I don't own Harry Potter or Lethal Weapon.
Pairing: Harry/ Martin Riggs.
Warnings: Smut, sex toy, praise kink.
Word count: 3,523.
It was at that moment, with a gun pointed to his face, seconds away before they pulled the trigger that Harry realised that everything that had been leading to this moment ... really sucked.
He really hasn't been planning on taking a case today, just doing some boring paperwork after his last case, but no, when has life been easy or fair to one Harry Potter, Boy Wonder Extraordinaire, no he had to take the earliest portkey to the freaking United States of bloody America! As soon as he walked in to work at eight thirty in the morning as usual, happily drinking from the cup of coffee he bought from the new place next to their offices, he sighed after taking a sip from the heavenly liquid, making his way to his office. He moved passed his personal assistant, ignoring her as she moved quickly from behind her desk as she tried calling for him and he entered his office only to stop suddenly at the doorway as he saw who was sitting behind his desk and making his assistant crash against his back which lead to him spilling his coffee all over his robes.
"I am so sorry," She gasped, stuttering apologies until Harry silenced her and sent her to her desk with a nudge.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, Minister?" He greeted as he walked in and closed the door behind him, taking out his wand to vanish the empty cup and clean his robes with a simple charm and wave.
"Now, now, Harry," The black man smirked as he stood and moved around the desk. "We don't have to be so formal so early in the morning."
"What do you want, Kingsley?" Harry raised an eyebrow as the other man continued to smirk as he shook his hand, before he moved away from the taller man and went to sit behind his desk.
"I have a case for you." He took a file from his robes and put it on the desk in front of Harry. "An easy one, I promise." He added when Harry didn't even look at the file and just stared at the Minister.
"Right," He drawled, finally breaking their stare down with a sigh and looking down at the file, he opened it and read for a few moments before closing it with a groan and pushing it closer to the other man. "I don't want it."
"I'm not exactly asking," Kingsley raised an eyebrow as he slid the file towards Harry. "Your portkey leaves at ten thirty am and you'll arrive at two thirty am in Los Angeles you can pick your team and you'll meet Captain Brooks Avery at the Police Department of Los Angeles, you will be needing your gun, your assistant has all the details." He turned around and left the office with a wave and a shouted 'good luck', making Harry groan and smack his head against his desk.
"Mrs. Roberts!" He shouted, his head still pressed against the desk.
"Yes, Head Auror Potter?" She peeked he head in and raised an eyebrow when she saw his state.
"What's the intel?"
"Well," she walked into the office with a small box in her hands that she enlarges as she places it on the desk beside Harry's head. "There's been a couple of murders recently in London involving muggles,"
"And what does that have to do with us?" Harry raised his head and huffed at the files she'd pulled out.
"If you'd let me finish," She raised an eyebrow and gave him an unimpressed look, with her hair in a tight bun and her glasses low on her nose, she reminded Harry of a younger Mcgonagall and he shuddered. "The four victims were all suspected as being muggles at first glance, but it had been brought to the ministry's attention that the link to all the victims have been their connection to the wizarding world, all the victim are ex-wizards and witches."
"You mean..." Harry looked up from inspecting his gun to look incredulously at the slightly older woman.
"Yes, all the victims are dark sympathisers from the old war that were sentenced with blocking their magic and their banishment from the wizarding world." She opened all the files to the pictures of the victims and Harry started recognising a few of them and started to read more thoroughly.
"And the connection to America?" He glanced up from the brutal crime scene photos of the victims.
"Some of the banished have moved to America, as it were, and the killer followed them there and he's already killed one of them, in the files you have a list of all the other banished names."
Harry hummed as his assistant continued to tell him details of the case and about his living arrangements for the forceable future.
As usual for one Detective Roger Murtaugh, he arrived at work early and refreshed, smiling and greeting his fellow detectives with a cup of coffee in his hand, that is, until Captain Avery called him to his office before he even reached his desk.
"You called, Captain?" He popped his head into the Captain's office, the man waved him in as he continued his conversation on the phone, Roger entered, closing the door behind him before taking a seat on one of the chairs in front of the Captain's desk.
"I assure you, Chief Inspector, you have our full assistance and cooperation." Roger raised an eyebrow, wondering who was so important as to coax that sort of total respect from the Captain. "I'll send my lead detectives to your hotel and they'll bring you and your associates to the department and they'll give you their full support." The Captain said some more words before hanging up and facing Murtaugh.
"I know why you called me," Roger grinned, adjusting his tie, he'd heard the rumours and if the conversation he'd just heard hinted at anything, it would be a high profile case. "You want us to take the case with the famous Chief Inspector Potter, right?"
"You're not even close," The Captain deadpanned. "I want you and your partner, who I haven't seen yet and I don't know when he'll show up, but I want both of you as far away from Chief Inspector Potter and his associates as possible."
"Why?" Roger would deny whining, he was kinda a fan of the CI. "I'm the best you got!"
"CI Potter doesn't need a fangirl and a kamikaze as his guides in Los Angeles." The Captain frowned as Martin Riggs walked in wearing shorts and sunglasses. "I want both of you to monitor the house of one Emilia Knott," He threw the file in front of them. "she has reported a break in in her house two days ago and reported about a strange man lurking around her work place."
"Does this have anything to do with CI Potter's case?" Roger asked hopefully.
"As far as we can tell," The Captain raised an eyebrow at the dark man's eagerness. "it's as far from that case as could be."
"Oh," Roger deflated."and who'll be taking over the case with CI Potter?"
"I'm assigning both Detectives Bailey and Cruz."
"I have more experience than those two put together!" Roger exclaimed standing up and pacing across the room while Riggs was looking over the file of Mrs. Knott.
"Roger," Avery sighed. "I know CI Potter and I also know for a fact that he hates 'fans' and you will be too enamoured by the man to properly think about the case, and the media is all over it as the killer had transitioned from London to here."
"Who is this CI Potter, anyways?" Riggs asks not looking up and missing the two incredulous looks the two other men sent him.
"Didn't you hear about the terrorist attacks 20 years ago?" Roger asked, eyes wide. "He singlehandedly took down the leader of the organisation and hunted every single man and woman that ever followed the man, also, he's the youngest man that ever became Chief Inspector in the Interpol, ever. Not to mention that he was 17 at the time."
"Wow," Riggs gaped. "I wouldn't mind meeting that man." He said consideringly.
"No," The Captain stood, shaking his head vehemently. "You'll never meet this man if I have anything to say about it!" He swore before throwing them out of his office.
"This is bullshit." Roger hissed, crumbling the cup in his hand and throwing it in the trash furiously.
"It is quite unfortunate." Martin commented, waving a piece of paper as if to fan himself.
"Is that what I think it is?" He asked eagerly.
"Well, I don't know," Martin smirked. "If you mean is it the hotel name and room number of one CI Potter, then you are correct in your assumption."
"Yes," Riggs silently cheered before frowning. "But we probably shouldn't, after all the Captain was adamant."
"Ok." The blonde man shrugged before starting to rip the post it note but was stopped by the other man.
"I guess it can't hurt to just meet the man." Roger shrugged.
"I guess not." Riggs wiggled his eyebrows.
"Ok, this is it." Roger called out to his partner as he stopped his perusal of the rooms and stood before the right door.
"Well, go on." Riggs urged when Roger hesitated.
"What if Bailey and Cruz are already there," He asked nervously. "We'll get into trouble with the Captain and might even get suspended, I can't afford that right now, Riggs." He started to ramble making the other man roll his eyes.
"Oh, for God's sake." He said exasperated, before knocking on the door himself before Roger convinced them to go back to the office.
"Why did you do that?" He hissed and before they could run away the door opened.
"Can I help you?" An accented voice made them turn towards the door to find a tall man with white blonde hair and silver eyes, looking at them with a raised brow, one hand down and the other behind his back, undoubtedly holding a gun.
"You must be CI Potter?" Riggs greeted holding a hand out. "We're detectives Riggs and Murtaugh, we were sent by Captain Avery."
"Identifications?" The man asked, ignoring Riggs's cheerful attitude and extended hand.
They quickly flashed their badges and received a nod after the man checked their IDs and clearly holstered his gun before ushering them in.
