Walking In My Shoes
by Shadowfox and Dr Ruthless
Disclaimer: Since John Woo and Alliance decided it was way more fun to blow them up, we hereby claim the boys as our very own. The song "Walking in my Shoes" is by Martin Gore and is reproduced here without permission.
Pairing: Vic/Mac
Rated: A for naughty boy/boy things.
Series: 1. Walking In My Shoes, 2: It's No Good, 3: Never Let Me Down Again, 4: Barrel of a Gun, 5: Waiting for the Night, 6: Nothing
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I would say about the things they've put me through the pain Ive been subjected to but the Lord himself oh would blush.
The countless feasts laid at my feet Forbidden fruits for me to eat But I think your pulse Would start to rush
Now Im not looking For absolution Forgiveness for the things I do And before you come To any conclusions Try Walking In My Shoes Try Walking In My Shoes...
The '97 Dodge truck gleamed under the streetlights, and the two agents who sat within the cab were both a little restless. The younger man in particular was agitated, and shifted restlessly in his seat as he tried to find a comfortable position.
"Jeez, Mansfield. Must you play that crap all the time?" He was whining, and he knew it, but the enforced inactivity was more than he could endure.
Victor Mansfield turned to his partner and fixed him with his very best jaded stare.
"This is not crap. *This* is music," he said in his low, husky voice. "Not like the junk you listen to." He closed his eyes, leant back against the seat and began nodding his head in time to the sultry John Lee Hooker blues that was playing.
Mac snorted. "You would think that, wouldn't you? It goes with the Elvis poster... "
"What?" Vic's voice hit the upper registers and his head whipped around to regard the man beside him. "What Elvis poster?"
"You're so damned staid. I bet you have one of those Elvis paintings on velvet hanging over your bed." Mac glanced at Victor from beneath his lashes in an attempt to see what effect the jibes might be having on him. Vic was sitting upright now, and his face was flushed. Bullseye!
Victor pulled a face at the younger man.
"Ick! That is *so* tacky." How in hell could Mac think he'd be *that* backward?
"So are you," Mac shot back irritatedly. He hated this assignment, hated his life even more; and Victor was always the easiest target for his frustrations.
"Yeah?" Vic growled, knowing he was being sucked in and not caring.
"Yeah," Mac challenged, daring the older man to deny it.
Victor opened his mouth to speak again but, "Mac..." was all he managed before his partner interrupted him.
"Just look at you. You never change. Don't you ever progress? Move on? Live a little?" Mac was getting into his stride now. He'd made a hobby of needling Vic and it looked as though tonight was a good night to indulge.
Victor snorted at that. "I have hidden depths, thank you. And what about you? You act like you're 14 most of the time."
Mac turned to survey his companion, and smiled a slow, taunting smile as he shook his head.
"Your depths are so well hidden you can't even find them, Victor. At least I can accept changes... look at new things. I'm not tied to the past the way you are."
Victor looked hurt. The crease at the top of his nose wrinkled, and he appeared to be treating Mac's words to some kind of introspective scrutiny.
"It's not a bad thing to know where you come from, Mac," he said hesitantly.
Mac gazed at Victor, taking in the large, expressive eyes and the earnest expression. He's so pretty, he thought. Why is he so straight?
"Where do you come from, Victor?" he asked, in a voice that was probably softer and kinder than he'd really meant it to sound.
Vic's eyes opened wide. A little shocked by the question and the thrill that ran through him at the softness in Mac's voice he asked incredulously, "What?"
Mac smirked a bit, replied, "I asked you where you came from. Gonna tell me?"
Victor looked at the younger man for a long moment and shook his head in wonder. Where did that come from? He finally went on with his thought as though Mac had never spoken. "He who forgets the past is doomed to repeat it..."
Mac was frustrated. Vic just kept on ducking him. "Yeah? Like this fucking tape, I suppose," he snapped.
Vic looked over at the younger man and sighed. He was tired of the constant posturing. "Tell you what, Mac...how about we compromise? Look in the glovebox."
