Happy Pill
A RP Fic by Spug and Bianca Marou
Paring: Gordon/Wesker
Rating: NC-17

Wesker: " Oh my goodness. " Dr. Arkham let out a bit of a cough and held his pin light a bit more straight. Shining the sharp thin light into dilated blues. " My goodness Jerry, next time please read my instructions more carefully, we're just lucky this isn't going to kill him. "

Jerry rubbed at his short hair and coughed a little himself " Three Lexapro and one Benzo. Not the other way around. Hey, anyone could of messed that up. Do you think we should take him downtown to the hospital? "

" No.. no, the effects are temporary... just.. keep him restrained. " Arkham put away his pen light and slid those perfect circular frames back onto that patient's little nose. " Arnold.. can you hear me? Arnold? " Fingers were snapped.

Arnold Wesker sat upon Dr. Arkham's desk. His entire top half was encased completely in a straightjacket, best way to give oneself a hug allll day long. Underneath his thick frames his blue eyes were wide and completely placate. Out of character for the small man was the large closed mouth smile that about stretched from ear to ear. " Oh? Hello.. I'm fine thank you.. " The little guy purred. He swayed a little in his straightjacket and kicked his slippered feet.

Dr. Arkham sighed. " You'll still have to fill out an incident report. " " This isn't the best time you know, I think he's scheduled a visitor too. "

" A visitor? .. oh my goodness... "

Gordon: Gordon was pacing by the desk. It never took this long to get in, every time before he'd been there they'd been right on the ball. Maybe it's because it's a personal business and not for a case. Yeah. That's why.

Oh who was he kidding? Even then it shouldn't have taken that long. His hand found the bell on the desk and slammed it hard. "Hello?! Is there something serious going on back there?" His agitation was making it hard to keep his patience. He didn't want all his paranoid thoughts to come to reality. If he'd left Arnold in this place, only to have had something have gone horribly wrong, he'd never be able to forgive himself.

"C'Mon! I don't have all day!" Gordon shouted, hoping that it would stimulate someone to come up front and tend to him. Really he did have all day. He'd set it aside just to make the visit. The facilitators here didn't need to know that, though.

Wesker: An orderly poked her head into the office and fanned herself nervously. " Dr. Arkham, Commissioner Gordon is waiting out front, he's been there for a while now, and he's not very happy at the moment. Is there a probl.. " She paused and looked at Wesker who was suddenly grinning, fully. Well if that man wasn't a doll when he ACTUALY smiled. She shook her head and continued. " -blem? Should I tell him to come another time? "

Arkham shook his head and sighed. " No no.. Mr. Wesker is just... well.. sedated, he's not dangerous right now. There actually shouldn't be a problem with a small visit, I just hope Gordon won't look into a criminal investigation, it will be worse if we DON'T bring the man out. Jerry? "

Jerry shook his own head. " Okay, I have a bad feeling about this.. but if you say so. " The large guard reached down and scooped up Wesker, holding the older man as if he was baby and headed out of the office toward the waiting room.

" Where we going? " Wesker piped.

" You got a visitor. "

" Oooh.. Is it Mr. Cobblepot? I like his nose. It's pointy. "

Jerry just shook his head.

Ah now this would be a sight for Gordon to view, wouldn't it? Dr. Arkham shuffled in and held out his hand in a calming motion to James. " My apologies Commissioner, we had a little mix up. " And then out came Jerry carrying Arnold. Arnold as stated before, all bundled up like an adorable little caterpillar in his straightjacket.

Gordon: A straight-jacket isn't a good sign, Jim, he told himself. He blinked at the bound little man. Well... he seemed happy enough, at least. Happy enough to be smiling like that.

"What happen, he get into the Joker's brownies or something? Is he all right to handle?"

Even before the question was answered, Gordon slid his hands underneath Arnold in Jerry's arms, pulling him toward him. "Are you all right, Arnold? What happened?" Sure Wesker could have been happy he'd be getting a visitor, but he wouldn't have been that happy.

Wesker: Wesker's head lured around a bit as he was passed from guard to cop. He never stopped smiling. Not once. Oh god, he felt good. It was really hard to concentrate on what was going on, but he knew he was in good company. The little man settled on the other man's face.

