Kirill believed that he ought to take care of Doug. While his partner's injured hand was healing up, he drove them to the Seven-O headquarters and back to Doug's home. Among various things, Kirill would change the bandage on his partner's hand and of course, would stay in his apartment for the night. They slept together and had sex. Kirill liked the fact that he did not have to tell Doug what to do. He just relaxed and received pleasure, as his partner knew how to do it right. There was no more tension between them; Doug became more laid back and less gloomy than he used to be, and Kirill became less grumpy and more self-confident.
A few days after the injury, Doug felt that his hand had fully healed. In the morning, he took off the bandage.
- Looks like I can finally drive, - he said, tying his tie.
Kirill smiled happily, but after a moment his face took on a troubled expression. He thought that since Doug was fine, he would not need him at home anymore. Doug noticed his partner's downcast look and understood everything.
- Let's have breakfast at a café? I know a good place, – Doug was grateful to Kirill for taking care of him and thought that a tasty treat was a good idea.
- Thank you, - Kirill smiled at his partner, taking his mind off his worry. After all, they both enjoyed being together.
The day in Seven-O was peaceful. After work, Doug went to visit Pat's grave, taking with him the teddy bear that Kirill had bought as an offering for her. Kirill knew full well that his partner had his private space which he would not want to let anyone in. He also knew that by no means should he be intrusive and pushy, so as not to cause Doug to distance himself again. As Kirill wanted to be an ideal partner for Doug, he showed understanding and went home.
The next day, the partners received a call about an attack of an Anthem-abuser and went to the crime scene. The victim was a female student of the Primus Academy who was going to the prom at her school.
The meeting of the Seven-O agents concerning this case took place in Derick's bar. Kirill returned to a cheerful mood when the girls started discussing the tradition of proms in secondary schools. He had been growing fond of his colleagues from Seven-O and became good friends with them. He felt relaxed in this circle and uninhibited to clown around a little, especially within his partner's field of vision. However, Doug could not help but feel mildly embarrassed at the sight of Kirill performing a silly robot dance in front of his nose.
The friendly chat was interrupted by a call from Travis, and the agents hurried to the office. This time, Travis appointed Max and Yuri as chief investigators, causing Kirill to get uptight about it. As his world revolved around Doug, Kirill became very sensitive and defensive of anything concerning Doug. Subconsciously, he wanted to see his partner always in the spotlight. But unfortunately for Kirill, Travis decided that Veteran needed some rest after the recent fight with the gangsters from Esperanza, and had different plans for them.
- I've got a special mission for you, Buzz-Cut. I have high hopes for you this time, - Travis encouraged.
- Really? – Kirill beamed, not knowing what awaited him.
The agents were going to get inside the school undercover as the local police doing an anti-drug class. After the meeting, the detectives went to the locker rooms to change into the police uniform.
- What's this, Doug? – Kirill pointed at a bulky and daft-looking mascot costume piled on the bench.
- It's your special mission, - Doug said matter-of-factly and looked aside, hiding a mischievous smile.
Kirill had no choice but to obey the order. He sighed as Doug began to take off his clothes. He glanced at his partner out of the corner of his eye and realised that he could have an erection if he saw Doug in a state of undress.
- Neh, can you turn away, please? And don't peep, - Kirill was still in a grumpy mood.
- Okay, - Doug did what his partner requested and continued to change clothes.
After he finished, Kirill looked back at Doug, and his eyes were riveted on his partner. He had never seen Doug wearing the police uniform and did not imagine how stunning and elegant his partner looked in it. The uniform highlighted the qualities of Doug's figure being tall, lithe, and graceful. The police cap made his bangs cover his right eye, giving his face an elusively seductive feature. Kirill stood gaping at Doug for a few seconds. Suddenly, he thought that he wanted to play a naughty game of a cop and a delinquent alone with Doug dressed as the cop.
- Let's go, constable Vrubel. Don't forget your casual clothes. Just in case, I take your police uniform as well, - Doug went towards the exit.
