Antonio had only just sat down at his desk when the Chief of Department had called him in. He rubbed his side, still sore from the previous day's activities. Glancing at an old picture on his desk, he gently smiled at it before getting up. The heavy, dark blue rings hung under his eyes from a night of worrying what his new partner would be like. How many years had it been? How many had it been since his last one? Five years, he could never follow get that.
Pulling his mind back to work, he got up, making sure his uniform looked in prim condition for the Boss. Francis leaned over onto his desk smirking, making Antonio feel somewhat unsure, "Have you two finally got your act together yet?" His voice did not sound promising, knowing Francis almost too well.
"You just wait, one day I'll be strolling down here with a date booked and him smiling." There was an ever confident smile from Francis, who always knew exactly who he wanted and how to get them.
"When that day comes criminals will arresting policemen..." He joked back to Francis.
They had always been great friends, they had got through nursery together, primary school, even the school bullies. Francis have been so supporting after his last partner. Yet there was always this one problem, ever since their first day of being fully fledged policeman Francis had this transfixation with the Chief of Police. They would play with one another, using each other as pawns in their game of chess with one another. A game that somehow Antonio got stuck into too. Not only as Francis' pawn but also as the opponent's. Yet Francis never seemed to back down, never letting his feelings fully take him over, for they both knew that the opponent shared these feelings back, making the game evermore deadly... Harmful almost, yet so richly intoxicating.
So at his reply he simply left his desk, ready to be a pawn in their games, knowing that some day they will see through their games and the pawns they so regularly used would be finally cast away so that they can delve into their inner most pleasures. His arm ached as he clenched his fist, the bruises from times before settling into skin. He mentally begged for the day to come soon that this would happen, unsure if the pawns in their would survive many more rounds.
Ever so gently, he tapped on the door to the office, a booming voice coming from within, "Antonio! I told you to get here five minutes ago!"
He stepped into the room anxiously, the emerald eyes glared back at him. "Didn't I tell you not to talk to that bloody frog! Idiot!"
He comes up from his desk, the power in his eyes belittling Antonio. His fingers run down His neck, caressing him playfully. Lifting his head up with his fingertips so he can stare into Antonio's eyes before slapping him hard on the cheek. "You've been letting him tend to your wounds again... Just remember what I can do." He closed in on Antonio's ear. "I can take that child away from you. That one you do all this for. I can snatch her away from and leave you with nothing just like that."