YOU WANT THIS
A/N 1 – Hello everyone!Yes, it is still me, but I've changed my penname. This year something wonderful happened in terms of self-improvement and I'm a new person, I feel different and I needed to make some changes. Don't worry thought, I still write the same twisted shit as always 😉 That being said, enjoy the new chap!
A/N 2 – See end of chap.
Warnings: you know what
Berwald could feel his own heart pounding madly in his chest as he was dragged across the room by his employer's small but firm hand and he was unable to resist, reduced to about zero personal willpower. As for saying something, anything, that was out of the question, his brain refused to generate any coherent argument and the (only) whiskey he'd had earlier had turned out to be too much in his state. The two of them walked into the poorly illuminated men's room (more like Tino violently barged in through the door) startling the only other person inside, some young fellow splashing water on his face in front of one of the broken sinks.
"Fuck off!" the Finn told him, not necessarily harshly but with enough determination to make the other flinch and get moving in the next second.
"Look, d-did I do s'mething wrong?" the detective asked as he was roughly pushed into one of the stalls and Tino kicked the door shut behind him. Good God, now he was stuttering! This was really bad, all it would take was a split second to betray himself, he needed to get his shit together and fast!
The smaller blond gave him a thoughtful glance, his earlier frenzy being momentarily put on hold. "Hmmm, something wrong? Like, from an ethical point of view, or-…?" he wondered. Obviously, Berwald's peculiar choice of words (if not entirely uninspired!) from that day had stuck with him, which probably wasn't a good thing.
"I mean-…" Berwald struggled with the phrasing, realized his cheeks were burning and overall decided that he really needed to slap himself. Hard. "H-How am I look'ng at you?"
"Like you want this." Tino raised an eyebrow, giving a lopsided smirk which didn't quite reach his eyes. "Like you want me," he clarified. "See, I can just feel these things, I've been to prison."
Oh, fuck! Now the Swede panicked. If something's happened to him in prison, now he's going to do me in if he thinks I want to abuse him too... Both that thought and other implications of what the other had said made him flinch and suddenly the reality of how painfully unprepared – at least mentally - he actually was for this mission overwhelmed Berwald. "Oh, fuck… I-I would nev'r-… I mean-"
But to his surprise, Tino only reached up and touched the side of his face, his palm and fingers gentle and cool against his heated skin. "Oh my God, I was joking," he murmured amused, stepping closer and his gaze softening. "I mean I did time like, back in history, but you rest assured - no one fucking dared to give me that look," he chuckled, lips nearly brushing his bodyguard's neck.
Then, in the next moment, his mouth was pressed lightly against Berwald's chin, then against his lips, ever-so-teasingly.
The Swede felt his heart dropping in his stomach as he craned his neck and finally kissed Tino, tentatively pecking his lips at first, then fully as the other allowed his tongue access into his mouth. The gun dealer had the strong and vaguely sweet taste of Vodka, which Berwald couldn't help thinking that it suited him surprisingly well, he was like a strong drink clouding the mind and effectively erasing all judgment.
His hands reached down around the smaller blond and gripped the back of his slender thighs, hauling him up and prompting him to wrap his legs around the detective's waist as the kiss deepened. Berwald nearly sighed in relief against the other's lips – this felt so right (even if it was anything but!), as if it was about damn time it finally happened, as if it had been waiting to happen ever since he'd laid eyes on the petite Finn that morning at the shooting range.
Before he knew it, Tino was back on his own feet, his back turned and palms pressed against the scribbled-on tiles, legs spread open and bottom rubbing against the detective's crotch. Berwald wrapped his arms around the smaller form and allowed his lips to wander onto the nape of the Finn's neck, fleetingly noting that this was turning into way more than a drunken quickie. His hands slipped down his boss's sides, tracing the delicate shape of his body all the way to his hips and eventually dipping under the waistband of the skinny jeans.
"Nghhh, what are you waiting for?!" Tino moaned, pressing back into his body and making his pants feel even tighter. Nervous fingers tugged at the Finn's zipper and eventually eased the jeans and boxers down past his hips.
Then Berwald glanced down between their bodies and something he'd completely forgotten about caught his attention – the tattoo adorning the smaller blond's lower back, all the way down to his tailbone – and he couldn't resist pulling Tino's shirt up a little to see it fully. It was black and white, the absent colors suggested by various shades of gray, and it represented a skeleton in a grotesque Santa outfit and heavy combat boots, one leg resting up on a pile of human bones. Just like Arthur had suggested, it was actually a Grim Reaper, only instead of the traditional scythe his bare bone fingers held an AKM and its torso was covered with bullet belts.
It was dreadful.
And fucking amazing.
And it turned him on tenfold, if that was even thinking, Berwald dropped to his knees and put his mouth on the drawing, making the Finn groan and arch backwards as his tongue darted out to swirl over the inked lines.
"W-What the hell are you doing?! Fuck, I'm sensitive there…"
Tino's skin was so soft and delicious to the touch, and the Swede couldn't help digging his fingers and short nails into the other's hips as he eventually clambered back up and pulled him closer. His movements grew clumsier with the ever escalating mixture of arousal and nervousness as he did his best to hurry up and not appear hesitant or worse, inexperienced. Still, he probably messed up, because finally being inside Tino was the most wonderful thing he'd felt in a long while.
The smaller blond was panting heavily at this point, throwing his head back against his bodyguard's shoulder as Berwald's thrusts became more and more erratic and rough, all control lost now. Still, he wasn't complaining, his shaft hot and hard in the Swede's hands and his hips snapping forward in the same rhythm.
"Wha-..Ffffff! What the f-fuck-…" the Finn groaned eventually, slumping forward in the aftermath of his climax, and Berwald realized with a pang of horror that he'd just said 'I love you' out loud.
From there everything went downhill on an absolutely epic scale, even if it hardly felt like it.
The scene from the club's bathroom subsequently repeated itself in various forms in the Finn's bedroom, his kitchen table, against a crumbling brick wall in a back alley. Berwald started drinking Vodka and walking Hanatamago every morning. He also basically moved out of his own apartment and into his boss's, a thing which required some creative explaining to both Kohler and Chief Inspector Adnan. That and why Berwald was not making much progress with the case.
Still, the worst thing by far was his relationship with Tino, which was amazingly good in fact. It was also a lie and yet not a lie. A lie because he had an ulterior motive and not so much a lie because he was falling in love with the Finn. Even if Väinämöinen was a delinquent who had done time and who had openly threatened to kill him (and he had no doubt that the statement still stood, maybe all the more in the current circumstances!).
He didn't want this to end, in any way, he didn't want to part with the petite gun dealer. Still, his job needed to be done.
"So why are th' Italians buying so many guns?" the detective asked randomly one day, when he and Tino were stacking some ammo boxes into the back room.
"Who knows, who cares," Tino replied, pushing a box up the shelf. "I can only be happy that they're buying and paying."
Berwald took a deep breath, trying hard to seem casual about it. "But... how does this w'rk? I mean if you don't know wh't they're up to, you could end up also selling to their enemies 'nd then-..." He paused and swallowed involuntarily. "It could be ugly..."
The Finn turned and gave him a quizzical glance. "Berwald... okay, let me make some things clear: first and foremost I don't give a fuck about any of these people and I've never made a secret out of it. Second, I never signed an exclusivity clause with anyone because that's not how this business – or any fucking business – works. Third – they get to try the stuff before they buy so they know I'm not double-crossing them with funny shit. Fourth – it would be fucking impossible to keep up to date or try to predict the dynamics of organized crime, like who's gonna go after who's ass tomorrow morning."
Well, that made sense.
"Anyway, for now I guess they're just new to this city and need to 'consolidate' their position. So they're all about gathering men and gearing up, but the 'honeymoon' won't last too long. So our current increase in turnover is temporary," Tino added and sighed.
Berwald nodded slowly, signaling that his sudden curiosity had been satisfied. "But we're n't safe, are we?" Okay, that was a stupid question. There wouldn't have been a gun tucked into the back of his belt if they had been. Safe.