The young man wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously, and Vic sighed again. When would he learn to keep his big mouth shut? Sure enough, the expected smart aleck remark floated across.
"You gonna compromise me with whatever you've got in the glovebox? " Mac was opening the glove compartment even as he spoke, and didn't see the wince or the withering look that Victor threw his way.
"Oh, great, a copy of the Karma Sutra and a six pack," crowed Mac, determined to get some kind of a rise out of his partner.
"What?" the older man spluttered, attempting unsuccessfully to nudge his irritating partner out of the way. "Move over," he muttered.
Mac refused to give ground. "Uh... What am I looking for, Mansfield?" Vic sat back when he realized that Mac was teasing him yet again.
"Um, tape?" he muttered again, and waited expectantly for Mac to pull the item out.
Mac deliberately retrieved the wrong kind of tape. "Duct tape," he said with a smirk, "you're gonna tie me up and ravish me?" Take a hint, Mansfield, he thought as he surveyed the other man's mounting frustration.
Vic sighed again. Damn, the kid was exasperating. "Brat," he replied, not caring whether Ramsey liked it or not. He leaned over and muscled into Mac's space, finally coming up with what he wanted. "You like Depeche Mode?"
Mac gasped a little as Vic leaned over him. "Uh... Violator? Yeah," he fought frantically to keep himself under control as he felt the heat of that body so close to him.
Victor shivered in response to the small intake of breath above him. "Um...no," he stuttered. What the hell was wrong with him tonight? He was usually cooler than this around his partner.
Mac was very still. Vic somehow always managed to make his head spin, despite the fact that he knew the other man was not only straight but as square as...as an 8-track. Mac knew that if the other man ever got an inkling of how he really felt, he'd probably not see Victor for dust.
Despite his efforts to stay silent, he heard his own very croaky voice. "I'm..uh... It's... Oh, good grief, Vic." He put his hand out to touch Vic's hair as the older man leant across his lap, fumbling in the glove box. "In Your Room - is that one on there? It's an astonishing song."
Victor straightened, the tape held triumphantly in his hand and moved to hand it to Mac. " 'In Your Room is on 'Songs Of Faith and Devotion'," he declared. "Go ahead...put it in."
"Uh..." Mac, visions of Victor leaning down to bury his face against the definite hard-on he seemed to be sporting, was temporarily at sea. The lightbulb inside his head finally began to shine through the patina of lust that had temporarily darkened it. "Oh, yeah, the tape..."
He punched the button that ejected the offending John Lee Hooker, and inserted the new one. Victor closed his eyes and bopped to the beat, unaware of the effect he was having on the hapless ex-thief. Mac sat back in his own seat, trying his damnedest not to look at Vic, and failing lamentably. He just couldn't seem to take his eyes off the man sitting beside him.
Victor finally looked over at his companion when the driving bass line of 'I Feel You' died away to find Mac staring at him in amazement and grinned sunnily. "I love that song," he said, "it's been a real long time."
Mac shook his head a bit to clear it. He could grow to like this side of Vic - hell, maybe even more than that. "So tell me about you, Vic," he said determinedly. "Don't you ever dream?"
The smile faded, to be replaced by a thoughtful look. "Yeah...I used to," his tones were reluctant, "...and then my life fell apart. So I try not to now." Mac could have kicked himself.
"Lives do that, don't they?" Soft, understanding, infinitely gentle as he realized that Vic had suffered as much as he on their paths to where they were now.
"Yeah." Vic's voice was just as soft, a smoky, velvet rasp in the dark.
"We're fucking ghost men since she got her clutches on us," Mac mused bitterly.
Victor looked down at the floor. There was no sense denying it. "Yeah, we're gonna die here, you know."
Mac startled at the grimness in Vic's tone. "Tonight, you mean?"
Victor looked over quickly. "No, in general," he said. "She's got us here and she's gonna use us up and throw us away like so much garbage."
"Don't you ever want anything?" Mac's voice was raw in the half-light, and his face twisted as he spoke. "I mean anything that you can have? I don't suppose I'll leave grandchildren lamenting me, but it would be nice to think that if I died, someone, somewhere...ah, fuck it!"
