Thread by @AderinAO3

The kinda scenario I always imagine because I'm obsessed with it. Person A tying to "buy" person B. But person B isn't "up for sale". Person A is just that powerful. One of many instances where I've thought about it.

Person A.
- Undercover server
- Crime (petty crime, small scale)

Person B.
- Undercover detective(?)
- Private, freelance
- A man of questionable morals

Person B and his friend are chilling in the lounge getting a read on the setting, aka ogling the workers.
Person B calls over Person A.
His friend nudges him, "I don't think he's a dancer."
Person B waves him off.
Person A approaches and asks what he can do for them.

Person B's friend rolls his eyes and asks Person A to get "water for this thirsty man"
They just take up his time. Keeping his attention on them. Person B gets a little handsy. Person A doesn't really mind, he's used to it, also means better tips. He turns up the charm.

Gunfire starts. Some yelling.

Person B's expression gets dark and he pulls Person A into his arms. They lay low.

Person A's heart is beating like crazy even though he'd anticipated this. He let's his guard down, relaxes in the other's arms. Protected.

Person A just listens to the cacophony, the muttering of the two men.

He doesn't notice the handcuffs until they snap around one of his wrists. His eyes widen.

"What are you doing?"

Person B doesn't look at him.

"Don't think I didn't notice, love."

AN// Here's where Person B becomes a real asshole, so if you don't like mean bullies stop now fbdbdbhs

The popping sounds of gunshots to their left distracts him. Patrons and workers stampede as they flee. Person B takes the opportunity to drag them out among the crowd.

Person A notices belatedly that the man's friend is not with them anymore.

AN//scene skip, he essentially kidnaps him for "interrogation" .

He just needs the money, he's just a pawn, he's good at what he does and the plan should be going well but being KIDNAPPED was not part of the plan.

The man has him handcuffed to a bolted down chair. The fluorescent lights hurt to look at, his eyes sting with sensitivity.

He hadn't had the chance to see where he'd been taken, the man had knocked him out in the parking lot.

"So who hired you?"

His head is still swimming, eyes unfocused on the floor.

The man kicks the chair. It doesn't move due to the bolts, but the force still jostles him.

"What?"

The man tsks, "Come on, you're not stupid."

Person A blinks. He says it like it's a fact.

AN//Haha jk this isn't petty crime. Whoops, I'm too whipped for organized crime.

"They'd told me to go for the 'weakest link'"

Person B circles him.

"There's no reason someone with your skill set is running around with these amateurs for fun. Who's running the show?"

Person A frowns. It's just been their handful of boys involved. They heard security would be weaker at this location. The rest sent to accommodate some other high-profile clients. They'd researched, kinda.

The owner surprisingly had no affiliations with the mafia. He was clean. As clean as a businessman in this business could be.

"It's just... Just us," he mutters. He doesn't mean to give him that knowledge. It just slipped out. He clearly thinks him to be bigger than he is.

"I don't believe you." Person B is standing behind him right now. Not bring able to see the man makes him nervous.

A hand pulls his head back. His back digs into the metal of the chair, neck craning uncomfortably.

The grip stings, he feels his eyes tear up as he's forced to stare right into those awful lights.

Person B is bluffing. He doesn't actually know what Person A is capable of. He had seen the way he carried himself. They were supposedly undercover for months.

Was it really all for a couple thousand of dollars?

He's having his doubts now. The way they'd just given in, hadn't even bothered trying to pretend they weren't involved in the armed robbery.

Still.

Maybe he'll take a different approach.

Pain would probably work on them. But that wouldn't be nearly as fun. He won't deny, there's a reason he freelances, he doesn't particularly want to be on the side of the law.

"My, perhaps you really /are/ the weak link. No wonder your friends left you..."

He trails his fingers down their neck. The tears forming at the corner of their eyes threatening to spill out. Person B pushed their head forward again and settles in front of him again.

"Oh, don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." He tips Person A's chin up.

He's not tearing up because he's fucking scared. His eyes just sting. He glares at the man.

Person B asks him more questions. None that he really has answers to. So he stays resolutely silent.

They stare at each other for a while.

He wonders when the violent part of the interrogation will start. He really doesn't know anything. He wonders if he'll be tortured regardless. A sense of unease settles over him at the thought.

Person B finally drops his chin and sighs.

"If you don't want to speak, that's fine. We can put your mouth to better use." He starts to unbuckle his belt.

Woah, woah, wait what. Where did this escalation come from.

Person B sees the shock that crosses Person A's face. This'll probably work then, if not, well...

