Suddenly the door was yanked open and he reached in to drag me out, shaking me a little by the front of my shirt. “Alright you bastard,” He snarled. I tensed, confused as fuck as he yanked me away from the patrol car, flipping me around and grabbing my arm to twist it behind my back hard enough for it to hurt a little. “We’re going to get you sorted out for being a bad, bad sapien!”

“What the heck?!” I snapped as he marched me into the station, past other peacekeepers and desks to go down a long hall. “Terry!” I shouted as we turned another corner, Tosser – Terry – kicking open the door with his picture- a very stern looking Tosser – nailed to it.

He shoved me in. I stumbled forward tripping to fall over a large desk.

The door slammed shut and suddenly he was on me, wrapped over my back as I stared with wide eyes as his monitor to see it was my student ID.

Jesus Christ.

“This doing it for you, you little freak?” He growled in my ear.

I groaned and slowly kicked back at him, because oh my God, he was fucking playing with me.

Terry snickered as he pulled away, dancing over to where his cabinet was behind his desk to open it. When he pulled out a stick that suddenly extended and sparked I jolted, standing up fast and stumbling backwards to slam into the door in panic.

“Relax!” He laughed as the sparks on the end of the stick died, “This was just in the way of my other things!” The stick snapped back down into it’s shorter form and he tossed it aside, the item bouncing off the wall by my face before it fell to the ground. I looked back to him to see he was pulling out what looked like a soldier’s hood, something novus in the military wore that covered their head, neck and top of their shoulders that protected them form bites and bullets. He held it up and smiled at me, “Guess whose going to be a prison of war!” He laughed, pointing to me.

“NOPE.” I said, shaking my head. His smile faltered. “NOT TODAY. TODAY I AM REALLY NOT IN THE MOOD.”

“No playtime?” he frowned, his shoulders falling as his hand dropped as his hood came to hang at his side.

“NO.” I paused, adding then “Just a quickie.”

He grinned and nodded, going to put the hood away before he came over and grabbed me roughly by the front of my shirt, yanking me away from the door to throw me down on the table. It didn’t hurt, he controlled my weight so I wasn’t actually falling and instead being roughly laid down, but it was very forceful and it was kinda doing it for me.

I mean, it was really doing it for me.

He tried to kiss me and I turned my face. “I’m not freaking kissing you, ash mouth,” I spat, “Plus I’m freaking pissed about that whole show you did in front of my brother – I nearly pissed myself! I don’t like that! Don’t involve my family EVER again!”

“Noted.” He said with a hard nod before he suddenly swooped down and slammed his mouth into mine. I grabbed his face and pulled on his ears, Tosser shoving his tongue into my mouth and dominating the weird kiss thing we were doing, where I was very confused how we got here and then just went with it because it felt really, really good, kissing him back aggressive.

I snapped back and scowled at him.

“Why don’t I taste smoke?”

“I rinsed my mouth out with Ciggy Go before I went into the bookstore. It makes the taste of cigarettes-”

“I know what it is.” I scowled, yanking him back down for a kiss. He started to climb up onto his desk when there was a muted beep. He suddenly climbed back off of the desk while we continued to kiss, keeping our mouths joined as he yanked me up onto my feet, spun us, and then walked me backwards to slam me against the door to his office.

We kissed like dying men and I was all for it, moaning as I threw myself in the kiss, my entire world narrowed down to where our mouths were connected-

There was a sharp knock behind my head and jolted.

He pulled back and opened the door a little to stare out the crack while I caught my breath. He grunted at whoever was there, a hand holding a tablet shoved through the door. He scratched his claw over it to put his signature on it before the hand withdrew with the tablet, the door closing again for Tosser to lock.

He kissed my lips shortly before he made me meet his gaze, his yellow eyes bright but swallowed up by his blown pupils. “You do get...that I’m courting you, right?”

I stared at him. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

He yanked me hard by the front of my shirt and slammed our mouths back together, sloppily kissing me and making loud, obnoxious kissing noises. When I rolled my eyes and turned my face, complaining about all the noise he made, He licked my jaw and then yanked my shirt up to stick his face under it.

“What the hell?!” I demanded as he started to roughly kiss along my chest, nipping at the skin there and making me jerk a little from the surprise.

“Do you want others to see marks on your neck?” He asked against my skin before he moaned, lavishing my chest with his kisses.

I stood there stupidly, rubbing my chin before I decided no, that would be a very bad idea. I reached down and held onto his shoulders, kicking my legs up to wrap around his waist, Tosser making an amused noise before he pulled off of where he had been sucking on one of my nipples, reaching up to pull my shirt off of the top of his head to grin at me.

He stared up at me with his big stupid grin and said around his smile “Tell me you love me.”

“I just met you,” I said in a crabby tone, slamming our mouths together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked them there and he reached between us to to unzip my pants, yanking them down by my hips just enough for him to pull my semi hard cock out, Tosser doing wild things with his tongue against mine as his longer fingers stroked me with such gentle firmness I felt like an instrument.

And I was, I guess, because his touches made me moan like a whore, and he hummed along like I used to when I played guitar at church. He just carried on like it was nothing, but I didn’t feel like it was nothing.

I felt like my actual world was being pulled apart and the molten core was just…pouring out all over space, and someone was just collecting my goo and pouring it into some hallow planet, like – like they were separating the white out of an egg yolk, and-

And I was just feeling a lot of things right now.

But mostly his tongue and fingers.

I held onto him as tightly as I could as he stroked me, and I don’t know when he lubed up his fingers, but they were wet for sure, and the noises!

I sighed into his mouth and he pressed his mouth hard against mine, his tongue sliding down my mouth until I almost choked on it, but I knew he did that on purpose because I put a question mark next to ‘breath play’ and no, I didn’t hate it.

I turned my face and he made this sort of breathy moan and I sighed hard, calling him a pervert – or trying to, because it came out strained and squeaky when he twisted his hand and his thumb started to pay extra attention to my needy, sensitive cockhead.

I buried my forehead against where my arms were wrapped around his neck as I panted, rolling my hips up into his hand because I couldn’t focus on on anything else as I quickly neared my orgasm.

He turned his face to press his lips to my ears, growling “I’m going to bounce you on my dick, church mouse-”

“Have to get hard first,” I moaned back, Tosser stifling a laugh. I kept one arm wrapped around his neck while I moved the other to grab on his hair, pulling it as I worked all my lower muscles to roll into his fingers, which obnoxiously kept their steady pace. “Faster,” I panted, gasping and letting out a loud moan when he did so, Tosser pressing a firm, slow kiss against my ear and moaning a little into it as I came hard into his hand. I turned my face and just barely caught his mouth, Tosser having to make some weird angles with his neck to lock our lips together for those few second as I finished cumming.

When I was done my legs fell away form his hips and I slid down the wall, Tosser shoving a knee between my legs so I can to sit on it. I panted as I stared at him, my face scrunching up as he sucked my cum off of his fingers, one by one.

When he was done he gave me a big wet grin and I put my hand against his mouth. “If you kiss me right now….I will vomit on you.”

He hummed behind my hand, kissing my palm.

I sighed, swallowing thickly as I pressed my hand against his face and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall.

What the heck was I doing?

Messing around with a novus – a male novus?

This was way, way beyond just harmless fun.

This was…

Personal.

And affectionate, and-

Tosser grabbed my wrist and pulled my hands away from his face, reaching down then to pull my shirt back up and go back under to return to marking up my chest.

I stared over his head at his desk.

“Are you sucking a cross in to my chest?” I asked lowly. He hummed and I rolled my eyes but listlessly hung my arms over his shoulder.

I tried to focus on enjoying the post orgasm buzz, my head struggling to fully wrap around the fact that a man – a young man, my age – was moaning and humming and licking and kissing and nipping against my skin – and I was just…

So fucked.

I felt so thoroughly fucked.

And it was good.

I sat there on his knee for what felt like an hour before I stood, my nipples and skin around it sore and raw feeling, his lips puffy when he pulled off of me with a questioning look. I pulled on his ears and kissed his lips, Tosser letting me kiss him before I stood, fixed my shit, and told him to ‘fix this’.

He went over and sat behind his desk to type while I fixed my pants, and after five minutes, he got a card that gave a case number on it in case anyone wanted to get an update on my report. It wouldn’t say anything on it about what I said, but it would say it was being investigated and had a top priority.

He then stuck it in his teeth and told me to get it with my mouth, but I yanked it out and demanded he drive me back to campus.

He did, and when I got back to my dorms, I gave the card to my brother, who them called my Dad to fill him in.

And then I went to my room, laid on my bed, and stared at the ceiling for the rest of the day.