"What?" Vic sat, staring out at the dimly lit street, his face a mask of concentration. "Mac, what are you talking about?"
"It's okay, Vic. I just get this trapped feeling." Mac turned to take in Vic's face. The other man sat, his face a mask of anguish. His voice fell to a whisper. "Take a look at you. You must have wanted better than this at some time?"
Vic reached out to put his hand on Mac's leg, the instinctive gesture causing Mac to flinch. The hand lay, hot on Mac's knee. "I know what you mean. Yeah, there used to be things, but then I got framed and it all went to dust."
Mac shuddered at the feel of this man's hand on his knee, so close to where he'd spent long nights fantasizing about it being. "Jeez, Vic," he breathed.
Victor narrowed his eyes as he saw the shallow breathing and the felt the tremors under his palm. "Mac, you okay?" he asked, thinking his partner might be ill. "What's wrong? Did we miss the guy?"
Mac sighed, remembering this was his partner; his straight, by the book, moral, upright partner. "Nothing. It's no use anyway," he whispered sadly. "He didn't leave yet."
But Victor had heard what came before, and he turned Mac's face to his. Looking deep into his eyes, he said, "Mac, talk to me."
Mac wanted to believe so badly, so much that somebody like Vic could care about him.
"I...," he started, then changed tack. "You know what I want?" Then choking on fear, he turned flippant. "Ahhh... Forget it. Hell, what was I thinking?"
But Victor wouldn't be put off. "Mac," just one word, neither a question nor a demand. "Please talk to me."
And suddenly Mac Ramsey had had enough. "Fuck this, I'll do better than that!" he growled and grabbed a stunned, beautiful Victor Mansfield and kissed him--hard and hot and full on the lips.
Victor put up one hand to Mac's shoulder and pushed ineffectually, his vague struggle a mere formality, or so it seemed to Mac, who couldn't stop, couldn't go back right now. His senses were all on overload as he sank himself into the kiss. There was a moment of stretching time, and then suddenly Victor sighed and opened his lips against the press of Mac's mouth, turning his face to deepen the kiss.
Mac, encouraged, moaned, and slid his tongue tentatively past the barrier of Vic's teeth, and on to taste the man he'd fantasized about for so long. Meeting no protest and feeling Vic's own tongue begin to duel in response, he pulled Vic against his chest, until he was pressed up against Mac, and leaving one hand against Vic's cheek, he slipped the other around his waist to hold him close.
Eyes closed as he savored Victor, open to him at last, he almost leapt from his skin when Vic started pulling at his clothes, doing his best to yank the shirt from his pants. He pulled back a little way, and opened his eyes to gaze into Victors. The other man was panting, and far from punching him out, he was still pulling at his shirt, and Mac could hear him mumbling, "Want you... Want you now."
When he realized exactly what Vic was saying, Mac pulled back a little more.
"Vic?" he asked uncertainly, "you mean...?"
Victor gave him that same sunny smile that Mac vowed to keep permanently on his face. "Please, baby," he whispered, "Wanted you for a while now."
Mac was stunned. All the wasted time... "So you..." he stammered.
Victor chuckled warmly. "Yeah."
The younger man blew out a harsh breath. "Oh, for Pete's sake...why the fuck didn't you tell me? I've been going crazy here..."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah." The declaration was nothing if not heartfelt.
Vic looked away for a moment. "Well, I just never thought you'd want somebody as boring as me."
Mac stared at him, dumbfounded. All he could think of was that this was Vic, in his arms, right here and now, and... and we're in a goddam truck. There's not even a back seat, damn it to hell. He swooped in to kiss Vic again, mashing his mouth hard against the soft lips that pressed so willingly against his.
As the kiss ended, Mac chuckled. "Fuck it, Mansfield, the least you could do is drive an RV."
Victor laughed, and peeped speculatively at him from beneath sinfully thick eyelashes. "There's no fun in that."
Mac was busy delving down into Vic's clothing, exploring under his shirt, peeling back the front to expose Victor's chest. "No fun in an RV?" he mumbled, between nibbles. "There's a bed." He nuzzled down to lick and suck on Victor's neck.
Victor laughed and began trying to undo Mac's pants. "You never wanted to do it in a truck, baby?" he asked with deceptive innocence.
Mac growled dangerously. "Seems like every time I try and get close to you the stick shift sticks me, and I don't mean in a good way," He suddenly yelped as he finally felt Vic's hand touching him. It was so much hotter than his fantasies...
Victor took pity on his soon-to-be lover and started looking around frantically for people. Not finding any, he whispered, "come with me," in his partner's ear and started to open the door.
Mac perversely hung back. "Victor?" His confusion made him so gorgeous. "Who are you looking for at 3am?"
Victor kissed him lightly. "Do you want to get arrested, baby?"
"Not tonight. Not unless it's you taking me in for interrogation," but he still looked dubious.
"Just come on," Vic whispered urgently. He got out of the truck and crept towards the back.
"Oh, you want to..." Mac was adorable and Vic wanted to pounce. "In there?" he squeaked. "Oh, God!"
Vic grinned evilly and stuck his tongue in Mac's ear, "...shhh...trust me." He led the other man around to the tailgate, unlocked it and flipped a switch just inside the narrow space, turning on a small light to reveal a camping mattress laid over with sleeping bags.
"Oh, baby...," Mac breathed.
Victor grinned at him, his face beaming at the idea of surprising the ex-thief for a change. "It's tight quarters, but it's better than the cab would be." So saying, he shimmied into the space and waved Mac in after him.
Once inside, Mac groaned and took Vic in his arms to pull him on top while his mouth searched out the other man's lips and clung to them, soft and hot. His head spun - dizzy with need.
Gasping, the two of them rolled, limbs in a tangle as they tried to press every inch of themselves to the other. Vic pulled away from Mac's lips to nip sharply at his ear lobe, and then murmured huskily, "And with the cover, we've got complete privacy." Mac glanced up, and then moved to pull the loosened corner of the cover over them, grinning sheepishly.
Victor eyed him with what could only be considered bad intent. "So whatcha think, baby?"
Mac couldn't hear him. "Come on, Vic," he muttered, "for God's sake help me get these jeans off you." He was kissing Victor hard, and feeling his head start to swim as he finally tasted his partner's skin. Then the question kicked in. "Oh god, Vic, people will see us?" he asked a little nervously. That canvas looked rather thin now that he thought about it; and the tailgate was still open too.
Victor cradled his sweet face. "Shhh, I told you to trust me," he soothed gently. "I've taken care of that. Don't worry. Just love me."
Mac swooped in to kiss Victor once more, and ended up trembling. Victor noticed the hesitation in his eyes. "What, baby? What's wrong?" Oh, god, he cant back out...he cant, I want him too badly.
Mac looked at Vic and said miserably, "It's just that we might miss the perp."
Just great, thought Vic, he has to pick now of all times to start worrying about work. Then he got a perverse little idea. "Okay," he sighed, and pushed off the loose corner of the cover. 1...2...
Macs response was almost instantaneous. "What? What the hell? Victor, where are you going?"
Gotcha, baby, the older man thought. "Well, we should watch out for the perp. We are working after all." He had an evil little grin on his face as Mac choked with rage.
"But this was your idea...you started this," Mac said helplessly, and then he noticed Vics expression. Mac turned on Vic and grabbed hold of him, pulling him in tight and grinding against him. "I'm gonna finish it too," he growled. "God, Vic, you make me crazy." Kissing Victor hard, he muttered, "Jeez, baby, get back down here in the back of the truck."
Victor chuckled. "Your wish is my command, babe," and with that, he shimmied himself back down into the space, replaced the cover, and snagged a strap with his foot. Mac was puzzled until Vic reached down and grabbed it to pull the tailgate shut.
Mac reached out trembling hands and ran them over Victor's cheeks. "Do you know how much I want you? Oh, Vic." He kissed Vic again, losing himself in the taste and the smell of him.
