Need Cape Nor Cowl

Part Six: What One Wants

Gordon: "Awwww you're embarrassed, aren't you?"

"No... no not embarrassed." Gordon could barely see over the dashboard as he was hunched over. His hair was sticking out in places because he kept scratching his head in agitation. He indeed, wasn't embarrassed. When Montoya found the list, it was a very different feeling he felt. And when she insisted on coming along to make sure he had all of the right stuff because he obviously had a date, he nearly panicked.

She smiled at him from the driver's side. Behind them in the backseat were piled grocery bags because, with a woman along, Gordon ended up with twice as much as he originally intended to buy, and champagne three times as expensive and even new plates so he wouldn't have to serve them on so he wouldn't have to use his wife's old ones (Renee told him that would put other women off). "You don't hide your expressions well, Commissioner."

"I don't?" he asked with a little concern, sitting up a little and shifting his eyes over to her.

"I knew you were embarrassed! Look at you! You're like a teenager in denial! It's so cute."

"I should get you on sexual harassment for calling me cute, detective," James said in a snarky tone and crossed his arms.

"We're not on duty, Commissioner, so it's Renee," she said, pulling in front of his house. "So how long is it before she gets here?"

Gordon's eyes widened in another set in of almost panic. He glanced toward the house, hoping to god Arnold didn't choose now to parade by an open set of curtains. "Well, I'm not sure yet. I should get this stuff in and I guess I'll see you tomorrow at work huh well sorry for taking up your time!" he sputtered out while fighting with the seatbelt. He leapt out of the car and opened the back seat door.

"James!" Montoya said in surprise, getting out of her side of the vehicle. "Hang on! You can't get all this stuff in alone! Here, let me help you!" She opened her driver's side door and went for that side of the back seat.

"No no! I can get it!"

"....It's twelve full bags, James..."

Wesker: It was weird to be all day alone. Yet, Wesker had done it. He'd not let James pull out Scarface from wherever he hid him today. A shake of his head and a bitten lip. " I can do it. I want to do it " So while the other man had been at work, he'd busied himself with finishing up the rest of the house. He'd done all the laundry and even folded it. Granted it was still on the couch, but it was folded. He'd cleaned the bathroom and mopped the kitchen. He'd even washed Gordon's sheets.

Why did you wash those things? Expecting something to happen in them? NO! Goddamn his brain wasn't going to let him off about that was it? He just wanted to do nice things for Gordon. He liked having the man's approval. And honestly, the man needed a little help with the housework.

Wesker let out a breath as he dumped that last load of whites on the couch and was about to get about sorting them when he heard a car roll up. Is he home? Wesker actually smiled and turned toward the door. He wanted to open it, but he knew that wasn't the best thing to do. He didn't need people spotting him and getting James in trouble. Instead he stood in front of the couch and would wait for the other man to come in.

Look at you. You're acting like your a kid and mother would come home from the factory. But he was happy! Hands clasped together. And then he heard Gordon's voice, and a shiver ran up his spine. He really makes your day.

But then he heard a woman’s. What? Who?


Gordon: "I'm sure I could have handled this, Renee," Gordon said, key-holding fingers barely poking out from under the pile of bags in his arms. He poked and hit nothing but door for a few times. "Where's the knob?"

"I can see very well that you could. You're a little to the left, James." Montoya smiled to herself, holding six of the bags.

Gordon grunted as he kept adjusting until he found the hole, starting to bite his tongue. He looked up in the air. "So I wasn't expecting you'd want to come home with me..." he said loudly, hoping that if Wesker was inside he would hear him. Please please let him hear me.

"Should I reserve you a room at Arkham? I think you have some vacation time coming up. Who do you have in there that you're hiding?" Montoya tilted to eye him from behind her bags. Cold sweat broke out all over Gordon's face, luckily could be passed off as exertion efforts.

"What do you mean hiding?"

"You're hiding something, James... How long have you been seeing this woman and not told anyone?! Are you thinking she might be in there? Maybe has a certain little special surprise for you?" she added a sultry lilt to that last suggestion, teasing him.

"Renee!" he grumbled, managing to get three of his fingers around the knob and turn it slowly. He used his knee to shove and hobbled in, nearly getting caught on the sides of the door and cursed under his breath. Please have hidden! His chest ached with worry at how Montoya would react if she saw him in there. Of all the questions that he'd get down at the station, and of what they'd potentially do to him having been caught in the Commissioner's house.


Wesker: Wesker panicked! Oh shit! Gordon was here with someone. Someone he didn't want to have in the house. Someone that didn't need to be seeing Wesker. For a moment the tiny man did a dance in front of a door, hands over his mouth. He just didn't know what to do. He could hear Gordon's hand thunking on the door.

Goddamn it. Scarface is right, you are a DUMMY! HIDE ALREADY! Maybe he did need Scarface to slap some sense into him. The tiny man let out a little whimper and took off across the living room. He rounded the hallway so fast he slipped up the carpet rug and nearly tripped. He darted into Gordon's bedroom and looked around in a panic. Where to hide? Where to hide? Where to hid... Under the bed!

Wesker dropped to his belly and tired to worm his way under the bed, but it was just a little too low to the ground and he couldn't get his hips and ass through. Ahaha, all that Italian and Arkham cuisine. Shoulda gone on a diet, Fatass!

He yanked his body out and shook his head to get the dust out of his head. OMG, where
to hide? In a last attempt before he was found, Wesker dashed into the closet and shut the door behind him. He tripped over woman's shoes and dusty dresses ( obviously Gordon's late wife ) and curled up behind a long gown, bringing his knees to his chest and hid his face in them.