- Uh-huh, wait for me, - Kirill woke up to reality.
Their undercover mission went on as planned, and after a while, the agents gathered in a classroom for a break. As Kirill was jealous of anyone who approached his partner, he became alert when Max suggested that Doug and her question the students. Max was imposing and sexy, and Kirill instinctively protested against the possibility of Doug working together with her. On the contrary, he did not feel any threat from the prim and humble Yuri. To his surprise, Doug offered to swap with him. The girls left them alone in the classroom, and the partners quickly changed their clothes again, trying not to look at each other.
Kirill had the opportunity to get closer acquainted with Max, while Doug had the opportunity to take a nap in the mascot costume. Max was an assertive and decisive person and exceptionally competent in her work. Towards the evening, she and Kirill found the trail of the suspect who was then taken to the Seven-O headquarters. However, the interrogation did not clear up the case, and the four detectives left the office slightly irritated. Kirill got hungry and offered the party to eat out. Since it was late, and only Derick's bar was open, Yuri had a nice idea to invite the guys to dinner at her and Max's home.
The girls lived within a walking distance of Seven-O, and the four detectives had a pleasant stroll through the quiet evening streets. Max and Yuri's home was nice and cozy, and Max turned out to be a great cook. Both Doug and Kirill appreciated her simple but very tasty dishes. Kirill knew that Max and Yuri were a couple in a steady relationship, and visiting their home provided food for his imagination. While the girls were chatting with Doug, Kirill was carried away by his daydreams.
"Max can teach me to cook well… and I'll cook something tasty for Doug, that's right… He'll be happy and tell me: "I love you, Kirill. Will you marry me?" And I'll say yes… and then I'll be Kirill Billingham, oh yeah!.."
- Constable Vrubel, it's time to leave, – Doug's deep voice brought Kirill back to reality. - Max, Yuri, many thanks for your hearty welcome.
- Uh-huh, yes, thank you! Your cooking is really delicious, Max! – Kirill said emotionally.
- You are welcome! See you soon! – Max and Yuri walked them to the door.
After the nice meal, Doug and Kirill felt great and full of energy. It was a warm midsummer night, and the air was intoxicating with its coolness and freshness. The sky was clear and looked like an endless dark canopy with tiny lights of stars twinkling on it. The moon crescent illuminated the dark corners of the city with a mysterious and soft light.
The partners walked side by side to the Seven-O headquarters. Both Doug and Kirill felt that they wanted to stay longer on this starry summer night, which stirred the blood in their veins, awakening their hidden desires. They were young and hot-blooded, and their hearts thirsted for adventures.
- Neh, Doug, can you take your police uniform with you tonight, please? – Kirill asked shyly.
- I can. What for? – Doug was relaxed and good-humoured.
- I was thinking that we… could have some fun tonight, – Kirill blushed, trying to find decent words.
- Go ahead, - Doug encouraged.
- You and me, we could play a cop and a delinquent, and then … - Kirill trailed off, blushing hard.
- You want a sex role-play? – Doug said casually, causing Kirill to jerk in embarrassment. – I'm up.
- Eh?! – Kirill stopped and stared at his partner with wide eyes.
- You suggested it, - Doug shrugged, smiling mischievously.
Kirill was slightly dumbfounded by his partner's willing response. He knew that Doug was rather murky, but did not expect him to be a naughty boy. Kirill recollected himself to make a constructive suggestion:
- Then… let's find a suitable playground?
- I think I know where to go, - Doug unlocked his car, and they drove off.
- So, where are we going to? – Kirill asked, looking through the window at fast passing buildings.
- To an abandoned factory at the outskirts. I know the place, - Doug said, making a turn at the crossroads.
- That's really cool, Doug! – Kirill said emotionally, turning to his partner.
There were almost no cars on the streets, and Doug was driving fast. When they arrived, Kirill recognized the old factory, where he met Doug for the first time. He stared at the buildings dreamily, reminiscing their first encounter. Having come to this place with Doug again, Kirill realised that their stars were aligned, and they were meant to be together. He chuckled softly at the thought that this time they turned up here to do some obscene things.
