Harry's P.O.V.

Being the lead detective to a high profile mob boss that absolutely no one could ever find anything to pin on him was extremely hard. It's even harder when the identity of the mob boss was unknown and people only knew his underworld name which everyone feared. No leads and no true name made his job very hard. Harry knew that no matter how hard his team looked for even the smallest evidence they'd never find anything. Not only because there was none.

It's mostly because said mob boss was his husband of three years.

Unfortunately, Harry couldn't ignore the last intel that his partner dug up about a secret deal that was going on in an abandoned warehouse at 11 pm tonight. He could barely send a warning text to his husband when suddenly his phone died. He couldn't charge it in time before he was called out to lead the bust. He just hoped that if he stalled long enough at least his husband could slip away.

"Detective Potter," the SO19 team leader acknowledged him when he walked closer. "Heat signature shows that there's at least four people inside and according to the information that detective Weasley brought, more are coming."

"We'll wait and see how many people show up. Do we know what kind of deal is going down?" He asked, hiding the fact that he knew exactly what was going on and who was there.

"The only lead we have is an unregistered container ship that has been sitting unoccupied on the dock since it arrived at three am."

"I guess we'll soon find out." Harry pointed to the screen where three more heat signatures walked into the warehouse. "Let's spread out."

They moved into position around the warehouse, covering all exits to the occupied building. He signaled for his men to silently walk in. They maneuvered easily into the building trying to get a glimpse of the deal going down. Four men were standing by wooden crates opening them while three other men were standing on the other side, two slightly behind the man in the middle who was wearing all black, along with a mask that showed nothing to give a single clue as to who the mask was hiding. While the men behind him wore grey suits with similar white masks.

Harry moved into a position where he knew that the man in all black would undoubtedly notice him. A few seconds later the man turned towards his men and whispered to them, clearly having seen Harry. He turned around when he felt his partner tap his shoulder, the other detective giving him a signal to move forward with the operation. He signaled back for them to wait a minute, hoping to give the three masked men a chance to deliberate. After a minute, when the black masked man moved a step back to stand side by side with the other masked men, Harry gave the signal to move forward.

"This is the police, hands up!" Harry yelled as everyone moved forward. In the moment that it took for his squad to move forward the three masked men had bolted from a side door.

"Harry! They're getting away!" Ron called before running after the men that bolted, ignoring the four men that quickly surrendered when they were surrounded.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed his partner before he followed after him, signaling for the rest to stand down. "Ron! Stop! Wait!"

He ran out towards the gunfire he could hear close by and stumbled on his partner taking cover behind a shipping container and exchanging fire with the three masked men who were trying to reach their getaway car.

"Harry, cover me!" Ron called out when he noticed him coming around. Harry stood guard while Ron ran towards a closer container.

Harry mentally groaned as he aimed close but away from the masked men, taking care that he didn't hit any of them nor gain the attention of his partner. Who might tell that he was purposefully missing. One of the grey suited men was able to reach the driver's seat of the parked car while the other two covered him and he started it. Harry waited for his chance before looking up, immediately regretting it seeing the man in all black randomly shooting in their direction.

"How many bullets do you have left?" He asked the redhead who grunted as he ejected his magazine.

"None."

"Then stay down while I try to get at least one of them." He ordered, getting an affirming nod back.

Harry took a deep breath before peaking out and shooting.

"Fuck!" He cursed and got down again.

"What? You ran out of bullets?"

"No," Harry groaned. "I got hit."

"Oh dear!" Ron exclaimed, peaking out. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Harry grunted before standing up after he heard the tires of the masked men's car peeling out. "I got hit by their leader."

'Oh, he's never going to hear the end of this,' Harry thought as he walked back with his partner.

Tom's P.O.V.

Tom made his way slowly towards the townhouse he shared with his husband. Trepidation rose with each step he took forward. He took out his keys and quietly unlocked the door, opening it as slowly as he could so as not to bring any attention to himself walking in. He hung his coat on the hook and replaced his work boots for his house slippers before he placed his keys on the table by the door. He silently moved out of the entrance hall and towards the living room finding it empty. He sighed in relief and moved more comfortably towards the coach but he was abruptly stopped by two strong arms wrapping around his waist.

"Hello, love." Tom greeted nervously, a giggle bursting out when soft lips brushed against his neck. "How's your day at work?"

The lips froze and then suddenly they were replaced by teeth that bit down harshly.

"OW!" Tom yelled, turning around to glare at the other man. Not even considering escaping the iron hold the arms had him in.

"You fucking shot me." His husband hissed, emerald eyes clouded in a mixture of rage and lust.

"It was an accident!" Tom shouted before lowering his voice suddenly. "I swear, Harry." His blue eyes pleading for the other man to believe him.

"I know, darling." He hushed, moving one hand from the small waist to caress his older husbands' face. "But you know I'll still have to punish you."

Tom gulped, trying to back away but the arms wrapped around him wouldn't let him.

"Now, now, darling." Harry smirked, easily and suddenly throwing the other man over his shoulder. "You know better than that."

