Warning: Contains lemon (BerkDee)
Sweltering
Rose slammed his pen down, feeling nothing but pure frustration as he ran a warm palm over his face. "It's hot." He grumbled to himself and hooked a finger in his tie, loosening the red accessory and proceeded to undo the first two buttons of his grey shirt. He was tempted to take off his black detailed vest but the professional in him wouldn't allow it. Berkeley breathed a sigh of relief as a breeze came through the window and cooled down his overheated skin. They only reason why it was so damn hot in the precinct was because the air conditioning unit was busted and Rose, try as he might, just couldn't find it in the budget to get it fixed this month. Berkeley took back his pen, and glared when he heard a soft knock on his door.
"Come in." He said, the words coming out clipped as he worked his jaw to hold back a string of curses when a mop of lavender hair and large light blue eyes peeked around the edge of the door before stepping in fully to reveal the ever hyper Detective Adams. "What is it now?" He snapped. His patience was wearing thin with this little game Dee was playing and it didn't help that he could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on.
JJ opened his mouth and closed it, looking from the commissioner's irritated face, to the carpeted floor. "Um sir!" JJ quickly said when he saw the frown deepening on his superior's face. "Dee-senpai – I mean Detective Laytner-"
Rose shot his hand up, "Stop" He said as he got out of his chair and smoothed over his slacks. This was getting resolved. Now. "Get back to work." He bit out, glaring at the lavender haired male who quickly nodded and bolted as he strode to the door. He was getting sick of Laytner's little charades. If the idiot had something he needed to say then he could say it himself. Not send his colleagues in for him as he had been doing since six a.m. this morning. He felt his irritation rising as he thought about the night they had together yesterday and how Dee was avoiding him like the plague today. He growled, eyes narrowing as he swiftly moved down the hall and passed the offices, disregarding the curious stares and whispers from various officers and secretary. It wasn't the ignoring part that Rose minded because he enjoyed men and women that played hard to get. He loved the challenge. It stimulated his competitiveness and he loved how it felt to win. What he did mind however, is how Dee, today, seemed to talk to him through other people. He had even sent in Ryo at one point. It was annoying. Childish. And he couldn't stand the choppy, back and forth conversation it caused. It didn't sit well with his desire to have a seamless professional enviorment.
He stopped when he reached the Detective Division and opened the door, striding in with authority. The chatter he had heard before he walked in quieted down considerably as he stole a quick glance around the room, frowning when he didn't see any sign of the man he was looking for. He furrowed his brows and leaned up against the doorframe.
"Detective MacLean" He called, causing the honey blonde to stop typing and look up from the computer.
"Yes, sir?" Ryo asked, back straightening as he took off his reading glasses.
Berkeley studied the detective and his fairly organized desk momentarily before glancing over to Dee's empty desk that was covered with incomplete reports, a few coffee ring stains and stacks of folders. Ryo was neater than Dee, just like himself. Berkeley frowned a little. It would be boring, he discovered a while ago, having someone neat and dutiful just like himself because it would make everything so predictable. That's when he started noticing Dee, as in really noticing him for the first time since he'd taken over as commissioner and it was conveniently after Ryo broke things off with the idiot. But what surprised him was that when he started becoming interested in the raven, he realized that Dee wasn't just some conquest as Ryo had been. He was … something else. Something a bit more important.
"Um … sir?"
Berkeley blinked, coming out of his thoughts as he straightened up and rolled back his shoulders. "Yes, where is that idiot partner of yours?"
"He left for the file room to grab a few things for our case ... Dee isn't in trouble again is he, sir?" Ryo asked, brows drawing together with mild concern.
"Of course he is. Thank you, MacLean." Berkeley gave a curt nod, pushing himself off the doorframe and closed the door behind him as he left to the lower level of the Police Department. He himself had never actually gone lower than the first floor since all of his paperwork was generally brought to him and the only time he even walked through the first floor was when he was exiting or leaving the building so he wasn't surprised in the least when Captain Michaels stopped him to ask if he needed anything and if something was wrong. To that, he just waved him off with that same pensive expression he just couldn't shake since Dee started annoying him today, telling the slightly beyond middle aged Captain that he was fine and nothing was wrong before opening the door to the basement and walking down the steps.