He was shaking so hard he could hear his teeth chattering. His heart was going a mile a minute. This is a stupid place to hide! You'll be found here, and James will get in trouble. Back to Arkham for you.

Wesker bit his lip and caught his breath and tried to become as still as the mouse he resembled. Eyes squeezed shut, and he listened.

Gordon: He couldn't really see once he got inside. The groceries were stacked up too high. He sorta aimed for the kitchen on faith and listened carefully for that squall from Montoya. The sound of breaking bottles of vinegar and the unholstering of a gun. Instead, he heard deafening silence, not even Montoya moving with the plastic rattle of cheap store bags. The suspense was almost worse, and he stopped before he could quite make it through the kitchen door.

"....Renee?"

"It's so... clean?" she sounded so confused. The last time she'd been there the place had still been in it's not entirely clean state. The long stints of cleanings that Wesker had done had done wonders.

Thank God, Gordon thought to himself. That could have gone so much worse. "Yeah well... I hired a maid."

"Uh huh. You don't lie well James. You're being so secretive. It's not a married woman, is it?" she asked, following him into the kitchen.

"NO!" he said, perhaps a little to snappily. "It's just... it's someone I've sorta known for a while." He put his pile of bags on the table and reveled in the feel of the blood returning to his muscles.


Wesker: You had to breath. Breath. Wesker almost felt like he was going to past out and finally took a few gulps of air. He quickly covered his mouth with both hands and swallowed down hard. God he hoped no one had heard that.

He could hear Gordon in the living room now, with .. it sounded like the one girl cop Mr. Scarface was always ogling. His right hand shook harder then normal. He was scared, moments like this made him want the dummy so bad. But he had to shove those feelings away.

If Mr. Scarface was here, he'd tell Wesker to rush out, take that girl hostage and return to the Underground. Or He'd make so much noise, just to get Wesker in trouble. But he'd also keep you safe. Nobody can hurt you when he's around. No.. James won't let her hurt me.

He reached up with his hands to grasp the clothes hanging in front of his face, which ended up coming off the hanger and landing on him. He nearly jumped in surprise. At least they were just clothes and didn't make any noise. The hangers on the other hand...

... they clanged a bit and Wesker caught his breath again. Curling down under the dresses and shook. Oh god. He couldn't even do a good job at hiding. Maybe the woman would be too busy noticing the cleaning.

He did managed to catch the bit that was being said about a maid, and then the married woman. Had he not been so terrified of being discovered, he might of laughed and smiled. He bet Mr. Scarface was having kittens wherever he was, over hearing all this.


Gordon: Montoya smiled and rested her share of the groceries on the table next to the mass Gordon carries in. "Look, if there's anything that I've learned, its that you've got to do whatever makes you happy. Are you happy, James?" she asked, starting to put things away.

Gordon began sticking things in cabinets. Even things that didn't go. He had to retrieve the milk and dressing and put it into the refrigerator where it belonged. "Yeah, yeah I guess I am."

"Guess? What's the matter? You not sure she feels the same way about you that you do for her."

He was quiet for a bit and held one of the champagne bottles. "It's not like that Montoya... It's ... No, I'm pretty sure she doesn't. This is just a friendly get-together. Not what you'd think." He put the bottle down on the counter and licked his lips. Though he badly wanted Wesker to hear him earlier, he sorta didn't want him to hear that. He'll hate you for thinking of him as more than someone you want to help. "I've just been going out of my way for him lately and she just wants to pay me back."

Montoya’s eyes widened slightly and she bit her lips together, and she thought about saying something. Then she decided against it. No, she hadn't caught any pronoun misuse. "Then I guess I should get out of here before she gets here, huh?" She bit her lips together again against a smile.

Wesker: That was the thing. Would Wesker hate Gordon if he knew the things that were going on in the other man's head? If he'd witnessed his betrayal of himself in the bathroom the night before? Or would the little guy find a strange satisfaction out of it. Knowing that Gordon not only wanted to help him. But wanted him as well. But then again.. there was all those things Scarface had said.

He could hear the clanging around in the kitchen, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. At least no one was coming down the hall. So he waited, and waited. Till he was sure he heard muffled goodbyes and strained his ears to catch the door being opened and shut. And ever harder to hear the sounds of a car pulling out and heading down the road. He waited for all those noises before slowly creeping out of the closet.

Wesker inched the door open and looked around the bedroom. No one there. He bit his lip hard and peeked his head out the bedroom and into the hallway.

His heart was beating so hard he could feel it all through his body. It was making it hard to move. " J.. " He tired, but couldn't make the words come from his throat. It sounds quiet, it sounds okay. Just inch closer. If you hear her, go back to the closet.

He grubbed along the hallway wall. To paranoid to notice he had a dress still dangling off his shoulders. He stopped when he got to the kitchen door and slowly leaned in to look, holding his breath. He was white as a damn ghost and looked about ready to pee himself.


Gordon: James was staring at the floor after Montoya's departure, sitting in the chair facing away from the door. He was wondering what he did feel now. Should he really be cursing himself so much? Sure he'd felt disgusted with himself for the night before, but he really was happier now. He came home in a better mood, even if crept out. He enjoyed having someone else's breath lull him to sleep again. It felt really good.

A small sound came from the door behind him. He sighed. "I'm glad you managed to hide. She saw the list, then saw it wasn't in my hand-writing, and demanded that she come along and put in a good word and try to hook me up with some extras to make my date-" he made quotes with his fingers, "-extra special. But at least there should be whatever you need in there."

He finally turned to look at Wesker and furrow his brow curiously. "....Why is there a dress hanging off you?"


Wesker: Wesker's fingers were going numb from how hard he was gripping the edges of the door. Behind his glasses his eyes were so wide he felt like they were going to pop right out of his head. But then he'd seen James, just James, sitting there, and the man turned toward him and everything was okay.

" .. Women are confusing. " He said softly as he pulled off the wall and took a step into the kitchen. Wesker honestly had about zero experience with girls. The few times he'd even gotten close to the fairer sex it was either ' aww you’re sweet, but just not my type. ‘ or he'd paid for them, and even then he'd still felt like they were going to eat him alive. Half the time they were taller then him. And Scarface, with his mouth, always drove any damsel away before Wesker could even make a move. So it was probably better that he never bothered.

But anyway, he was very happy to see James. His face regained it's color and he even smiled at the other man, well, until Gordon was inquiring about the dress.

Dress? Wesker blinked and then reached up and tugged the item off his shoulders. His mouth pulled into a line as he held the item in front of him. To make a strange matter worse, it was one of Gordon's wife’s night dresses, probably something she hadn't worn since they first been married. A little blue sleeveless number. The mousy little guy held it out in front of him, almost as if he was seeing if it was gonna fit him, and then his head fell against his chest and his shoulders shook. " Not.. really my color is it? "

A full blow chuckle left him after that. And he couldn't help it. He stumbled forward, clutching the item to his chest and pressed his forehead to Gordon's shoulder and continued to laugh. " I was.. .heh.. I hid in the closet. "


Gordon: At first it made a pang of sadness go through Gordon... but the idea of Wesker scrambling for safety was pretty funny. He started to laugh to and patted Wesker's back. "Well we're not going to be running out of food anytime soon. I think she thought I was having secret liaisons with someone. If you came out with this hanging off your shoulder she'd have been really confused." He lifted up the edge of the flimsy fabric and let the light shine through it, then let it drop.

"I think Sarah was a tad taller than you," he added. "I really need to clean out my closet, though. Someone's gonna get in there and get the wrong idea and think these were mine." Gordon put his arms around him and like cradling a child pulled him into his lap.

"I'm sorry for that. I would have called and warned you she was coming," he didn't know how much of it he had heard, but no matter what apparently Wesker was fine with it now. Had he heard it and just not cared, or not heard it from his hiding place it didn't matter so long as he didn't hate him.

Wesker: The smaller man melted happily into the other's lap. It wasn't the same desperate curl like yesterday, He more or less sat down on one of James' legs and curled his arms around the other man's neck and pressed his face into his neck. Happy he was home. The only way Wesker could hate Gordon was if the man left him alone, went away. Especially when he was already doing so much better.

Another laugh escaped him, just thinking about James' wearing a dress. It certainly wasn't anything like the stressed out giggles that left him when he was teetering on the edge. And it felt so good to laugh. Of course he wasn't by no means cured, a bad moment could send he reeling right back to the puppet. But he was doing so much better. Gordon WAS helping him. Nose dragged against the other's neck and he sighed hard, finally letting his laughs die down. "O-Okay. I'll make you a really good surprise tomorrow. I almost can't wait to go to sleep so I can wake up and can get ready for it. "

It might not have been a 'date' as Montoya wanted to think it was. But it was gonna be special for Arnold, getting to do that for the only person that mattered right now.

Maybe this wasn't so wrong. You are falling for him. I can't help it. Arnold couldn't even let his brain slap him down with worry right now. He just curled tighter into the hug and closed his eyes.


Gordon: "Plenty of stuff and now extra to use. Even new dishes..." Gordon again felt hot breath on his neck. This time, though, he wasn't going to let himself trap him in a vice-like grip like yesterday. He just leisurely held him in his arms. The air made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickle up and warmth gather in his shirt.

He tilted his head back against the back of the chair, just letting Wesker lay his face there rather than get in his way. "Bullock kept talking today. Talking and talking and talking. Batman brought in another perp he was supposed to catch and that puts the biggest bug up his ass. And he eats more. And when he eats more he burps more. So all I heard today was 'blah blah blah batman blah blah blah burp blah blah blah date blah blah blah gas'."

He smiled, he kinda missed being able to recount his day. "You must miss something from the outside. Would you like me to bring something home to you tomorrow?" he asked, rubbing Wesker's leg. He wanted to give him something to distract him from Scarface other than just his presence. Right now he might as well be using him as slave labor.


Weskers: Wesker's shoulders were shaking with laughter again. For some odd reason, knowing that fat cop was frustrated over something set a good note in Wesker's head. Probably because the few times he'd dealt with Bullock, the man had been overly rough with him. Slamming him up against the wall, handcuffing him so tightly he ended up with welts. And poor Mr. Scarface. Flung around like a worthless lifeless item.

Though he WAS such, Wesker didn't know that. " He's such ah... colorful man. " Arnold said lightly and wrinkled his nose. He turned his thoughts away from Bullock and onto Gordon's suggestion. He pressed his face more into the other's neck as he thought, brows pulling together. Such a simple question, but he was having trouble thinking of an answer.

Why is he so nice to me? He's doing so much. I wish I could just stay with him forever. Lip was bitten. He knew, somewhere deep down, that could never be. But it was good right now.

Wesker flushed deeply to his own thoughts. The heat from his cheeks radiating onto the other's neck. He nuzzled the taller man's chin. " I-I can't think of anything. I'm happy as long as you come home. I actually like it in here, I've always felt like the world is aiming a gun at my back. It can gladly stay out there for a while. " He sighed a bit to his own words. He slowly reached up with his right hand, pulling it from around Gordon's shoulder, and ran those calloused digits through James' thick graying hair.

" T-thank you though, I can't thank you enough, doing so much for me. I..I don't know where I'd be now. Dead probably. I just hope someday I can return the favor. "

Maybe when he was free of Scarface completely. Maybe.. it was doubtful, but right now, as relaxed and happy as he was. He could be wishful.


Gordon: He smiled at the nuzzle of the chin, corners of his mustache turning up. It tickled a little, sending a prickle through his jaw line. "You're a friendly little guy, you know that? Never would have known that with Scarface around."

It was true, every time he'd tried to talk to Wesker before when the puppet was always there, it was always piping up. It always lingered in his mind that it was a part of Wesker's subconscious, how he felt about him and everyone else in general. But now there was just Wesker.

He slid his hand up over his hip and started rubbing his tummy, keeping an arm around his back. "So what time are you thinking of getting to bed?"


Wesker: " Not sure.. what time is it now? " He wasn't too tired yet. He ran his fingers around the other man's ear. But then Wesker caught himself as Gordon said that. You're a friendly little guy, you know that? He paused in his nuzzling and stared hard at the hallow in the commissioner's neck. He was acting a little strange. But then again, he'd never had this opportunity.

Donnagon. But when had Wesker ever sat in that man's lap and nuzzled him? Granted, he thought he might have tried once or twice, but his grunty cell mate hadn't been much of a cuddlier. Chaste, quick, wild. But passionate and a cuddlebug? Laughable.

Wesker swallowed a bit and sat up in Gordon's lap. He curled both arms back around James' neck and let out a sigh. " Mr. S-Scarface never liked to let me do a lot of.. anything. He said I was too soft and bumbled deals. I guess he was right. " Nose to Nose with the taller man, Wesker's brows formed a line.

" I know Mr. Scarface is nasty and mean, but he is all I have. Even though he hated it, sometimes he'd let me cuddle his back in Arkham. He'd deny it if you asked. " Wesker took in a long breath and he flushed again. The rubbing on his belly was making it warm. It be nice if Gordon never took his hand away.

" I've.. I've never had anyone let me stay next to them as long as you have.. " He bit his lip. " Does it bother you? I'll stop. "

Gordon: "Nope," he said mildly, stopping his rubbing to poke his naval through the fabric of his shirt. "It doesn't bother me at all." He opened his mouth on the verge of a suggestion that he cuddle him more often, but caught himself. "I enjoy it," he finally said in addition, then started rubbing his belly again. He could feel the warm soft form under his palm.

"I didn't mean to offend you by saying that. I just wanted you to know that it's good for you to open up a little more to me." Like sit in my lap and squirm around and drive me to the point of frustration, but we're being a good boy at the moment, so lets try not to jinx it. Indeed he was doing better this time by a landslide. If anything the tender sensation of breath on his neck had just cause a minor disturbance below his waist. For the moment he was just comfortable, just being in Arnold's presence.

"I know you've had a hard life, Arnold. Not many times have there been someone there for you." He moved his face slightly, nose rubbing against Wesker's until he could graze his lips, tickling him with his facial hair. "I'm here for you now, though."


Wesker: The belly poke sent a shiver through Arnold's body and made him squeak. He was kinda putchy in that general area and the finger made him jiggly a little. He caught his breath and curved his lips into a shy smile.

Hearing that, from this man. That he enjoyed his company. He was here for him. When no one else would or had been. He'd even driven back down the Dummy for this man.

Despite the overly happy and cuddly moment, Arnold could feel the first brinks of tears trying to form behind his glasses. He licked his lips and felt the whiskers tickle against the moist organ. Their mouths were millimeters apart. He could feel ever breath Gordon was making. You'd never. What happen to it not being THAT way. You shouldn't.

He felt his stomach vibrate again under Gordon's rubbing fingers. A liquid hot that threatened to slide right down into his groin. But I want too.

"T-thank you. " It was almost a whimper when it came out. Hushed and shakily. Arms suddenly tightened around the other man's neck and Wesker pressed his lips to Gordon’s. Eyes squeezing shut with a bit of a muffled noise. It could have been a moan, or a squeak, but it was something heightened.


Gordon: A sharp breath went in through Gordon's nose as he made actual contact, brow furrowing and eyes clenched tightly. He made a pining noise of his own that vibrated in his throat, parting his lips to deepen the kiss and get an actual taste of his tongue that had brushed him so lightly. His breath came out of his nose hot, exposing how, despite his reluctance to clench at Wesker as he did before, he was still aroused by him.

He groaned again and the hand that was on his stomach slid up to Arnold's chest and clutched at his shirt, but immediately relaxed to go up over his collarbone. He rested it briefly on his shoulder before sliding it the rest of the way behind his head.

He does want you, he kissed you, he really wants you. The words kept echoing in Gordon's head, almost drowning out that glimmer of doubt and keeping at a moments notice from declaring how he'd been thinking about him. His stomach muscles clenched up a little as a similar wash of warmth trickled downward beneath them.

He broke the kiss finally as he heard their glasses clatter against each other, opening his eyes to look at Arnold to see how he felt.

Wesker: Arnold had .. never really wanted to kiss someone as badly as he'd suddenly wanted to kiss James. Moments like these just hadn't been around much for his opportunity. Maybe it was the fact this man was saving him from himself. He was doing everything Scarface did for him, without screaming, without hurting, and he was made of real flesh and blood.

His tongue movements were gentle, his lips shaking, but he was kissing him. He'd insinuated it, he even pulled up closer into it. The contact of lips and the swipe of spit and tongue. It sent that surge of hotness from his belly right down into his groin and he felt himself stiffen in Gordon's oversized sweat pants. Not just partially either. A full blown surge of blood that made him catch his breath as the kiss ended and James pulled back.

Oh god. It's true. That was.. that was.. You do want him. You truly do want more then just his help. Wesker panted lightly, his face was completely flushed. There was a decent tremble running through him. He opened his eyes and looked back up at Gordon. He probably looked so confused. A mixture of panic and utter wantonness at the moment. What do you think you are doing anyway? Stop this at once, Do you want Scarface to be right? He won't be with you forever. Something will happen, and you'll break you always break.

Wesker was torn at the moment. His own mind was saying no as loudly as it could. But his body, his spirit, his own heart, thunking so loudly it was deafening, wanted to dive right back into this man's mouth and feel good for once in his fucking life.

Which one would win? " I.. James.. p-pleas.. " Wesker panted and then he let out a painful breath.


Gordon: There was two ways he could have taken that. One would be that Wesker wanted him to continue, wanted him to pick him up and take him to his room and give him everything Gordon had been wanting too. More negatively though, Wesker could be pleading for a way out, not like this position. Really, how could he feel comfortable with Gordon if he knew the man wanted him so badly.

He felt a hardness pressing against his stomach, and leaning his forehead against Wesker's he looked down. He could see the bit of tenting of the pants, and ran his hand down from the back of Wesker's head over his chest and torso back down. He drew in a shaky breath as he grazed the head through the fabric, proving to himself it was really there. He let out the breath just as broken as he drew it in, body reacting beneath Wesker as he realized that he did want him back.

He slowly looked back up him. When he searched his eyes again, even obscured by those coke-bottle lenses, the third option occurred to him. He doesn't know what to do, either. Too much of a perplexed expression in that longing one.

"...You know how I feel, but you can say no to me, too." He raised his hand away from Wesker's cock to the back of his head again.


Wesker: He was confused. He was bewildered, aroused and utterly out of his mind. How does one cope with such feelings when you've never been allowed to express them like this? He was so hard it hurt, and Gordon's fingers brushing across the head of his covered penis only reminded him of how long it had been since anyone had touched him.

But it also reminded him horribly of Scarface's words. You think he's telling you the truth? Look, one little kiss and he's jabbing you in the back with his cock and pawing at you. That wasn't his mind. That was that nasty little puppet trying to snap right through at a weak moment. But he couldn't deny that he DID want Gordon. You could give in. He'd probably be really gentle. Don't listen to Scarface, It'll be alright.

Wesker bit his lip and slowly pulled his arms from Gordon's neck. Too many voices. There's too many people in my head right now. Even though it pained him, the small man pulled himself out of Gordon's lap and backed up from him. Hands went to his elbows and he lowered his head. " I.. like you. " He said softly. " more then like.. but.. I .. " His jaw pulled tight. " I'm sorry, I shouldn't have d-done that. "

Gordon: He leaned forward and looked down, trying to hide what Wesker had felt moments before and knew was there. His elbows rested on his knees and he felt that internal heat go from warm and throbbing to stinging, the pang of rejection echoing back up toward his chest. He knew it made him pale awkwardly. He probably just felt like he owed it to you, like the dinner, he reaffirmed the fear in his head.

More than like... Gordon slowly looked up. Is he saying that to placate me? Afraid if he didn't I'd kick him out? Or does he mean that? "You know, no matter how you felt about me, I'd still be trying to help you. Because that's what I do. I mean, honestly I might not have brought you all the way here if you hated my guts. But I wouldn't have let you die."

He looked back down. "I just want you to be honest with me," he slowly added. "There isn't anything you owe me." How many corrupt people has this man met to think that this is the only way he'll get kindness or approval out of anyone, by giving them everything they want? Gordon sighed, more relaxed since all the physical signs of arousal had subsided.

Wesker: God he wanted to curl back into the man's lap. Even if it was just to curl, or if it was everything. Even though he'd back out of the other's lap, his attraction to James was not leaving him. He just didn't know what to do about it. Wesker drew in long breaths. His hands left his elbows to grasp the ends of the T-shirt and he tugged it in his best attempts to hid what was plaguing him at the moment.

A hard lip bite. He didn't want James thinking he was responding because he felt he owed him. It was true he usually did respond to people that way. To Scarface, to the doctors, even to Donnagon. Just do what they want and then you'll be alive and everything will soothe over. But it wasn't like that with Gordon. He was doing things because he wanted too. It made him happy.

" I've never had these feelings b-before. " A few hard breaths shook his chest. " Their gripping my chest and making my heart hurt.. but I don't want them to go away. You're the only one who ever even remotely cared I just.. it's just.. Mr. Scarface... "

Wesker closed his eyes tight and dropped his head. Tell him. Be honest. He wants you to be honest. Tell him what that monster told you. Listen to him.

" ..the day you came home and I was screaming at Mr. Scarface, he told me horrible things. I think.. I think he knows I like you. He said you'd just use me, if I gave in, a-and let you touch me, the next day I'd be straight back in the pen. "

A low sob escaped the small man's chest and he couldn't bare to look up at the other man. " I don't want it to be that. Tell me it's not like that. I just want to love you and not be afraid you'll go away. "

Like everyone else.

Gordon: Gordon slowly looked up at Arnold. Love? He wants to love you? He didn't know if he made the promise, though, if he could keep it. What if Scarface reared his grizzly head in the picture again and it was out of Gordon's means to take care of him? Could he really keep him here with him?

That wasn't what mattered. What mattered was that he wanted to.

"I don't want to lose you," he said simply. "To the pen. To the Black Mask. To Scarface. To anyone. But I keep getting this feeling that I am taking advantage of you. That by wanting to do more-" Ah dammit, don't cry. He's crying it won't help him. "Wanting to do more than just help you." He swallowed down the lump in his throat. "I'll just tell you that I want to do more than just help you, right. That's enough for the both of us, right?"