Long moments passed, and there were no words as they both lay, content to kiss and explore each other, parting clothes and diving onto each new patch of skin uncovered with glee. Vic looked at his new lover, a little puzzled.
"I've waited so long for this, Mac... I thought you were just into girls."
"So did I, baby," Mac said. "I don't understand it myself, but somehow you do things to me." Mac kissed Vic again, pulling him in to lie against his chest. "We're gonna get awfully bruised in here, but I'm gonna fuck you anyway."
"You were teasing me...just trying to annoy me," Vic panted at the declaration, then broke off to nibble at the ear that his lips had discovered in their ceaseless voyage of exploration.
Mac chortled. "I'm good at that. You have any idea how gorgeous you look when you get mad? Those eyes...," he groaned, and started to burrow into Vic's throat sucking on the skin beside his collar-bone until there was a bruise the size of a silver dollar. He reared up for a moment, surveying it with pride.
Victor flushed under the scrutiny, and the heat in Macs eyes made his cock want to punch a hole in his 501s. Blushing, he whispered, "you're the one with the beautiful eyes...big, dark, sexy...I want to fall into them and never come out again." Watching as Mac gently traced the mark with his finger, he remembered his lovers earlier statement. "Speaking of bruises, there was a reason I got the one with the large truck bed," he said mischievously.
Mac put his hand behind Vic's head, then paused, eyes wide. "What? What do you mean?. You knew you were gonna be making out in the back?" He was incredulous. Hidden depths indeed!
Vic was chuckling again. "Hey, I'm the one who never gets laid, remember? No...I actually got it for camping; sleeping on the cold ground is not my thing and the wide bed has more space between the floor and the top."
That explained the aftermarket dome light and switch set into the side panel. "Well, how much space do we need if you come down here with me?" Mac asked seductively, squirming his hips so that his silk-encased dick could rub against its rock-hard mate trapped in the tight denim of Vics jeans.
Victor hissed in pleasure and slid his hands down inside Mac's underwear to squeeze his ass. "Impatient," he growled affectionately. "I'm right here, lover, and I'm not going anywhere," he sensuously kneaded the strong muscles and moaned at the powerful flex of Macs hips as the movement brought them into contact again and again.
Mac started ripping at buttons with shaking hands as the sound made him harder than ever. "Oh, yes you are," he declared breathlessly. "You're coming with me. All the way, Vic. Right now."
Victor sighed dreamily. "Yes... oh, god, yeah...just like that... you are so hot Mac...," he again reached down into his lovers pants to wrap his hand around the burning erection he found there and gently caress the weeping tip with his thumb.
Mac growled and rolled over to pin Vic down while yanking up on his T-shirt. "Off! Off, dammit!"
He only managed to push the offending garment up Victor's chest with a small tear, and moaned, lying back and pulling Victor down so that he was half on top of him, strong body hard against him.
"Oh, please, baby, touch me...yeah. Just like that. You're the one that I thought was straight. I never dreamed... Oh, yes... " He lay, relishing the feelings as Vic's mouth roamed his torso, and then dove down himself to lick at the hollow of Vic's belly. "I wanna eat you. I wanna be inside you. Need you now, baby."
Victor was busy. He was kissing, nipping, and licking wherever his lips could touch, but he lifted his head at that to laugh at Mac's demands.
"Rip it off me, why don't you? ...Oh, shit...that's the spot, baby... do it all...whatever you want...I'm up for anything."
There was a loud tearing sound, and suddenly, Vic's T-shirt was two sleeves, and not much of anything else as Mac took his word for the deed and rent it asunder in a truly impressive show of impatience.
Victor laughed delightedly at the show of possessiveness and said, "leave me something to get home in, Mac."
Mac licked his way up to one pink nipple and latched on, tugging at it with teeth just this side of razor sharp. "You're going nowhere without me, baby," he growled and started tearing at Vic's jeans.
Victor yipped in pleasured distress. "Yikes! Wait, baby... slow down a little," and he hastened to shimmy out of the offending denim.
