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“Varg,” Grimm called over the comm, “I need you in my office, now.”
“Oh my…the dear inspector calling for moi? I’ll be there post-haste.”
“Sure…whatever, just get back here.”
Grimm ended the transmission then leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the desk. He rubbed his face with his hands. He had received five complaints about Varg this morning. He missed the days when they had been partners. Him and Varg patrolling the streets, wandering around in the darkness. Varg would go wild but Grimm was always there to hold him back just enough. Varg made beat work fun too. Always spinning wild tales, gesturing obnoxiously as he recounted some crime scene he had stumbled upon.
But as they moved up in ranks, they started working more on their own. Varg did great work, he always did, but without Grimm to balance him out he had a tendency to lose it. And most other cops in the force didn’t have what it took to stand up to him. Most were afraid of him. And then there was his interrogation work…he couldn’t read prisoners for shit, so he always went too far. He got the information out of them, but it was usually the last thing they ever said.
Still, he wouldn’t want anyone else as his assistant. Varg could be his claws, and he never asked questions when Grimm gave him an order.
“Feel free to bask in my presence!” Varg proclaimed as he burst through the door, brandishing his sword.
“Why the hell would I do that,” Grimm rolled his eyes, then turned his back to Varg, hiding his slight smile. “You went overboard again. I got five separate complaints about your conduct during the pursuit of a criminal yesterday.”
“I took down dozens of criminals in that drug den! What could there possibly be complaints about?”
Grimm sighed as he swivelled his chair back around to face Varg. There was some blood on his face already and it wasn’t even the afternoon yet. He didn’t seem bothered by it though, as he leaned on his sheathed sword like it was some old fashioned cane, one leg crossed in front of the other, his free hand making various grandiose gestures as he spoke. “One escaped. And you chased him.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You chased him through a busy street and didn’t give one thought towards civilians. It’s a miracle nobody was killed. I sent you to take out a drug den and gather evidence. I don’t care if one junkie gets loose in the process.”
“I care,” Varg’s eyes narrowed into the kind of stare that would’ve scared most other people, but it didn’t phase Grimm.
“I’ll handle these…again…but you need to try and control yourself a bit more.”
“One such as me simply cannot be contained,” Varg smirked and his eyes twinkled as he made an overly dramatic pose, gesturing with his sword now.
Grimm got up and walked around the desk, approaching Varg, “Oh, I think I’m pretty good at that actually…”
Varg’s eyes flickered as they followed Grimm, who walked right past Varg to the door. Then he locked it, and turned to face Varg. “You got blood on your face you know,” he said dryly.
“Do I?” Varg batted his eyelashes as he feigned innocence, “I do wonder how that got there.”
“Probably from doing something you weren’t supposed to,” Grimm growled as he closed the distance between them. Varg was a handful, but he was his handful, and he couldn’t resist Varg when he was being this…ridiculous.
“Guess I need some punishment,” Varg teased, unsheathing his sword, and cutting off Grimm’s tie in one smooth motion.
Grimm caught Varg’s sword hand by the wrist, twisting until Varg lost his grip, letting out a slight whimper as his sword clattered to the ground. “I don’t have a spare tie with me today,” Grimm’s voice rumbled into Varg’s ear.
Varg’s sigh dripped with melodrama, “I guess everyone will have to suffer through seeing your collarbones all day then.”
Grimm stared at Varg for a moment, his stoic eyes burning steadily as his breathing got heavier. Varg matched Grimm’s gaze with his on wild eyes, aflame with unbridled passion. Then without a word, Grimm shoved Varg against the wall, pinning his hands above him as a he pressed a kiss against his lips. He could feel Varg’s mouth part as he smirked, then began to kiss back. Grimm slid his hands down Varg’s arms, running them over his shoulders then up his neck, holding his face tightly as he deepened his kiss. Varg knocked Grimm’s hat off, grabbing two fistfuls of hair and pushing Grimm down, forcing him to kiss along his jaw, then down his neck.
With practiced fingers, Grimm undid Varg’s tie and shirt, then took them all off, with his jacket, in one sweep. He let his mouth go farther down Varg’s neck, finding the spot near the bottom that always made him weak. But before he could, Varg pulled his head back up with a yank of his hair. Varg snarled at him, then held his face in one gloved hand, as the other untucked his shirt, gently tracing up Grimm’s abs and to his chest. Grimm shuddered at the light touch, and bit his lip as Varg grazed his nipple.
“Varg…” Grimm growled breathlessly, “Don’t…”
But Varg didn’t listen. He smirked as he jerked his hand back, tearing open Grimm’s shirt. Grimm glared at Varg, but didn’t get a chance to say anything before Varg had pushed him to the floor, kissing around the base of Grimm’s neck and along his collarbone, letting his teeth occasionally graze against Grimm’s skin. Grimm tangled his fingers into Varg’s hair as he bit back more moans. Then Varg began to go lower, letting his tongue play with Grimm’s nipple just long enough to force a grunt out of the man. Smiling at his success, he opened Grimm’s pants, sliding a hand along the growing bulge in his boxers. Grimm couldn’t hold back his moaning anymore, and Varg yanked down his underwear, revealing Grimm’s now throbbing dick.
Varg began to lick around the base, then up along the shaft as he rubbed Grimm’s thighs. Grimm tightened his grasp on Varg’s hair, pulling him up, then shoving mouth down around his dick, thrusting his hips up as he felt his dick hit the back of Varg’s throat. Varg relaxed his neck, letting Grimm use his mouth as he removed one glove, and slipped a finger inside Grimm, earning him another satisfying groan. Another finger in and Varg found Grimm’s prostate. Grimm cried out, and his hip movements became erratic. Varg felt the hands on his head weaken, and he smirked as he jerked his head up, freeing his mouth from Grimm’s thrusts. he kept his fingers inside Grimm for just a bit longer, then pulled them out and stood up with a smirk. Grimm looked up at him with pleading eyes as his dick continued to twitch. Varg winked as he slowly pulled off his other glove, then treated Grimm to an entire striptease as he removed his pants and boots, cooing some vaguely familiar tune as he did. Grimm’s pleading look turned to one of hunger as he propped himself up on his elbow, muscled chest heaving up and down as he stared at Varg’s hypnotic movements.
Varg moved to stand over Grimm, slowly stroking his own dick, fingering himself with his other hand. Grimm snarled at him, and that was all Varg needed to descend. He straddled Grimm, easing Grimm’s dick inside him, giving into the sensation as he moaned. Varg’s moans were nothing like Grimm’s short, breathy grunts. They were loud, passionate, and sounded almost like a cry. Grimm gripped Varg’s thigh tightly in one hand, and his dick in another. Varg did most of the work riding, and he wasn’t holding back. Grimm began thrusting up to match, watching as Varg started to flush all over. Varg reached down to Grimm, squeezing his shoulders as he cried out more. Grimm pumped Varg harder, sensing he was about to come. Then both of their hips started to move erratically. Varg tossed his head back, whining one, final time as Grimm grunted with a few deep thrusts, filling Varg up.
Varg collapsed onto Grimm’s chest, softly crying. Grimm smiled as he wrapped his arms around him, stroking his head gently, kissing his hair.
“Love you,” he rumbled.
“I love you too…” Varg mumbled through his tears.