TITLE: Black and Blues

AUTHOR: Belladonna

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters. If I did there would be MUCH more leather and more sex.

PAIRING: Doggett/? (Shut up, it's a surprise!) Slash.

RATING: NC 17

WARNINGS: Ummm… sorta kinda non-con. And, yep, slash. ;-)

SPOILERS: :snicker: Oh, wait, were you serious? Do you all know that John Doggett was once with the NYPD? Well then, that's all you need to know. Seriously, it's just a little harmless Halloween fun.

FEEDBACK: Don't make me beg. belladonna81575@yahoo.com

NOTES: A Halloween present for my wife, Rachelle, because she's the reason I write. And hell, she sent me pretty pics of the boys in blue. Not necessarily in the same universe as all my other Doggett fic. Thanks to KimberlyFDR for a lightening quick beta!

SUMMARY: "Wanna play a game?"

It was late when Officer John Doggett, dressed in his uniform blues, walked through the park, looking for troublemakers. They always seemed to come out in force on Halloween - kids looking for someone to harass, or fight with, or just some old-fashioned mischief. It didn't take long to find one of those troublemakers. He wasn't surprised. It was after midnight, after all, long past the time for regular people to be home, tucked into bed.

The kid was sitting on a bench along the deserted jogging path, arms spread out on the back of the bench, legs outstretched, and feet wide apart. The snug fit of the leather pants he wore, along with his stance, highlighted the bulge of his crotch. Dark hair spilled messily across the kid's forehead, shadowing his eyes. A battered black leather jacket, plain white tee shirt, and heavy boots completed the look.

This kid was obviously looking for one of two things; one, a fight; or two, a fuck. John took in the sluttish mouth, lips parted, the lower one glimmering wetly; the half-closed eyes… he was definitely looking for a customer. John smiled devilishly, already imagining the kid's mouth around his cock. He could take this opportunity to teach this kid a lesson, as well as getting himself a blowjob from a pro.

"Hey, kid, what the hell are you doing out here?" John tried to make his voice threatening, resting one hand on his gun and the other on the top of his nightstick.

The boy's head turned lazily towards John as a barely-there smile crossed his features. John hadn't snuck up on him, and the kid wasn't the least little bit nervous about being alone with a cop. "I'm not doing anything, Officer." The voice was pure sex, husky and low and warm. "Just resting my legs." The kid let the long muscles in his thighs relax, shifting his legs even further apart in a blatant invitation.

"You shouldn't be in the park." John stepped closer, stopping beside the bench. "All kinda crazies out here at night."

"I'm not too worried." The boy looked up at John through his lashes, the light from the nearby streetlight glinting in the emerald green.

"Done much business tonight?" John's voice was bland as he asked the question. He needed to keep the upper hand with this kid. No way a cheap street hustler was gonna get the better of John Doggett tonight.

The side of the kid's mouth twisted up in a grin as he acknowledged the barb. "Not enough for me to call it a night yet. Why, Officer? You wanna make me an offer?" The hustler's hand slipped off the bench to stroke lightly across the straining leather over his crotch. The sound of leather on leather was rough and sensual.

"I could run you in right now for soliciting." John unsnapped his cuffs and dangled them from one finger. "In fact, I think I should." John caught the hustler's wrist, twisting it up behind him in a smooth motion; his weight pushing the boy against the bench.

"Oh, really?" The hustler didn't fight to free himself at all. Instead he pressed his hips back so that his ass rubbed against John's crotch.

John groaned, amazed at how quickly the kid had gotten him going. He was pretty, and it had been a long time since he'd been with a man like this, but normally John didn't go from zero to sixty in a few seconds. But this kid… it was perfect. He could fuck him the kid hard, then let him go. If he didn't arrest the hustler, then he'd be sure to keep his mouth shut about tonight.

"Yeah, I'm gonna arrest you…" John tightened his grip on the kid's arm, pulling it up even higher until he heard an answering grunt of pain. "Unless… we can negotiate something."

"So, what's the deal?" The hustler sounded a little breathless, probably from the pain and John's weight on top of him.

