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Allen scratched his forehead, the pictures of his first several crime scenes lay scattered around his kitchen table, notes and diagrams of the places lay in amongst the grisly pictures, a stark white contrast to the deep red and gory body parts.
It had been a week since Cross had ordered him officially off the case, a week since Allen had been working the case solo and breaking his orders. As Cross had instructed, Allen handed everything her could over to the investigation, but not before discretely making a photo copy of everything and hiding it in the wooden frame of his couch when the officers inspected his home.
His gnarled hand gripped his whiskey filled glass, his jaw gritting in frustration. There was nothing new he could see in the photographs, no new facts in the papers, no anomalies in the testimonies, nothing.
"DAMN!"
Allen smacked his fists on the table in anger, the papers rattling around at the vibrations from his fists. He needed to redeem himself in the department's eyes, by any means necessary, whether or not Cross agreed to it. He had begged Chaozii for any discrete information that he could get without getting in trouble with their Capitan, something the frizzy-haired partner refused to tell, apologizing profusely to the white haired, his eyes sorrowful as he ran away from their table at the coffee shop.
Coward, Allen seethed, fucking coward!
The detective inhaled deep shuddering breaths, steadying his nerves and attempting to calm himself, knowing that the rage and anger he felt could dissipate if he just told himself to calm down enough times, that he didn't need to lash out at anyone if he just relaxed his body and his mind.
A loud knocking startled him out of his thoughts, his body pulling itself up out of the chair and towards the door, his pace slow and deliberate. The detective had made it halfway from his table to the door when the quiet sound of paper sliding under the door, the now familiar paper colour and elegant cursive freezing Allen for a second before he instinctively wrenched open his door, his head whipping around the hallway, the movement of a black cloak catching his eyes as it disappeared around the corner.
"Hey! Stop!" Allen yelled at the figure, tearing after him, his door slamming behind him as he strained his ears for any telling signs of the mysterious man's direction.
A snap of the door told Allen that his target had taken the western stairwell, his pace quickening at the sound of the door closing. Pushing it open with force, Allen ran to the railings and gripped them tightly as he looked over at the stairs, a dark figure tearing down the stairs, his form disappearing and reappearing as the staircase wound downwards.
"HEY!" Allen screamed, disregarding all concern for his well-being as he tore down the stair two at a time, his feet jumping onto the landings of each floor as he chased after the assailant.
The amount of adrenalin flowing through his veins gave Allen the speed he needed to make it to the ground floor in record time, unfortunately too late as his target had already bolted out the fire escape door moments ago. Flinging open the door, the detective bolted out into the back alleyway where the rain poured down from the dark clouds, soaking the grimy streets and the pristine snow-white hair as Allen raced out, his chest heaving as he panted.
Silver eyes darted around the streets, taking in the people milling around under umbrellas and turning their collars to the wind, the bustling street his target as he ran out towards them.
"Ung!"
Allen gasped as he landed in the filthy streets, the wind knocked out of him for a brief second at the fist crashed into his chest, the water splashing around him as his back crashed into the pavement. Coughing, Allen clutched his chest as he regained his breath, his hacking body unable to hear the approaching footsteps stepping slowly over to him. His mercury eyes opened blearily to stare into a black hood, the face missing and blended into the black abyss of the material. A gloved hand shot out from the black sleeves of the trench coat, gripping the detective's now dishevelled and dirt streaked hair as the leather boots walked over towards the other end of the large green dumpster, the strong arm lifting the detective clean off his feet before the heavy boot slammed him into the brick wall before Allen could even think of struggling.
"Isn't it interesting?" the attacker murmured, one of his hands gripping Allen's wrists above his head and pinned to the wall in and odd manner, causing the hand to twist harshly while the other took hold of the pale throat, squeezing it harshly, "that, out of all those people, not one of them saw me attack you."
Allen glared at the killer's face, the pathetically grim light above them illuminating only half the killer's face, a cruel sneer twisting his features as his white teeth looked ready to devour the smaller man.
"F-fuck yo-" Allen tried to choke out, the strong hand on his windpipe cutting off his words.
"That's not very nice," the man grinned, "it's not me you should hate, it's them."
"Wh-"
"Because," the hands tightened simultaneously on Allen's body, his mind focusing on the pain that shot from his wrists, his twisted brain translating the pain to pleasure, "they expect you to solve all their little problems; the whore on the corner, the priest that can't seem to get his hands off the altar boy, the drug dealer squatting in the abandoned house next door, the deranged killer cleaning up the mess. They're not their problems, they're yours."
Allen squeezed his eyes shut and silently prayed that the pleasure shooting down his spine would not affect him, that the impact on the ground had turned him normal, that his member wasn't throbbing from the pain caused by his attacker.
"Well well well, what's this?"
Silver eyes opened to see the tilt of the man's head angled towards his legs, the pale cheeks flushed red as tears pricked the corners of his eyes, the humiliation caused from having the psychotic killer stare at his growing erection almost too much for the detective to bear, an evil chuckle echoed through the empty alleyway.
"Who would have thought that a detective was into erotic affixation? This is just delicious," the taller sneered, lifting Allen higher for a millisecond before he was throw harshly to the ground, his hands balling into fists as he pushed up, saliva falling from his mouth as he coughed.
A shuffling of material sent shivers up Allen's spine before a knee pressed between his legs, one arm snaking around his waist un his chest and hoisted the lithe body up off the ground, mismatched hands clawing at the strong arms holding him up.
"Ngn – Ah!" Allen gasped suddenly as an ungloved hand slid over his abdomen and towards the hemline of his pants, the fingers swiftly undoing the buttons as the smooth skin slid under his black boxers and grasped his growing erection.
Nails dug into the pavement as the warm hand gripped him tightly, the body lifting itself up over the smaller back and forcing Allen into his chest.
"You're supposed to be perfect, aren't you? The detective that can do no wrong, yet here you are, becoming hard at a hand around your throat," warm breath tickled Allen's ear as the lips drew closer to his face, "you're pathetic."
Allen winced slightly at the harsh words, his mind screaming at him to throw the attacker of, fight him, hurt him; yet his body wanted more, craved more of the warm hand on one of his most sensitive organs, the pleasure the pressure gave him. The struggle between his thoughts and his desires ending in the swift motion of the well-calloused hand creating friction against the shaft, a cross between a strangled gasp and moan passed the coral pink lips.
A dark laughed tickled the hairs on the back of her neck, the arm moving in slow and languid strokes, the tightness and warmth of the hand eliciting moans and gasps out of the detective.
"That's it," the taller crooned, "don't hold back."
"Hah-nng – ah," Allen sighed, unconsciously complying with the psychopathic attacker's demands, "n-no – hah - st-op."
"Stop?" The man smirked, "why would I do that? You're enjoying it aren't you?"
Allen gasped loudly at a sudden and particularly hard jerk of his member, the searing pleasure and ecstasy now coursing through his blood becoming addicting, his body hungering for more. Unconsciously, the slim body pressed closer into the other's in a desperate attempt to convey the wordless message.
"You're actions contradict your words," the sultry voice whispered in his ear, the tantalizing feeling of the hand on his member never letting up, only increasing in pressure, forcing Allen to the precipice of delight and pleasure.
"Not now," the man hushed, stilling his hand on the white hair's erection, a whimper drawing out of the bitten lips, a cry Allen tried desperately to quell.
Silver eyes looked back into the darkness of the face that he could not see, the unknowing piercing eyes that felt as though they bore holes into his soul.
"Beg."
The order was hushed but not unheard, mercury eyes widening at the command, a battle between is dignity and his humanly desire raged under his skin, nails scrapping along the asphalted alleyway in desperation and pleasure.
"But-"
"Now," the command came harsher, his hand twisting Allen who bit his lip to keep form howling in pleasure and pain, the sound guttural and throaty as the slim back pressed into the muscles of the chest and abdomen.
"Ah – hah, ng," Allen moaned deliciously, his will and control slipping away from him in the dark confines of desire and lust, the towering and dominating man above him driving him further down the forbidden path, a path Allen swore he'd never take.
A path that brought him to the precipice of excitement and ecstasy, a path that was making him feel alive.
"P-please," he whined softly, the desire dominating his will as blood pounded in his ears and heated his flesh and body to the very core of his soul, "please – let me-"
"You can do better than that," the smirk impossible to hear in the faceless voice, the hand around Allen's torso rubbing him through his wet clothes, the friction impossible to ignore for the already writhing detective.
"Please," Allen cried, louder than he meant too, surprised that no one else had come running down the alleyway to investigate the source of the noise, "let me – let me c-cum –Ah!"
"Better," is attacker purred, "much better; I'll let you cum now, but you need to brush up on your skills for the next time we meet."
A sense of euphoria filled Allen as the hand began to massage him once more, the calloused and experienced hand causing the pleasure to increase ten-fold, the young detective moaning openly at the feeling of the fingers moving up and down his swollen member, a cry of bliss erupting from his lips as the tips of the long appendages delved into the slit, pre-cum smearing around the head.
"Hah – AH!" Allen finally screamed in bliss, his nails breaking on the stone underneath him as he finally released himself, his seed filling the attackers long fingered hand without reservation, his body sighing in defeat and bliss, the now spent body collapsing on the dirt streaked pavement, the water running over his cheek
"Look at this."
The weary muscles of his neck managed to find strength in the few moments he was given, lifting the dirt stained hair off the ground a few centimeters before long fingers weaved though the soft hair and yanked him up harshly.
"Here," his attacker sneered, his other hand held out in front of Allen's face, what was left of his seed slowly dripping off the skilled hand and onto the pavement, the water mixing and mingling with the bodily fluids. "This," he hissed, "was how easy you are so next time we meet, give me a challenge."
His piece said, the dominator stood up, his hand flicking what was left of the detective off of him, his boots stepping in the puddles and dirt of the grimy streets, what was left of Allen huddling in the streets.
"Next time…"
The attacker turned at the sound of the weak voice, his eyes widening under the dark confines of the hood.
"Next time," Allen repeated, his shaking body hoisting itself up off the cold and wet ground as his mercury eyes burned with renewed determination, "next time…I will kill you!" Allen seethed, fury and humiliation scorching his soul.
The hooded figure stared him down, the burning liquid mercury of his opponent's eye enough to melt the very earth itself, their fury increasing in intensity when a laughed echoed off the rain washed walls, the hooded figure shaking in cruel laughter.
"Very well," the deep voice mocked, "the next time we meet, detective, one of us will most certainly die!"
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