As soon as they'd entered their room Tom had been stripped and pushed towards the bed with the order to lay down and not move. Which he followed diligently, knowing by now that arguing a punishment only made it worse. Harry came back with leather cuffs and tied his hands to the headboard. A spreader bar with similar cuffs on each end was wrapped around each ankle, making his legs spread a little bit as it was laid on the bed. The next object made Tom whimper as he caught sight of it before silk wrapped around his eyes. There was absolute quiet after he was blind folded, then suddenly, Harry took hold of the spreader bar and spread it to the max before he tied it to a usually hidden chain from the ceiling of their four poster bed.

"Harry," Tom gasped, hands pulling on the leather cuffs tying him to the headboard. "Please."

"Hush now darling." a whisper came from his right making his whimper as it was accompanied by the restricting ring sliding down his hard member. "That's it, be a good boy for me."

"Yes, sir." Tom bit his lip, not knowing what to expect next and that was probably what excited him the most.

"Now, darling," Harry's voice moved away from him and towards the right side of the room where Tom knew their toys were stored. "Tell me why you are being punished."

"For," Tom gulped, feeling the guilt of hurting his husband. "For shooting you."

"I'm afraid that is not the correct answer, pet." Harry tutted, his voice moving closer as he made his way back towards the bed. Toms' ear twitched as they caught the sound of several objects being placed on the bedside table. "You're being punished for not being careful."

"But I was!" Tom exclaimed before whimpering when suddenly a cold metal nipple clamp was placed around his right nipple. "I'm sorry, sir."

"No, Tom," Harry said, voice reprimanding Tom's outburst, placing the second clamp around Tom's left nipple. Enjoying the way they quickly became darker and the way his lover squirmed at the pleasurable pain. "You were not being careful, because if you were being careful you wouldn't have shot me."

Tom whimpered, knowing the truth of his husband's words. He'd been so worried about getting away that he hadn't noticed when Harry jumped out of his hiding place, continuing the hail of bullets that were going his way and he just shot him.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered, anticipation electrifying his nerves as Harry moved away from the bed and he couldn't hear what was going on.

"I know you are, pet." Harry softly kissed his lips, pulling away tortuously slowly enjoying how his little lover strained to follow his retreating lips. "But you are still going to get punished." He chuckled softly enjoying the shiver that wracked over Tom's body.

Harry expertly got on the bed with his handful and kneeled between his husband's forcibly spread legs. He placed his items within reach before he turned to enjoy the view of his beautifully restrained lover. He raised his hands and gently ran the pads of his fingers from Tom's ankles till they reached his smooth inner thighs, repeating the action twice before he switched his fingers with his lips. Placing barely there kisses, enjoying the whimpers and the small shivers that his husband couldn't contain. He moved back from the delicious feast laid in front of him to the objects he brought with him, starting slow.

Tom on the other hand didn't know what's going to happen next but one thing was clear. His punishment envolved slow torture.

"Harry!" He gasped as a lubed finger caressed his arsehole. Not penetrating it yet, making Tom more frustrated by the minute. "Please!" He pleaded, moving his hips as much as he was able to try and get that teasing finger inside him.

"It wouldn't be a punishment if you got what you wanted immediately, would it, love?" Harry reprimanded, placing his free hand on Tom's stomach right above his straining cock. After a few minutes of him doing the same caressing motion against Tom's hole and driving him crazy, Harry suddenly pushed two fingers as deep as they would go inside making his lover convulse at the smooth action.

"It's ok, pet." Harry soothed Tom through it until his lover calmed down. "You are such a good boy for me."

Tom slowly relaxed, the whole ordeal leaving him panting on the bed.

"That's it." Harry praised and started to move his fingers softly, caressing Tom from the inside, making him lose his mind as the younger man kept purposely avoiding his prostate. "I'm going to take out my fingers now, ok, pet?"

Tom moaned, letting out soft denials as his husband ignored his pleas to do otherwise.

"Now, I want you to count for me, pet." He commanded as he moved back towards the object he'd placed previously beside him. "You know how to do that, right?" He taunted.

Tom didn't know what to count as he wasn't exactly in a good position for spanking. But as a smooth spherical object was placed against his hole and was pushed in, he knew exactly what was going to happen now.

"Oh, Fuck!" He exclaimed loudly and received a smack against his right inner thigh.

"I thought I told you to count." Harry commanded, not waiting for Tom to call out one when he pushed the next three centimeter wide bead inside his lover.

"T-two." Tom stuttered, his hole kept clenching around the two beads inside him.

"Good boy." Harry praised, pushing the next one smoothly inside. Smirking as Tom moaned out the new number. "The next one is going to be a tiny bit wider but I know you can take it."

He teased the four centimeter bead against Tom's pulsing entrance before finally succumbing to his lover's pleadings and pushing it in.

"Four." Tom gasped, not even able to do anything but clench his anal muscles around the beads as Harry still had his hand over his lower stomach, making him unable to move his lower body.

