An Officer and a Mayor?

By Pizzapig

He woke up with a headache and a sour taste in his mouth, an arm was slung carelessly over his chest, the feeling of warm breathe was against his neck. His first thought was one of apprehension, followed by an overwhelming curiosity to open his eyes, a deep dark dread settled in his stomach as he realised who it was. Jarvet recoiled in horror. He had failed once again, sinned terribly against all that was moral and respectable. Truthfully he had no one to blame but his own person, through fault of his own character and a bit too much liquor he had easily became what he so diligently tried to resist. Fighting his was through adversity he had tried to stay on the path of righteousness and goodness, resist all earthy sin god had tested him with, but now he had fallen, fallen into damnation and sin, lured in by carnal lust and immorality; He was hell bound for sure.

Every Wednesday night for the past four months Monsieur Le Maire had made it his weekly habit to hear detailed reports from the head inspector, an obligation both parties were required to partake in for the good of the city. It was a routine operation, Jarvet would transcribe both an oral and written report to the mayor, answer any questions required of him, then leave to attend his duties. As the weeks wore on Jarvet got the sense Monsieur Le Maire did not care for him very much, rushing through the reports to end the transaction as soon as possible, making excuses to hurry the inspector out of his office. This type of dismissal was not a new phenomenon to Jarvet, he often evoked the feeling of animosity in many a new acquaintances throughout his life; he was not one to easily make friends. Growing up in desuetude he had learned early the only one he could rely on was himself, and the firm hand of the law.

It was not until Jarvet saved Monsieur le Maires life, unearthing an assassin hiding within his own house that Monsieur le Maires and the inspector began to warm up to each other. Even going as far to say Monsieur le Maire had made an effort to be hospitable to the inspector, inviting him to stay after his weekly report instead of rushing him out the door as per usual. Sitting down and conversing with the mayor Jarvet got the strangest feeling that he had known the mayor for years, the conversation flowed easily between them, an easy familiarity warming the room. The weeks passed, and Monsieur le Maire would present the same invitation to the inspector each week, and Jarvet would of course graciously accept, taking his assigned seat by the hearth. Often if fancy struck they would find themselves debating late into the night, arguing over the current social issue, other times they just didn't say anything at all, content to just enjoy the company of another lonely heart. At home within his private vocation Jarvet had started to imagine he sensed within the other man a common soul, an understanding ear, and above all a friend.

It was a particularly lonely and cold Wednesday night that Jarvet found himself late arriving to Monsieur Le Maire office, soaked through to the bone and violently shivering as he dripped all over Monsieur le Maires wooden floor.

"This will not do." Said Madeline.

Jarvets heart froze as he stood in the hallway dripping ice, prepared to be turned away, feeling shame at his less then presentable appearance.

"You'll catch your death in those clothes, have sense man, I did not expect for you to come to me in such a blizzard."

"My first duty is to the law."

Madeline shook his head in amazement, he could not decide if the man was half mad or admirably committed to his duties, although it did ease his mind to imagine the later, though he did suspect the former. Madeline coerced Jarvet into his house where he commanded him to change into his own dry clothes, comfortably setting himself up by the fire, he ordered some warming brandy, politely waiting until Jarvet soon followed, dry, and limping slightly, he took up his usual seat.

"Drink?" asked Madeline pouring himself a generous amount.

"No." Said Jarvet, he refused to indulge in such vices after seeing the ruin and destitution they would eventually cause.

It was not long before they fell into a familiar and easy debate on the philosophical underpinnings of the law. Intending to make a particular statement Jarvet stood up, forgetting his injury and wincing in pain as he put weight on his foot. Madeline hurried over, helping Jarvet back into his seat and examined his injury, Jarvet hissed in pain as the man's finger probed the sore joint.

"You need rest, and relaxation," said Madeline. "or you may damage it further."

"That's your professional opinion then."

"As Mayor yes."

"Remind me again when you acquired a doctorate."

"It was around the time when you acquired a diploma in being an asshole."

"I may have an injured ankle but I can still take you Madeline."

"I would like to see you try Inspector." He said voice gong husky, and leaning in too close. Madeline stopped inches from Jarvet, and it was the other man who breached the gap, tightly gripping onto each other, they kissed hungrily and messily, with a desperate need for comfort, as if they had been wandering the dessert for years, thirsty and alone, and had finally been given water and civilisation.

"I want you now." Said Madeline, and like that Jarvet was lost.

Jarvet lightly touched his lips in wonder as he remembered the pleasurable feeling of forbidden sin, greedily taken with no apologies. A night that would have him condemned beneath the lords eyes upon his judgement day, yet he couldn't even summon up anything close to regret, sinking once again into lustful memories.

It was far too easy to progress their way to the bedroom, hot and heavy pressed up against each other, flesh against flesh, cries of joy and overwhelming sensation. Intimately entwined Jarvets souls was bared raw, scared and wounded for Madeline to see, it was almost more than Jaret could bear. Yet Madeline did not shy away, offering up his own battered soul just as freely. A beautiful and terrible truth, one and the same, they were equals. Opposite to anything Jarvet had ever known he had no foundation to guide him, no point of reference, just a secret Eden, and a terrible truth. The orphan child within him cried, he could at last rest, lay his heavy heart down, he had found his home he had longing for his whole life.