Kirill remembered that when he saw Doug for the first time, he was stunned and could not take his eyes off him. He listened to him closely, hanging on to his every word. He was so bewitched by this man that he pretended to know the Anthem stages, only to engage his attention. If not for him, Kirill would not have thought up his reckless plan of distraction. He had no qualms about taking all his clothes off as soon as he knew that this man would see him being so heroic. He did not know what it was if not love at the first sight.
He reflected that Doug was the one who pulled him out of a humdrum existence as an ordinary cop at the time when he was howling at the two Suns and cherishing elusive dreams of becoming a hero. The day after they met, his life took a wonderful turn, and later he realised that it had happened thanks to Doug. In his eyes, Doug was his knight in shining armour who rescued him like a princess from a dark tower.
- Do you recognize the place? – Kirill asked quietly, standing next to his partner.
- I told you I've been here before, - Doug said calmly.
- Ugh, Doug! Don't you remember that we met here for the first time? – Kirill said peevishly.
- Indeed. It seems that destiny brought us here again, - Doug knew how to say romantic things when he wanted to.
He remembered the day when he first met Kirill. It was a tough time because they were losing the battle with Esperanza, and his best friend had a gunshot wound and then left the service. He and Travis were looking for a new Double-Decker partner, but could not find a good candidate. And then, out of the blue, his lucky star directed him to this gloomy place on that very day and hour to meet his future partner here. He saw Kirill and could no longer get over this cutie-pie, who revealed his assets oh-so boldly! On the same day, he went to the police department to request Kirill's resume and brought it to Travis.
Having these thoughts flashed through his mind, Doug turned to Kirill, looking kindly at his pouty face. Kirill brightened up and looked at Doug with a spark of joy in his eyes. He laid his hands on Doug's shoulders and parted his lips, inviting his partner for a kiss. Doug hugged Kirill by the waist, gently pulling him closer, and met Kirill's lips with his. The quiet noise of foliage and the chirping of grasshoppers were breaking the silence of the night, and only the moon and the stars witnessed the kissing partners. A few minutes later, Doug and Kirill separated their lips and looked into each other's eyes affectionately.
- Let's get started? – Kirill winked playfully.
- As you wish, - Doug smirked and turned to change into his police uniform.
This time, Kirill watched him and folded his clothes neatly in the rear seat. When Doug was ready and put on his police cap, Kirill looked at him with awe. Doug towered before him like one of those hero cops from his manga comics. "He is so sexy", - he thought, feeling a temptation to surrender to Doug right there.
- I'll search inside just in case there is anyone else here. Call me if anyone threatens you, - Doug turned on a torch and went quickly towards the big gate.
Kirill waited for him for ten or fifteen minutes. Although it was a necessary security measure, he was slightly annoyed at Doug, who left him there alone. His impatience and desire were growing, helping him to get into the character of a delinquent opposing the cop. At the moment, Kirill wanted Doug to lose his temper and chase after him like mad.
Finally, Doug appeared at a distance, turning off the torch. Kirill was standing near the car with his arms crossed and grinned mischievously as Doug approached him.
- It's clear, - Doug said, looking at his partner.
Kirill jolted like a stretched spring, pushing Doug forcefully against the car, and broke into a run towards the factory's gate. Doug regained his balance and smirked, watching Kirill run. He could easily outrun Kirill but waited a few seconds to give him a head start, and then took off in pursuit.
Kirill reached the factory and rushed inside. It was much darker there than outside; obscure forms of pipelines and derelict machinery, hulking along the walls and in the corners, created fantastic and gloomy illusions in the darkness. In some places, dim light fell through the large broken windows, drawing pale rectangles on the walls and floor.
Kirill felt a little frightened in the huge and dark building. The fear tickled his nerves and added adrenaline to his blood, making his heart beat faster. However, he did not slow down his run forward into the depth of the workshop. His eyes soon adapted to the darkness, and the familiar place helped him brace up. The gate behind him creaked, making him jump. Although he knew that it was Doug, Kirill was gripped by the primal instinct to run.