Berkeley wrinkled his nose at the musty smell and sneezed when dust invaded his nostrils. He sniffed, making a mental to have some officers come down and clean the place from top to bottom sometime during the week. Berkeley looked around the dimly lit space, vaguely interested as he passed several evidence lockers and hastily pulled boxes with the lids still off. He could've called Dee's name but he wanted to surprise the detective with his presence. He rounded a tall utility shelf, slowing his pace as he came across a closet with the door propped open. He walked up as he heard the familiar flipping of pages and a soft sigh. Dee's slender yet muscular form came into view and Berkeley crossed his arms, simply watching the raven stretch his arms up to carelessly slap a thick stack of files back on the shelf before pulling out another three.
"Laytner" Berkeley finally said, his voice sounding much louder in the quiet than before when he was amongst the hustle and bustle causing Dee to nearly jump out of his skin, and spill the neatly sorted papers tucked away in their respective files all over the floor.
Dee whipped around with startled eyes until he saw who had almost scared him to death and glared harshly at the smirking blonde. "What the hell are you doing down here of all places? That fancy suit of yours might catch some dust." He said and quickly swooped up the files in an attempt to make a swift exit. His attempt was ruined however when Berkeley frowned, blocking his way out of the file closet with loosely crossed arms.
"Get outta my way." Dee's voice was low as he spoke, the underlying threat evident. His fingers gripped tightly at the files tucked under his arm causing his knuckles to turn white. He was absolutely fuckin' heated and seeing Berkeley only pissed him off that much more which is why he tried his damned hardest to avoid him the entire day. Berkeley was nothing but a lying, scheming son of a bitch and the worry he felt about last night probably being a one night stand had been confirmed no more than a few minutes ago when Berkeley had the damn nerve to waltz his high and mighty ass down here and call him 'Laytner'. Not Dee but Laytner.
"I don't appreciate these childish charades you've been playing today. I shouldn't have to tell you how annoying it is having Detective Adams interrupt my work every two hours. Could it be …" Berkeley trailed off and smirked, his eyes glinting. "… You're avoiding me out of worry that you didn't please me enough with that mediocre blow job last night?" As soon as the words left his mouth and he saw the shocked expression on Dee's face, he felt like ripping out his tongue. He just always had to make things worse with his smart mouth. Before he could say something else to try and smooth over his comment however, he was met with a hard blow to the jaw and the force caused Berkeley stumble back.
"You egotistical bastard!" Dee shouted, his blood was boiling and his face was flushed from yelling as he clenched and unclenched his fists. "Shut the fuck up! Like hell I'd be worried about pleasing your prick ass enough! Now get outta my way!"
Berkeley worked his jaw with his hand. Alright … he deserved that one. Dee was seething, he noticed as Dee's chest rose and fell with each heavy exhale that left his slightly parted lips. The detective's gaze was hard, almost icy with those vivid, jade green irises and it sent a shiver down Berkeley's spine.
Suddenly, Dee dropped the files on the floor and rubbed at his face. Whether it was out of irritation or fatigue Berkeley wasn't too sure.
"It feels like everyone is throwing me away lately."
Berkeley frowned, wincing slightly as his jaw began to throb. He ran his tongue on the inside of his cut lips, the blood unintentionally touching his palate and he could already tell that a heavy bruise was quickly forming. But still, Berkeley knew that Dee had held back that time. Berkeley resisted an ill placed chuckle when a certain air headed male popped into his mind. Ryo had been upset on that day he kissed him but he didn't do any damage. Ryo was too self-controlled and probably considered the consequences of what would happen if he had drawn blood from a high ranking superior. Dee may have restrained himself but he was definitely no Ryo. That was for damn sure.
He slowly retook a few steps forward and stared into those angry eyes and pinched lips. The comment confused him. Tilting his head to the side, he brought his hand up to the detective's chin and placed his thumb on slightly plush lips, stopping the abuse Dee was causing on his bottom lip. He steeled himself when Dee stiffened. "Don't do that to your lips."