Hey it's James! James is here! Yay!

Arkham coughed a bit. " We had a little mix up with his medication. " The doctor glared at Jerry and then adjusted his frames, looking back at Gordon. " It's nothing serious, he's just going to be very..out of himself for a while. There shouldn't be any long term effects or anything. We just secured him for the time being so he wouldn't scratch himself or hurt anyone else. It's just procedure. A visit is still fine, would you like the lounge or his cell? "

Wesker was still staring up at James, his nose wrinkled and he let out a little trill before just suddenly going. " Your mustache is sexxxxy! "

Gordon: He'd never thought he'd be able to attain the shade of crimson that he reached, but yet, there it was. Feeling it fill him up from neck to scalp. His mouth fell open slightly, and he glanced from orderly to orderly to doctor. "Um.... So I can see..... He's... happy at least. It's not going to hurt him?"

He readjusted the bundle of man in his arms to put less strain on his back, looking down at the straight jacket. Hurt himself indeed. I think the only way he'd hurt someone in this state is to cuddle them insane. God I hope no one else heard that.

"I think I'd like to take him to the lounge." God knows what he'd yell out in the cell. "I think its a good idea to keep him away from people while he's in this state.... because he could hurt them... by crawling at them or something where's the lodge again?"

Wesker: Too bad for Gordon, just about everyone in the waiting room was giggling. ESPECIALLY the nurse. Lucky it really was only Arkham and Jerry asides from the female, and Arkham already had ideas in his head about the commissioner and Arnold, he just choose not to say anything. The good doctor coughed and pointed at the hallway. " Down the left, and then a right. It's marked. There's some couches and a TV in there. Just bring him back up front when you're done talking, I'm going to need to take some blood from him. "

Poor Gordon. Wesker had snuggled his face into the Commissioners shirt and let out a few happy sighs. The straightjacket kept him from actually reaching up and holding onto the other man. As the other would probably hurry! down the hallway, Wesker continued to chirp.

" I mean.. wow.. it's so bushy and funny. It's like a bristle brush, James can I eat it? " Oh my.

Wesker strained just a little bit, trying to arch his back to sit up more in the others arm, but the tightness of the jacket kept him from really moving at all. He could swing his legs though, and promptly lost a slipper in the travel.

Gordon: The mustache was perhaps the only part of James head that wasn't beaming from the blush. He nodded and quickly began his trip from the room toward the other one. He glanced up at the signs as he went. "Shhhh, hush Arnold," he scolded sort of quietly.

Though it was kinda nice to hear. Made him wiggle his mouth a little at the compliment.

He took him into the room and sat him upright on the couch, then went over to the TV. "What channel do you want to watch, Arnold?" he asked, back to the intoxicated little inmate. Surely he couldn't get into too much trouble in three seconds.

Wesker: One would think, huh?

WHUMP! Yes that was the sound of Arnold rolling right off the couch and onto the floor. It was randomly followed by an " ow.. " and then a chorus of giggling. Half of the little guy was still on the couch, at least his bottom half was. With that one slipperless foot wiggling. He'd lost his glasses, they'd slid off his face and onto the floor.

Wesker beheld Gordon in his upside down glory with completely glossy blue eyes and smiled at him. " I don't want to watch TV.. nothing's ever on.. " Brows quirked.

Mmmgh. Can't focus. So glad he's here. Stupid jacket. God it's hot in here. " I'm hot, can you loosen my jacket, please? " Wesker chirped. Ah he was so drugged, but soo happy. That had to be good in some way.

Gordon: Gordon heard the thud and bolted around. He walked over and picked up the glasses in the floor. Damn he was cute, with his slipped foot wiggling around that way and that dazed look.

There you go again, thinking of taking advantage of the disadvantaged. Bad Gordon. Bad.

He leaned down and slipped the glasses back onto Wesker's face. "Nope. Cause then I wouldn't know where you'd be off too." He slid his head and shoulders into his lap and looked down at him.

"I'll keep my coat on though and we'll both be hot then, huh?"