At that moment, he felt like prey, pursued by a predator; he knew oh-so-well what was going to happen to him when he was caught. He ran as if his life depended on it, and at the same time he was dying for Doug to seize and ravish him.
- Offender, stop immediately! – Doug's voice resounded through the premises, slightly echoing off the high ceiling.
- I won't let a cop catch me! – Kirill shouted back, feeling more and more excited.
He was already out of breath but continued to run with all the strength that remained. Doug was much faster than Kirill but kept a slow pace to maintain a constant distance between them, creating the illusion of a real pursuit for Kirill. Even in the dark, Doug could easily discern Kirill's movement due to his light hair and white pants. He noticed that Kirill was exhausted and slowed down, waving his arms erratically.
- Stop immediately, or I use force! – Doug shouted according to his role, seeing Kirill disappear around the corner.
At that moment, Kirill reminded him of a white rabbit from a fairy tale that his grandmother had told him before going to bed. The white rabbit always managed to escape his pursuer. This image sparked a predator's instinct in him, making him want to catch his prey. This rabbit could not escape him! Barely slowing down, Doug dived around the corner and saw Kirill ahead again.
He noticed that Kirill stumbled and nearly fell to the floor, but managed not to lose his balance. It occurred to him that if Kirill fell, he would hurt himself as well as soil his white pants, and that would not be fun at all. Doug decided that it was time to finish off the chase, and accelerated significantly, quickly approaching Kirill.
Breathing quickly and loudly, Kirill sensed that and made a frantic effort to speed up and dodge the trajectory of Doug's movement. He felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest. In an instant, he felt Doug's arms grab him tight around his waist and lift him above the floor. Kirill was so dazed and freaked out that he squealed loudly, flailing his arms and legs in the air.
Doug carried him to a spot that was lit through a large broken window. Kirill felt a wild thrill at the inevitability of what Doug was going to do with him. He shrieked and wriggled, tossing his head and flinging out his legs. Kirill tried to squirm out of Doug's arms, grabbing and pulling at his fingers, but Doug held him in a grip of steel. The embrace was strong, but not painful at all, and made him feel weak and helpless in Doug's arms. He was overwhelmed by the conflicting feelings of wanting to take over and at the same time surrender to Doug. Vigorously resisting, he would be immensely disappointed if he managed to break free from Doug.
- Let go of me at once! You have no right to arrest me! - Kirill screamed, his voice resonating in the building.
- Resistance to an officer of the law is subject to punishment, - Doug said in an imperative tone, getting his partner to stand on his feet.
Feeling the hard ground beneath him, Kirill dashed to run, but Doug held his wrists tightly. Kirill nearly fell, and Doug put an end to his partner's squirming by twisting Kirill's arm behind him. Although Doug did it with caution so as not to hurt him, a slight twinge of pain made Kirill bend down, unable to resist anymore. But Kirill was a man, and they both felt that it was alright to do this with him. Besides, the rough streak added a delicious spice to their game, making their desire for each other flare up even more.
- I'm sorry, sir! Please don't punish me! – Kirill whined, breathing heavily and burning with impatience.
- If you do what I say, your punishment may be mitigated, - Doug said with a smug expression.
- I'll do as you say, sir! – Kirill shouted excitedly.
Doug pushed him to go forward and when they reached a wall, he let go of his partner's arm.
- Face the wall and spread 'em! – Doug ordered.
Kirill obeyed, feeling overflown with excited anticipation and eagerness to submit to whatever Doug had on his mind. He willingly gave up and yielded himself to the mercy of his partner. Doug took the lead in this game, and Kirill was glad to give the reins to his imagination and have fun.