"Whatever" Dee replied and stepped back. He spared a short glance over his shoulder when his back hit the closet wall, the shelves looming just above both their heads. "Will you just get out of my way, Sir?" Dee sneered, emphasizing 'sir' as he did so and felt a bit of satisfaction when Berkeley narrowed his eyes. "I mean, unless you want another blow to the face then just -"
"Who said I was throwing you away?"
Dee stopped. "What?"
Rose scowled and slammed a hand on the wall, leaning in he said a little slower, "Who said … I was throwing you away?" He took advantage of Dee's speechless state and leaned in a bit more, connecting their lips together in a tender kiss. He couldn't be too rough right now. If he did, Dee might think he was just trying to smooth talk him into having a repeat of last night. Rose gripped Dee by the bicep, tightening his hold when he felt the other push at his chest and clench his jaw in the kiss. Dee was pretty strong, Berkeley admitted as he felt those hands press against his chest with impressive force. However, he himself was a bit stronger. With that in mind Berkeley took hold of Dee's wrists and with some effort, pinned them to the wall.
"Berkeley" Dee breathed, his eyes starting to haze over as Berkeley's warm breath ghosted along his jaw and down to his neck. The damn bastard hadn't even done anything yet and already he could feel himself getting reeled in as his mind started to go against his will and fill itself with all sorts of possibilities of what could happen should they stay like this. Dee just couldn't understand how someone could be so irritating yet almost completely irresistible all at the same time.
Dee wrenched his eyes closed, a familiar pressure already beginning to build in his groin causing his slacks to constrict uncomfortably as Berkeley opened his mouth and raked his teeth over the sensitive flesh right below Dee's jaw, lapping at the smooth skin with his tongue.
Dee moaned and tilted his chin back as Berkeley took the invitation and latched onto his throat. He released his hold on Dee's wrists, trailing his fingers along toned arms and down to his well-defined chest.
Despite the firmness slowly building in his pants and feeling the sudden urge to quickly strip both himself and Dee absolutely naked, Berkeley resisted and at a heartbreakingly slow pace started to fondle the raven's pink nipples with his index fingers. His own breathing became thick while Dee bit down on his lip and let his head drop against the wall, tangling his fingers in Berkeley hair as their mouths met again, this time with more vigor and Berkeley swallowed Dee's low growls when he brought up his thumbs and squeezed the sensitive nubs, rolling them around between his fingers.
"I'm not …" Dee panted, their lips just barely touching as he suddenly snatched Rose by his collar in a vice like grip. "I'm not … going to be your toy, you prick. I know what you're doing."
Berkeley snarled and dug his fingers in the other's hips, affectively yanking him forward so their members pressed together and slammed him back on the wall. "Then, as usual, you have no idea what the hell I'm doing, moron." Berkeley replied, his desire heightening when he gazed at those fierce green eyes, flushed cheeks and bruised lips. He could almost make out the defined muscles hiding under Dee's loosely buttoned shirt. That brick figure with all its dips and planes had come from years of combative training and hitting the gym and it made Berkeley quite hot under the collar.
"Prove it." Dee challenged, his grasp still tight on the blonde's shirt. He had to hold back a shout of surprise when a solid chest collided with his own and his legs were pulled from under him and firmly held to Berkeley's waist.
A fire seemed to light in the commissioner's eyes at the challenge and Dee mentally braced himself for whatever manhandling that was surely to come. When nothing happened, he dipped his head in curiosity, peering into those vast pools of blue bordered by slender framed glasses. He could almost hear the gears turning in Berkeley's head as he seemed to ignore Dee's probing gaze. He felt the hands securing his thighs tighten just the slightest as he stayed pressed to the wall by Berkeley's weight. It was strange. It had been strange from the moment it happened but he tried to ignore it. It had been strange to be the one being lifted and held in such a secure grip. When he was with Ryo, whenever they slept together, it was always himself who made the first move and every other move after that as a matter of fact now that he thought about it and it was always himself who did the lifting, jostling and supporting and tender touches. He was never put on the receiving end, ever. So being there with Berkeley in a small closet, feeling secure as Berkeley supported his weight was strange. It was also a bit annoying. Mostly, because he also had a fairly dominant personality that could unquestionably rival Berkeley's.
The seconds ticked by and the more time that passed, the more emotion he felt towards the bespeckled blonde. And suddenly he frowned. He silently prayed that this wasn't some fling. That Berkeley wasn't taking advantage of the fact that he was still a little broken up over Ryo -even though a year had passed- in order to get a few worthy fucks out of him. Last night, after their date, he brought Berkeley to his place – he was surprised that the pristine looking man even agreed to step foot in a place as tiny and unorganized as his – and as he expected the sex they had was rough and messy, there wasn't anything too emotional about it as Berkeley didn't seem to care about the intimate aspect. He could recall waking up in the middle of the night and Berkeley being long gone without leaving so much as a fucking sticky note. That was why he was worried that the date, and the many times Berkeley mentioned his interest in him over the year had all just been some ploy that he had stupidly fallen for. So when he came in for work that morning he was practically seething, being mad at both Berkeley and himself. And he did everything possible to avoid him. Actually, a part of him was still worried even right now. But still … Dee let out a sigh and allowed himself to run his fingers through Berkeley's surprisingly soft locks of hair and tapped the other on the cheek.
"Ryo's gonna come looking for me soon." Dee mentioned and that seemed to draw Berkeley out of his thought process as he brought his gaze up to meet Dee's.
"I know." Berkeley said and this time his voice wasn't nearly as pompous as it usually was. It was almost … nervous maybe as Berkeley brought their mouths together and licked at Dee's full and bruised lips, delving his tongue into the warm cavern, taking his time in tasting every inch of him that he could as Dee opened his mouth. Dee didn't have a sweet or even delicious taste. Instead he tasted like a mixture of cigarettes, wintermint and breakfast blend coffee and together it left him to experience an odd flavor that was so strangely addicting just for the simple fact that it belonged to male pinned to the wall before him. Berkeley was beginning to pant now, deepening the kiss, his chest expanding as he felt a pair of warm hands come into contact with the fabric just below his chest and hastily unfasten the buttons on his vest.
Dee huffed in frustration, his normally proficient hands fumbling over and between the buttons of Berkeley's once carefully ironed shirt, now starting to wrinkle under the almost desperate bunching and pulling as Dee grabbed a fist full of material and roughly yanked at the buttons, causing a few to pop off in his haste and really, Berkeley could have been mad about it but he was too caught up in the heating moment, just like Dee, to be displeased.
"Get rid of those." Dee said and took off Berkeley's eyeglasses before tucking them into the blonde's back pocket.
Berkeley's hand trembled as he brought it up to clamp the back of Dee's neck, his other hand inching up the detective's thigh and grasping firmly as he rolled his hips forward, enjoying the way Dee's legs shuddered and tightened around his waist as his head dropped back against the wall exposing his long, flawless neck and adams apple. Berkeley breathed out a gentle sigh as he kneaded the inside of a toned thigh and brought his hand in-between them, lightly tracing small circles just above the waistband of Dee's pants. He rolled them again this time in a single good measured, tormenting grind, panting at the pleasure it brought to his own member as Dee's mouth fell open and he gripped Berkeley's pale shoulders. The muscles in Berkeley's arms seemed to ripple and coil like tight springs under his skin as he continued to support the raven and began a steady rhythm, his arousal rubbing against Dee's own tented member. Dee tightened his legs around Berkeley's slim waist, bucking his hips forward and clasped the other male's shoulders.
"Oh, shit …" Dee moaned, and arched his back, digging his fingers into Berkeley's shoulders. It had been so long since he'd felt quite like this and if he were to be honest, it turned him on. Greatly. He couldn't keep a hiss escaping his parted lips as Berkeley shifted, warm breath tickling his ear while pressing their chests together and squeezing the back of his thighs.
"Hold on to me."
Berkeley's smooth, naturally authoritative voice combined with the stimulation his breath brought to his ears caused waves of anticipation to course through his veins and Dee quickly did as he was told, wrapping his arms around the older male's neck and locking his ankles together. He breathed deeply, taking in the other's unique but absolutely wonderful scent and sighing in pleasure when Berkeley's palms slid up above his hips and over his almost painful, throbbing erection. Dee swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry and his breathing became jagged as the blonde undid the lone button on his pants and yanked on the zipper, slipping fingers through two of Dee's belt loops and quickly working the material down.
Dee let his eyes travel over the smoothness of Berkeley's throat and suddenly he wanted to claim it, lay kisses, suck and bruise on all the areas he just knew would drive Berkeley insane. There was no doubting it that Berkeley had a sort of rougher beauty than Ryo, there was nothing gentle about the commissioner and the only thing soft about him was his unsurprisingly talented tongue and sun kissed blonde hair. Berkeley was all male, dominant, strong, cocky, addicting, and dare he say, fucking gorgeous. It was a sort of irritating thrill to be so evenly matched. Dee jumped, his eyes widening as he gasped when he felt something brush over his entrance.
Berkeley eyed the raven, a self-satisfied grin slowly spreading over his features as Dee bucked and groaned under his touch, green eyes boring into his own as he yet again just barely grazed the pink, puckered hole. His dick twitched when the muscle started to spasm against the pads of his fingertips and Dee suddenly gripped his hair and pulled him into a searing, teeth shattering kiss. Any games that were previously being played had reached a cessation as Dee's tongue forced its way into Berkeley's mouth, exploring the warm cavern and bringing his lips around that soft, wet and pink muscle, sucking roughly as his unoccupied hand flew down and quickly freed the male's erection. Berkeley groaned into the raven's mouth, a mixture of relief and pleasure washing over his face when a small bit of cool air glided over his member and shivers tumbled over his body, his breath coming out in huffs as Dee wrapped his hand around the base. Berkeley's mind was already growing foggy as his fingers dug into the other male's thighs and he broke the kiss, biting his lip when Dee's hand stroked him once, firmly and slowly. It was a pleasant torture but it was torture nonetheless as Dee kissed the corner off his mouth and Dee's hot palm continued with its slow strokes, squeezing just hard enough to elicit a string of small gasps and moans from Berkeley and honestly, it was music to Dee's ears.
Berkeley tensed, pushing his pelvis against the detective's hand in an attempt to fulfill his growing need. "Oh, god …" He breathed voice hoarse when those deft fingers ghosted along his shaft all the way to the tip, teasing and stimulating the sensitive head where Dee then rested his finger on the slit, alternating between rubbing and gently pinching the area between his fingers.
"How good are you today?" Dee asked, referring to yesterday and drew his hand away. "Hopefully better than that mediocre fuck you gave me last night." The sex was good but it was empty, nothing but carnal energy and also … he'd been dying to get back at Berkeley for that stupid comment earlier. He braced himself when Berkeley stared at him for a few moments, and although he looked amused, those icy blue eyes seemed to be silently dissecting him, practically boring holes into his own. Suddenly Berkeley thinned his lips, jaw twitching as he spit in his palm and slicked his member, letting a confident smirk grace his features. Butterflies began to form in Dee's stomach and he licked his lips, squeezing Berkeley's biceps as he felt the male swiftly penetrate him. It hurt but it was an erotic, bearable hurt and he wasn't surprised when Berkeley didn't wait for the go ahead but instead was already setting a pace. He actually found himself kind of liking the blonde's attitude.
Dee gasped, tightening his thighs, gaze never leaving Berkeley's when the pain slowly started being replaced by light bursts of pleasure. Dee's eyes fluttered, his heart filling with an emotion he wasn't familiar with as Berkeley continued to thrust into him and weightless kisses fluttered along his jaw and trailed down his neck, gently nipping and sucking in a way that would undoubtedly leave bruises he'd have to explain to his partner later. Dee groaned at the friction caused by Berkeley's abdomen pressing up and moving against his rock hard member as he rolled his hips.
Berkeley's arms were visibly trembling with exhaustion and he was already starting to sweat as he continued to support the younger male's dense weight. Doing this position with Dee, another man, was definitely a lot more taxing than when he had tried it with Diana some years back but he ignored the invisible flames surging throughout his muscles and picked up the pace, adjusting his angle as he drilled in and he knew he had hit the spot he had been searching for when Dee cried out and shivered. Berkeley groaned as the tight heat surrounding his erection constricted and relaxed, ass clenching around him as Dee used the strength in his legs to meet Berkeley's thrusts. They knew that they didn't have much time, maybe ten extra minutes or so before Ryo would appear or an officer came downstairs for an evidence box or something but at the moment neither of them cared. Neither of them cared about how scandalous it would be to get caught as detective and superior, male rubbing against male, crudely fucking in a file closet or the amount of damage it could do to their careers if the wrong person happened to spot them. For now the only thing that mattered was each other and the blinding pleasure steadily building in both of them as Berkeley's self-control began to slowly fall away and Dee's frenzied, frantic whispers of 'yes, god yes, yes' built up in his ear as he abused the sensitive bundle of nerves again and again.
It like a coil stood tightening in his groin, tauter until it was sending ripples of ecstasy back to his prostate causing Dee to pant and gasp, chest heaving against Berkeley's at the unrelenting speed. It was the same yet so entirely different from last time as Berkeley reclaimed his lips with a flushed face and ran his tongue along Dee's lips before dipping inside. Dee whimpered, crying out in the blonde's mouth as he dug his nails into Berkeley's arms. He had to force himself to not look toward the ceiling, mouth falling open in breathy screams as he neared his own release while Berkeley began to unravel before him, those brilliant blue eyes narrowing as his jaw clenched and strands of blonde hair fell out of place and stuck to his forehead with sweat. It was absolutely delicious and watching Berkeley brought him even closer.
"Berkeley…" Dee gasped out through punishing thrusts and he couldn't stop the small sob that left his mouth when Berkeley took ahold of his weeping member and began to pump it in his hand.
Berkeley huffed and set his lips against Dee's ear, running his tongue along the shell and nibbling on the lobe. "I know … I know." Berkeley said, his voice strained as he felt the beginnings of an orgasm growing in his sex, making his dick twitch and harden in Dee's amazing heat. "Come on, Dee." He coaxed as he thumbed the head of Dee's member. "Come on." His thrusts became short and sporadic, wild as he was overwhelmed with the familiar need to reach his release and he knew he wouldn't last too much longer.
Just then, Dee's breath hitched, Berkeley's words finally driving over and he shouted, eyes rolling back as he arched against the blonde and thighs trembled, pelvis jerking as spasms raked along his muscles and his seed shot out between them, coating his and Berkeley's abdomens. He clenched down on Berkeley's member, and ran his fingers through blonde locks, silently enticing until Berkeley gave one last thrust, suddenly stiffening as he wrenched his eyes shut and spilled out into Dee's tight cavity with soft cry. Berkeley rode out his orgasm, catching his breath before exhaling and pulling out and he was silently very grateful when Dee dropped his legs and stood up on his own. His arms were absolutely on fire and it really felt like they had reached muscle failure a long time ago. But still, he couldn't complain. Not after that.
Berkeley sighed as he glanced over at Dee who was hurriedly fixing his garments back into place while Berkeley fastened up his own pants, closed his ruined button up and smoothed out his vest as best he could. Had they not been under the risk of been caught and not currently at work, they probably would have spent some time just appreciating each other's messy states and relaxing in the 'after bliss' together but unfortunately that wasn't the case and Berkeley was a bit worried that the rushed, sloppiness of things would cause Dee to continue to think that he was just playing him. Berkeley, now confident that his appearance was as good as it was going to get, returned his gaze to Dee, watching as the pink flush in Dee's cheeks began to cool. It was weird, they had only been on one date and they had already had sex twice in two days Berkeley thought as Dee shook his head and wrapped his arms around his neck. Berkeley blinked in surprise but let himself be pulled into the embrace. For a moment, he kept his hands at his sides, still a bit taken aback by this uncharacteristic display of tenderness never given to anybody but Ryo. But as Dee buried his nose in the crook of his neck and closed the small space between them even more so, Berkeley raised his arms, securing them around the younger male's waistline. Then again, they had already known each other for years.
"I'm not throwing you away."
The statement left the commissioner's mouth seemingly out of nowhere but he made no attempt to retract his sentence because actually, he meant every word of it.
"I promise."
END
A/N: Holy hell. That was possibly the most challenging, brain busting thing I've ever had to write. It took me forever because I've never written a FAKE lemon, I kept hitting writer's blocks and I'm also pretty amateur with lemons. I had no idea what I was doing. I'm glad it's over but this is probably my favorite oneshot because I feel like all of my blood, sweat, and tears finally paid off. I hope you guys enjoyed it.