Though that thing did look hot... really Gordon couldn't figure out how Wesker would hurt anyone in that state, just open himself (and Gordon) up to a world of embarrassment.

Wesker: That never-ending smile actually curled down into a pout. Bottom lip stuck out up at the Commissioner as his head rested into the other man's lap. The pout didn't last all that long though, ah Wesker just couldn't manage that.. even though he really wanted to get the jacket off.

'Cause he needs a hug. That's right. A good hug.

" I won't go anywhere, I promise.. I can't even walk straight, James. " Arnold said in an almost matter-of-fact voice. Was he aware he was fucked up? Maybe, sometimes drunk people know when they've really had too much.

Arms strained inside the jacket. The damn thing was itchy, made of cotton and hot. Wesker continued to stare up at Gordon, his face pulling into that big wide closed mouthed smirk.

Arnold Wesker was harmless, without Scarface, he was just a silly little old man.. who happened to have too much Benzo in his system at the moment.

Gordon: Well, he did look harmless enough. And that cute smirk. How could he mean anyone harm. Plus, Wesker had been making progress. It wasn't like he was going to grab some random pez dispenser and start having a conversation with himself.

He bit his lower lip as he released the buckle for the arms, but did nothing to pull it off anymore. Besides, he did want to hug him, and if the other man was restrained he couldn't do it properly. So as soon as that buckle was undone he wrapped his arms around the little man and hugged him to him.

"I miss you, Arnold," he said.

Wesker: A pez dispenser... give Arnold a little class now! .. okay so he had no excuse for Socko. But.. it was this man's doing after all. All James, he was helping him do so much better. This was just a little slip up with his medication.

Wesker's grin got even bigger as he felt the tension on his arms loosen. YES! Immediately both those arms ( though the hands were still well covered by the oversized sleeves ) Flung around Gordon's neck and Wesker dived right into the hug with a cute squeak.

" I missed you sooo much, James! " The little guy arched right up into the hug and nuzzled his face into Gordon's neck. He nuzzled and clung as tightly as he could without the use of his hands.

It was very good to see him again, even if Wesker was technically seeing two James. For a moment it was just that, Hugging and squeaking. But then Wesker pulled back and grinned up at Gordon.

" Oh god, come here you big silly, I'm going to kiss you now! "

And it wasn't really a romantic kiss either. Wesker was like SNOG to Gordon's face, covered hands gripping to the back of his head, his foot kicking out and loosing his other slipper across the room.

Gordon: "Arnold we shouldn't mphhmmph," do that here, but seeing as how my mouth is now full of your tongue I doubt I can argue with that. He lifted his hands to the sides of Wesker's face and moaned into the kiss. He tilted his head to get more of it.

After this little incident, it might be a while before he'd have a chance to feel it again, even if it wasn't Wesker's fault.

Although, even though some of the staff suspected the relationship, he still didn't want them to walk in on anything. How would he know what Wesker would try to do in this mood?

He pulled his face back and reached to grab Wesker's hands through the cloth of the jacket. "Arnold, wait a minute! Someone might walk by!"

Wesker: Kissing while doped up. Wow, Wesker had never done this. Everything felt funny. His flesh felt a bit thicker then normal, and the sensations of swiping tongue. God, Wesker didn't know wither to giggle or moan and wiggle.

When Gordon pulled away and caught his hands, Wesker just grinned. His face was a little mussy, lips wet with spit. He arched his brows in a why-not? twerk and kept trying to kiss the taller man more.

" Awww but I wanna.. " He shifted in the other's lap. Just falling forward and pressing little kisses to Gordon's puffy mustache. Oh the mustache, it made him giddy.

Oh god, what if someone walked by? A guard did, but he was too busy growling back at a couple of inmates to hurry it up. Skippy-skip went a pair of slippers and a young lady with bouncy blonde hair was just now skipping past the doorway -

Harley Quinn about did a double take as she stopped completely, peeking into the Lounge. She blinked a few times before letting out a little scream and:

" Commishy and Puppethead sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-Geeeeeeeee.... "

She was yanked by the arm by the guard, who didn't even look. " I told yah no clownin' around.. "

" But.. but.. omg.. but.. "

Gordon: The Commissioner went wide-eyed at the shriek. "It's not what it-mmph!" he fell back under the onslaught of Wesker's kisses, shoes poised over his head. Wesker may have been little, but for one small man he had a lot of pent up passion in him.