Still, a week later the opportunity finally arouse for the Swede to find out where the Vargas brothers had their headquarters, when Tino asked him to help with a transport to their warehouse. At that point, he still thought he was being careful about his work.
The Italians had their main set-up inside an abandoned chemical plant facility which, from the outside, barely looked like more than a couple of piles of scrap iron, loose pipes and brick ruins overgrown with weeds. Still, he spotted several surveillance cameras and even motion detectors, both along the path from the main gate and inside the area of the facility where the supplies were delivered. They weren't exactly understaffed either and aside from the men they'd recruited locally, Lovino Vargas had employed his own small private army of German and Swiss mercenaries, who – Tino estimated – probably cost a fortune but were worth every penny. Out of those, the Beilschmidt brothers the gun dealer was acquainted with – Ludwig and Gilbert – were the personal bodyguards of the Italian family.
But all this somehow didn't add up to what the police had previously gathered on the Vargases, which was next to nothing – because they were supposedly always on the move and always one step ahead. The warehouse seemed fairly large and a considerable investment they apparently used to store 'merchandise' and whatnot, so it was hardly believable that all that stuff could just be moved elsewhere in the blink of an eye, or that no one had been able to locate it until now.
A certain suspicion formed in Berwald's mind, but he momentarily chose to dismiss it, taken with the excitement of the discovery and in that moment he began to throw caution to the wind, without even realizing it. The place could be stormed by the police, with enough men and arsenal, the Swede pondered. Sure, it wasn't going to be easy, the men inside were going to put up one hell of a fight, but they couldn't resist forever. And even if the Italian brothers themselves were to escape the siege, assaulting their place and confiscating or destroying the thick of their property was going to be a massive blow to their business.
Having concluded that, the detective made up his mind: he had to go back alone later and scout the place for more precise information, so that what he eventually delivered to the Chief Inspector would bring about a significant progress with the case.
And that was the first bad decision he made.
To be continued
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A/N 2 – Okay, as much as I hate to do this here, I will address a message I've got on my previous Author note in one of my other fics:
From: Guest
:Just so you know, non story chapters are not allowed on this site. It's in the Rules and Guidelines, Entries not allowed section, 1. Your story can be reported unless this is removed. You can attach it to a chapter with story content, or to your profile.
The site is not dead. But people do have lives outside, work, planning for college, moving, storms, new interest, etc. There could be a variety of reasons for slow activity, plus it isn't even summer yet. Or people just don't have the desire to comment, or the more negative thought of no interest. But don't let the slow activity fool you, or upset you.
I want to say a few things:
I don't care if someone reports my stories, or deletes them or whatever. I don't care if my work gets trolled, but this sort of messages is just sad.
This person, who's trying really hard to sound like an adult, didn't sign in. All of you who know me also know that I do consider all owned-up-to feedback and politely reply to all my reviewers, but this person is afraid or something. I highly doubt they're a site admin, because I don't think admins wouldn't actually allow a person to reply to their comments. When someone leaves me this sort of flame-flavored message anonymously, they're a troll in my books and I will disregard them.
They may have a point guidelines-wise, but my note is in fact attached to a story, not some random shit thrown around. Also, people post this stuff all the time, e.g. hiatus notices, which makes me think that it was the contents and not the nature of my post which elicited this reply.
They also kindly slash patronizingly inform me that 'people do have lives outside…' but that shouldn't fool me or upset me. Frankly the only thing that upsets me is the vehemence and extreme promptness of this sort of reactions from people who clearly have nothing better to do with their lives (i.e have NO life outside…) than monitor and police around this site and furthermore, consider a fan-fiction site a matter of life and death.
Guess what, fan-fiction is a fun pastime and a hobby and so is sharing it, NOT a matter of life and death. And I don't think I've broken any etiquette or been disrespectful in terms of anyone's preferences, opinions, etc. Also, I don't think I have dragged this site by asking people if they think it inactive or no longer an interest for them.
I don't think this person realized that they're actually increasing my review count. But thank you anyway! #nosuchthingasbadpublicity