"Well, you get down on your knees…" John kicked the kid's legs apart with his own, forcing his crotch into the cleft of his ass. "Open that slutty mouth, and suck my fucking cock."

The hustler grunted again, shifting his hips back, pushing against John. "And if I do, you won't arrest me?"

"Exactly." The kid smelled of sweat and vanilla and sex; and John had to still his thrusting hips before he came.

"I can live with that."

With a muffled laugh of triumph John released the hustler, standing up and reaching for his fly. The boy turned around, a small smile on his lips. He dropped to his knees in a smooth graceful movement, looking at John through his lashes again. "Well?" His pink tongue flicked out, swiping across his lower lip, wetting it. "Unfasten your pants."

Jesus, this kid was hot! John fumbled with his pants, cursing. He finally re-snapped his cuffs into their case so he could use both hands. He undid his belt, then his pants, shoving both pants and boxers halfway down his thighs. His cock was already red and leaking. "Get the fuck over here." John said harshly, wrapping his fingers into the kid's dark hair.

John shoved his dick into the hustler's open mouth hard, trying to ram it all the way down his throat. The kid struggled a little, his hands clutching at John's moving hips to try to slow him down. But John wouldn't be stopped, fucking the kid's mouth relentlessly, not even slowing when teeth occasionally grazed his flesh. His mouth was so hot, so smooth; his throat was so welcoming and so very deep… with a harsh cry he only managed to half muffle, John came; shooting deep into the hustler's throat.

It seemed like he came forever; the intensity of the feeling helped by the kid's hand massaging John's balls. But eventually the wondrous feeling ended, and the kid let John's cock slip out of his mouth with a slutty grin and a sensuous lick across his come-slicked lips.

John collapsed forward onto his knees, hands braced in the warm grass, panting. "Holy god." He whispered, closing his eyes. It felt like his heart was beating so hard that it might burst out of his chest.

"Liked that, did you?' The hustler's voice was smug as he climbed to his feet, brushing off his leather pants.

"Fuck yeah."

"Good." John twisted his head to see the hustler unlacing his own fly. He took out his cock; fingering the leaking head, and began to stroke it, using his own pre-come as lube. "I liked it, too." He leaned forward until John could feel the kid's breath in his ear. "You made me hard, Officer." The kid leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I like it rough like that." John groaned and closed his eyes, feeling an impossible twitch from his cock. "And I fucking love the way you taste."

Suddenly John was face down on the grass and his hips had been roughly seized. It took his fucked-stupid mind a second to understand and comprehend the feel of the hustler's hard cock pressing against the cleft of his ass. "No!" John yelled, struggling to get his knees under him. But his uniform pants hampered his movements, holding his securely under the kid's weight.

The snap of the handcuff holster frightened John even more, and he struggled even harder to get free. But when the cuffs clicked closed around one wrist, he knew the struggle was useless. Within ten seconds the hustler had John's hands cuffed behind him in the small of his back. John could feel the bare skin of the kid's stomach against his fingers and some small part of him realized he wanted to let the kid do this. John had fucked both men and women, but he'd never let anyone take him. And he shouldn't want this, should he? Surely not. He fucked them, never the other way around.

The kid moved against John's back again, his cock pressing against John's tight hole. "Please, don't." John stammered out, trying to press himself flat to the ground to get away. "I've never…"

"Hush." A leather-covered hand stroked through John's sweaty hair. The weight against John's back increased as the hustler spoke into John's ear. "Did you think it'd be so easy? That you could stick your cock in my mouth and then walk away?" His voice was soothing even though the words were not. "That you could fuck me, then leave me aching?" The hustler moved his hips a little, and John felt the top of the kid's wet cock barely pressing into the opening of his body. "Not a fucking chance, cop." The voice had turned vicious, nearly into a snarl. "You got yours…" John shuddered as the kid's tongue licked a damp path up the side of John's neck. "Now I get mine."

He snapped his hips, his cock pushing into John's hole. It burned and hurt and John wanted to scream. But he didn't. Instead he fought to get free.

"Stop it, dammit!" John struggled, trying to get his knees under him, to get his bound hands twisted around to reach his gun; to do something.