Doug began a pat-down search of Kirill. His hands brushed over Kirill's shoulders and sides, sending electric waves of pleasure down his spine. Doug continued to search him below and reached his thighs. Closing his eyes, Kirill smiled blissfully and bit at his lower lip, feeling Doug's hands touch him in the groin region. He gasped and twitched slightly when Doug incidentally touched the bulge between his legs. Kirill felt so tight and itchy in his pants that he desired to take them off immediately and offer his hindquarters to Doug.
- Pants off! – Doug ordered as if reading Kirill's thoughts. - Let's see if you're hiding illegal items inside.
Kirill swiftly pulled his pants along with underwear to his knees and put his hands on the wall, leaning against it. He was trembling with excitement, like a young stallion before racing.
- Good lad, - Doug muttered smugly, unbuckling the belt on his trousers and looking at Kirill's trembling body and fully erect cock.
Doug was fully dressed in his uniform, and only his erection was sticking out of his undone trousers. He was in heat and desiring to touch Kirill's bare skin. He hugged Kirill by the waist, slipping his penis between his partner's legs. Kirill uttered a surprised noise at the feeling of Doug's hot cock in his crotch, bewildered that Doug did not insert his organ where Kirill expected him to.
Doug leaned closer to Kirill, slightly hunching over him due to their height difference, and pulled Kirill's purple top up his breast. He fondled Kirill's nipples and abdomen, nuzzling his partner's nape and breathing hotly on his neck. Kirill quivered with excitement, wanting more of Doug, whose hands were also trembling with lust for him.
Doug raised his hand to Kirill's mouth and ran his fingers over his partner's lips. Kirill got the clue and took the index and middle fingers of Doug's hand in his mouth. He sucked them, thoroughly covering them with his saliva. The sensation of Kirill's hot and agile tongue passing over his fingers was mesmerizing; Doug could not resist kissing and licking his partner's neck in admiration. He knew he should not leave marks on Kirill, and tasted him with his tongue, slowly drawing it on his partner's sensitive skin.
Kirill was overflown with electrifying waves of pleasure; from time to time, he bit Doug's fingers lightly, as if trying to eat his partner, and then passionately licked at the bitten places to soothe them. He began to move his hips back and forth over Doug's cock and lowered his left hand in order to touch his own cock. Doug caught Kirill's wrist halfway, twisting his arm behind him again, and then gingerly pulled his fingers out of Kirill's mouth.
- A culprit is not allowed to do anything without permission, - Doug muttered, his hot breath searing Kirill's ear.
- Ahh!.. Please, sir! – Kirill whined, rubbing his hips fervently against Doug's cock.
- Please what? – Doug murmured and licked Kirill behind the ear. He did not know what Kirill would prefer first: to get his hand released? to have his cock touched? or perhaps to be entered?
- Doug!.. Ngh… Your dick… Put it in me!.. – Kirill whimpered, unable to stay in character anymore. Doug's sweet torture got the best of him.
Doug was stunned for a split second and withdrew his cock from under Kirill's crotch, releasing his hand and gazing at him hungrily and affectionately at the same time. Kirill again leaned on the wall with both hands and raised his ass a little more in a silent invitation.
Doug planted an appreciative kiss on Kirill's neck, fondling his sides and hips, and then pressed his saliva-coated fingers into his partner's entrance. It took him only a few stretching movements to prepare him because Kirill's anus was used to their regular lovemaking. Kirill took a couple of deep breaths to relax, and Doug entered him slowly and carefully, trying not to cause pain due to the lack of lubrication. Closing his eyes, Kirill gasped and moaned at the sensation of Doug's hot cock stretching him inside. It felt so good, so satisfactory, so right, as ever. Doug and Kirill felt wired to each other and to the universe.
Filling Kirill to capacity, Doug began to move slowly, going all the way through his partner. The friction without a lubricant was felt on the sensitive skin of his penis more intensely than usual. The heat and pleasure grew rapidly, and Doug thought that tonight he would probably be able to test the limits of his duration of sex.
Kirill was swinging his hips towards his partner, while his straining and twitching cock remained untouched. He was receiving an acute tantalizing pleasure from the feeling of Doug's cock that seared him as if impressing him with a seal of belonging. Kirill felt that he should belong to Doug and be his partner, his friend, his wife, his toy, to be his anything and everything.