And how he wished Arnold would stop wiggling on him like that.

His legs slowly lowered to the point he was laying flat on the ground, and just gave into kissin Wesker back. Yup. Shoulda left the straightjacket on him.... Is he slobbering on my mustache? It made him wiggle his nose at the thought.

Wesker: At least for their sakes later, when Wesker was back to normal, Harley was TECHINCALY crazy, maybe most people wouldn't believe her.

Ahah he gave in! As the Commissioner lowered back to his back, Wesker just laid down on him. Covered arms went around his neck and he sprawled.

Legs went around hips, belly to belly. He nibbled on Gordon's mustaches and cooed at him. All this kissing had gotten his glasses all cock-eyed on his face. So one hazy drug up blue peered at Gordon.

Ah but if he'd left the jacket on, he'd never had gotten kisses like these. Poor Wesker, hopefully James wouldn't tell him he'd been acting like this during his next visit, the poor little guy would be red for a week straight.

He'd been drugged for almost an hour before James had arrived, and he hadn't been this playful with Arkham or Jerry, so at least it was only James who brought out the loveyduby kissy side.

Wesker licked Gordon's mustache and nuzzled his lips with a little pant, thin lines of sweat were starting to trail down the sides of his face. " I'm still hot, James, unhook the rest of my jacket? You can take yours offf too. " He wiggled.

Gordon: "Well... nng... let me explain something to -ahem- to you Arnold," he started, well aware of why Wesker was getting hot. He was getting hot too. And with Wesker wiggling on him like that he was just getting hotter and more hard.

In fact, it was starting to hurt a little. For the life of him though James couldn't push him off of him. It was either the insistence of his lover, or the subconscious desire to let him have his way.

He rested his hands on the buckles. "...You see, if I let you go, then we might be caught doing something worse than kissing by someone worse than Harley."

Involuntarily his spine moved, pushing his pelvis up against Wesker a little bit. "So I'll keep- ... ah shit... mine on, and you'll keep yours on, and maybe when you get out, we won't have to worry about this." He followed with a hopeful look. "Sounds like a good plan, huh?"

Wesker: Hip churn. Bare toes dug against the couch for a moment. The grind upward felt good. But it might of helped jar Wesker a bit. Or the words did. He quite trying to eat Gordon's face and squinted with his one visible eye hard at the man he had pinned on the couch. It's so damn hot. but.. is he right? Wesker bit his own lip and then let out a small chuckle. " Okay.. James. "

He scooted himself downward a bit and rested his head on the other mans chest. Ear pressed to tie, so he could hear the quick thunk thunk of his lovers heart.

Body relaxed, he quite trying to paw at the other man, even though he'd like too. He just sank and rumbled out a little sigh. His cheek squished against the rise and fall of Gordon's breaths.

" So when I get out, you'll take off my jacket? " The little man asked.

Gordon: He sat at just the right point to make it excruciating. Straight-jacket or not, the drugs were making Wesker dangerous in a very bad way. The scoot just added to the torture.

He smiled though when Wesker put his head down on his chest. "Yeah, sure I will." He whispered, "Looking forward to it, too.

Really though, who was Wesker going to hurt? Gordon took a deep breath. He'd obviously gotten the idea of snogging with James out of his head (or at least the hopeful commissioner presumed).

The hands that were on the last of the buckles released them. "Don't make me regret doing that, okay. Dr. Arkham'll never let me hear the end of it."

Wesker: " Ookay.. " Something about the way he said that with a smirk shoulda been a fucking warning siren.

Oh he couldn't help those little scoots. He was after all, just laying on the guy. Just a rub here, a twitch of a hip there. Wesker raised a finger and adjusted his frames upon his face as he felt rest of his buckles on his straightjacket being released.

Drugs did funny things to people. Maybe it was signal that he might of been a fun loving, playful person if all that damage from Scarface, and everything else hadn't been done to him.