He looked up at him with sad eyes behind the thin frames of his glasses.


Wesker: A hand left the tugging of the T-shirt and went to cover the little guys mouth. He hyperventilated into his own palm for a moment as he listened to Gordon's words. He choked down the sobs that were threatening to take over his whole body and looked back up toward James.

He wanted him to stay. He didn't want to loose him. Just hearing that sent the other personality that was trying to break through poor Wesker's psyche back down with curse. For a long moment, Wesker just stared at Gordon. He was like a deer in headlights. The car was coming at him and he didn't know wither to jump away or just stand there and let it take it all away.

No, it was evident what he wanted. What he needed. He DID need from this man, more then just his help. Even with the baring consequences that were hovering over his head.

" I.. want .. to. " Arnold whispered out. And that did it. He was across the small space he backed away from Gordon and curling back into his lap. Legs slid onto the other's thighs. Arms went right back around the other's neck and Wesker pressed his face into the commissioners throat once more. " I w-want too, James. Not because I owe you, but because I like you. You're so nice to me, I think .. I think Scarface just doesn't want me to replace him with you.. but I want too. P-please don't be sad. "

Gordon: He lifted his hands to Wesker's shoulders as he entered his lap. He was almost beginning to dread the torture of being this close to him without being able to act on it. He wants too, though, Gordon realized. He wanted him back and not just as a repayment for his kindness. He lifted his hands to wipe the tears out of Wesker's face, pulling his face out of his neck and budging his glasses up.

He pulled them off completely and sat them on the table, before removing his own and sitting them next to them. He looked at Wesker again blurrily before giving up and leaning in with closed eyes to kiss him. He couldn't see very well, but he let his hands do the work.

It's been a long time since something felt right, he mused to himself. Right now this feels right. You may be cursing yourself later. But right now, this feels perfect. He was surprised. He pushed all his feelings of being dirty and wrong and filthy to the back of his mind as he let his hands trail down his neck and chest, parting his lips again but without the fever of before. This time with gentle pressure as he deepened the kiss.

One of the hands he was lowering continued further, and down over his belly to pluck at the waistband of what were really his own pants. He lowered it to test under the fabric again, to see if the elements of that tent remained to feel his touch.

Wesker: Blue eyes squinted as his glasses were removed. The world around him becoming a blur. Ah he had such poor vision. But right now, at this moment, he didn't need to see. He could suddenly feel Gordon's mouth pressing to his. Gentle and passionate. His chest caught, but he was quickly pressing right back into the kiss.

You want this. You want this so bad don't you? You need it. You wouldn't care right now if he took you and threw you on the floor just so long as he was still here. .. Yes, but not like that.

Such thoughts only caused an extra surge of heat to greet Gordon's fingers as they explored right under the waistband of the pants. Wesker had not lost the arousal. His cock was still hard, and the touch only made him give out a whimpering moan and press harder into the kiss. Fingers were suddenly clutching into the fabric of the commissioner's shirt.

Soft. Hard. Nitty-gritty. It wouldn't matter. Wesker had made up his mind. With as torn apart as it was, it could at least, while he was clutching at Gordon, know that it agreed with his body. He wanted this, wanted James, as long as the man would keep him. That had to be a step toward something.

He tasted good. He smelled good. He was warm and he was here for him. Was this not everything he would ever need? Lips parted, head tilted. Being able to go nose to nose with the bigger man without their glasses crushing together was wonderful.

Gordon: His fingers grazed the soft skin of Wesker's lower stomach with the back of his knuckles as he wrapped his fingers and palm around the villain's arousal. Yes, a villain. Like before you had an affair behind your wife's back, you're having an affair behind your department's back.

Gordon gave a desperate groan and clutched him in a sweaty grip, breaking the kisses into smaller ones. He hated that thought, the thought that he could be feeling this way just because he shouldn't. No, it can't be that. You wouldn't have been doing all this for someone you didn't love.

Love. He had to love him, it was the only thing that made sense. Not just care. Not just suffer an insane attraction to. Not feel for. But love.

His tongue made gentle rounds around the other's, feeling it glide as the other's breath tickled the hair on his upper lip. His stationary hand began to rise up his shaft within the pants, thumb going over the head to smear a bit of wetness that had emerged. He could smell the stimulation in Wesker.

He didn't care how wrong it was. It was right. More right than anything he'd felt in a long time. It was so right that it made his heart ache and he was risking life, limb, and reputation. All he had to do to know it was right was just think of how he'd felt if he lost him.

Wesker: A villainous victim though. But yes, Wesker was still a criminal. Still wanted by the law, still an enemy of Gotham city. It seemed the law had caught up with him, but it was almost the Commissioner who was the one stealing things now. The poor Man's heart? Ahah. Not that Wesker would have denied that. Especially with the way it thudded in his chest at this very moment. He'd never felt so strongly about anyone before.

Gordon's large hand curling and stroking his cock inside those oversized sweat pants was making the little guy squirm and moan in the other's lap. Kisses breaking every so often to stifle the sounds that were bubble out of his throat. His face was flushed, his breath was hot. It was almost too good. He couldn't hardly stand even the smallest touches. They were heightened.

It HAS been that long, hasn't it? Or is it because you actually want him touching you? A few little strokes and you're already ready to cream yourself. Wesker panted between a few tongue swirls.

He pulled one hand from the other's shirt and landed it over the other's hand that was cupping him. The other wrapped more tightly around Gordon's back. " j-j " He couldn't even bring himself to talk.

