I would have been the lucky one. At least this man is caring.

Gordon: The commissioner turned a bright vibrant red and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah," he nervously said, taking off his glasses to clean the lens with the corner of his shirt. The later part of his statement, though, the later part made him glance up. He has such a hard time trusting people, that the only comfort he can find is in not establishing a relationship.

"Honestly... I'm kinda sorry I hit the light back on.... Not that you're unattractive, no, nothing to do with that. You're pretty cute... fuck, that's not what I'm trying to say... I'm just saying our, well,... livelihoods....." He sighed heavily.

His own window attracted his gaze. "Guess next time with your luck you could find a white cock and green pubes when you got into their pants, huh?"

Wesker: The little man actually chuckled at that, and his face broke out into the first full smile he'd probably offered anyone in a long time. " That would be awful, I'd utterly faint. But there's always worse. I could try kissing the next guy and get sharp teeth and the ranking smell of fish.. "

He thinks you're cute. Wesker stared at Gordon while the other man was busy flushing and looking out the window. Oh god why did he have to be the commissioner of the police? Wesker felt his heart thump. He wished the lights hadn't come on either. He'd really wanted to be with someone tonight. Just for a little bit. So he could forget for just a few hours he was some Wooden Mob Bosses eternal toady. It was a rouse but it worked.

Wesker felt his mouth parting, a hot warmth feeling shooting through him. It urged him on, he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself.

A little hand suddenly reached over and landed on the commissioners. With his other hand he reached over and poised his finger over the light switch.

" I could turn it back out, Jim. And we can forget it ever came on."

Gordon: Slowly he turned his head back toward Wesker. The silence that followed stretched into his mind. What do you do James? If you were being completely honest tonight, you're already be putting a call into the station and throwing this guy in the slammer.

"Okay Arnold, we can do that."

He didn't think he could really forget who was on the other end of his kiss now, but somewhere deep inside he was still lonely and wanted to go through with it. The prospect of walking home through the red-light district with nothing to show for it besides an empty feeling and a moment of horrible embarrassment seemed worse than not turning this guy in.

He curled his fingers around the Ventriloquist's, tucking his glasses into his pocket with the other hand.

Wesker: Wesker nodded and then hit the switch. The back seat of the car was immediately shrouded in darkness. For a moment, Wesker could still see Gordon's features before they faded into the shadows. He squeezed his fingers back around the others and slid both his legs onto the seat.

Of course he'd not be able to forget who this was, but for a little while, was just going to pretend neither of them had obligations. Let it be that way. Just a tender hot moment and it would be over. He might turn red the next time they crossed paths. But right now..

" Thank you.. "

He reached up with his other hand and pulled off his own frames, they were folded and fumbled toward the side compartment. Then he inched closer, till he could feel the heat from the other's body. Hand curled into the coat lapel and he leaned upward to find the other's lips again.

Gordon: Just a hint of hesitation, then his lips came down to meet Wesker's. His hand lifted to the side of Wesker's face, rubbing his cheek with his thumb and then cupping his face in his hand.

He tilted his head again this time to deepen the kiss, but less anxiously than before. Nor was he timid. He just seemed calm, comforting. His left hand took Wesker's right and held on to it, starting to lean into the kiss.

Yes, he'd be embarrassed as hell next time they crossed paths, but it was nice to not be lonely.

Wesker: Darkness was a whole different world when it came to finding and pressing against anothers lips. You didn't have to look into their eyes, you didn't have concentrate or worry about your expressions betraying how you really felt. Wesker shivered lightly at the feel of that thumb going down his cheek and lips parted into the kiss.

He'd just insinuated that he.. and the commissioner of the GCPD continue what they both knew could be bad news later. But he wanted too. He wanted to be with someone, and on a list of worse people he could be in the back of a car with, James Gordon seemed like a blessed rather then a curse.

He's warm. He's handsome, he's tender. For a little while this could be everything the small man needed. Tongue flicker, the other's bottom lip was nibbled gently. His free hand slid up as his body slid closer. A knee sliding against Gordon's hip.

He shifted that hand into the other man's hair, running fingers through the soft thick strands and then just resting them on the back of his head. Thumb still idly trailing circles into the soft hair.

Kiss was only broken in small doses, so that Wesker could snag a deeper breath when needed. The air felt ice cold when it was dragged into his mouth and hellishly hot when it escaped. So different, on different sides of the meter, just like these men. Yet still working as one.

Gordon: He slid his hands down to Wesker's hips and pulled him more as he slid, scooting himself simultaneously toward the center of the seat. His thumbs hooked in the belt loops of Wesker's well-tailored suit. Though they pulled at the man, the hands remained gentle, the mark of a man who knew when to use force and when to be gentle.

How can you continue to make love to him knowing what he is? It was pretty damned hard to ignore now. The slightly familiar pudgy belly pressed against his own toned one. His hands went up to his scalp and found baldness and fine thinning hair below it underneath the hat atop his head.

Then again, there was that hot breath, rushing out against his whiskers whenever he took a break. It made his upper lip tingle and grab at the other man's mouth that much more. He wants you. Isn't that what you were after? To be with someone and be wanted like this? "It -mm- feels like -nnm- it's been so long," he said into the kisses quietly, fingers moving back down to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up.

Even in the dark he could make out the silhouette of the small man. Anyway, this is the least I can give him for not dragging me off to the Underworld, it may be one of the nicest things any member of the criminal element has done for me. He got to his little bow tie, hooked a finger through the knot, and pulled the strip of cloth free.

Wesker: And what was Wesker? Criminal? Mob boss? Monster? Or had all that been left home with that horrible wicked foul mouthed Dummy, and there was just a lonely little old man desperate and willing sliding even closer to the other man as his belt loops were tugged? In the dark...

Wesker let out a light pant as the other started to pull at his clothes. His hat tumbled off and rolled somewhere across the car floor. He shivered as the cooler air sneaked into his collar as bow-tie and buttons were starting to come undone slowly.

If Mr. Scarface finds out you had Commissioner Gordon in the car and you let him hump you instead of bringing him in, you'll pay seriously for it. Wesker huffed lightly to himself, pulling his mouth from the other others to drag into his neck. Lips slid against the shaven skin down to the nape of the others neck. Slow, trying not to rush.

His own fingers had reached up and he pulled the tie loose completely, then slipped to return the favor of top buttons. The lingering smell of light sweat, skin and cloth made Wesker bit his lip and made his groin twinge. He edge closer, till bent knees slid against the other's thighs. He won't find out. I can't let him.

Both hands curled into the lapels of Gordon's coat and he started to pull the heavy item off the other man's broad shoulders. He wanted him, that much was true. He didn't care who he was. The commissioner was willing to continue this passion, going against everything he usually stand for. That was worth something.

" It's b-been so long.. not just this.. feeling this way.. you're different.. it's.. it's strange.. but it's good. " His breath dragged on Gordon's neck and his kissed the skin there lightly before sitting back so the other could get that coat off.

Gordon: The coat slipped off his arms easily, silk lining having done nothing to keep him cool during this. Hair bristled on his arms as he reached down and took the hem of his shirt, and rather than wait for it to all be unbuttoned pulled it off over his head. Once this was done his hands returned to Wesker's hips and fingers trailed along the waistband of the pants, in the darkness searching for the button to undo them.

It's a miracle you know, that you're even still alive right now. The thought made his heart thud, the heat from him oozing against Arnold as he tugged down his zipper, moving his face forward to lightly kiss him as he did again. He could have yelled for Rhino to stop the car and done, well... anything he'd wanted to with you.

For some reason that thought made him smile into the kissing. Considering Wesker's intentions for the evening, with the puppet not around, that might not have been such a bad turn out of events after all. Now you're just being kinky Gordon...

But then again, you're in here with a criminal. He hissed out a breath between his lips and then kissed down his chin as he hooked his thumbs in the waist of Wesker's pants, starting to tug them down over the pale pelvis.

Wesker: The sound of his zipper going down attracted more then just Wesker's attention, evidently he was already completely stiff, and he wasn't wearing any underwear. Musked heat and throbbing made Wesker groan as his pants were tugged down over his hips and ass.

Now that Gordon's shirt was gone, Wesker could run his fingers across the toneness of the other man's chest, down the flatness of his belly. At his age and still felt this good. Wesker might have been a little envious, but then he'd never been that in that good of shape, EVER in his life. So he could neither miss it or compare. Fingertips shifted into the thin line of hair that trailed down to the button of the other man's pants. He was determined to find the end of this pleasure path so he made quick work of the button and tugged down the fly, hand slipping into the other man's pants as he lifted his bottom up off the back of his own legs so his own pants could be slid down even more.

On hands and knees in the back of a moving vehicle. He kept his balance well. Even as he pressed his mouth to Gordon's chest and licked lightly. His skin was salty hot. It tasted good. Hand shifted inside those pants and curled around the other's cock, tugging it from it's confines. Tsk. You shouldn't be doing this. But you know you can't stop now.

The trails of his own suit coat and shirt tickled on his bare hips. His heart was started to thump harder. Getting worked up, excited. It had been too long since he'd felt like this.

.. and it would have to be this moment that Rhino choose to slid the window open and call back into the darkness. " We're Downtown, where yah want I should pull over boss? "

Wesker froze for a moment and a whine actually escaped him. His chest heaved and he called out almost panicked. " Just d-drive! "

The sound of Rhino itching against his scalp echoed. " What? But you said.. "

" Do it. "

" Okay.. If you say so. "

Gordon: His thumbs brushed the skin of Wesker's thighs as he tugged down those pants. The lack of underwear surprised him, the man seemed so demure and mousy. He must have gone out just expecting a quick careless bang.

His stomach trembled and he drew in a sharp breath as that tickling finger ran down those small hairs. It tickled slightly, and an almost-laugh escaped at the lick. When his cock was grabbed, though, he took in a gasp of air. "Do you have something we can u-" he was cut short by the rolling down of the window, jerking his head to look toward the back of Rhino's silhouette.

"Just Drive!" ...That was another narrow escape, not only he had you, but he had you in a very compromising position. He began to pant. "Never knew... ah... secret interludes could be this exciting..." he said with a throb into Wesker's hand.

Wesker: It had been the general idea. Leave, pick up, small chat, fuck, drop off, back to Scarface none the happier but at least satisfied for the time being. He hadn't expected the Commissioner of the damn police, he'd never dream that. He also never dreamed it could be this good, even with Rhino's interruption and the impending threat.

The window clicked shut and Wesker breathed again. He moved his hand careful along the other's length, testing size shape, feeling the throb. He let out another hard gasp for air and started trailing his tongue down to meet his hand.

" Desperate men.. " Lick. Lick. " Do .. Desperate things, Jim. " He smiled against the drag of the other's open pants on his chin. " I'll.. t-try to make it worth the guilt later. " Or the embarrassment they'd both suffer the next time they met.

Hot breath washed over the head of the other's cock before his tongue found it. Soft timid licks were giving at first, teasing tasting, letting the mix of precum and spit linger before he bothered to open his mouth and let a little of him slid inside.

Gordon: He leaned back, fingertips wrangling into the leather seat with a loud squeak. "A-arnold!" He had a thought, but it was lost in the hot mouth that surrounded his throbbing cock.

The blood in his veins seemed to be celebrating the work the smaller man was doing to him, pulsing against his tongue in his mouth as it pressed against the shaft of his cock. Gordon gritted his teeth at each throb and resisted the urge to grab the back of Arnold's head and just shove deep into his mouth.

No, this isn't what you were after.

It felt so good though. He tilted his head back and moaned, spreading his legs slightly. Fingers produced another squeak from the leather of the back seat. This isn't enough... This isn't what you wanted.

"P-please let-" he groaned loudly, "me inside you. I'll be... nng.. gentle I s-swear." The last word was lost in an anxious breath.

Wesker: The way he throb. The way he tasted, the way he groaned and shifted his thighs. All signals that Wesker was doing a good job. A little sad perhaps that this small man could gain a sort of satisfaction from that. Any type of praise. Honestly the Dummy never complimented him. Mouth worked lightly, sucking loosely while fingers continued to trail and tickle. He would have sucked him off, right there. He could have gotten lost, maybe even off on the other man's moans of pleasure.

Maybe not.. he needed more then that from this man. At the desperate cry Arnold pulled himself off the other man's length and wiped at his chin for a moment. A few deep pants left him and he leaned up to press a kiss to Gordon's mouth. " O-okay.. "

Needed lube. Wesker pulled away, falling over himself with the combination of pants down to his knees and the moving vehicle. He fumbled in the dark around the armrest of the seat. Where's the damn cup holder? He finally found it and dug the small tube out of the little holding place and shifted back to Gordon.

The tube was pressed into the other man's hands and the little criminal pushed forward as their fingers entwined for a moment. Lips brushed. " I know you won't hurt me. I'd like.. I'd love to feel you. "

Gordon: Love to feel you. Had there not been a little cooling down time in searching for that illusive tube, then Gordon may have ejaculated on those words alone. He pressed their lips the rest of the way together with a soft sort of grunt. His calloused fingers undid the top of the tube, but rather than squeezed it into his own hand, he squeezed it into Wesker's.

He recapped and let go of the tube to run broad palms up his bare thighs. He never bothered to take off the shirt and suit jacket. There was something a little naughty in feeling it knock against the back of his hand lightly like it was.

He lifted his hips a little, pulling Wesker toward him again, though this time not just to kiss him.

Wesker: Had it not been dark, Gordon would have seen Arnold blink in surprise as the lube was squeezed into his hand. It was cold, greasy and smelled as such. He could change the coldness for the other man. Rubbing the gunk around in his hand and fingers till it was warm before he slid that hand down and began smearing it all over the other man's waiting cock.

He fought with his pants with the other hand, at least getting one leg out so they wouldn't be in the way in a moment. He groaned into Gordon's mouth as a extra throb of horniness hit him. Yes, he wanted him inside. Gordon's bottom lip was nibbled as he finished lubing him up and then moved both his hands to the other mans shoulders as he was tugged closer. Their arousals brushed together and Wesker let out a light whimper.

" How do you wan- " His breath caught, mouth pressed back hard into a kiss. Question left lingering for an answer. How? Back? Knees? Climb up? On the floor? Wesker didn't care, just as long as it happened.

Gordon: His hands went up from his hips and they slid up the back of Wesker's open shirt. He didn't answer him, instead he held him tight.

Then those tight arms tensed and he lifted, just enough so that his arousal slipped down against Arnold's, the undersides gliding against each other with the fresh lube. He groaned as his head rubbed against the sac, and leaned back a little. Weight was lowered again, and with a tightening of stomach muscles Gordon angled himself just right for that smaller form to rest right down on him.

Wesker: The little criminal dragged in harsh breaths as he felt Gordon shifting under him. The leather of the seats squeaked as the other man got into position. An awkward position for him. One would have to remembered this was a man who was use to people who shoved at him. When he'd teased for someone tender, he never imagined he'd actually get someone true.

This man could arrest you tomorrow. But tonight? Wesker let out a hard moan as he felt the head of Gordon's cock brush against his entrance. That was it, even he couldn't take this kind of waiting, teasing. He had to feel him. Hands squeezed to the other mans broad shoulders and Wesker bit his own lip to stifle the sounds as he let gravity, his own weight and his own muscles press himself downward onto the other man's cock.

" oh g-god.ohgod. " He felt himself give way and the other pressing into him. Sweat had been forming on his face and now it was starting to drip onto the other's body. For a moment he tightened around the head and had to scold himself to loosen up and let the other slip deeper inside. Jaw muscles tighten, body quivered, but it felt too good to stop. It felt too damn good to stop, so he continued to slip and didn't yield till he had Gordon completely hilted inside.

Accomplished, he let out a pant and smiled despite himself in the dark. " You..f-feel wonderful. "

Gordon: "Th-thanks," he said breathily, more consonants than vowels.

Trickles of sweat trailed down his chest and gathered in his navel, before filling it and going further. Whether it was Wesker's or his own, he couldn't tell any more. Now that he was inside he pulled him against him again, lips moving under his jaw.

It had been a while since he had this good a work-out. He felt his abdomen tighten and loosen, his biceps clench slightly then relax, as he lifted Wesker up nearly to his head, then back down on him. He could feel the other's pining cock, sweat slathered and still trailed with lube from his own, rub against his belly as he did.

He's right, this does feel wonderful, he thought to himself. His thighs flinched as he thrust slowly up into Wesker.

Wesker: The little rocks, the wiggles, even before Gordon started thrusting, had Wesker already groaning in pleasure, it was only heightened when he started moving. He felt the slick slide of the other's cock fully up inside him and he lost all coherent thought.

His back arched and straightened and then curled following the movements inside him. Each slow impalement egged on by a squeak that made it past his lips. Fingers trembled and etched against the others broad shoulders. Hips rolled slightly adjusting to angle so that Gordon was pushing right up into that tender spot that made him gasp even harder. God, Rhino was going to hear him!

Which WAS the case. Even though Wesker never bothered to hear or see the window up front going down. Rhino's beady black eyes squinted in the rear view mirror and he itched his sausage fingers into his scalp again. Is he? Back there..Heh. Shit. Hey.. Do I know that other guy? Another hard squint.

Nah. Window went back up. No point disturbing the Boss.

Wesker felt his own cock nudging against the others hard tummy. The double sensation nearly had him coming right there. But he gritted down, lifted his head and gasped. Just a little more. Maybe just a little harder. He knew the other wouldn't hurt him.

" Mh..please.. " He panted, as another thrust aimed deep and made him squirm.

Gordon: Those squirms, those rocks against him. It wouldn't take much encouragement. He held tighter and buried his face in his neck as he began to shove. Had the light been on he still wouldn't have been able to focus. The situation was no longer of any concern to him. It didn't matter that he was the commissioner, or that this was a wanted felon.

All that mattered was that he was damned close to getting off.

He couldn't even respond with words to the pleadings. He just groaned loudly with each thrust into his neck, a climactic cry building up. With one last tremble of his solid shaft, he exploded into the other man, spurting out around the base of his hilted cock.

His fingers clung and his mouth buried against the side of his neck, whiskers poking against pale skin.

Wesker: "mgh! " Oh god his back arched so hard when Gordon sped up. Mouth fell open and his face was pressed into other's sweaty hair. Fingers gripped into the James' shoulders as he rode out the other man's orgasm. A few more thrusts, a few more groans. He felt Gordon's release, hot and sticky inside and that was all he needed.

He toppled over the edge himself with cry and spasm of his whole body. Liquid white splurted out over the other's chest and stomach and then Wesker collapsed onto Gordon. Arms wound around the commissioners neck and Wesker buried his face, panting loudly.

For a long moment he just laid there. Feeling good, feeling damn good. Feeling too good almost. He knew it would probably never be like this again. But it was okay. For now.

" T-thank you.. "

-

Twenty minutes later the Royce had made another loop around the city and was once again pulling into the decently of Lincoln and third.

Wesker sat in his pervious spot. Redressed, though he'd missed a button on his shirt. Bowler was twiddled between his fingers, not that Gordon could see this. The light was still off, but those frames were once again sheening at every streetlight they passed.

" A couple more blocks I think.. " He said softly.

Gordon: Coat collar pulled up, hat brim pulled low, and just slouching in the seat. Yes, it was good. Now though the guilt was hitting him. There was a bit of sadness, too. Maybe they could have made something of this if they weren't who they were, but alas, it wasn't to be.

"Yeah," he said in a muffled tone. His ears were still ringing a little. "How long do you think we were at it?" Not that it mattered, it seemed like forever before, but afterward just moments.

When the car slowed, though, he reached for the door-handle, not waiting for an answer. "...Thanks Arnold." He clicked the handle down and got out.

Wesker: A hand clutched to his coat sleeve before he made it too even two inches from the car. In the open door. Wesker slouched slightly. A passing car briefly lit up the little man and he was smiling at Gordon. He couldn't feel guilty about it, Not too much. Not yet. Later maybe.

" You're welcome, Jim. " He leaned out and pressed a light kiss to the other man's lips and then slid back into the car, back into the darkness. " .. I'll..I'm sure I'll see you sooner or later.. it was.. it was really good. "

The door slid shut and the Royce took off with spinning tires, Sending newspapers and trash littering around the Commissioner.

Inside the Car Wesker sat back and sighed, running a hand over his own stomach for a moment and he slowly shook his head.

Window went down. " You have fun, Boss? "

" R-rhino.. "

" Sorry. So back home? "

There was a pause. " No.. not yet. Once more around. "

" Scarface'll be really pissed at you. "

Wesker smiled in the dark. " I know.. I'll handle it. "

" Okay.. "

The End