The moment the last buckle was released, Wesker sat up, right on poor Gordon's crotch and literally slunked the item across the room. Everyone ready for sweaty cloth smell? 'Cause Wesker's Asylum shirt was utterly drenched under that coat. The cool air immediately caused him to shiver as the sweat started to evaporate off his skin.

" Still hooot. " He whined and started reaching behind him trying to peel the shirt off. He got it up to his neck before his attention was shifted back to Gordon and wavered a bit leaning down over him. " Dr. Arkham says it's bad idea to bottle up what I feel.. "

The sound of a thumb sliding quick and simultaneously against a finger, complete with the "clink" of Metal echoed from the doorway. Harvey Dent, in the mild panic in the room, had managed to suddenly be just leaning there, staring at the two on the couch with his split expressions. One of complete nonchalant, the other snarling in disgust.

" We knew it. You should get a room, or a cell. "

Gordon: Again, that moment of panic returned to Gordon's face. The same one that was there when Harley was dragged off shrieking. "It's not what it looks like! Jerry gave him too many drugs. Just... Oh shut up Harvey!" At least he knew him well enough at one time to get away with saying that.

He wrinkled his nose a little. That jacket must have been hot and that shirt smelled funky. That special sort of funky that came in gym lockers or lawn-mowing shirts. He grabbed the hem of Wesker's shirt and held it down.

"No don't! Keep it on! Keep it on!" He didn't know whether he was arguing to save his dignity or to keep himself from doing something to him. God, he should have asked to go to the padded cell. Dent's so gonna believe you with the huge hard-on you've got right now.

Wesker: Dent blinked his good eye and looked down at his coin. " We should probably tell someone, get Dr. Arkham and someone in here to get the jacket back on, and you.. " He raised a brow. " Should go home and take a COLD shower, Jim. But that's not up to us. " He slapped his wrist and sent the coin flipping.

Meanwhile, Wesker was fighting with Gordon to try and get his shirt back up over his head, doing more wiggling, and giggling and swaying then a 11 year old girl on a sea-saw. He wasn't strong enough to peel the other's fingers off, so he did the best next thing. He yanked backwards, falling onto his back onto Gordon's knees and since Gordon was holding the shirt so tight, it just kinda popped right off.

Harvey caught the coin and peered down at it. " Not your lucky day Jim, Lady says we keep walking and go to lunch. Good luck with that. " He shifted on his heels and headed down the hall, shaking his head.

" What's all the COMMooShun, Haarv? Someone building naughty statues with the dominions again? " A very familiar and dreaded voice sounded just outside the doorway. Slowly a face as white as snow with red lined lips and mussed up green hair actually leaned in sideways to get a peek into the room.

Joker slapped a hand to his cheek and busted out laughing. " Oh Man Oh My! I'd shoot the Queen of England MYSELF for a Camera! Heyo, Jimbo, work it, work it! "

Gordon: Gordon sat up quickly, one hand full of Wesker's shirt and the other hand trying to catch him. "Stop it! You're making a scene! -Bye Harv- Put this back on!" He froze in the middle of snagging Wesker's wrists.

That voice. Oh no. This is not happening. You're still asleep at home in your bed. That or at your office asleep at the desk trying to ignore Bullock.

He looked at the doorway and broke out into a sweat at the sight of that face. "It's not what it looks like-" he let go of the wrists to hold up the shirt, but before he could explain the Jerry situation, he froze. In lifting the shirt up, he'd revealed that tenting in his pants (nicer now that Wesker wasn't holding it down with his weight).

"Hahaaha! You tell me that when you're not holding a show under the big top!" A white hand slapped over it's owner's face and he laughed hysterically, whether at the situation or the joke, one couldn't know. "So is that a gun, or are you happy to see him- Hey!" he yelled as an arm reached out to tug him along. "No! I'm not ready! I've got a million more where that came from!"

"Come one, funny guy, or you're not going to get any food," the guard said, dragging him out of the doorway.

Wesker: " Byeee Joker... " Wesker actually waved amidst trying to sit back up from Gordon's legs. He about nearly kicked the other man in the face with his bare feet, bust just brushed an ear. He had such a dopey grin on his face as he finally managed to rock up onto his ass and sat on Gordon's knees.

