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It's an AU, Brian's a Cop, Justin joins the force. BLAH BLAH BLAH
the chapters will be short. I was going to write the whole thing and post it as complete but decided in true vamphile fashion to just wing it. We'll see.

I'm feeling feedback deprived so i really really need wouldn't mind if you told me what you think.

per usual, it's dedicated to my wives who convinced me that A) the story was a good idea B) that i should write it C) that i should post it

Blue Ecstasy
Chapter One

Brian was bored. He stifled a yawn behind a Styrofoam cup of coffee. His memory of the previous night’s trick was almost enough for him to zone out what the commander was saying but only almost.

“So we’re focusing a lot of our resources on shutting down the man’s operation.”

Everyone was standing up, Brian did the same, filing out mumbling shit about finding needles in haystacks and no one caring about a bunch of fags dying from some bad E. He ignored them and went back to his desk.

Ten minutes later Horvath was calling him into his office.

“You bellowed?”

“You’re heading up the case.”

“Which case? I’ve got a lot of shit to do.”

“They want the drug trafficking stopped.”

“I wish them good luck.”

“You and Taylor here are going to be working together.”

Brian turned his attention to the other man in the room. Fuck.


“Wasn’t a question, Kinney.”

Brian shook his head and Justin smiled at him. “I’m older than I look.”

“You’d have to be. You look twelve.”

“Didn’t bother you las…”

“I’m not working with you.”

Horvath shook his head. “You two figure out how this buddy movie is gonna work on your own time. Just figure out where this shit is coming from and stop it. Three more people died last week.”

“Didn’t seem such a priority when the men dying were doing it quietly on Liberty Avenue.

“Yeah, well now it’s hit the suburbs and the chief is pissed.”

Brian walked out of Horvath’s office. Justin followed him. “So where do we start.”

“You start by getting some juice and cookies and taking a nap. Let the grown ups deal with this.”

“Fuck off. My age didn’t seem to bother you last night.”

Brian turned quickly. “Shut the fuck up. Last night you were a trick. And you could have told me you were a cop.”

“You could have told me.”

Brian turned away again but Justin reached for his elbow. Brian twisted out of his grip. “Don’t fucking touch me. I’m not working with you. I’ll handle this and you can go home to mommy. I’ll put your name on the paperwork when we’re done.”

“Bullshit. It’s my case too, and I have a theory.”

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against his desk. Justin stood at the opening to his cubicle, his arms crossed against his chest. “I’m not backing off.”

“So what’s you’re theory?”

“I think they’re coming from inside one of the clubs.”

“Is that what you were doing there last night?”

Justin laughed. “No. Last night was for fun. Seriously though, I think they’re coming from Pistol or Popperz… maybe Babylon.”

Brian had had the same thought. “Drugs found in gay club. Brilliant theory.”

“No, not that they’re being dealt within the club. I think one of the primary suppliers is…”

Brian shook his head. “Not Pistol. I know the manger, and the guy who owns it. There’s no way he’s trafficking.”

Justin shrugged. “I don’t know him. The deaths were mostly concentrated around the central club location on Liberty; they’ve got to originate from there. Or well, they probably originate from a bathtub in Tijuana but you know what I mean.”

Brian nodded. “So you’ve got a theory.”

“And we’ll prove it.”

“And you propose to do this by…?”

“You’re too high profile. I’m going under cover.”

“I’m high profile?”

“Please, before I danced with you last night I must have heard four different guys talking about you. Everyone at Babylon knows who you are, and that you’re a cop.”

Brian nodded. He knew the kid was right.

“Fine, we’ll find someone, you’re too young.”

“Fuck off. I’m old enough.”

Brian shook his head and continued to ignore his new partner for the rest of the day. By six he was more than ready to go home, shower and meet Michael at Woody’s.

Justin slid between the main door to his building just before they closed. Brian glared at him. “Fuck off.”

“We have to talk about the case.”

“I disagree.”

“Fine. I’m going to Babylon tonight. I’ll let you know what I find out.”

Brian lifted the grate and stepped into the elevator. “Do what you want.”

Justin turned to go but suddenly Brian had a couple of questions. “Wait.”

Justin turned.

“What’s your plan?”


Brian leaned closer to him. “Plan. Idea. Steps of action to ensure you don’t end up dead on the floor. Plan.”

Justin shrugged. “I have my sources.” He smiled and Brian wasn’t sure if he wanted to smack him or kiss him but he was very sure that the kid had no idea what he was getting into. “Come on, we’ll talk.”

Justin smiled and headed towards the steps. “Race ya.”