It's because I want him too. I really do. I'm not lying or unsure anymore. Nothing else matters. Just him. Wesker actually felt a smile curling up amidst his pants. Proud of himself? Happy he could love something? Someone, and it feel right? Oh yes.

Hips jerked a bit and his shifted against the commissioners own arousal still jabbing underneath him. He pulled his mouth from the others and nuzzled Gordon's nose. " n-not here, please lets.. "

Gordon: He let go of his grip on Wesker, as if he was going to go with him to the bedroom. Instead he let him get to a standing position, pulling off his weight from Gordon's begging cock. The commissioner grabbed his hands and looked up at him, resting his hands on his hips.

"I'm afraid if I wait we'll start hating ourselves again before we make it," he said, continuing to look up as his fingers caught in his waistband again. They tugged at the baggy clothes until they lowered enough to expose him with the inevitable spring of someone so engorged as Wesker was.

He made sure the shirt was out of the way, holding it up with his thumbs before finally looking at him. "Please just stand there," he said softly. He leaned in and pressed his lips against the head of Wesker's arousal, pushing his tongue out slightly to test the taste of him. Salty, only a tad bitter. It made the saliva on the rest of his tongue tingle as he closed his mouth around him and let the fluid intermingle. He rested his tongue against the base of his head and used the hands on his hips to pull him a little deeper into his mouth, starting a long even suck.

Wesker: The sheets were just cleaned, it would have been soft, to curl around the other and touch and taste. But Wesker was never one to argue, even as the other urged him to stand and tugged down his pants right there in the kitchen.

"O-okay."

Shame to dirty those cleans sheets anyway right? Wesker caught his breath as his own arousal throbbed with being free from even the confides of the baggy pants and shirt. Like most of him, he wasn't all that large. Perhaps average for someone his size. His face flushed even deeper as the other man leaned in put his mouth around him.

Ever fine hair on Wesker's body stood on end to the contact. The hot wet feel of the others lips, the slickening of saliva. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit it hard as a throaty groan left him. oh god. He had to fight ever instinct in his body not to jerk his hips.

He was a little bewildered if not in utter ecstasy at the moment. He couldn't really see Gordon, but a slip of one hand down to the other man's face, the other clutching to the oversized t-shirt balling into his fist above his belly, confirmed he was there. Especially with his mouth sucking like it was now. He'd broken out into a sheer sheen of sweat on his forehead.

He knew he wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Not with not having been touched in so long.


Gordon: He pushed his face far enough down onto his shaft that he nearly choked, then realizing his limit he pulled back. He relaxed his grip on Wesker's hips to barely resting. His tongue wasn't forceful, nor were his lips as they sucked at him. It was more like he was treating Wesker like a piece of candy that he needed to savor instead of a chore he needed to get off, letting the flavor of him seep down his throat.

Ask him a few months ago, and Gordon would have never dreamed that he would have been in this position. Yet here he was, with the Ventriloquist's hard throbbing cock in his mouth. He couldn't even be disgusted by it. Each swallow of his own gathered saliva drove him on. So much so that he was beginning to make deep groans each time he did, letting one of his hands slip lower and lower until it fell off of Arnold's hip and to his own pants.

He undid his top button, but this time releasing the frustration didn't disgust him. Not as it did last time. Instead this time he started to suck a little more urgently in welcome excitement, curling in his lips slightly so his facial hair tickled a little at the shaft.

Wesker: Oh yes, those whiskers did tickle. Had it been anywhere else on his body, Arnold might have giggled about it. But right there, on his cock like that, it only made him groan harder. His hips jerked a few times, but he caught himself. He didn't want to throw James off, not when he was doing this, not when it felt so good.

Mouth fell open and he panted hard. He lost the grip on his shirt and both hands went to the other man's shoulders, fingers bunching into the fabric. Each suck had him whimpering, each suck had strange thoughts bouncing around in his head. This could happen again, and he wouldn't complain. You'd like to touch him too. You'll get down right on your knees and return the favor won't you. If he'll let you, he should let you. He was on the brink of orgasm.

He wondered what the other man would feel like covered over him. Not just leaned sucking on him. Holding him tight. Maybe even how good it would be if he was inside - " Ahh! "

Wesker actually yelped when he came. His hips jerked and his tummy jolted. Eyes squeezed shut tight as he felt the hot liquid splurting out of him. It almost hurt it was so good. His spine bent and he curled around Gordon's head panting, sweating, groaning. oh god.

Gordon: Gordon's eyes widened when he came. He had him deep in his mouth and felt a surge of hot liquid burst into his throat. He swallowed quickly before he could think about it. He pulled his head back and removed his other hand from Wesker’s hip to wipe at a remnant string of liquid between the cock and his lower lip. He swallowed again to cleanse his mouth and sat back.

He was panting heavily. He could feel the fluid seeping down into him as he realized his right hand was already occupied, moving itself across his length. He looked back up Wesker again, almost asking permission to continue pleasuring himself. No doubt this man was at one time an excellent husband despite his cheating. He didn't want to offend his lover by touching himself in front of them.

Lover? When did Wesker go from being a victim to lover? Gordon couldn't even pinpoint it anymore. Was it that day in the cell in Arkham, or was it just this night? Did all of the time of embroiled feelings count? The teasing and wanting?

He closed his eyes. You don't need him this way. You've done your part. He held his hand stationary before moving to put himself away.

Wesker: Wesker let out a few more pants, his head was spinning from just having gotten off like that. The throbbing need he'd just felt was quickly being replaced by such a warm and satisfied feeling, he almost felt like he could drop to the floor, just curl up against Gordon's legs and go to sleep.