"I've waited for so long already," was the heartfelt plea, but he pulled back, just a little. "Take them off, Vic, please, take them off."
Victor did so, grinning evilly as he revealed the fact that he was wearing no skivs, "There ya go, baby."
Mac gasped. "Oh, fuck! You were like that all this time?"
Victor gazed at him through slitted, smoldering eyes. "Yup."
Mac felt as though he'd somehow stepped though a hole in the space-time continuum. This was Vic? His mind reeled.
"Oh, my..." He dropped his head down to nuzzle into Vic's groin, lapping up the fluid that had begun to bead on the head of his cock. "You're too much. How come I never knew?"
The other man was moaning as Mac assaulted his most sensitive areas with hot mouth and lashing tongue. As Mac went down on him with a vengeance he thrashed, and found the breath to stammer out, "I told...you...had...depth." It was almost too much for him. He grabbed Mac's short hair to still his onslaught. "Hey, let me turn around."
Mac mumbled around the mouthful of cock, not wanting to give it up right at that moment and then yelped as Victor yanked at his hair more fiercely. "Vic, baby, wanna taste you.. Let me..."
"Well, I wanna taste you too," said the ex-cop indignantly. "Let's go together, please?"
Mac looked into his lover's bright jade eyes and felt himself twitch hard. "Better hurry up then, baby. I'm gonna come just looking at you if you don't do...something with me." It was nothing less than the truth. Struggling to get out of his own clothes, buttons were flying all over the tiny space as he lost patience.
Victor muttered, "it's my favorite position. Here, let me help...," when he saw the battle ensue. Mac was on overload.
"Your favorite...? What?" He couldn't make sense of the non-sequitur, moaning as he was, and only half listening as he tried to take Vic's cock into his mouth.
Vic finally got him naked - and moaned at the sight. "Jesus, baby...you're beautiful...69, Mac...it's my favorite...," he wasn't much better, and he decided to skip talking altogether in favor of tasting the hard proud flesh in front of him. It was heaven.
For Mac, it was more than heaven. Vic's mouth was as talented as any he'd ever experienced, and he found himself wondering..."God, Vic, how many...? I mean... Oh, fuck!" He subsided as Victor swallowed him deep, and then shrugged mentally and reciprocated, allowing Victor's cock to slide in past his tongue and into his throat with a groan.
Victor hissed, his breath puffing out around Mac's cock and he whimpered, "Oh god, so good..."
The ex-thief agreed completely. He moaned slightly, and his hands crept around to hold Victor's thighs while he tried to swallow him whole. Vic was sucking him hard, humming as he reached around to find and finger Mac's tight bud, caressing him and practically driving him out of his mind. He'd just decided that he couldn't take any more when Vic pulled away a little and began to lick at the head of Mac's cock, teasing it delicately while Mac stifled a scream.
Victor waited until Mac's legs were quivering and his muffled cries were desperate before plunging down hard and working his throat around Mac to push him over the edge and make him come harder and faster. It didn't take long, because Mac was pretty much there, and Vic's muffled hums of pleasure were all he'd really needed to make the top of his head explode. He wondered if somebody could die from too much pleasure. He certainly hoped not.
Victor, for his part, pulled back to taste Mac as he felt the heavy pulsing start, and came hard as he heard Mac's cries of fulfillment around his own flesh. But Mac was still sucking like a man possessed. He couldn't get enough of Vic, and he kept on sucking with little moans of ecstasy as the last drops of Victor's essence slid onto his hot tongue. Victor cried out, and finally pulled back as the stimulation was too much.
"Mac, please..."
Mac looked up, dazed. "OH, baby," he moaned, and slid up to hold Vic close.
Victor smiled and kissed him gently, erotically as he realized that he could taste himself on Mac's lips. Heaven; he was sure of it. "Jesus, Mac," he whispered, "how can you do this to me? How can you make me so nuts?"
The idea that he was making Victor nuts was somehow appealing to him. Mac threaded his fingers through Vic's hair, gently now, and kissed him back, putting his soul into the meeting of their lips.
"I dunno, Victor... just talent, I guess." He snickered gently as Victor moaned 'Brat! into his mouth. "Do you think we can do this again without the obligatory fight next time?"
Vic eyed him, his eyes shadowed in the gloom of the back of the truck, and his voice, when he spoke, was tight, as though he was expecting to be rejected.
"D-do you want to? Do it again, that is?"
Mac took his time, kissing Vic again most thoroughly while he wondered just how someone as amazing as Vic could ever get such poor self esteem. Finally he took pity on Vic.
"Do you think you're ever gonna get rid of me now? Dream on, buddy."
He felt Vic's arms tighten around him convulsively, and nuzzled into his neck as Vic strained against him.
"Huh? Mac, don't think you have to say that, okay?"
Mac turned fierce. "Shut the fuck up, Mansfield. You have no choice in the matter. You belong to me now. Any questions?"
Victor started laughing. "Oh, really? You're so butch, baby. I think I like it."
"You'd better believe it, baby. And you're my bitch now. Got it?" he grinned cheekily, waiting to see how his beautiful lover would react.
"Excuse me?" Vic's voice went up questioningly and he grinned back. "I'm nobody's bitch," he replied haughtily.
Mac fluttered his eyelashes at the other man. "Gonna fight me?" he teased.
Victor turned smoldering once more. "Nope...gonna fuck you, and then I'm gonna make love to you till you beg for mercy," he leaned into his partner's ear and nipped it before whispering, "and then we'll see who's the bitch."
Mac gasped in reaction to the hot bolt of lust that sizzled through him. "When?" he panted. "Now?"
Victor smiled. "Unfortunately, no," he laughed at Mac's pout. "As nice as this is, we are supposed to be working," he kissed the end of Mac's nose, "and I want you in a proper bed, loverboy." Then he dropped his voice an octave and said, "but the fuck I can arrange for very, very soon."
Mac pouted a little more. "Did we lose him?" he asked breathlessly. "Is he gone? We can go home, right?" He checked his watch. "We've got at least another 6 hours before the Director kills us," he knew he was looking desperate, but he didn't think he could wait for the perp to show himself tonight, if he ever did.
"Down, boy," Victor scolded playfully, and then froze as he heard a noise close by. "Shhh," he cautioned as Mac went to speak again. "Did you hear that?" It was the distinct sound of a car break-in, coming from the front of his truck. Thinking that no good deed went unpunished, he growled, "Jesus, Mac. Only me...shit like this only happens to me." He very carefully poked his head up to see their target getting into his front seat. "Congratulations. Guess who's stealing my truck?"
Sticking his head up out of the cover for just a minute, Mac could see that it was all too terribly true. The villain that they'd waited all night to shadow had chosen that very moment to make off with Victor's beloved truck. Words somehow seemed inadequate.
"Baby, I... I'm sorry." It was really hard to keep a straight face as he spoke.
Victor was having a battle of his own as he struggled to find his pants and get them on while lying on his back in a swaying truck under an ex-member of the Chinese Mafia. The grunts and groans were more than a little arousing, and Mac was still having great difficulty not laughing.
"It's not your fault. It's just my karma," said Victor breathlessly and then went still as a terrible thought occurred to him. "Oh, shit! Mac, where's your gun?"
Mac rolled to lie on top of him, effectively stilling Vic's panic, and for a moment there were no more words as their mouths met once again. When he did speak, it was to try and reassure his nervous partner.
"My gun, in my boot, why?" He wasn't fighting laughter any more. Now he was fighting the urge to cover Vic and fuck him senseless. It didn't seem quite appropriate at that moment. He tried again. "Slow down, baby. We're going with him. He won't get there any faster than we will."
The words that followed brought the giggles bubbling back up to make things difficult for him. Vic's voice was tragic as he announced, "'Cause mine's in the cab."
Mac chortled helplessly into Vic's shoulder. "Oh, fuck, Victor...that's...that's," he couldn't even finish the sentence from laughing so hard.
"Tell me about it," Vic grumbled. "Jeez, it's not that funny."
Mac sobered with an effort. "It'll be okay, lover. Hey, he doesn't know we're here, right?"
Victor grimaced as their perp squealed around a corner. "Oh, man...he's gonna grind my brakes into the ground!" he muttered savagely. "Not yet... but we're gonna have to do something fast, Mac," he started to panic again.
"Calm down," Mac soothed. "In that case, we've got him. He's gotta get out of the truck eventually, and when he does, you jump his back, and I'll cover you both," he grinned evilly, "seeing as I have a weapon." He grabbed Victor when they were thrown together as they rounded another corner at a rather high rate of speed. "Woah, baby. Want me again so soon?" he teased.
Victor, however, was still muttering about his lover's off the cuff plan, "...Oh, yeah...that's a plan...that works...way to go, Mac..."
Mac couldn't resist pushing Vic's buttons a little more as they were once again thrown together. "Please, you're insatiable, baby."
By now, Victor had had enough. "Maaaac...," he warned.
"Yeah?" Mac couldn't help it, he was enjoying this.
"Shut up and put your pants on," there was no room for argument.
Mac sighed heavily. "Oh, come on, Vic...where's your sense of humor?"
"I lost it when the perp we were supposed to be watching stole my truck," was the answer as Vic tried to pull the tatters of his dignity back around himself along with his shredded t-shirt. Mac pouted and started putting on clothes, muttering about buttons.
Victor smiled softly. He felt bad for making Mac feel bad. "Mac?" he whispered.
"Gonna wear nothing but zippers from now on," floated up from the darkness.
"Yeah?" Victor was surprised into a quick burst of laughter as Mac wrestled with his clothing. "Thats good, because I meant what I said about that fuck." He seized Mac's hair and kissed him quickly, pressing hard against him. Suddenly, the truck swerved in and pulled up. Vic released the ex-thief and the two of them poised, taut and waiting.
"Hold that thought, love. Here we go." Mac was ready.
"So don't go doing anything stupid." The words were out before he could recall them, and Mac looked back at him, aggrieved.
"Me? Stupid?" He grinned boyishly, and Vic rolled his eyes but grinned back.
"On three, okay?" The husky voice was breathy in his ear as they heard the perp open the door to the cab. "1...2..."
"3... Now!" Mac's voice was full of excitement as he hurled himself over the top of the truck, gun at the ready. "Hold it right there, sport."
Victor exploded out of the truck bed and grabbed the bad guy from behind, subduing him long enough for Mac to cuff him to the back of the truck.
"Get your gun, Victor. I'll call it in," Mac grinned a crazy triumphant grin at his partner.
But Victor was muttering again. "She's gonna have a field day with this; I can see it now: 'well, well, Mr. Mansfield...this is certainly in-ter-rest-ting...fuck, why me? I hope you're happy," he snarled at the hapless perp as he whapped him across the back of the head. "I never get laid," he sighed unhappily as he realized just what he was in for over the rest of the night.
His partner walked over, and heedless of their wide-eyed quarry, allowed his lips to skate over the broad expanse of Victor's chest. He then mumbled, his mouth full, "Yeah, doesn't it piss you off?" When he'd gotten that glazed, hot look back in those incredible eyes, he said, "Well, whatever happens, you're coming home with me tonight."
Victor was incandescent. "Yeah?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yeah. I may or may not ever let you go again." Mac was beaming now, and Vic laughed as Mac fumbled for his cell phone to call Dobrinsky and tell him that they had arrested the perp and were bringing him in.
"That's fine by me." Vic reached into the truck to snag his gun once more, and then turned back as Mac scooped up the perp bodily. "Hey, Mac?"
Mac tossed the perp into the bed of the truck. "Yeah, babe. What? He moved around to climb back into the cab.
"What size bed do you have?" There was an evil grin on Vic's face, and Mac thought he could get used to it really fast.
"Unh... extra tall, queen size. Why?" He wasn't sure where this was going.
Victor eyed him and licked his lips. Mac felt himself stiffening up again, and knew that he was never going to be bored again.
"'Cause we're gonna need a king."
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