"And to answer your question, no," He looked back at them as they reached a table where files and evidence bags lay. "I'm not Potter, he's out at the moment, I'm Senior Superintendent Draco Malfoy, and this is," He pointed to a woman that walked in from an adjourned room with her head in a laptop. "Forensic scientist Hermione Granger-Weasley. Granger, meet the people from LAPD, Detectives Riggs and Murtaugh."
"Pleasure." She placed the laptop down and gave them a smile while shaking their hands. "Didn't Harry say that the detectives name's were Bailey and Cruz?" She looked consideringly between them before looking back at her blonde partner.
"Well, I have to make a call, please excuse me." Riggs exclaimed and hurried towards the door, ignoring his partner's protests.
He walked out the door and made his way to the lobby, stopping when he noticed someone standing to the side, he was probably 5'5" with wild black hair and pale skin but what drew Martin in like a moth to the flames was the flash of intense green eyes when he walked passed the man, the man was wearing jeans and a black regular t-shirt and a leather jacket held in one arm. Martin decided that since Roger was busy, he wouldn't mind if he just had a conversation with this man, right?
"Hello there," Martin greeted, sidling up to the other man who raised his head for a minute and the taller man caught sight of those mesmerising green eyes up close. "so green." He breathed out not realising he said that out loud.
"Thank you," The man answered with a tilt of his lips and a deliciously accented voice. "You're not so bad either." He teased when he noticed the other man fluster for a second before pulling himself together and giving the shorter man his patented smirk.
"Martin Riggs." He offered his hand.
"A pleasure," He purred, making Riggs focus on those pink full lips as a tongue darted to wet them. "Harry Potter."
"Ah," Riggs drawled, looking the other man up and down again and liking what he saw. "You don't look like you're thirty five."
"Do I know you?" Riggs cursed himself as he noticed Harry withdrawing back and the flirty and teasing demeanour was replaced with a neutral look with his arms crossed against his chest and body tensed for a fight.
"Detective Martin Riggs of the Los Angeles police department." He introduced again.
"Uh huh," Harry intoned. "How unfortunate."
"Why do you say that?" Riggs mimicked the other man's pose and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't do cops."
"How unfortunate indeed." He drawled, eyes roaming along the other man's body. "I hope I can change that."
"They all do." Harry snorted before walking towards the room Riggs just walked out of.
"But I'll be the exception." Riggs promised, his eyes glued to the other man's behind as he walked away.
They quickly established their partnership and the Captain pulled back Bailey and Cruz so that the British team wouldn't find the two older men's barging in on their case inappropriate and find offence in their work ethics, but the Captain warned the two detectives that should anything happen that shouldn't, he'll pull their badges.
"So, this is the list of the potential victims?" Riggs asked as he looked through the short list of names and frowned when one of the names felt familiar. "Hey Rodge, look at this list."
"What is it?" Roger looks through the list before freezing when he reached the name. "Emilia Knott? We have to go."
"Are you going to share with the class?" Draco drawled as he picked up his jacket, following after the two men.
"We'll share on the way."
When they reached the house they found all the lights were out and the curtains closed, Riggs knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Knott, it's the police."
Before he could knock again they heard a crash from inside and barged in to find Mrs. Knott lying on the floor wounded and a man wearing all black running away.
"Draco and Hermione take care of Mrs. Knott," Harry ordered before running after the man along with the two detectives.
By the time Harry reached the two cops the criminal was nowhere to be seen, Harry suspected he'd disapperated which he told his two friends when he got back to them, they reported it in and thankfully by leaving both Draco and Hermione behind saved Mrs Knott's life as they used magic and potions to bring her back from the edge of death and to the point where she'll survive with a bit of attention from normal regular doctors. When the trio parted from the two detectives to their hotel they started to plan how to catch their guy without raising too much suspicion from the muggles, they decided that Harry would stay with Mrs. Knott in her hospital room under his invisibility cloak.
Just like they predicted the killer showed up to finish his work and Harry was there to arrest him and just as Harry was putting one of the magic restraining cuffs on the masked man, detective Riggs kicked open the door with his gun out, surprising Harry for a moment which was all it took for the killer to kick his legs and push Harry away making him twist his arm in the fall before he rammed into Riggs making him unbalance and lose his gun, the masked man picked up the gun and pointed it towards Harry, it was at that moment, with a gun pointed to his face, seconds away before they pulled the trigger that Harry realised that everything that had been leading to this moment ... really sucked.