Brian pulled the grated down and hit the button with what might be described as excessive force, but the kid was like a three year old. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Justin had been impressed last night. He hadn’t hidden it well. Most cops don’t live like this. Last night he had other things to think about. Now as he looked at the top of the line appliances, stainless steel countertops and imported Italian fixtures. his only feeling was suspicion. Most cops don’t live like this.

Brian watched Justin’s eyes narrow. He wouldn’t be the first person to jump to conclusions. Brian took a beer out of the refrigerator and offered one to Justin who took it absentmindedly. Brian sat down and waited for Justin to say something. Eventually he sat down on the other end of the sofa and put his feet up next to Brian’s. “Nice place.”

“You said that last night.”

“Surprised you remember. You were pretty drunk. You have a cleaning service?”

“Beats the hell out of putting all my furniture back in place myself.”

“So you juggle like that a lot?”

Brian smirked. “You were gonna tell me about your plan, or lack thereof.”

“Yeah…” Justin was about to speak but his stomach decided to do the talking for him. He almost blushed.

“Thai okay?”

Justin nodded and Brian threw him a menu.

They ordered and Brian sat back down on the sofa, two more beers on the coffee table. “So, your plan.”

“I need to get on the inside. I’ll get him to hire me.”

Brian almost choked on his beer. “Who?”

“Gary Saperstein, he owns Babylon. I’m pretty sure that’s where the stuff is starting out.”

“Pretty sure? And you’re going to get a job as what exactly?”

Justin shrugged. “Probably end up dancing in a cage, but…”

Brian shook his head. “No way. Too dangerous.”

“Too dangerous? I’m a cop.”

“Where are you gonna stash a gun in a g-string?”

Justin shrugged and smirked.

“We’ll figure something else out.”

“We? Last I heard you didn’t want me anywhere near this case. You were gonna solve it all by yourself.”

“And last I heard you were intent on going rogue cop and getting yourself killed.”

“Pfft. I’m not gonna get killed.”

Brian was about to say something when the buzzer sounded. “Dinner.”

Brian paid the delivery guy and by the time Brian turned back to the sofa Justin wasn’t there. He scanned the loft and found him, in bed, naked.

“Not hungry anymore?”

Justin shook his head and slowly stroked himself. Brian’s eyes followed Justin’s hand. He put the food on the counter and pulled his shirt over his head as he walked towards the bed. He’d been drunk last night and still been able to appreciate the texture of his skin, the soft feel of his hair, the tight warmth as Justin’s body melted into his own. He was sober now and planned on taking some time to appreciate all those things properly.

Justin’s hands were wrapped around his neck as he pulled him in for a kiss. His wet pink tongue sliding between Brian’s lips. Brian’s tongue stroked against Justin’s as he removed his pants. He pushed at the man’s hip and Justin rolled over, his legs spread, his back arched. Brian reached for a condom. His arm slid across the smooth skin of Justin’s back and he couldn’t resist as his hand flattened between his shoulder blades and moved in an appreciative glide across his skin. His mouth followed.


I told myself I wasn’t going to do this again. I swore to myself when I moved to Pittsburgh that I was not going to get involved with another cop. I swore to myself after I met him at the station tonight that I would NOT fuck him again, and here I am, naked, on his bed… I didn’t even wait for him to make the first move but damn! Last night was hot. And he was sitting there, drinking a beer, and then he stood up and… well, now I’m naked, and on my knees and his mouth is working it’s way down my back and he may be the hottest man I’ve ever met. I’ve met guys who are more buff, more sculpted. I’ve been with guys who have a much better line of banter than “fuck off, twat.” But I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone set my skin on fire with his lips before. I KNOW I’ve never been so turned on by the sound of a condom wrapper opening.

His tongue is inside me now. His fingers, long, I couldn’t take my eyes off of them tonight wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle… I swear I got hard, like a teenager. And now… oh god. He’s moving his tongue behind my balls and I’m lost. This is not how it’s supposed to go. It shouldn’t be this good. It is. It’s better than this good. I can’t think anymore. I shiver as a breeze blows through the loft and the sweat on my skin dries. He feels it. His body covers mine. He’s pushing inside me. Thick, smooth, wide, amazing. He strokes and I’m pulling the sheets into balls inside my fists. I’m so full so stretched and he’s on top of me, his tongue sliding along the curve of my ear. He bites and I groan.

We’re moving together now. Our rhythm somehow perfect. More perfect than I would expect with a guy I just met, a guy a barely know, a guy I was in love with last night, but then, last night, I was very very drunk.

He pulls out and pushes back in quickly and it’s that painful stretch that pulls me back into the moment. His chest is pressed against my back. His arm curves with mine and his long fingers are between mine and we fist the sheets together as he rides me hard and I’m lost in the sensation. He may be, I can’t tell. All I know is his breathing is ragged, he speeds up and I feel my orgasm blasting out of me as I feel his overtake him. My mind seems to go blank, empty. I feel the cool air again as he pulls off of me, out of me. I hate this part.

I’m lying prone, diagonally across the bed and I smell the smoke of his cigarette. I must have dozed for a second. I sit up and move until I’m sitting next to him against the headboard. He offers me a cigarette and I shake my head. I don’t smoke. He shrugs. His is almost finished and he stubs it out and stands up.

I get up a little more slowly; my knees are still a little rubbery. I pull on my pants and he’s wearing jeans, the top button unbuttoned and nothing else. He hands me a beer as I walk down the few steps from his bedroom. The fucking thing is practically an altar, but then, I think I may have met a real life sex god.

He moves the boxes of food back to the coffee table and holds up a fork and some chopsticks. I motion towards the chopsticks and we both sit down, digging into our respective orders and not saying anything. Fuck. I wasn’t thinking.

I wanted to fuck him. Christ, I still do. This guy is amazing, but I didn’t do it to get him to work with me. I’m going to solve this thing if he works with me or not. I didn’t do it to get him to profess his undying love; I just… wanted to feel him inside me again. I’m hoping he knows that and I don’t have to actually tell him.

“So where’d you come from?”


“I’d have seen you before. Where’d you come from?”

“Oh, I was a cop in Pitcairn. Transferred here.”

“Got tired of busting speeders and high school keggers.”

“Something like that.”

“And now you’re ready to make your first big drug bust in the city.”

“Now I’m ready to do my job. Those drugs are killing people.”

“All drugs kill people.”

“Eventually, slowly, maybe. These are causing kids to keel over at seventeen.”

“Someone you know?”


“Sounds like you have a personal investment.”

“In people not dying? Doesn’t everyone.”

Brian shook his head. “No, most people don’t.”

Justin shrugged chewed thoughtfully on another mouth full of sesame coconut shrimp. “I’m not most people.”

Brian shrugged. “So, are you done thinking getting a job at Babylon is a good plan?”

“You think you fucked the idea out of me?”

“I was hoping you’d managed to find some common sense.”

“I have. Best way to do this is from the inside. I’m gonna work the inside before everyone on Liberty knows I’m a cop.”

They ate in silence and Brian tried to find a way to politely get his new partner/ex trick out of his loft. He paused for a moment wondering why he cared if it was polite and then decided it must be because they’d have to work together. Otherwise it made no sense at all. In the end he was spared having to figure it out. Once Justin was done eating he pulled his shirt on and found his shoes.




Brian’s cell rang. He’d been sitting at his desk, contemplating the information he had on the killer E that had been making the rounds.


“Where were you last night?”

“Something came up.”

“I’m sure.”

“I’ll be at Babylon tonight.”

“You’d better be. I haven’t seen you all week.”

“It’s Wednesday.” Brian hung up the phone and was contemplating going outside for a cigarette when Horvath called him.


“Dinner Sunday.”

“I might be busy.”

“Wasn’t a question. You’ve missed the last two Sundays Deb's gonna have both our balls.”

“Your problem. You married her.”

“Which makes me your almost father in law and your boss. Consider it a direct command.”

“From whom, my father in law, or boss?”


Brian nodded. “Sunday.”

“And bring the kid with you.”

“The kid?”

“Your partner. Taylor.”

“No fucking way.”

“He’s new in town. Debbie wants to meet him.”

“If I see him.”

“He’s your partner, why wouldn’t you see him?”

“He’s going deep undercover.”

“As what?”

“One of Sap’s employees.”

“Shit, the kid’ll get himself killed.”

Brian didn’t say anything. It was the same issue he’d been struggling with since Justin had declared his intentions. “He’s a big boy. Let him make his own mistakes.”

“He’s your partner. You’d better be there to…”

Brian walked out of Horvath’s office before he got a lecture on protecting his partner. He didn’t need to hear that shit right now.

He was antsy all day. He went home to take a shower and found Justin standing by the door to his loft.

“What are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk about the case and I can’t be seen near the station, or hanging around your building.”

“You got the job?”

“I start tonight at nine.”

“So what do you need?”

“I need someone I can get the information to. Nothing I learn does any good if it can’t be corroborated and documented.”

“Big words.”

“Fuck off.”

Brian nodded and opened the door to the loft. Justin followed him in.

“I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be at Babylon.”

“I don’t need you there.”

“I’m not going for you. I’m meeting a friend.”

“A date.”

“I don’t do dates.”

“Then who?”

“A friend. Christ, are you always this nosy?”

“I’m a detective.”

“No you’re not.”

“I will be one day.”

Not if you don’t learn better interrogation methods.”

Justin shrugged. “I’ll leave the information in your mailbox, but I need a key.”

“Meet me back here tomorrow with anything you learn.” Brian hesitated. “Meet me here at three.”

“I might have to…”

“Just meet me back here when you’re done there.”

Justin nodded.


Justin turned around. “Yeah?”

“Debbie wants you to come to dinner on Sunday.”

“Who’s Debbie?”

“Horvath’s wife.”

“Dinner with the boss?”

“No, dinner with the boss’s boss, and a myriad of freaks, but I’m required to bring you so you’d better show up.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“Meet me here. I’ll drive.”

Justin smiled.

“It’s not a date.”

“Clearly, you don’t do dates.”

Brian sighed. “You’re not going to find out anything dancing in a cage.”

“And what are you gonna find out getting drunk off your ass, high on poppers and fucking some guy in the backroom?”

Brian said nothing as he poured himself a scotch. “Don’t you have something to get waxed before your big debut?”

Justin grinned again. “You weren’t complaining last night.”

“Yes, you’re very hygienic.” Brian pressed his hand against Justin’s chest; his plan was to push him out the door. Justin leaned in and kisses Brian. His plan was shot to hell.

He was leaning forward and about to kiss Justin when he hesitated. He saw the question in the blond’s eyes and then leaned down to devour his mouth. Justin was unbuttoning Brian’s shirt and licking down his chest. He kneeled in front of him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. Brian bit back a smile.

The glass of scotch was in his hand but it was now of the utmost importance that it be somewhere else. His hands needed to be in Justin’s hair. He put the glass precariously on the bar stool and slid his fingers through the soft locks. Justin’s hands found his hips and pulled him closer, deeper as he deep throated him. Brian’s head fell back and he restrained himself from pistoning his hips and fucking the kid’s face. He felt Justin’s tongue, flat and rough, hot and wet, slide along the base of his shaft and rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting back the sounds he was close to allowing himself. His back bowed and he came hard. Justin stood up, kissing Brian.

Brian pushed Justin back against the loft door, sucking on his neck. He moved the stupid orange t-shirt, chosen, he was sure, to make Justin look more like a twink, and less like an officer of the law. He sucked on one of his nipples and was surprised to find a nipple ring there. He knew it had not been there yesterday. He looked up questioningly.

Justin shrugged. “Cops aren’t allowed to have them, this will at least throw some people off.”

Brian nodded and flicked at it with his tongue. “Hurt?”

Justin shook his head and pressed his nipple into Brian’s mouth. “I’ve had worse.”

Brian ignored whatever the hell that feeling was. So the kid had felt worse, hadn’t everyone?

He flicked it again and felt the change in Justin’s breathing. He moved his tongue slowly down Justin’s chest and pale flat belly, plunging his tongue into his belly button and enjoying the surprised gasp the action elicited.

He unbuttoned Justin’s jeans with expert ease and was licking the head of his hard cock before Justin’s hands could find purchase in his hair. Eventually Justin gave up any pretense of controlling Brian’s movements. His hands pressed flat against the metal door and his body rocked into Brian’s mouth. When he came Brian’s hands were squeezing his ass. His tongue was swirling the head and his lips had formed a tight wet pressure around his shaft.

Brian stood up and leaned his weight against Justin’s, trapping him between his body and the door. He had a feeling that might be the only thing keeping the kid from falling to the floor. He hoped his smile didn’t look too gratified. He knew it probably did.

After a few moments, when Justin’s breathing was back to a relatively normal level he pulled away. “Be careful tonight.”

Justin nodded.

“The Sap will let you dance on the bar if you let him blow you.”

Justin shook his head. “I don’t need to dance on the bar, I just need access to…”

Brian nodded. “Smart move but watch it, I’ve known this guy for years. He’s a sleaze.”

Justin finished buttoning his jeans. “I think he’s dealing E that’s been stepped on with something seriously toxic to his customers, who he fucks is NOT what makes him a sleaze.”

Brian laughed and Justin turned to go. “I’ll be by tomorrow after your shift.”

Brian shook his head. “Tonight, after yours, or I’m coming to find you and blowing your cover.”

Justin smiled and nodded.

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