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RS/A man in uniform

An uneasy truce develops between Drake and Reid, until the Inspector seems to forget the incident and subject them to his usual moods.

So when Drake is called to the Inspector's office, he has no idea what to expect.

"The incident with the jail cells," Reid begins.

"Sir." Drake's voice holds a warning note. He had hoped it had gone away for good.

"It seems you conduct did not go unnoticed."

Drake's jaw tenses. "Inspector, I can-"

"You're being given a commendation. For exemplary conduct. I suggest you find your uniform, Sergeant. There will be a fête outside the station this evening. I expect a couple of Parliamentary members at the very least."

In a daze, Drake exits the office and almost walks straight past his lover in his shock.

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"Correct answer," Matthew smiles, rewards Bennet with another bruising kiss as he pulls his fingers away, lines up his oil-slick cock instead.

"Remember Chicago," he says, softly, as he presses forward.

The sensation is unexpected, but it's only uncomfortable, not painful. He does reach up then, hands resting over Matthew's hips as his lover slowly sinks inside him.

Drake feels completed, whole.

Matthew continues his slow press until he can go no deeper, groaning at the feel of his Bennet so tight around his cock.

"You feel so good," he tells his lover, reaching back for his hands and taking them back under his control, pinning them to the bed.

Bennet lets his hands be caged, full up with his lover and staring up at him with lust and love.

"Permission to speak, sir?" he says roughly.

"Granted," Matthew answers, though makes it difficult by covering Bennet's lips with his own immediately after.

When their lips part, Bennet smiles up at his lover like he's his whole world.

"I love you, sir."

Matthew's expression softens, a warm smile breaking through for a moment as he gives Bennet another, far softer, kiss.

"Love you too, Benny."

Bennet loves that smile, loves that he's put in there.

He takes a moment to just revel in their closeness, even if this situation is far from their usual. He trusts Matthew with his life.

Enough sentimentality.

Deepening the kiss into something far harder, Matthew starts to move, hips slow at first but not giving Bennet long to get used to him before he's speeding up, thrusting faster.

Bennet is caught off guard by Matthew's sudden vigour, grunting as his lover sets a punishing pace, fucking him hard into the mattress. Like Bennet's done to him many times.

And there's something about submitting to his lover that turns Bennet on.

Matthew continues to move, fast and furious, trusting in his lover to do what is necessary if he needs this to end. It feels too good to stop, and he continues to drive relentlessly forward into his lover. The bed springs creak anxiously, headboard thumping loud against the wall, as Matthew bites at Bennet's throat.

Bennet groans, not usually given to vocal enthusiasm but tonight his lover is driving him to new territories.

"Please, sir," he gasps. "Touch me, sir."

Matthew is too far gone in his own pleasure to remember the rules of their game. He gives in at once, oblivious to who's meant to be giving the orders and who's meant to be following, hand wrapping around Bennet's cock and starting to stroke him as relentlessly as his hips move.

"Fuck..." he groans, teeth raking down Bennet's throat, latching onto his shoulder as he moans.

Bennet's pleasure catches up to him too soon, his whole body spasming with his release as he shouts to the heavens and clings tight to his lover.

Matthew cannot hold out any longer, not with Bennet so tight around him, and making those noises. He comes hard, deep inside his lover, shouts filling the house.

Bennet tries to catch his breath, clinging to his lover with both hands and placing a soft kiss to his sweat-damp cheek.

Collapsed over his lover, Matthew accepts the kiss with a tired and sated grunt.

"Are you alright?" he thinks to ask after a moment. "Did I hurt you?"

"'Course you didn't," Bennet says dismissively, though he reckons he'll be sore in the morning.

"You liked taking charge there, Captain?"

"Couldn't help myself," Matthew blushes, embarrassed now that the moment has passed.

"You looked so good in that uniform of yours."

"Not so bad yourself," Bennet says, capturing his lover's lips in a kiss.

"I reckon we should do that again sometime."

"Sometime," Matthew agrees, voice gruff and hoarse.

"Not now. Too old."

Bennet laughs quietly against his lover's cheek.

"Now who's the old man?"

"I'm still obscenely too young for you," Matthew grins, pulling away from his lover at last to lie at his side instead.

"You're a cradle-snatcher."

Bennet aches at the loss, his body already starting to feel his lover's hard use of his old bones.

"I'm acting like your patron now, am I?"

Matthew laughs, closing his eyes as he settles into his lover's side.

"That'd suggest I was some penniless reliant."

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