AN// Just letting y'all know I am disgusted and that's the exact reason I'm writing it. Also 🔞🔞🔞 at this point.

"With a pretty face like that, in this world, I bet you've sucked plenty of dick, right love?"

Person A makes a noise at that. Man, this is really happening.

OK, either this or intense pain. Just a quick blowjob, probably. That's fine, perfectly fine.

Person A stares up through his lashes at Person B. Lips slightly parted, he blinks slowly. He's prepared.

Person B stares blankly at the seated man. Well, that wasn't supposed to happen.

He thinks back to the club, when he'd very rudely manhandled the waiter, and how he'd just accepted it, all with a smile on his face. Coy and teasing. He didn't think it'd carry to this moment.

Person B sighs inwardly. To be honest he's not thinking about how right or wrong this is. He's just acknowledging that this doesn't benefit the investigation in any way. And he might do it anyways.

Why? Well he did single the server out because he had his suspicions. But he also wanted to have some fun. He'd hoped that if it was nothing he would have the opportunity to bed the man at the end of the day.

Unfortunately, he noticed that the boy was definitely involved with the little troupe. Sometimes his eyes would stray in their direction, body or ear always slightly angled towards them. He hadn't flinched during the gunfire, didn't try to run. Biding his time in his arms.

He pushes his pants down. Tight briefs around his thighs, he pulls his soft dick out.

Person A immediately leans forward, as far as they can go with their hands cuffed to the metal backrest.

"Ah, fuck. Eager aren't you?" Person B holds his length up for the other.

The man's skin smells like cologne, all the more apparent near his groin. It's dark and dizzying. His lips drag along the sides of Person B's dick. He closes his eyes and tries to get into the right head space. Person A exhales with a shiver, tongue poking out as he trails up.

He kitten licks the head of Person B's cock; getting used to the taste. A hand snakes into his hair again, pushing his fringe up, his head goes with it.

"Mouth open, love." He obeys.

"Want to get it nice and wet for yourself." Person B holds him there until spit pools.

Person B rubs the head of his cock against Person A's tongue. "Wouldn't want to be uncomfortable, right?"

The man lessens his hold on Person A. He has a point, he acquiesces and laves the gathered saliva over his length. Person B's grip tightens when he gets back to the head.

Person B pushes him down slowly. Person A's shoulders pull back as his body bends forward uncomfortably, again. The height of the chair would put him at about the same height as the other's ribcage, so you can only imagine the discomfort this position provides.

The slide is easy due to all the spit. It's warm and wet, and when Person A takes in as much as he can, given his situation, Person B rolls his hips upwards. The action pushes his cock a little further in and Person A makes a noise of surprise and stops himself from gagging.

"Wow, what a fast reaction." Person B pets his hair adoringly before moving closer, pushing in between Person A's legs. It lessens the distance and eases the stretch in his back. Person B's cock is securely nestled in his mouth now and he continues the slow roll of his hips.

The head of his cock drags along Person A's palate. When he relaxes enough, Person B buries his fingers back in the man's hair and holds him there. He sighs, "You must suck a lot of dick at home."

If Person A could pout, he would. He settles the furrow in his brows.

"Is that all they keep you around for?"

He responds with a sound similar to a snort. Person A doesn't quite manage to convey his annoyance with their dick in his mouth. He hopes this guy doesn't spend the whole time talking.

Person B's lips quirk a little at the bit of defiance in the other's eyes. Strange that he doesn't seem too happy about it but also isn't resisting. Person B starts to thrust into their mouth, the angle is a bit odd but doable.

His breathing quickens and he notes Person A's does too; breathy noises with a hint of a whine under them.

Person B groans, "Just a hot piece of ass to look at, always willing to get down on your knees for them, hm?"

Person A blushes at that. Thinly masked shame and exertion tints his cheeks. His jaw starts to ache and the feeling of the cock hitting the back of his throat starts to meld together. He tries to control his breathing as the cock slides in and out, but loses his timing.

He tries to catch a breath but ends up swallowing around the head. Person B groans, cursing, and Person A can't help the whine he let's out. There's static building in his ears and-- he really does enjoy it. Why else would he be willing to let this stranger fuck his face.

Person A doesn't hear the gasp Person B lets out. But when he pulls out, to just his head and begins stroking himself into the seated man's mouth, Person A closes his eyes and /sucks/. The bitter warmth hit his tongue as Person B tilts his own head back, basking in his release.