The hustler stopped moving, holding John's writing body down with his own. He was deceptively strong, his body nothing by compact and coiled muscle. When John felt the kid jerk his service weapon free he immediately stopped moving. Better to be raped them to be killed.

The barrel of the gun slid up John's now bare back until it touched his shirt; tucked up under his arms in his struggle. Then the gun slowly stroked across John's hairline, raising goose bumps in its wake. The hustler thrust his hips once, then twice more, shoving his cock all the way into John's tense body. John grunted in pain, but the feel of the gun on the back of his neck kept him still.

"Just give me a chance…" The kid said softly, rocking his hips from side to side. He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts as he began to move.

And the stars exploded behind John's eyes. The kid's cock moved again, rubbing against John's prostate and he cried out, this time in pleasure.

The hustler continued to move, slowly at first, then faster as John began to push back into the thrusts. John's groans of pain changed to ones of need and desire as his own cock began to fill. He'd never imagined that being fucked could feel this good. He grunted again, his forehead pressing into the grass roughly with a particularly deep thrust of the other man's cock.

"Please!" John heard himself gasp; his need to come now desperate.

The hustler reached around and closed his leather-covered fist around John's cock; squeezing and beginning to jack him roughly in time to his thrusts. That's all it took, and John was coming again; feeling as though he was dying. His muscles clamped down on the cock inside of him, and with a strangled groan the hustler came as well.

They collapsed into a sweaty heap in the grass, both panting like racehorses. Warm lips pressed against the nape of John's neck as the hustler spoke. "Still gonna arrest me?"

"Hell no." John rolled over onto his side with a grunt so he could see the other man's flushed face. "I'm gonna take your ass home with me."

The kid laughed; the sound wonderfully musical and bright in the still night. "Can you afford me, Officer?"

John just smiled, raising his eyebrows. "Got a name, kid?"

"Alex." He said with the same predatory smile he'd worn right before he pounced on John earlier.

"Well, Alex, unlock these cuffs, and we'll get outta here."

"Okay." Alex fumbled for John's keys, unlocking the cuffs awkwardly. He stood, watching John warily, as if worried that John hadn't meant what he said.

John put that worry to rest by grabbing Alex's shoulders and pulling him into their first kiss.

"Take me home with you." Alex whispered into John's mouth.

"Of course." John tugged on Alex's hand and led him out of the darkened park.

***

Later that night, in his bedroom, John lay with his head pilled on Alex's bad shoulder, eyes closed. He was drifting, pleasantly hazy from a second blowjob.

"Was that what you had in mind, Johnny?" Alex's voice was quiet and a little hesitant. He hadn't spoken more then a handful of words since they'd left the park.

"Yes, Alex… it was exactly what I wanted." John opened his eyes to look at Alex's face. "Were you worried?" A tilt of his head was Alex's only answer. "Why?"

"I thought… the cuffs… the gun... I was worried I'd gone too far."

"Not at all. It was amazing." John looked over at the chair in the corner, piled high with black leather and police blues. This had been a fantasy of John's for a long time, and luckily he'd still had his blues from his days with the NYPD. The pistol belt was hanging over one of the arms, the cuffs gleaming in the moonlight. "It was perfect, Alex." John pressed his lips to his lover's softly before teasing him. "Hey, you're the one who had to pretend to be a rent-boy. I think I had it a little easier then you did."

Alex growled, rolling over so he was braced on top of John's body. "I have to admit that I never heard of the custom of using Halloween to make fantasies come true."

"Well… Halloween is all about doing the unexpected, right? Being what you dream of? I can't even begin to tell you the hundreds of times I've dreamed of you in those pants…" John twinned his fingers through Alex's messy hair. "And you were a thousand times hotter then I could have ever imagined." John pulled Alex's head down to silence his lover's answer with a deep kiss.

Maybe next Halloween John would tell Alex about the dream he'd had where it was Alex in police blues… a young innocent patrolman, and John was all in black, a hardened criminal… and this time it was John who was on his knees.

On to the sequel Indiscretions