Gripping Kirill tightly by the hips, Doug was gradually but surely increasing the speed of thrusting. He wondered how long he was going to last if he deliberately restrained his ejaculation in order to drive Kirill to orgasm with untouched cock.
Kirill vibrated with lustful passion, moving his hips more and more erratically. His hands were slippery with sweat, and he tried not to tip over, although Doug held him tight. His sweet spot pulsed with heat and pleasure, and every stroke of Doug's penis pushed him closer to the edge of ecstasy. His own cock was throbbing and burning for relief, and his mind was filled with nothing but Doug, whom he damned and blessed at the same time for this excruciating pleasure.
Doug sped up even more and pounded into Kirill hard and fast, making him unable to muffle his voice. Kirill's passionate moans filled the large space of the workshop and echoed off the high walls and ceiling. Doug was experiencing no less pleasure than Kirill, straining hard not to cum earlier than his partner. He groaned through his teeth, slightly tossing his head back and closing his eyes.
Kirill was completely messed up, feeling as if he was blazing. His longer locks of hair fell on his face in disarray, his mouth was open and let out saliva, and his knees trembled. A few seconds of frantic grinding movements on Doug's cock made him black-out in ecstasy for a split-second and jet his sperm on the wall with a drawling moan, shuddering all over.
The next moment, Kirill's legs gave way, and Doug caught him, passing his right arm under Kirill's arms and leaning himself against the wall with his left hand. Doug felt Kirill's ring of muscles squeeze around him tight, making it difficult for him to move inside. He thrust into Kirill one last time as deep as he could and shuddered, spilling into him with a groan.
For a few moments, the partners were catching their breath. Doug gingerly pulled out of Kirill and looked at him. Kirill hung limply on Doug's arm, resting his head on his partner's chest. Doug gingerly brushed the long hair strands away from Kirill's face and saw that he was lit up with a blissful and oblivious smile. Seeing Kirill like this made him feel happy. He waited for Kirill to come to his senses, sniffing and lightly kissing the top of his head. Finally, Kirill opened his eyes and looked up at Doug, parting his lips slightly. Doug bowed his head to kiss him, while Kirill embraced his partner's neck with his left hand.
A few moments after the serene and chaste kiss, Doug lifted his head and gently got Kirill to stand up on his feet. Kirill pulled on his briefs and pants, feeling Doug's sperm leak out of him down his legs. They did it outdoors for the first time, and there was no means to clean up. Kirill mused that since Doug was responsible for this, it would be right to borrow one of his undergarments, fortunately, they were very similar in hip measurement. He looked at his partner who had already zipped up his trousers and buckled his belt. Unlike him, Doug looked just as impeccable hero cop as he was before their sex.
- I'll take you to your apartment, - Doug said spontaneously.
- You want to stay overnight at mine? – Kirill said with a coy smile.
- No, I'm going back home, - Doug said matter-of-factly and noticed Kirill purse his lips in displeasure.
Kirill was annoyed that his partner was being so insensitive. He believed that after they had sex, it would be natural to go home and sleep together, but Doug did not seem to understand the importance of this and was ruining Kirill's plans of conquering his partner's heart. Kirill crossed his arms over his chest and took on an offended look. Doug sighed and scratched his head. He thought that he had found a good partner for work and no-strings sex on occasions, but apparently, it turned out that he got himself a boyfriend.
- Wanna come back to my place? – Doug asked softly.
Nodding with a joyful smile, Kirill clasped Doug's arm in his arms and pulled him towards the exit. When he got into the car, he felt happy tiredness from the long day and could not keep his eyes open. Doug was driving home through the empty streets of the sleeping city. He chuckled quietly, briefly glancing at Kirill, who was snoring peacefully in the passenger seat next to him. He realised that from that day on he would have more worries and responsibilities, owing to his partner. But even so, he knew that he would treasure this midsummer night in his heart forever.