Title: - The Way These Things Begin
Author: - Katt
Rating: - R
Pairing: - Vic/Dutch
Series: - Undertow – Part 1/?
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know
Archive: - Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive
Disclaimers: - I don't own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX. The song "Caramel" was written and performed by Suzanne Vega.
Author's Notes: - This is going to be a series of slash fic, which will all be song fic too. Each story will be grounded in an episode from the show, beginning with series 1 and moving on through each series. This series is a gift for Whipper. It's a multi-functional gift – a part-Christmas gift, a part-going away gift, but mostly it's a you're one of my dearest friends so I really don't need an excuse to give you a gift kinda gift – and I always think they're the best kind to give.
The Way These Things Begin – "Pilot"
"It won't do to dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon and long for you.
It won't do to stir a deep desire,
To fan a hidden fire that can never burn true."
Sweet, the rich taste of caramel with a swirl of cinnamon, and maybe a little bitter sting of coffee underneath. That's what Dutch would taste like Vic had decided. His mouth, his skin, that's what they'd taste like on Vic's tongue. Over the past four months Vic had found himself considering the question of what Detective Holland Wagenbach would taste like more and more. He'd thought about lots of combinations – chocolate and mint, apple and vanilla… But none of them had seemed quite right until he'd hit upon caramel and cinnamon. Now of course he was stuck with wanting to see if he was right.
Late at night, with Corrine snoring softly next to him in bed, he would lie awake staring up at the ceiling wondering what Dutch's skin would taste like under his tongue. He'd think about licking his way up Dutch's throat, nuzzling the skin under his ear. Licking and nibbling the soft skin of Dutch's inner thigh on up towards his balls. At about that point Vic would usually reach down under the covers and begin to stroke himself, lost in a fantasy that he knew could never become a reality. The hard, silky glide of his mouth on Dutch's erection. His thumb would spread his pre-cum down over his own length as he'd imagine lapping at the head of Dutch's cock, making his fantasy partner squirm, and moan, and call his name. Tasting caramel and cinnamon.
"I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way these things begin;
But I don't know how I'd live with myself,
What I'd forgive of myself if you don't go.
So goodbye,
Sweet appetite,
No single bite could satisfy…"
Vic frowned as he noticed Dutch making a beeline for the break room, a flare of jealousy coursing through him. For a second he thought it was jealousy cause Dutch was hitting on Danny, and she was his, but no, it was the thought of Dutch with somebody else, somebody who wasn't him, that was making Vic feel as if he had fire-ants crawling under his skin. Time to put a stop to Dutch's awkward chatting up technique. Knowing the perfect partner in crime Vic tapped Shane's shoulder, and knowing he'd follow wherever Vic led, Vic strolled into the break room.
It was too easy, with Dutch it was always too easy, the guy had "victim" printed across his forehead, God knows what his life must have been like at high-school. Everyone had heard about the grieving relative at Dutch and Wym's murder. Vic couldn't resist teasing him about the dead girl's sister blowing him at the crime scene. Dutch's faltering smile stabbed into Vic's heart, the growing panic Vic could see in his eyes confirming his theory that Dutch was accustomed to being bullied and teased. Dutch's discomfort grew, embarrassed in front of Danny. Vic knew he was being cruel, he could see that knowledge reflected on Danny's face. Still he didn't stop though. Part of him wanted to, but another part wanted to make sure there was a safe barrier between him and Dutch. Part of him wanted to reach out, to touch…to taste, but he was afraid that Dutch might be addictive.
Vic could hear his voice, hear the amused tone it held as he teased Dutch,
"…different signs of grief. Denial, anger, sucking you off."
Even as he said it Vic could taste caramel and cinnamon on his tongue.
"I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way these things begin;
But I don't know what I would give of myself,
How I would live with myself if you don't go.
It won't do to dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon and long for you."