But wait. Wesker squinted, looking down at Gordon. It was an odd sensation, looking down at anyone. It was very blurry but he could see where the other man's hand was, he could hear the heightened breaths. He'd actually put himself away right now and not have you finish him. Why? Doesn't he want me to touch him. Or is he still worried that I think he'll use me? Wesker bit his lip and his hand landed on Gordon's halting his movements.

The little man leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Gordon's salty lips. His nose wrinkled slightly to the taste. He'd never actually tasted himself on anyone's mouth before. " I ..want too. " He rather repeated himself before slipping down to his knees.

The sweat pants almost had him slipping as his knees hit the ground. His other hand joining it's mate on James' cock. Fingers moved to open those pants a bit more and pull him more fully from the confines.

Head was lowered and he flinted his tongue out, just a bit nervously, fingers traveling downward to test the shaft. Tongue lapped over the head a few times before Wesker took a deep breath and slid his mouth down over the throbbing length. He swallowed against it.

Gordon: "Arnold you don't haaaAAH-" his vocal powers escaped him and he took in a hissing breath. Every vein in him begged for sympathy at the flicks of the tongue, so much so that it sent a jolting pang through him when his mouth went down over him. "Ah- ...ah god..." he stammered. He could still taste the smaller man on his breath.

His hands threatened to clutch the back of the smaller man's head and push him down onto him, but he caught himself. He knew that would be too much for Wesker to handle, too reminiscent of his days in the slammer. So he put his thumbs through his own belt loops to restrain his wondering appendages, bending over Wesker's head slightly as he absorbed the pleasure all the way up to his lungs and it echoed in short, pleading breaths.

Still fairly muscled thighs trembled occasionally. He wrung his pant's waist band in his fingers, moaning becoming more vocal. He had the brief thought of what Scarface would have been saying to this, and smiled to himself. It wouldn't take long, though. Not so much from Wesker being skilled as it was from having waited for so very long to be in this position with him.

Wesker: Oh the puppet would have been bitching. Bitching loudly. Probably snarling from wherever it would have been tossed. But Scarface wasn't here. It was just Arnold and James. And it was good.

Wesker's eyes widened at Gordon's reactions. The trembling in his thighs, the movements of his hands. The moaning he made. It helped him, urged him on. He wasn't very skilled to say the least, he was almost fumbly at it. Indeed the few times he had done this before, someone HAD been shoving down on his head. It had been suck because I tell you too, not suck because you want too, and he WANTED To. That was the whole thing.

Hot breath was dragged into his mouth as continued to suck, swallowing down the precum as it oozed out. The taste made him wrinkle his nose again, but it didn't disgust him. He knew that Gordon was enjoying it and he would have swallowed acid for this man if he knew it would make him happy.

Because it makes him happy. You like to see him happy. You love him. Fingers curled and slid around what he couldn't get into his mouth. Mouth worked a rhythm. His mouth and throat were going to be sore from this. But unlike the rawness from Scarface's screaming, it would be worth it. Well worth it. Wesker rumbled in his throat, almost urging Gordon on.

Gordon: He really didn't need more urging. "Ah! A-Arrrnold I-!"

One could at least give him an A for effort, he tried to warn him. He couldn't hold back in time to warn him of the dam breaking. His entire spine shivered and the strain he put on gripping his pants made his belt loops make odd cracking sounds as threads threatened to break.

He fell back away from Wesker's mouth to rest his back against the chair he'd gotten up out of a few minutes earlier, face beat red. God, he hoped he could save Wesker from himself. If Scarface took this back to Arkham with him the entirety of Gotham's criminal element would never respect the GCPD again.

He panted heavily and looked at him, making him out blurrily. "Thank you."


Wesker: It's not like Wesker had ever gotten a warning before, short of someone just yanking right out. He jerked a little and his eyes went wide as Gordon's seed erupted down his throat. He about coughed, but fought it and just swallowed down. It was gone before he could even taste it too well. He was left panting as the other man backed off toward the chair.

The small man's chest heaved for a moment as he caught his breath. He brought one shoulder to his chin and wiped his mouth on the sleeve before finally looking back up at Gordon. Eyes squinted as he caught the 'thank you' and the poor criminal felt his goddamn heart burst right there. It was a good kinda bursting.

Despite his tiredness, he actually leaped at Gordon, probably making the poor guy fall right back into the chair he was leaning on. Arms curled around his back and clutched tightly. " no t-thank YOU! " Muffled right into Gordon's sweaty neck.

Sweat pants went 'wuff' as they hit the ground, but Arnold was too busy being happy and loved to even care about his dignity or any crap like that, cause he was suddenly giving happy sobs, yes HAPPY Sobs into the other man's shirt.

Yes. This is good. This is sooo good. This WILL work. Somehow, Anyway. You have to make it work! It has too, it's too good not too.

Gordon: Gordon wobbled in the chair, before laughing. Damn, no one's ever been this happy to be with me. The laugh subsided into a warm chuckle and he rubbed the back of Wesker's head. "I think you lost your bottoms," he said in a satisfied voice, hugging him against him. Then he kissed his cheek. "You're welcome..." He jolted again after a moment off too tender contact.

That smiling tone began again. "I should probably zip my pants, though."

Wesker: " Iduncare. " Arnold muffled into Gordon's shirt. Just holding on tightly. Yes, he was standing with his ass hanging out of the T-shirt, in the middle of the kitchen and he didn't care. He just wanted to hug on to Gordon forever and ever. This was a good moment. Hopefully it would last, and there would be so many more.

It was something to hope for. For now, well. Gordon was just gonna have to wait to zip his fly. Arnold just WASN'T gonna let him go.