The rising sun broke Jarvet from his musings, a reflection flashed across his vision, impairing his sight and catching his eye. Shadowing his eyes Jarvet reached for the object in question, the familiar shape felt heavy in his hand, burning his skin, turning it over in his rough hands a deep shame built within Jarvet. The object was cheap, dented, and crafted from rejected metal scraps, a holy divinity of symbolism, warm within his tightly closed fist, the sharp edges cut into his hand. A tiny drop of blood ran down his arm staining the pristine white sheets below. His salvation came through a set of hands, gently resting on his own, relaxing his grip he let the object softly fall onto the bedsheets, revealing a simple silver cross painted against the white backdrop. The man reached out to comfort him and Jarvet recoiled in horror as if he had been burnt. A feeling of deep shame assaulted his senses, and he leapt out of bed, backing up as far as his legs would carry him, and crumpling into a boneless pile before he even reached the door. The shock of his failings overcame his body, and he dry heaved, vomiting the contents of his stomach onto the floor. The urge he had worked for so long to repress and deny, ruined in a night of carelessness abandonment. He was no better than the sultry prostitutes lining the gutter, immoral and destitute, their basic urges controlled their lives, hand in hand with the devil himself, blackened souls willingly condemned to hell for the next fix to ease their animalistic urges.

"Jarvet?" The sinful voice called, a worried crease upon the demon brow.

His silence spoke volumes.

"Jarvet. Please come back to bed, you're as pale as death."

He refused to meet the sirens gaze, for sure one look upon the beautiful medusa would turn his mind to stone, a frozen slave to the demon to do with him as he will. What a cruel test, for sure God intended him to fail. The siren got out of bed, kneeling beside him he was forced to meet his gaze, and as the sun is revealed from behind the clouds the demonic guise was removed, standing before him was once again no more than a man. His sinful fingers ran along his jaw, softly meeting his lips, to which his accursed body urged him forward, leaning into the touch he so desperately craved, so long denied himself. Their lip met in a desperate craving full of desire, pleasure, and freedom, a sweet release from earthy chains and burdens. Madeline let out a sinuous groan, full of desire and longing, tasting, feeling and touching any bare skin he could reach, exploring, and memorising every inch of his body. Jarvet was all too happy to comply, lost in sensation and touch, eager and ready for more Madeline made his way along the mans necks, kissing, deep dark bruises, marking his claim upon flesh, working his way slowly, every inch of his flesh captured his dutiful attention.

"Come back to bed Javet." Madeline said, low and husky. Jarvet did not have it within himself to refuse as he locked eyes, his own cold green eyes upon clouded brown. Taking the mans hand within his own he promised himself this time would be the last, even then he knew he was lying. His accursed memory couldn't rub clean the fact it was him who had insinuated the kiss the night before, who had encouraged the eager Monsieur Le Maires advances, and was now gladly following back to bed.

Naked upon the bed Jarvet drew the Monsieur Le Maire towards him, running his hands over the mans form, a pleasure he had denied himself for so long. Gently gazing upon his lovers form through half lidded eyes, the rising sun illuminated the beautiful, rough man, lit up within from a light all his own, and in that moment Jarvet could not believe a more perfect moment could exist. With a hypnotic reverence Jarvet reached to remove Madeline's undershirt that he had missed the night before, but was stopped by firm hands.

"I only have one request, it is that you leave my undershirt on."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of with me."

"All the same, I politely ask to keep it on."

"If that's what you desire, I shall honour it."

"Thank you" said Madeline wrapping his arms around the man and kissing him, a hot fiery kiss igniting a strong passion. Jarvet longed, he ached for Madeline, his enthusiasm showed itself in the best way, pressing against Madeline, encouraging the man in his efforts. Madeline ravished his mouth, his pupils dilated and blown wide with passion he made his way south, taking time with every part of him, treasuring him as only a lover could. He kissed his chest pressing small soft kisses against his skin, his warm breathe flush against his skin, paying particular attention to his nipples, using his tongue in the most sinful of ways till they were firm and hard. Jarvet let out a groan of pleasure, an uncomfortable pressure building in his groin, Jarvet urged Madeline on to give him the sweet relief he so desperately craved.

Half-wrecked Madeline licked a long stripe up Jarvets half-cocked penis, working his way around the sensitive tip with his tongue, teasingly working Jarvet into a frenzy, until he was fully erect and pre-cum was leaking from the tip of his cock. Jarvet whined as Madeline put his lips to use. Madeline smiled devilishly around his cock, starting to speed up, he set a firm, and unrelenting pace, holding down Jarvet's hips as he bucked. Moaning loudly Jarvet tightly clutched the bed linen, digging his nails in he tore the lavish material, he couldn't help but emit the loud noises of pleasure as Madeline put all his years of practice to work, taking him down to the base, and bobbing up again, repeating the motion again and again till the pressure built and built. Jarvet could not take it any longer, the feeling of a warm mouth, the unrelenting pace, he came, mind-numbingly hard, the salty substance running down Madelines throat. Madeline took in all he could before he pulled back, kissing Jarvet roughly on the mouth, and exhaustedly falling beside him on the bed, reaching out Madeline held Jarvet in his arms. The two weary men side by side watched the climbing sun light up the dark morning sky, blissful and content for the first time in his life Jarvet really wished he didn't have to go on duty in a manner of hours.