Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-08-08 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alex, leon orcot, will gorski |
Who: Leon and Alex, featuring Will Gorski
What: Alex gets arrested for shooting Leon
When: This morning
Where: Their apartment
Rating/Warning: High for almost sex and violence, and not-so-thinly veiled homophobia
Status: Complete
It wasn’t very often that Leon had a dream that could be called, unequivocally, a good dream. Not all of his were terrible, that was for certain, but the ones that weren’t terrible were, at the very least, annoying.
But this dream, this dream was entirely great. He’d entertained himself for a while, giving D’s pet raccoon sugar treats only to watch her dissolve them in water as she tried to wash them before eating them. Then, once he’d realized that D was trying to distract Leon by putting him on pet babysitting duty, Leon had gone to find him with possibly the hottest woman Leon had ever seen. D had said something about a marriage interview he was conducting, but the woman had eyes only for Leon. She had even gone so far as to utter the words “I was born to this world to pleasure you” which Leon hadn’t actually realized was something he’d wanted said to him until she had.
She’d disappeared just when things were about to get good, but Leon couldn’t be too upset, because then a second woman, equally as hot, had shown up out of the blue, equally as eager to please him, and Leon was pretty sure that this was his birthday, Christmas, and Independence Day all rolled into one.
He’d woken up with a smile, and turned to Alex, lying, evidently still asleep, next to him. He splayed his hand across his chest, and began lying kisses along his jaw, and up to his earlobe. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick, “you awake?”
For his own part, Alex was having a blissfully dreamless night. New dreams hadn’t popped up, but he wasn’t terribly concerned anymore. The old ones crept in from time to time, making him pop awake again. Tonight, it wasn’t dreams that woke him, but rather warm breath and lips against his skin.
Alex stirred, sighing. He heard the rumble of Leon’s voice. It wasn’t often that Leon woke up in much of a mood,leaving Alex to wonder why it was, but then he realized, he didn’t care. Fingers slid into Leon’s thick hair as Alex rolled over enough with the lazy anticipation of more attention. They hadn’t done much since Leon had gotten shot, mostly because Alex had been so hesitant to and Alex felt a sudden surge of need for it.
“Mmmh mmmh,” he hummed, encouraging more with an arch of his body toward Leon. “Dreaming.”
Leon couldn’t help but smile against Alex’s skin, feeling encouraged. Alex’s caution had been frustrating more often than not, especially one his wounds had closed and he’d been sure that he’d have been fine to go.
But Alex encouraging more than resisting now, and Leon intended to take full advantage of that. “This is better,” he rumbled, pulling Alex against him, his excitement obvious. He hooked his fingers into the band of Alex’s boxers and tugged them downward. “Fuck I’ve missed this.”
“Much better,” Alex agreed in a heated huff of breath against Leon’s mouth. He shifted to help Leon with those restricting boxers, already half hard from the unexpected late night/early morning attention. Pulling in a shaky breath, he pulled Leon into a demanding kiss as he hastily kicked his own boxers off. His hands sought out the hem of Leon’s shorts, wondering if he’d find just skin.
It didn’t matter much since any material would be gone, the bed covers kicked off with anything remaining. He wanted Leon naked and he wanted to feel only Leon. “I need you,” he said in a raspy half whisper, half growl as his fingertips dug against the taut muscle of Leon’s shoulder.
Leon gasped as Alex’s fingers dug into his skin, lifting his hips and helping Alex to undress him by kicking off the rest of his pyjama bottoms. He grabbed Alex and rolled so Alex was pinned under him, pushing his body against Alex’s, waiting to feel every inch of Alex against him.
He nearly ignored the knock at the door, until it came again, louder. “Are you fucking kidding me,” he growled from his throat. At this rate, it would wake Chris up, which would definitely put an end to this. Better to chase whoever it was away so they could get back to it.
“I’ll get rid of them,” he assured Alex, kissing him again and then rolling off the bed. He pulled his pyjamas back on and made his way to the door, swinging it open.