The next two of the same size went in smoothly and Tom counted them as they went in but he was starting to feel the fullness of having six beads inside him.

"You know what's coming next." Harry breathed out, affected by the sight of his husband taking his punishment so well as he called out the new number with a gasp as the change in size was more pronounceable.

"Se-seven *gasp* Ha-Harry," Tom stuttered, feeling the larger bead more as it stretched his hole more as it was pushed in. "Please!"

"Only two more left, pet." Harry breathed out, moving the hand that was restraining Tom to caress his heaving chest, flicking each nipple clamp in turn making his lover throw his head back and shout at the stimulation. Harry eased the next one in, having to use a bit more force to get it fully in.

"Eight!" Tom sobbed, not knowing how he's going to handle another bead in as he felt so full.

"This is the last one, take it in and I will take off the cock ring." Harry promised, but being himself he pushed the bead in until Tom's hole was stretched tightly around its widest part and stopped applying pressure. Running one finger around the stretched rim teasingly.

"Harry!" Tom sobbed, legs twitching as they hung beside Harry.

"Yes, pet?" Harry hummed, eyes glued on the rim as it stretched beautifully around the bead.

"Please!"

"Please, what?"

"Let me cum!"

Harry by this point was too impatient to keep torturing his lover. So he roughly pushed the rest of the bead in and as Tom was yelling out the new number he removed the cock ring and his lover went absolutely wild as he violently came, white cum shooting out of his cock as he convulsed at the strength of his orgasm. He completely blacked out, coming back to consciousness after a while to find all the restraint and the blindfold off,his hole empty of the string of beads that were inside making him long for their fullness. He turned to the side and saw that Harry was coming out of the bathroom with a wet cloth in hand and gently wiped off the cum covering his exposed body, placing the soiled cloth on the bedside table.

"Here you go, darling." Harry helped him sit up and drink some cool water which he did gladly. "How are you feeling?" Tom mumbled something and Harry hugged him close to hear him better. "What did you say, pet?"

"Were you hurt badly?" Tom whispered, voice still hoarse from all the screaming earlier.

"I'm perfectly fine, pet." Harry smiled softly, caressing Tom's face gently before he stood up and removed his button down then peeled the bandage that was covering his left bicep. "Merely a scratch as you can see." He showed the stitched line running along the outer side of his bicep.

"I'm sorry." Tom whispered, leaning forward to lay soft kisses beside the wound.

"It's ok, pet." Harry soothed, voice a little strained from the barely there kisses that reminded him that he was still a bit high strung. "My detectives suit jacket and button down have it worse."

Tom looked up through his lashes to see how his husband was holding himself back. Jaw clenched and hands fisted against his thighs.

"I'm glad that nothing too bad happened." Tom breathed out against the bare skin of Harry's neck. Placing soft kisses as he went up and reached his lips, putting more pressure as their lips connected.

It seems like this is all Harry needed before he lunged and pressed Tom into the mattress and lay on top of him. Both their hands frantically trying to unbuckle Harry's belt and unzip his trousers, lowering them down along with his pants so that his hard cock was freed from its confinement. Harry reached to the side where he placed the lubricant earlier and coated his cock in it. Groaning when he finally breached the tight heat of his husband's entrance.

"It's not the time to be slow and gentle." Tom reached up and pulled Harry's head down. "Fuck me." He breathed against his lips and Harry happily obliged. Crushing their lips together as he increased his pace, fucking into his lover fast and hard.

"Oh, Fuck!" Tom moaned loudly, feeling his orgasm approaching as Harry's cockhead kept punching his prostate.

"Cum for me, pet." Harry panted, the pain from his bicep and from Tom digging his nails into his back only fueled him on. Tom clenched his legs around Harry's waist and threw his head back as he came between their bodies. The spasming around Harry's cock was too much for the other man to continue. He thrust a few more times before he followed his lover and came inside the clenching hole. His hips grinding against Tom's arse as he worked through his orgasm, making the older man moan. The overstimulation gave him more pleasurable pain.

They shared a final kiss filled with panting breaths and gentle moans before they separated. Harry moved back carefully before he dropped down beside his lover and reached over towards the bedside table to take hold of the wet cloth from earlier and clean them up. When he was down he threw it towards the open bathroom door and pulled his lover closer. They cuddled for a while and Tom could feel himself drifting off to sleep when his husband who he thought went to sleep spoke up.

"I can't believe you shot me."

Tom groaned and turned away from the other man.

"How could you shoot your loving husband?" Harry wasted no time as he followed Tom and hugged him from behind. "You have to make it up to me somehow." The man mumbled against his exasperated husband's neck making him turn his face and look at him incredulously.

"What had we just done then?!"

"Oh, that hasn't even scratched the surface." Harry smirked, enjoying the way that blue eyes widened when he bumped his hips forwards against Tom's arse.

"Oh, fuck." Tom moaned as the grinding escalated when Harry's newly erect cock slipped between his cheeks.

Oh, fuck, indeed.