So there he sat for just a second. Shirt gone, his cute pudgy little belly sticking out. His glasses were all mussed up, and what did he train on? Well it's kinda hard not to notice the tenting the other man was doing, especially when one's hutched over slightly. Wesker twirked his brows.

Woah. Head spinning. Still hot. Hey, look at that. A hand reached down and he pressed his palm flat under the bulge and rubbed at it. " Is it a gun? You're not supposta bring guns into Arkham James. "

It would probably only be moments before another inmate walked past. It was obviously lunch time. Wesker let out a little pant and then closed his lips tightly together, smirking.

" I'm not a gun, gut I'm something fun, you should let me out of here. " Gordon's crotch said.

Gordon: Gordon's eyes widened, then closed. "I uh... don't do- nng... Arnold, p-put your shirt back on."

He definitely sounded uncertain. "N-no, it's not a gun." Not a gun at all." He had never had... that sort of foreplay. Someone talk to his penis and it talk back. ....But the petting made it nod it's head (as in give him a good painful throb) in agreement.

"It's fine in there, though." He reached down to try and hold his fly shut from any attempts that Wesker might make to open in. "Wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about?" He didn't know of anything, he was just trying to distract him.

Wesker: " Awww but he wants to come out. " Wesker's fingers fumbled at Gordon's fly, but he was having difficulty actually getting anywhere around Gordon's fingers. Hah! That's what you get when you have a secret affair with a Ventriloquist of all people. Especially one that was currently higher then a kite and horny tah boot.

Wesker pouted again for a moment, and let his hands go back around Gordon's neck. He slid up again, Sitting right back down on the other man's hands and crotch and just grinded a moment. Face flushed and he let out a little whimper.

Arms curled, bare chest landed on Gordon's shirted one and he was once again trying to weasel kisses out of the taller man. Shame on him. But it honestly wasn't his fault. He loved James. He was too doped out to know he shouldn't be 'loving' on him while inmates tramped past for lunch. Speaking of which..

" .. and ifs there's green beans I swear you'll blight the day you tried to get me to eat those beastly disgusting things.. You'll wake up seething in your own panicked sweat to see me looming over you like a basterdful child of... "

Crane actually skidded to a stop, one leg held in the air and stared wide eyed into the room. His mouth dropped, his finger pointed.. he gaped..

" What in BLOODY nine hells are you doing? " He screeched, high, girlie.

Gordon: Gordon pointed at Crane with an insistent finger. "It's not mmmnn what it mm looks like."

Oh how invalid an argument that could be now. A shirtless, sweaty Wesker grinding himself against Gordon's crotch while the nervous commissioner still clutched that soaking shirt, having kisses planted all over his mouth and being hugged. Ah yes, Gordon was about ready to put on the abandoned straight-jacket himself.

It did feel good though. Oh how it felt good. He was half tempted just to lay back and play victim. It wasn't you're fault he was drugged up, James. They did it, you could just let him enjoy it. Though the next person to walk by might have a heart-attack, judging from Crane's reaction to the eye-full.

Again the guard piped up. "What's everyone's problem today?! Move it along!"

"S-stop Arnold..." he drew in a shaky breath, getting a little sweaty himself. "Remember this is -ah- a bad idea. I should probably leave." He was so flushed even his hands were red.

Wesker: Crane's face was probably going to stick that way for a while as the tall gangly man shifted down the hall way still squirming a bit to himself. Hah, A couple of Old coots, grinding each other on the couch, and he was going to have Nightmares. Fancy that Scarecrow.

Wesker paused in his hip grinding to rest his face against the commissioners. He panted hot breath over the other's mouth and clenched his brows at him, he looked genuinely sad for a moment.

" But.. I want you to stay, don't you want to stay with me? Mmm I waaaaant you soo baddd. " Grind. Grind. If he kept this up, they were just going to mess in their pants and there would be no hiding from anyone when Gordon brought Wesker back to Dr. Arkham.

The little guy slid an arm down between them and tried to squirm into James pants again. For the moment, it seemed the major herd of inmates had passed.

Gordon: Much to Arnold's luck (but not to Gordon's, as the coin predicted), he'd moved his hands to insist to Crane what was going on was perfectly explainable. So when those fingers found the front of his pants and undid them, he sprung free easily.

Oh, now this would cause some trouble, wouldn't it. It was hot and red as the rest of him, and oozing clear droplets at the tip. Oh please, I'm going to have so much explaining to do. There was another part of him though that was happy to finally feel Wesker's touch. The part that apparently made it so he couldn't move his arms decently to fend off the insistent attempts to get into his pants. Sure he wanted the next time for them to be together to be romantic, a joyous reunion at his release from out of Arkham.

This though, it was teasing and illicit and everything that Gordon should be against but it felt soooo good.

"A-arnold" he mumbled out, scarcely noticing the feminine voice talking as it drew closer to the door.

Wesker: ..And he'd never do something like this was he in his right mind. Not in public. But he wasn't in his right mind, at least as right as he could be after the ordeals he'd been through. Shame on him later. Right now, with the sudden heat and wetness springing loose from Gordon's pants, Wesker was all Weeee right now.

His mouth pulled into a big grin and he licked against the other man's mustache before pulling back, sitting so that the now exposed cock was just resting between his legs. A hand closed almost immediately around it and Wesker started stroking. The clear fluid already seeping helping to make his hand movements sleek and flawless.

Those perfect little round glasses sheened in content and Wesker flushed deep. " Seee, it's good. "

His other hand yanked the rest of Gordon's shirt out his belt before moving to his own pants, he started shoving at the waist-line of his Arkham pants determined on mooning whatever femme was about to take a step past the door.

Gordon: " -I think I'm with Crane today on the greenbeans, I-" a shapely form paused in the doorway and green-ish lips parted. "Oh.... my.... god..."

How else was Pamela Eisley supposed to react to seeing the respected law enforcement official getting a hand job from an Arkham inmate who was getting more and more naked by the second.

Again he looked in surprise, but couldn't get the shocked expression with his current state that he could before. He had to gasp to even be able to speak. "It 's not-" Ah, what's the use, Gordon. "Arnold! Th-there's someone-" he couldn't speak anymore, he could only breath and move into his hand, bucking up a little bit.

"Pamela, aren't you hungry? Time to get going."

"....Nah, not hungry," she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the door with a smirk. Which did get a panicked look out of the commissioner.

"Well, I'm not going to get in trouble for you not eating. Let's go." That arm appeared to pull her along, and she went with a grumpy whimper.

Wesker: If either of them had been smarter or a little less high at the moment, at least rolling BEHIND the couch would have saved them a ton of embarrassment. But Wesker couldn't think straight. All he could really muster on was James Here. Love James. Want James. Sex!

He did glance at Poison Ivy before she was dragged off, but all he caught from her was that sly smirk and that just couldn't do anything to deter him. His hand continued to pump against Gordon's cock while he fought with his own pants, having to Arch his back to get his ass up enough to slung the items down to his knees. Once exposed his own arousal was throbbing and just as hard. He jerked his hips and rubbed them together for a second.

Shouldn't do this here. Shouldn't be doing this at all. That's what Gordon was saying, that's what Arnold should have been thinking. But atlas.

He scooted again, soft fabric and sweaty skin brushing along Gordon's cock as Arnold repositioned himself and sat back down just above the other's groin. Stickiness slapping against a meaty cheek.

He obviously wasn't coordinate enough to just sit down right on Gordon, he'd fall off with how much of a head rush he had. So he just grinded again, ass down. Fingers entwined to James's hair.

" We never have tea, and that's just blasphemy. Go on go on, you better go on without me, Harold. I can hear Joker dancin' on a table. " A broad shouldered but short man was just walking past the door at that moment. In fact he passed the door completely and then backed right up again and stared with bucked teeth hanging out over his lip.

Gordon: And that's another one. Come on Gordon! Just help him out and get it over with. It'll be like ripping off a band-aid... a very nice feeling band-aid.

All Gordon could do was stutter incoherently as other figure entered the his corner vision. His hand wrapped around Wesker's arousal and begin to stroke him, quickly and more roughly than he had before. He throbbed up against Wesker as he grinded. He wished for some sort of lube as he was squirmed against, though he didn't doubt that squirming alone could work.

"Busy now, call back later," he mumbled at Tech, letting his thumb glide over the head of Wesker's cock as he tried to say something discernable.

Wesker: Hatter shifted for a moment. His fingers tapping against his exposed teeth. And he kept staring. One foot started to slid into the room when he was barked at.

" Jervis. That does it. Shut that door and get going. I'm sick of everyone bothering Commissioner Gordon, No one bothers the rest of you that much when you have company. " " But.. they.. " Tetch stammered. " Now or No lunch. " Tetch thunked his own head, reached into the room and the snagged the handle of the door. A trashcan clattered and spilled as the door slammed shut and the sound of Tetch slippers skittered down the hall way.

Had Arnold not been too indulged in that thumb that was pleasuring he might have jumped right off Gordon. That was sooo loud. He shifted, feeling the heat and sweat grinding right up against him.

Hands slipped from hair down Gordon's neck and Wesker leaned down flat to come face to face, still jerking and grinding pretty tauntingly.

He giggled amidst a groan. " Wow, everyone's so chatty today. Mm I missed you. "

Gordon: Now why hadn't he thought of that earlier! Door open. Close it. No one see in. It's only logical.

"I don't think chatty's the- nng- word for it," he said, moving beneath Wesker. He lifted his other hand behind Wesker's head and pulled him into a desperate kiss, rubbing his lips against the pale ones feverishly. His pelvis continued to buck up against the man on him, smearing him with precum. Oh he'd be so sticky when he came out of it later.

He broke the kiss and put his lips by Wesker's ear, stroking quickly. "So close," was all he could mumble.

Wesker: Ah the simplest things wrought rocket science when one is overly horny and out of their heads. But at least the door closed now would warrant them a few moments of peace. Needless, it seemed Arnold got his way.

He'd loved to have felt Gordon inside him, and granted even without lube he was so high it probably wouldn't have even hurt him till much later when he was sitting in his cell, just wokin' up from a nap wondering why his head was throbbing and his ass was sore..

But there would be no need for out right fucking. The dry humping would do just nicely. Sliding sticky and sweaty between this man's fingers. After all that teasing it was nice to just lay here, grinding, faces mushed together kissing feverishly.

Wesker nipped Gordon's lip as he huffed out his warning. His own face having gone stark flushed with how close him was himself. The drugs and grogginess didn't allow him a long stamina. So he just complied. Helping the other along with a harder press of hips and flesh against the other's cock.

Gordon: Gordon gripped his shirt and pulled it up. That's just what he needed, to walk out with a shirt full of cum. He strained against the gripping fingers and pressed his head back out of the kiss back into the couch. "Arnold!" he cried as he got too close to restrain himself (it was safe enough, it wasn't like every inmate hadn't just seen him and he'd been yelling at Arnold for quite a while now. He'd have to stop by a water fountain on his way out, because he released a load between those plump teasing cheeks. He arched up when he did so, lifting the smaller man up from the couch a little.

His hand clenched as he did, gripping him tightly. Then he began to stroke more and quickly. God it felt good.

He felt good. He went into that fuzzy post-coital state, lifting his face back up to nuzzle Wesker as he stroked him firmly.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

Wesker: Someone was gonna have to have a shower here tonight. Hopefully they'd be able to clean up enough mess that maybe no one would know it had gone beyond playing and pinning.

Wesker gasped and stifled against Gordon's lips. The squeezing hand, the extra stroking, it was all the little guy needed to be jerking back hard and making quite the mess on the Commissioners now exposed tummy.

Oh yes, it was good. Foggy, a little out of body, but very good. He finished trembling and then just settled down on the other, pressing kisses back, panting. " I looove you too. " He breathed out, nuzzling the other. Wesker's head finally dropped to Gordon's chest and his shoulders shook and shook for a moment.

It would quickly become evident that he was giggling. A hand reached up and wiped at his eyes under his glasses. " My butt feeeels so sticky James! " Matter-of-factly again. But oh that grin!

This had certainly been a nice visit, it was just too bad he wouldn't remember it later.

The End