“Do you have any idea what time it -” he started savagely, but he cut himself off once he saw who was on the other side: Detective Stanton, flanked by two uniformed officers. He frowned. He and Stanton had gotten along pretty well, right up until the entire precinct had discovered Leon’s relationship with Alex. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“You know why I’m here,” Stanton sneered, evidently proud of himself, and held the arrest warrant up for Leon. Leon grabbed it out of his hands and studied it, as if he’d somehow discover it was fake if he read it thoroughly enough. “Why don’t you just bring your little boyfriend out and make this easy on all of us?”
There was Alex, laid out all warm and naked and ready for a good, long awaited fucking, and then there was the knock at the door. A feeling of deep dread washed over Alex and got even worse as Leon eased off of him and pulled on his pyjama pants. He knew that knock. He’d been arrested enough times to know it. That was a cop knock and Alex didn’t think they were here to drag Leon into work.
It was entirely possible that’s what it was. Worst case scenario, ole D was here and Leon would forego their night and Alex would be fuming with rageful jealousy as he secretly was every time the mother fucker was even mentioned. Either way, it was an unwelcome interruption and one Alex needed to see. He followed suit a few seconds after Leon left him cold. By some miracle, his boxers hadn’t gone far. He grabbed them and pulled them on, but that dread only got worse when he saw Leon snatching something. From where he stood peering out the doorway to their bedroom, he swallowed dryly. Fuck. When he heard another door open, he knew it was Chris and looked back, gesturing for him to go back into his room. There was no need for Leon to get his little boyfriend from their room. Alex came out of it, hair all frazzled, skin still flushed, dick still interested in what had been about to happen.
“Problem?” he asked.
When Stanton had asked for Will’s help in this, Will hadn't exactly liked it. He'd read over the case file, and he was pretty sure that this Alex guy hadn't done what he was being accused of; while there'd been plenty of evidence to point toward him, the lack of a weapon, the fact that he’d stuck around after and called the ambulance, and most importantly of all, Detective Orcot’s insistence that he hadn't done it all pointed toward Alex’s innocence.
But he was less than a month on the force and he didn't want to stir the pot. So he’d kept his mouth closed and gone alone, frowning and starting to dislike Stanton even more with every thinly veiled homophobic remark he made.
He cleared his throat and looked down the hallway when Alex came out of his room, keenly aware that they had obviously interrupted something, but shame didn't seem to stop Stanton, who barged passed Orcot once Alex came out of the room.
“I already told you he didn't do it!” Leon protested, at the same time that Stanton reached for Alex’s wrist, saying “You're under arrest for attempted murder and for assaulting a police officer.”
This was happening, no matter how much Leon fought it. Alex had known it from the beginning, that he’d eventually wind up in cuffs for it. Despite there being no evidence that he did it, there was none that he didn’t do it either. He’d been the only one there and that was damning enough. Add to that the fact that he had a rap sheet and here they were, with Alex knowing exactly what to do.
Shut up. Don’t resist.
As tight metal clicked closed around his wrists, Alex lowered his gaze away from Leon. He didn’t want Leon to see him like this, and he damn sure didn’t want Chris to see him like this. Fuck, fuck,fuck. Alex’s mouth was screwed shut in a tight line of fury and fear as he struggled to keep himself from crying like a baby. Jail wasn’t a place for the likes of Alex, most especially not with how he looked.
When he did look at Leon again, it was with a mixed bag of emotions and a trembling lip. “A good attorney,” he told Leon and he trusted that Leon would make sure of it. The sinking feeling that he’d never seen Leon outside of a courtroom or bars again made Alex’s stomach turn.
Leo was trembling, the warrant already crumpled in his fist and his face turning red with his rage. He nodded once, stiffly, at Alex, as if he didn't trust himself to speak.
Will almost thought this would be easy, right up until Stanton opened his mouth. “It’s alright,” he said, clapping a hand on Alex’s shoulder as if he was a friend. “I'm sure you'll find a new boyfriend in prison real quick. Maybe you'll get lucky and find one that can actually protect-"
Leon moved faster than Will could react, wrenching Stanton away from Alex with one hand and punching him in the face with the other, the warrant still in his grasp. Will jumped in between, facing Leon, pushing him to the other side of the room. Stanton was behind him, swearing and clutching his nose, probably broken from the amount of blood. The other officer stood agape for a moment, until Stanton made him grab a towel from the kitchen counter.
The worst part of it was, Stanton was right. Alex shot him a look of utter disgust, but it was only because it was the truth, if Alex wanted to stay alive. He was trembling now from head to toe, angry and afraid, but it all went away the moment he saw Leon hauling back to punch Stanton. He didn’t hear himself yell. It all happened in slow motion and quickly all at once. Alex was only cuffed on one hand and with the other cuff still dangling from it, he stepped over to his boyfriend and brought that hand up to the man’s cheek as he brought their foreheads together.
“You’re so stupid,” he whispered, his voice shaking as tears stung too much and began to roll down his cheeks. “You shouldn’t’ve done that.” All the while, he was sure he never loved anyone as much as he loved Leon in that moment. Even if Stanton came and jerked his arms around him, he wouldn’t give it up for the world. If Stanton tried to arrest Leon, though...that was a different story.
The red faded from Leon’s vision as Alex’s hand came to his cheek, and he tore his gaze from Stanton, his eyes softening a little as he looked at Alex, though his jaw was still clenched. “I’d do it again,” he said fiercely, wrapping his arms around Alex, and pulling him in tight against him. If he had it his way, he’d never let him go, but he was going to be in enough trouble for decking Stanton. He couldn’t exactly interfere in the arrest more than that. For now, though, Stanton was trying to check the flow of blood from his nose, a fact that gave Leon a savage sense of pleasure, and Will had looked away to give them a moment of privacy.
“I’m going to get you out. They can’t hold you. They don’t have shit,” he promised vehemently.
Whatever little time they had right now, Alex took, his own arms going around Leon’s neck as the officers and detective were distracted. “Your coworkers are the worst,” he pointed out, tipping his head in to kiss Leon’s lips, putting every bit of himself into it. He relished in the warmth of Leon’s body and the bare skin touching his own, the way Leon’s hips felt against him. He trusted Leon to get him out, but at the same time, he was still scared. They had nothing on him, but then they had everything on him and it was making him sick. All he wanted to do just then was to sink into the floor. “We could make a run for it,” he whispered between kisses. “We could be fugitives.” Of course they wouldn’t, but the thought of it was pretty appealing.
Leon couldn't even argue that his coworkers weren't the worst, not right now. Not when they barged into his house and were about to arrest the man he loved for something that happened in his dreams.
“What, like Butch and Sundance? Start a new life together in Bolivia?” Leon grinned. Frankly, if it wasn’t for Chris and if he thought they even stood a chance of getting as far as out of this building, which he doubted, he might have taken Alex up on that.
The brief reprise didn’t last long though. Stanton was back, paper towel crammed up his nose, and he grabbed Alex’s cuffed wrist first, then reached for the other to wretch behind his back.
“Or Mexico,” Alex said against Leon’s mouth. “Drinkin’ margaritas, bangin’ seioritas.” Before he could get another word in, his arm was being grabbed and Alex stayed where he was, smiling at Leon. “Don’t be alone,” he told him. “Promise me you won’t.”
If there was another dream and Leon woke up full of holes again, someone needed to be there to help him. The police couldn’t arrest everyone. “Watch it, motherfucker,” he growled as the cuffs were tightened roughly around his wrists.
“I’ll try,” Leon nodded, though he wasn't sure who he could bother to come spend the night. There’d be Chris at least.
“Shut it,” Stanton growled at Alex, and looked at Leon through already blackening eyes. “I'll have your badge for this, Orcot.”
“Not before I kick your ass into the next century,” Leon growled. As if to retaliate against him, Stanton gave a sharp jerk of the cuffs.
Leon moved to lunge at him again, but before he could do anything other than make Stantom flinch away from him, Will was there, holding him back. “Why don’t we get your man some clothes before we take him out of here,” he suggested.
Frankly, Leon would have rather kicked the shit of of Stanton, but Will had a point, so he just scowled and nodded.
Alex winced in pain as he was jerked, a shoulder popping out of socket. Leon would make sure there was a good attorney and Alex would be suing ole Stanton for unnecessary roughness and false charges. If they’d been filming it would have been even better.
It was the only reason Alex didn’t resist, he wanted nothing else to make him look bad. He couldn’t very well put on the clothes himself but it wouldn’t matter once there anyway since he’s get a brand new set of orange pyjamas to wear. For now he took assistance with getting into sweats. If he made it through the night without a broken limb it would be a miracle.