Harry was about to say fuck it and use magic when detective Roger came up slowly behind the criminal and hit him with the gun on the back of his head.
After securing the criminal and revealing him to be Dennis Creevey who was avenging the murder of his family on the families of convicted death eaters.
The next night, Martin found himself going to Harry's hotel room with a bottle of scotch, he knocked a few times before the door opened and Harry appeared slightly ruffled and panting.
"Did I come at a bad time?" Martin tried to look behind the other man but Harry was keeping close to the door and only his head out.
"A little bit." Harry breathed out, breath hitching every few seconds.
"I brought scotch," He shuffled awkwardly, he was grown up enough to know what the other man was up to and he couldn't say that he wasn't disappointed. "I thought we could celebrate a closed case but I can see now that you're busy." He turned around to leave when Harry called him back.
"Riggs!" Harry assessed the man for a few seconds, looking him up and down. "Do you perhaps, want to come in?"
"You don't have someone over?" Martin asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to keep the hopefulness out of his voice.
"It's just me." Harry confirmed, he disappeared for a second before the door opened fully and showed the green eyed man in a robe and Martin doubted that he had anything under that.
"I'd very much like to get in." He moved closer voice becoming lower as he felt the tension between them increasing, it didn't help that Harry was blushing.
He crowded against the shorter man, pushing him in the room, quickly disposing of the bottle in his hand on the nearest table before pushing Harry against the now closed door and kissing him passionately making the younger man moan and press his lithe body tightly against his, Martin groaned when Harry squirmed against his hardening cock, he easily undid the tie of the white robe and removing it before taking a hold of the younger man's waist and pulling him up making Harry automatically wrap his legs around the other man's waist.
"Well, well," The older man drawled as his seeking hand found what's between Harry's ass cheeks. "You've been keeping busy, haven't you sweetheart?" Harry moaned equally from the endearment and the hand that was playing with the plug inside him. "And I was wondering what had you so worked up, darlin'" This time Harry threw his head back and keened as the plug pressed firmly and continuously against his prostate. "Were you thinking of me sugar?" Harry nodded slightly so as to not dislodge the man from licking down his neck leaving marks between each sentence. "You like it when I call you pet names, don't you?" Another nod made Martin smirk. "Let's see if you'll be good for me." He wondered as he abandoned the door and moved towards the bed, slowly and gently laying the other man down then moving away.
"Open your legs." He ordered and was very happy about his control that made him not jump the other man and ravish him instantly. "Look at that lovely red hole wrapped around that plug." His eyes darkened as they saw how the slightly red and puffy rim was tightly wound around the green plug and how it twitched every time the green eyed man breathed or clenched his hole, he removed his clothes and quickly lay on the bed between the spread thighs, kissing and nibbling as he went up until he reached his destination and ran his tongue around the puffy rim and tried to push his tongue in around the plug and immensely enjoying the increasing volume of his lover's enjoyment. He moved his mouth away from the wet hole and licked his way up till he reached Harry's red and tortured lips, avoiding where Harry wanted him to touch and instead locking their lips together in a filthy kiss full of tongue and teeth as he slowly and torturously removed the plug and replacing it with his hard cock and pushing in just as slowly.
By that point Harry was completely delirious from pleasure and could barely utter coherent words just pleading for the man to move and Martin was happy to comply as his control broke and he took hold of the younger man's thighs and pressed them against his chest as he started to move earnestly and fucked him hard against the mattress, by the time they were done light was creeping through the window and Harry could bare keep his eyes open.
"What about your rule, darlin'?" Martin asked as he nuzzled against the sleepy man's neck as he hugged him from behind.
"Well," Harry muttered, barely audible. "I guess you're the exception."
So, sorry for the long wait, it couldn't be helped, I had absolutely nothing to write and I hope you like the chapter that I just finished as I'd been writing it for the past 5 hours not to mention editing it, but at least now that I have my laptop it's so much easier.
This is the longest chapter I've written so far on both Shuffle works, so read and comment and don't forget to check out the index as I've filled out all the remaining spots fro reader's choice with your suggestion.