He slips his cock out and holds Person A's mouth open. "God I've wanted to do that for hours." Person A yanks his head out of his grasp. There's a pause where the man contemplates what to do with the cum in his mouth. If he should swallow or spit it out. Maybe at Person B's feet.

Person B watches him expectedly. He closes his mouth, he thinks hard about spitting it out before he decisively swallows.

"Good boy," Person B smiles at him, approval in his eyes. He tucks himself back in before leaving the room.

Person A sits there, wishing he could massage his damn jaw. He's not sure how much time passes but he's about to doze off, earlier events and activities tiring him out. He can't imagine sleeping like this though, his neck already feels fucked up from the blow job.

Eventually, the man returns holding a water bottle and a few napkins.

Person B shrugs, "It's all I have at the moment." Of course he doesn't uncuff him, just feeds the water to him as he wipes up leftover spit and cum, a few dribbles of water.

They don't say anything after that. Person B stares at his phone for a long moment. It vibrates in his hand and he picks up. They share a look before Person B leaves the room again.

Person A tries clearing his throat, the abuse is sure to affect his ability to speak.

Person B comes back, dragging another chair behind him. It looks significantly more comfortable than the one he's in right now, plain wood. He sits down heavily and asks again, "So, you really don't know anything?"

Person A is tired. He doesn't care anymore.

"I just work there, have been for a couple months."

Person B crosses his arms, he's expecting bullshit.

"They just told me I'd get a cut if I gave them a heads up on the schedules."

Person B blinks. He's surprised that worked. It's more than he had to work with earlier.

"You would have had to quit your job..." He trails off, skeptical.

"I like the job, it's...exciting, but y'know?" It wouldn't be missed.

"This kind of stuff happen often?"

Person A shrugs. Kinda. Usually less nerve-wracking though.

"You really don't know anything more."

"Nope," he pops the 'p'.

Person B thinks for a bit. "Well, I'd apologize--"

"I'm used to it," Person A bristles, he doesn't need an apology. Person B frowns at being interrupted and then thinks about that statement.

"I'm used to it."

Person B frowns.

"Don't make that face, you don't really have the right to, " Person A says, tone apathetic.

Person B doesn't feel guilty. It's just unexpected.

It's not his problem if the boy's automatic response to something like this is to just take it. His eye twitches.

Person A sits up a bit straighter. He revels in the other's discomfort. "I kind of like it," he pouts.

"Gotta pretend I despise it, and then it gets me hot and bothered late at night." Cheeky, and smug. Very smug.

Person B huffs, "Well, before you interrupted me, you should probably know you've gotten involved in something big. Your boss was in negotiations with the GCAP group."

Person A is blindsided by the change of topic, or rather, they were never on the same page to begin with.

"What?"

"The meeting was tonight."

Security. Other location. High-profile clients.

"Oh fuck...," he breathes out.

Person B leans back. "So you understand now? Good to know you have some brains. I overestimated you after all."

Person A is still trying to process, but that comment catches his attention. "You're the one who made an assumption, maybe you're bad at your job. Whatever you are."

"Detective. Private," he continues, "Your friends are very unlucky. I was hired because they felt like someone was sniffing around. I think they figured it was an opposing group. Not a small group of petty thieves."

"I don't particularly want to know where you got those guns but...This is going to cause some issues. For everyone. There's going to be a lot of misunderstandings. So if you know anything more or can figure it out later, that'd be helpful."

Person A freezes again. They were all so young and stupid. Of course they'd see them a mile away. They hired an investigator. He's not so confident about the others' well-being now. Fucking mafia.

"Fuck did I just help start a gang war?"

It's Person B's turn to shrug.

He's been trying to ignore the gravely quality of Person A's voice. They've both not acknowledged it. Even though it makes it a bit harder to understand what he's saying.

Person A clears his throat, "So, if they knew...they let it happen because they wanted to...catch us."

Person B stares him down and nods.

The younger whines, "Fucking hell. I clearly don't know anything useful."

"It was moderately helpful," Person B teases.

Person A's developing headache gets worse when he throws his head back to stare at the ceiling. Stupid fucking lights.

"My friend is looking into it a bit more. You'll have to stay here, with me, until we round up everyone."

"Seriously?"

"Hey, either we form a guise that we're looking into it or /they/ do it themselves."

Less mercy.

"Wait, you're not gonna keep me as a sex slave, right?"

Person B actually laughs at that. "Not unless you want to be one, I don't know what you're into. You won't have to stay bound if you behave though," he smirks.

Person A can't help thinking he looks attractive like that. Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome.