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A/N: Uh, to Lyaso who noticed one little mistake... Rather than editing and having people look at your review at ff.net and be like, 'What is she talking about?' I decided to use the mistake and work it into my story. Hope you like your unintentional influence. ^^ To those at adultff.net, yeah, I have Roberto in room 105 but accidently typed in 106 for the Quarry to attack. And for those few asking (does anyone even read these notes?) the guys do have their own story... in my head. But an online comic is putting their story together, and can be found at - fading innocence . keenspace . com - remove the spaces. And there is no www in front of it, just the http.
Never Meant to Be
Chapter 13
Roberto turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, a confused expression on his face. He could have sworn he heard a noise coming from somewhere on the floor, but from what he understood, there shouldn't be anyone nearby. The organization had rented out the adjacent rooms and the one across from his to give the group more privacy. And unless someone just entered one of the two remaining suites, Roberto hadn't seen any neighbors.
He shook some water off of his hair and threw on a robe. Exiting out of the bathroom, he threw a glance to where Brooklyn stood. He couldn't help but smile gently as he made his way out of his room and towards the front door. He could hear arguing outside his door. He looked into the peephole and pulled back, even more confused. He couldn't see anything.
With a sigh, he opened the door. He noticed several things at once.
The peep hole had been covered by duct tape, and it looked like the ones across the room had had the same treatment. There were three men standing in front of a busted in door of room 106. Two wore blue hooded uniforms and carried sledge hammers charged with electricity, judging by the cackling sound. And a hotel employee was standing in the room, looking troubled until their eyes met.
Mierda!! Quarrymen!!
Roberto slammed the door shut, locking it with every bold provided. He ran to his bedroom as he heard one of the three men shout "Bust it open!!" He made it to his room and shut the door closed as well, locking it to hopefully provide him some extra precious seconds. He could hear the door to his suite cracking open as he grabbed the phone and threw himself over the bed, rolling and dropping to the other side. He dialed Gary's extension, damning himself for not carrying on gun with him at all times, and waited.
He backed up as his bedroom door exploded inwards just as he heard a sleepy voice answer the phone.
"Ugh, hello?"
"Gary!"
One of the Quarrymen lifted the hammer and brought it down on the phone's base, effectively silencing the phone.
For a brief moment, Roberto had a spark of hope. The hotel employee was not in sight. Could he have run off for help?
That thought was immediately killed by the second one. Quarrymen were known to be ruthless. Unless they knew the employee, he should have been knocked unconscious or killed the second he had stumbled upon them.
"Well, fuckin' shit," said one with a Southern accent. "He brings a whole new meaning to 'gargoyle lover.'"
"Absolutely disgusting," said the second, with a touch of a foreign accent. Roberto would be tempted to say French.
The tone had him move into fighting stance, despite knowing that there was little chance of subduing two men armed with weapons and driven by hate. But Brooklyn was defenseless, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ran out, leaving the gargoyle behind.
The first man raised his hammer. Roberto threw the phone towards the foreign guy's face. While the Quarryman didn't bother to block it, he did turn his head and pull back slightly. Roberto used that moment to launch over the bed and tackle the man. Both of them went tumbling down and Roberto was able to pull the sledge hammer away. The weight of it surprised him, and he was only able to bring it up far enough to deflect the blow from above by the second attacker.
The impact weakened his hold and he dropped the hammer.
He was grabbed around the arms and chest and hoisted upward.
Roberto gave a short yelp as he was thrown onto the bed. He found himself pinned down by the foreign guy. One hand gripped his hair painfully, pressing his head against the bed. The other had managed to trap both wrists behind his back. The other adjusted his grip on the hammer and began to make his way around the bed to where Brooklyn stood, a smile frozen on his face.
"No, please!!"
"Shut up, you're next."
Roberto tried to swallow his fear and focus. There was still one trick up his sleeve, and even though he loathed to use it, the rate of success was high. But he needed to get rid of the panic first, otherwise the consequences would be much worse.
"I'll do anything. Just... please..." Roberto stopped struggling and dropped his voice, feeling his temperature change. His power was releasing, and he could see that the southern man halted his progress and turned to look at him. He felt the man on top of him press down harder against him, his hold becoming what felt more dangerous as the hand released his hair and moved to his neck, thumb and finger on both sides of his chin, immobolizing his head completely.
That dangerously intimate hold sent a spark of fear through Roberto. His fear grew stronger as the two men yanked their masks off, revealing predatory looks in their eyes.
It was never a good sign when the mask came off. It usually meant death.
The foreigner, one had to admit, had a young, handsome, aristocratic appearance, with stylish brown hair only slightly messed up by the mask, and hazel eyes. The southern guy was a complete opposite. He was a least forty, with a thick mustache stopping short of covering his lips, and a thick scar running down from the side of his face to the throat.
Either way, they both looked deadly. His chances of surviving dropped down to below zero.
Simple seduction would have lowered their guard, allowing for mistakes to happen. With simple seduction, Roberto would have been able to manipulate them into fighting each other for dibs on him.
If fear seeped into his powers, however, it seemed to fuel an animalistic lust and a need to dominate.
The inhuman look in their eyes confirmed that he had failed to keep his panic from leaking out.
"Anything, huh?" said Southern. "Fuck, boy.. I know I like cunt, but you certainly are a pretty delicate looking young thing. Even though you are little too dark for my taste."
Foreigner thrust his pelvis into Roberto's backside. "I wonder if you're tight, though. Especially if that beast has been doing you."
Roberto couldn't keep a panicked whimper from escaping his throat, and that only seemed to urge them men even more.
"We don't need your willingness, boy. If it weren't for the fact that the monster would hunt us down, I think I'd rather enjoy fucking your brains out and leaving him to find your mutilated body in this bed."
"Doesn't that sound lovely," whispered Foreigner, breathing into and nibbling Roberto's ear.
Roberto's only option was to fight out of this, so he began to thrash about as Southern Man set the hammer on the edge of the bed and quickly joined his partner in trying to subdue him. Roberto shouted and cursed as he was flipped onto his back.
"I bet that mouth of yours will feel pretty good," said Southern Man.
"Not if I bite it off!!" growled Roberto, earning himself a strike against the face. He felt one of them sliding his hand up his robe, groping him. He wriggled desperately, and felt one arm get free. With the force that he pulled his arm, he managed to slam his elbow into the face of one of the attackers. The hit surprised the other, allowing Roberto to smash the heal of his hand into the nose of the Foreigner.
He was let go, and Roberto scrambled up. He grabbed the abandoned hammer and pulled at the switch. The hum of electricity filled the air and he turned and swung as the other two men tried to get up. The hammer hit them both and sent them flying into the wall.
Roberto panted for air, his grip still tight on the hammer.
"What the fuck?!"
Roberto whirled around, tense and unsure if he had enough strength for another battle. To his utter relief, Gary stood at his bedroom door, gun out, and looking at the mess in disbelief. Roberto dropped to his knees and began to laugh bitterly. "Madre de Dios, what took you so long?"
Gary came up beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry. It took me a bit to figure out who was it that called me."
Roberto glanced over to where Brooklyn stood. "At least he's safe."
Gary nodded. "Now we got to figure what to do with him before the police arrive."
X
"The eight o'clock meeting's preparations are almost done," Owen was saying, as he stood in front of Xanatos's desk.
"Good. Once this is out of the way, most of the day is free, correct?"
"Yes, sir. I've managed to push back some of the other appointments into the rest of the days of this week."
The chirping of a cell phone interrupted him.
"Begging your pardon, sir." Owen answered the phone.
"Burnett speaking, how may I help you?"
Xanatos watched with curiosity as a perplexed expression flickered on the usually stoic man's face.
"I see. The situation will be dealt with swiftly. Do as you need and trust in me." Owen hung up.
"A problem?"
"Yes, sir. And quite serious. I am in need of the company helicopter. We need an immediate transport of a large and heavy package."
Xanatos raised an eyebrow. "Really. You have my permission, Owen. Although, I do expect a full report later on in the day."
"Of course, Mr. Xanatos." With a bow, Owen left the office.
X
"I swear, you are more trouble than help."
Stacey could only smile at the officer before her. This was just perfect. Officer Marlon, if she remembered correctly, was the same officer that 'helped' with the Purity case. The one that she had hoped Roberto, Mike, and Jack would not encounter. It seemed that the fates were conspiring against her.
The officer, or sheriff, to be more accurate, stepped inside. Bluestone, Maza, Roberto and Gary were already inside. She knew that Jimmy and Jack should be next, followed by Christina and Mike. And of course, all the crime scene techs. She hoped that they would arrive before Mike to keep him occupied. Roberto was wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. His hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. He was sitting in one of the chairs, arms crossed, looking at the floor. Gary was talking to Maza and Bluestone, one hand resting near Roberto's shoulder. The proximity was enough to make Stacey falter in step.
The Roberto looked up and started at the sight of Sheriff Marlon. It was the exact reaction she expected when she first saw him. Gary turned and had a similar reaction, jerking his hand away from Roberto. Stacey couldn't help but grin to herself. It seemed that Gary didn't mind being close to Roberto so long as there weren't any of the others around. After all, they were such a gossiping bunch.
"So what the hell is going on here? I thought they were killing ladies? This the same crew or a different one?" He stared at Roberto. "You may be girly looking, but it's clear you're no girl."
"Thanks for the comment," growled Roberto, regaining his composure.
"My crew will be in. I really hope you guys didn't mess anything up."
"We're not amateurs. In case you've forgotten, we all, with the exception of Roberto here, hold Detective status," Gary said.
Maza and Bluestone also looked miffed.
Stacey briefly wondered whether they have had the privilege to work with him before.
"Sheriff Marlon," started Maza, before a huge burst of wind blew in from Roberto's room. The remainder of the door flew back towards them. Gary and Bluestone jumped and ran towards the room.
"What in hell's name?!" shouted the sheriff.
Stacey ran to see what was going on, Maza running next to her. They arrived in time to see Gary and Bluestone by the balcony, both with a somewhat panicked look on their face before they both slid the door shut. They both turned with nervous grins on their faces. "I don't recall gusty winds being on the weather report tonight," said Bluestone.
"What idiot left that door open!" shouted Marlon.
"Well, I left the scene untouched," Roberto growled out. "They were going to throw me off the balcony. Or at least, that's what one of them said. Hence the open door. Duh."
Marlon just gave him a look.
The temperature seemed to drop several degrees, and it wasn't from the blast of air from outside. It was very clear that Marlon had already judged Roberto despite meeting him for the very first time. And it was also clear that Roberto was judging him, most likely from appearance alone. Marlon looked a lot like a younger Callahan, and Stacey was glad that Roberto was projecting anger instead of the fear she thought he would have.
X
Elisa watched as the crime techs were snapping away with their cameras. Looking up, she watched as Sheriff Marlon interviewed Roberto. There was no love shared between either man, and it was something she really couldn't figure out. Neither one knew the other, and while she could only assume Marlon's reasons for disliking Roberto, she couldn't figure out the other man. Maybe the Sheriff reminded them of someone else. Maybe the Callahan guy?
McDonald came up next to her. "I just got word from Jimmy. Seems the two Quarrymen hinted that their source of information might be an inside job."
Somehow, Elisa knew where this was going. "You think it was Officer June?"
McDonald shrugged her shoulders. "I believe so. Jack and I watched him give a picture of Roberto to some other guy."
"Where is he now?"
"He's unaware that we're onto him. He's going to be brought in for an interview later on, but first Jimmy and Christina are going to head the rest of the interrogation between the Quarrymen."
"Who's taking charge of the June interview?"
"Well, IA is, so we're out of the picture. But I think they were going to let your captain and either you or Bluestone sit in and observe. After all, he is an integral link to our cases."
Elisa nodded.
"So. What was up with the looks Bluestone and Gary had on their faces?"
"When the wind blew? I'm not sure, but I can take a wild guess. Matt mentioned Xanatos's helicopter. He has no real reason of being here, unless one of the Gargoyles was nearby and needed to be lifted out of here."
"Uh, the red one? Brooklyn?"
"That's my guess. And if that's the case, I'll be having a discussion with Owen Burnett, that's for sure."
"The blond stiff?"
Elisa held back a chuckle. "There's more to him that what you see. But he is primarily responsible for Xanatos's PR, and keeping the Gargoyles as hidden as possible is one of his responsibilities. If Brooklyn was here, I bet he was one of the first people Roberto contacted to get Brooklyn out of here."
McDonald looked perplexed. "They have really gotten close, haven't they?"
Elisa didn't like the sound in the other woman's voice. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No, not yet. I mean, not really. I think. Except..."
"Except what?"
McDonald shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just being silly."
A moment later, Detective Lee arrived. He looked around the room and headed straight towards her and McDonald.
"Who were the attackers?"
"Quarrymen."
His eyes narrowed. "What reason do Quarrymen have in attacking Roberto? Unless..." He glanced out towards Roberto's room.
Elisa felt her heart speed up in anger. She was beginning to wonder if it had been a bad idea to introduce the gargoyles to these people.
X
They were all sitting in one of the spare rooms that the organization had rented out. Gary was watching as Mike paced about, obviously unhappy about the attack in Roberto's room. Hell, Gary was a bit upset, too. After all, he was in the middle of a beautiful dream involving a group of exotically beautiful women when Roberto called him up. But Mike's reason for being upset was misguided in his opinion. As soon as Elisa and Matt were out of earshot, Mike had turned on Roberto and shouted that it was because of his association with the Gargoyles that the Quarrymen were now interested in him. It would have been better if he had not pursued this freakish friendship with the gargoyles. Roberto blew up at that point, and for once Gary was glad that he was on Roberto's side in this matter.
The door opened and Elisa and Matt reentered the room, followed by Jimmy and Christina. Mike was still in the middle of his rant. Or rather, repeating his rant.
"It's because of your association with those damn gargoyles that got you into this mess."
Gary winced as Elisa jumped in. "It's not their fault that those Quarrymen are hunting them down. Don't blame the gargoyles for attracting unwanted attention from those... terrorists!!"
"Besides, we're not entirely sure that they were already following Roberto," added Jack.
Stacey sighed. "He's right."
"What?" asked Mike.
"When we were tailing Officer June, we watched him talking to another person and hand him a photo of Roberto.
"He had a picture of me?! De donde??"
"It looked like a copy from your file."
Jack snapped his fingers. "I remember!! That dude he was talking to? He works here!"
Jimmy and Christina nodded. "We just confirmed that the Quarrymen's source of information was from Officer June. But we suspected more of a connection and started looking into the employees of this hotel on a hunch. Only one man disappeared during his shift when the attack occurred." Jimmy pulled out a photo from the folder he was carrying. "Stacey, Jack... was this the guy?"
Both detectives peered at the picture.
"That's him all right," said Stacey. "We actually have that on tape, thanks to Jack."
Jack grinned. Then his smile slipped off his face and a look of concentration appeared on it instead.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm not sure. Something isn't sitting well with this. You say you checked into the hotel guy on a hunch? You mean those two never mentioned him?"
Jimmy shook his head. "If we based a case on their answers, only Officer June was involved."
"Interesting."
Matt stood up. "I'm heading back to the station. I know June is expected to be there and Captain Chavez and I are sitting in his interview. Well, interrogation att his point."
Gary glanced out the window and let out a small snort. He still couldn't believe how close Xanatos's flunkies cut it in removing Brooklyn from Roberto's room. He was nervous when the police showed up, but refused to show it. Then when that blast of air came in, both he and Matt had run to the balcony in time to see Brooklyn hanging above it by a mere ten feet. They quickly shut the door in hopes that the officer wouldn't come to investigate. That brief moment of panic seemed to form a small bond. Elisa and Matt weren't bad people at all. He really hoped that Mike would just lay off about the gargoyles.
X
"Thanks for the ride."
"Don't mention it. It's the least I could do for you protecting Brooklyn."
"No thanks is necessary. But I do appreciate it."
Elisa smiled warmly at Roberto. If anything, it was not a mistake to have him meet the gargoyles, despite Goliath's uneasiness around him. It was obvious that the others didn't mine, and Brooklyn did seem particularly fond of him. In fact... maybe a little too fond. Something began nagging the back of Elisa's mind. But what was it?
Roberto interrupted her thoughts. "How do you do it?" he suddenly asked.
"Do what?"
"Leave them alone during the day when they are the most susceptible to attacks?"
Elisa let out a bitter laugh. "It's not easy. There have been times when I've almost lost them. But if I had to stay with them twenty-four seven, I'm sure I'd reach a breaking point. I just have to put my trust in Xanatos. Before that, the idea that no one would attack the police station was what kept me peace of mind. Too bad that belief was torn away not too long ago."
"Brooklyn mentioned that." Roberto turned to stare at the window. "It makes me nervous thinking of him completely defenseless. But you're right. If I obsessed over it, I'm sure I'd reach a breaking point, too."
There was something in the way he said it that made Elisa want to question the relationship between Brooklyn and him. But she quickly dispelled those thoughts. If she said anything wrong, she may end up jeapordizing the friendship the two had standing. She couldn't do that to him.
She couldn't do that to either one of them.
X
Puck almost grinned when he saw how hesitant Roberto was to approach him. Of course, since he was portraying Owen, he couldn't do that. It would ruin his image.
"Mr. Quintanar. Thank you for joining me."
"Uh, no problem." Roberto sat down across from him.
"First off, this is business. I've already taken the liberty to order you a small meal, but feel free to order anything else you'd like."
Roberto immediately became suspiscious. "Business?" It was delightful to see how wary humans could be. Although, the latin man did have every reason to be like that. Still...
"Well, more like a meeting about our business partner from Brooklyn. He is currently safe at home. There was no issues with his flight."
"Ah." Roberto gave him a soft grin. "Thank God." Puck watched as the human relaxed. Time to play the mischief maker while maintaining his straight shooter appearance.
"Onto the other state of business." Puck pulled out a large briefcase, mentally cackling with glee. He couldn't wait to see Roberto's reaction and once again, was glad that he had an easier time keeping a straight face as Owen. Smirking would have ruined the surprise. "As our partner's representative, it is my duty to ensure his well being. Emotionally and physically. I have been working on this since the contract was originally started. I already suspected the outcome. I was just unsure of how long it would take before the contract was complete. Since it is now over, it is an appropriate time to present this to you. Think of it as a gift."
Roberto narrowed his eyes as Puck handed him the briefcase. Puck watched as Roberto cautiously opened the case, and took a look inside. There was a moment of delayed reaction. Roberto snapped the case shut, face bright red.
"What... Pero... eh?!"
"Mind you, I did have to make mathematical guesses based on body proportions, and the varying lengths and thicknesses will help for the different stages that are required to accomodate such large assets. I believe that will made things easier. Some of them have electronic capabilies, and a couple others have manual enlarging capabilities."
"Why is one of them gold?"
Puck leaned forward and lowered his voice. He also allowed his true voice to leak through. "That, my dear friend, is an anatomically correct duplicate of your's truly. In case you ever want to know what I would feel like."
"Gah!" Roberto sputtered as the server arrived, setting down their plates and filling their glasses with wine.
It seemed the dildos went over well. Puck sat back with his somewhat expressionless face as Roberto downed the cup and gasped, asking the server for one more. Ah, this human was simply delightful to toy with.
X
Karl June found himself sitting across from some person he's never met. Due to the fact that he was in an interrogation room, he figured it was an IA officer.
"Look," he said. "I think those beasts are abominations . I suspected that the guy was friendly with them, but when I gave the group... my group the information, I only expected them to follow the creature to it's lair. I told them the dude was a cop,. I warned them. It's not my fault they decided to attack him."
"How long have you been with the Quarrymen?"
"What does it matter? I won't give names if that's what you're fishing for."
X
"What do you think?"
Matt glanced at his boss before looking back into the room where Officer Karl June sat, talking with some Internal Affairs investigator.
"I can't help but think he's hiding something. I mean, never has he shown any interest in any factions, and now he's suddenly proclaiming loyalty to an anti-gargoyle group? It just doesn't add up."
Chavez nodded. "I agree. Because we suspect he might be a link to our case, IA's agreed to allow us to partake in surveillance. Follow him carefully, Bluestone."
"Yes, ma'am."
Looking back into the room, they watched as the investigator left. A moment later, he stepped into their room.
"Considering how long he's been an officer, he'll be placed under suspension with pay pending investigation. We'll gladly work with you in setting up a schedule for surveillance. Truthfully, I think he's lying about being a Quarryman. His unwillingness to give up names seems to be more out of not knowing anything than loyalty."
"Don't let me down, Matt. Find as much info as possible. A search warrant will be issued soon. We'll continue to delay him here. Find Maza and head out. Make sure it looks like you were never there."
X
Matt and Elisa entered the apartment. Everything seemed so neat and in order.
"Either things are going to be simple to find or incredible difficult."
The two detectives snapped on their gloves. "I'll get the office space, you get the bedroom."
"No, how about you get the bedroom. I don't want to find any guy things that I'd rather not touch."
"I can't cash in my man's card by messing with some other guy's boxers!"
"Your man's card?"
The bantering continued as Elisa bravely stepped in the direction of June's bedroom, which was unsurprisingly neat, as Matt went towards the computer desk.
Twenty minutes later, both detectives hit the jackpot. Elisa lifted the mattress at noticing that there was a part that slightly lifted upwards. Underneath she found some rolls of cash. "Oh, that's very original." She pulled out a small camera and snapped a picture of them.
Meanwhile, Matt paid close attention to the scribbled words on the desk calender. He noticed several boxes had Aesop and a time written underneath them. Some had restaurant names. He wondered if one of them would match to where he had met the Quarryman that Stacey spoke about. But he really wanted to know what Aesop meant. It didn't sound familiar to him. Was it a person? Or a place?
Opening the drawer, Matt could only pause in mild surprise. A couple of photos with Roberto's face sat right on top.
"I have some things," he heard Elisa say as she came up from behind.
"So do I."
X
"Mr. F?"
"What's going on?"
"June was released. He spent quite a while inside."
"Find out what you can."
"And then?"
"Cut all ties, regardless. People seem to lose their usefulness rather quickly these days."
X
Karl June squinted as he stepped out of the police station. The sun caught him in the eye. As they adjusted, Karl noticed that there was a car sitting across the street. His eyebrows furrowed as he recognized the driver.
What was Sam doing here? He knew that the possibility of him being followed was going to be high. He quickly crossed the road, scanning the area to see who would follow him. He got into the car, exchanging no words with Sam.
As Sam pulled away from the curb, Karl continued to look around. After several minutes, Karl finally relaxed.
"Where you expecting someone to follow you?"
"I wouldn't put it past them."
"Why? Have you said anything to give them reason to follow you?"
"I'm pretty sure I haven't. But I have been suspended. They'll probably keep tabs on me. I led them to believe that I was part of the Quarrymen group."
Sam gave him a look.
:What about Mr. F? Did you mention him?"
"No." Karl let out a humorless laugh.
"I'm not that stupid or crazy. Fable is safe. Speaking of which, I presume you were there to take me to him."
"Yeah, man. I guess he has some questions for you. Has the guy been moved to another room?"
"I don't have that information. Considering how damaged the room was, the answer would have to be, 'duh.'"
Sam grinned. "F is already working on a new plan. I think he's just going to force his way into Robbie boy's life and woo him."
"In less than a month? I'd like to see that."
The car pulled up into a warehouse. The doors pulled open, and then shut closed behind them.
Karl began to feel apprehensive. "Why this warehouse? Aren't we a little too close to the latest crime scene? I mean, I had to watch you shoot my assigned partner there."
"Private property. Less chance of someone seeing us as we leave separately."
Karl grabbed the dashboard, heart beginning to race. "I didn't say anything about Fable. You believe me, don't you?"
Sam nodded. "I believe you."
Shots rang out, bursting the glass as Karl's torso was riddled with bullets. Sam screamed as he scrambled out of the car, blood splattered on his face.
"Mother fucker, mother fucker!! I was still sitting next to him!!"
"Shut up or you're next."
"Jesus Christ!!"
Mr. Smith stepped forward, tucking away his handgun into his belt. "Ah wasn' gonna miss. You were safe."
Sam stood up off of the floor, still shaking. His long time partner was now slumped in his seat, eyes wide open and glassy.
"Rest in peace, you lilly ass bitch," Sam growled, feeling a bit of remorse and anger at his partner's stupidity.
He heard someone else approach.
"Mr. Smith, please dispose of Mr. June. Sam?"
"He claimed to have said nothing. But he was suspended. Guess they're investigating to see about his involvement with the KKK wannabes."
"Find out his contact. I want him eliminated as well."
Mr. Smith nodded.
X
The sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, allowing the gargoyles to awaken. The stone cracked and each gargoyle let out a tremendous roar as they stretched.
Lexington hopped off of his perch and paused when he realized he had a neighbor.
"Brooklyn?"
"Lex?" Brooklyn looked completely baffled.
All the other gargoyles jumped down and crowded around Brooklyn.
"What are you doing here?"
"Lad, did something happen?"
"I'm not sure!"
"Allow us to answer that." Xanatos and Owen stepped out from inside the castle. "There was a problem at the hotel, and Mr. Quintanar was quick to call for assistance."
"What kind of problem?" asked Goliath.
"Quarrymen."
Brooklyn leapt forward. "And Roberto?" His voice was laced with desperation.
"He's find," Owen said in response. "He was able to fend off the two men before contacting us to lift you to safety. Actually, he and his group should all be up here in a matter of minutes."
Brooklyn sagged in relief. But inside he was shaking in fear, and was also wallowing in sadness. The spell was over and there would be no going back into being a human. He was back to being completely defenseless during the day. Which also meant there was no way of keeping an eye on Roberto. The thought that something could happen to Roberto during the day without his being able to do something terrified him. It was always a concern with Elisa, but not as much as with his new friend. Or rather, lover. Did Goliath feel as strongly about Elisa's safety as he did about Roberto's? If so, how was Goliath able to live like that each night?
His train of thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of company. Elisa and Matt showed up, followed by Roberto and the rest of his crew.
Roberto gave Brooklyn a small smile, which Brooklyn couldn't help but return with a greatly relieved one.
The gargoyles moved forward to greet that visitors, both sides expressing either friendly or professional politeness.
Both sides were taken off guard when Bronx bounded forward, knocking a surprised Jack off his feet and licking his face.
"Bronx!!"
"Jack!!"
"Mr. Luxer!!"
"That tickles!!" Jack's laughter alieviated some of the tension, bringing various smiles on the faces of everyone.
All with the exception of Goliath and Mike. Goliath looked perplexed and Mike looked unhappy.
X
Xanatos had allowed the detectives use of one of his offices to hold their meeting. Inside the room stood Goliath, Brooklyn and Hudson on one side. Elisa and Matt separated them from Mike, Stacey, Roberto and Jack.
"Well, whether they meant to or not, our killers ended up involving you guys," Mike was saying. He ignored the looks given by Roberto Stacey and Elisa. After all, that was not what he was originally was saying.
Jack stepped forward. "Through interviews, we were able to determined that one of the hotel employees was the one that gave up the information on which room Roberto was in. The two Quarrymen who were caught didn't mention him. Instead, they ratted out Officer Karl June. That alone implied that their partnership was new."
Mike nodded. "And just like how they kept quiet about their partner, June didn't mention his. We do know he's been meeting someone, or at a place called Aesop, and we're currently checking any leads."
"So now that they are officially dragging us into it, it would be beneficial to work more together." Goliath glanced out into the horizon.
Mike grimaced and nodded. "We can only go so far on ground. And since Roberto is the obvious target, we have to find a way to expose him more while keeping him safe."
Brooklyn held back a growl at the thought of Roberto being put into more danger.
"We can patrol by air, focusing on any areas you are able to uncover." Matt nodded as Goliath addressed him.
"Wouldn't it make more sense to patrol together?" Jack asked.
Mike blanched. "I suppose so."
"So it's settled," said Elisa, hoping that by working together, Mike would be more open about the gargoyles. "We'll patrol together."
"So we just need to make a plan."
X
Roberto sighed as everyone left the office. It wasn't that late, but if sure felt like it. As he exited, he was pulled aside by Owen
Nearby, Brooklyn was able to see how Roberto began blushing almost immediately. He couldn't help but wonder what must have happened between the two. As he passed by, he could hear the words exchanging.
"Are you going to make good use of the toys I gave you?"
"Th-that's not an appropriate question!!"
Brooklyn's interest was further peaked. He shook his head and glanced at Gary.
Due to the fact that Roberto was to be bait, Brooklyn had been paired off with Gary. As a test run, they were all to plot out their routes with their partners. Since both Gary and Brooklyn had glided together, Brooklyn stated that he would take Roberto back to his hotel before plotting out the route.
"No problem," Gary replied. "How 'bout I just meet you at the hotel. Christina and Jimmy will be passing it on their way to their's. They can drop me off."
Brooklyn grinned. "Sure. That'll work out just fine." With that, Brooklyn went to Roberto and lifted him up into his arms. He nodded towards the others and leapt off, forcing a yelp and a laugh out of Roberto.
"I don't know if I'll ever get use to that feeling," said Roberto.
Brooklyn gave him a grin as he held him closer. "Well, I got use to this rather quickly," he said. Roberto blushed.
"You are so corny," he said.
They quickly arrived at the hotel.
"That's my new room," Roberto said, pointing to a dark window. "I already left the balcony unlocked."
Brooklyn landed on the balcony and set Roberto down.
As Roberto slid the door open, Brooklyn couldn't help but ask. "So what toys was Owen talking about?"
Roberto flushed red. "I really rather not say."
"Why not?"
"Well, 'cause they're ... um... adult type of toys."
"What do they do?" Whatever they were, they were certainly making Roberto squirm.
"Not talking about them! Never used them before and I really don't think I ever will."
"Why would Owen give you something that makes you uncomfortable?"
"Because he's a perv. Well, Puck is. That's who really gave it to me."
Roberto went into the restroom and Brooklyn looked around. That's when he noticed a familiar looking briefcase. It was the same kind that Xanatos employees used. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened it up.
Inside were interesting shaped semi hard items. In fact, they almost looked like...
Brooklyn wondered if one could see him blushing as he was already red. The largest one was almost the size of his own member.
Brooklyn picked one up as Roberto came out of the bathroom.
"Do you want some hot choc... oh!!"
"You can really use these?" Brooklyn asked. "Is their purpose for preparing or, um, stimulating?"
Roberto couldn't figure out how Brooklyn could sound so perverted and innocent at the same time.
"You can say that."
Brooklyn dropped the one he was holding and strode over to Roberto, pulling him into a hug. "I want to claim you again, but I know it'll be difficult with me like this. I don't want to hurt you."
Roberto sighed as he wrapped his arms around Brooklyn. "I... guess we can try to use them," he whispered. He knew that having already gotten physical with Brooklyn, it was going to be important to keep being physical. Rejection was something that Brooklyn couldn't handle, and in some indirect way, he knew that Brooklyn would feel rejected if Roberto couldn't sleep with him.
"We can try tomorrow night," Brooklyn murmured. "But for now..."
Roberto moaned as Brooklyn's hands kneaded into his flesh, pulling out his shirt and sliding his hands underneath it. He lowered Roberto onto the bed, leaning against him just to feel his warmth. His tongue slipped out to give a few quick licks on Roberto's cheek, and the side of his neck, the closest he could do to kissing him.
He smiled as he felt Roberto kissing his own neck. And he shuddered as Roberto brought up a hand, caressing his face and then his horn.
Roberto let out a small laugh. "Didn't realize you could be sensitive there."
"No one's ever touched me like that before." He shuddered again as Roberto lightly rubbed his horn, and he could feel himself enlarging. Roberto moved his hand away.
Brooklyn's erection poked out from underneath his loin cloth, and he couldn't help but thrust against Roberto, seeking some friction. Roberto moaned, moving his hands onto Brooklyn's shoulder.
"We should stop. It would be rather awkward explaining to Gary why you're flying him around with an erection." Roberto's face was flushed as he said this, and Brooklyn could hear the regret in his voice.
Brooklyn laughed as he eased up off of Roberto, feeling his own face burning. Yeah, it would be rather difficult to keep their relationship quiet if that happened.
"I'll keep an eye out for his arrival. You take care, okay?"
Roberto nodded, and Brooklyn stepped out onto the balcony, the cool air helping in lowering his temperature and passionate state.
X
The sun was rising across the sky as Matt and Jack stepped towards the hotel Jack was staying at. Both of them had bloodshot eyes from being out most of the night, and both of them were grinning.
"I think I know why Mike's so reluctant about patrolling with the gargoyles," Jack was saying. "He's actually afraid of heights. In a plane, so long as he's not in a window seat, he's okay."
"Can't he just close it?"
"Nah. He'll be tempted to open it and then freak. Or he'll swear he can hear wind leaking through some crack."
Matt let out a chuckle. Having seen the reactions that some of the others have been having, Matt was glad that Jack didn't mind befriending the gargoyles. If anything, Bronx seemed to become really attached to him.
"But boy am I glad to be back on the floor and looking forward to at least a couple hours of sleep."
"Me, too," replied Matt, before his cell phone rang.
Jack glanced over at him. "I hope that's good news of some sort."
Matt glanced at the screen and recognized the number. "I'm not too sure about that," he said, answering the phone.
"Bluestone."
A moment of silence.
"We'll be on our way."
"What is it?" Jack asked as Matt put his cell phone away.
"Our captain. Seems she wants to have a meeting with Elisa and me."
X
Both Elisa and Matt were exhausted as they stood in front of their captain, Chavez.
The woman was livid to say the least, but at least it wasn't completely directed at them.
"The surveillance team just called to state that Officer June never returned to his apartment. They don't know where he is. I need you guys to tear that place apart and see if you can find a clue as to where he could have gone into hiding. I want this as top priority!"
"What about the artifact/murder case?"
"Our visiting detectives can handle that, that's why they were brought here!"
"Yes, Captain."
Both Elisa and Matt nodded, fists against their sides, feeling both tired, strained, and mad. Just when they get a break, something happens and sets them back.
X
Roberto hung up the phone and sighed in relief. Due to June going missing, he got a break. The others were going to patrol while he got to sit back and chill. Briefly he wondered if Brooklyn had to patrol with Gary, or was he going to get a night off on his own as well.
His questions were answered by the sound of the balcony door sliding open. His heart skipped a beat as he remembered what he had promised Brooklyn the night before. He wondered if he could really carry out with that promise.
"'Evening," he said, cursing himself for sounding like some shy high school girl.
Brooklyn just grinned at him, moving forward.
Roberto stepped back, his heart beating against his chest. Brooklyn was acting rather aggressive, a far cry from his formally shy and uncertain behavior. Hands reached out to grab him, grasping his shirt and pulling it out from his pants. Roberto closed his eyes remained still, allowing the gargoyle to do as he pleased. He trusted him with his heart, and this night belonged to him. He opened his eyes when he felt Brooklyn falter.
"I... are you having second thoughts?"
"No," whispered Roberto. He gave Brooklyn a gentle smile. "I'm letting you run things tonight. Whatever you want of me, you can have. I trust you."
"And love?"
"I would not be standing here if I didn't."
The hesitancy faded away, and the fire in Brooklyn's eyes renewed as he moved closer, lowering his head to nuzzle his beak against the side of Roberto's neck. Roberto let out a breathy sigh as he felt the heat from the gargoyle brush against him. He could feel the hands and claws running up his sides and back, and he shuddered. There was a thrill in that knowledge that those claws were strong enough to puncture concrete.
Brooklyn, in the meantime, was in awe at how trusting Roberto was with him. He gave a tentative lick across Roberto's neck, and felt himself growing warm when Roberto let out a gasp. His applied a little more pressure with his roaming hands, and Roberto let out a moan. Feeling excited, Brooklyn lifted Roberto up, earning a startled yelp, and dropped him on the bed. He crawled up above Roberto, grinning as the human male chuckled and scooted upwards.
Brooklyn leaned into Roberto, nuzzling him again, his hand reaching for the briefcase that was next to the bed. As he brought it up, he felt Roberto place a hand on his arm. His face turning beet red.
"Uh, just one thing. Don't use the gold one."
"Why not?"
"Just... just don't."
Brooklyn let it go, seeing how uncomfortable Roberto was.
He opened the briefcase and pulled out the thinnest and smallest toy inside. He turned to face Roberto who was unbuttoning his shirt with slightly shaking hands. Roberto looked up and gave him a smile.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
Brooklyn set the toy down and moved to help Roberto undress. He carefully pulled down Roberto's pants, exposing the small and frail looking human. He looked deliscious. Brooklyn began to cover the man with small licks, starting from the neck, and slowly moving dow his chest and abdomen. He grinned inwardly as Roberto continued to gasp and twitch under his administrations. Being in control of Roberto's pleasure seemed to heighten his own. As he bypassed Roberto's goin, licking the inside of his thighs instead, Brooklyn grabbed the small dildo.
"Lubrication!" Roberto gasped out, pointing to a tube that rested inside the briefcase.
Remembering that they had originally slicked themselves with each other's essence, Brooklyn understood the purpose of the item. He carefully opened it and rubbed it against the toy until it glistened, looking wet. Then he positioned himself even lower on the bed, taking the time to lick Roberto's growing erection as he took the toy and pressed it against the human's opening. Between licks, he watched in fascination how he was able to push the toy into Roberto, knowing that although it looked big enough, that Roberto would eventually be able to accomadate him.
Roberto threw his head back and gasped, hands clenching at the bed sheets.
Wondering if either one of them would be able to hold on, Brooklyn reached for the next size up, repeating the process. He ached, but his desire to cause pleasure and not pain over rode his instict to just shove himself into the writhing body.
He kept on working at it, moving on to the next larger dildo, skipping the gold one. Roberto's reactions changed as the sizes increased. As he moved with the longer ones, Roberto whimpered instead of moaning. His body became tense instead of wriggling. But his face remained flush and he continued to gasp out Brooklyn's name.
Brooklyn removed the final toy and set it down, hands reaching to grab Roberto by the waist and pull him up to the edge of the bed.
Roberto looked up at him with half lidded eyes, body slick with sweat, and quivering. Brooklyn lifted his hips and slowly pushed his way i, almost finding release with that tight heat.
Roberto gasped and then clenched his eyes shutm body tense. Then he relaxed somewhat, the constant pressure against his prostate making it impossible to let himself go completely. Brooklyn thrust into him gently, watching how his thick erection disappeared into Roberto's body. He scooped up Roberto, impaling him. Roberto clenched his legs around his waist, arms reaching to hold him around the neck. Brooklyn bounced him gently on his shaft, watching how Roberto would wince and bite his lips, pulling himself closer to Brooklyn.
He could feel himself getting read to release, and he lowered Roberto back down onto the bed, and adjusted his grip so that one arm held Roberto's hips against his, the other arm propping him up. He began to piston in and out at a quicker pace, making sure to pull out almost all the way before pushing back in. Roberto's breathing rate increased as he softly called out Brooklyn's name.
Then Roberto's body went rigid as he came, making the tight heat around Brooklyn's shaft even tighter. Roberto cried out his name as Brooklyn let out a growl, feeling his seed flood the insides of the human, spilling from the sides. He gently pulled himself out and collapsed onto the bed, pulling Roberto into his arms as the man panted.
Roberto gave him a gentle smile and closed his eyes, his breathing quickly resuming to normal. He had fallen asleep.
Brooklyn watched him for a few minutes, taking in the sight. He breathed in the scent made by their union as he gently ran his claws against the stomach of Roberto, watching him twitch every so often.
Brooklyn ran his fingers through Roberto's hair, smiling as he watched the human's face. He still wanted to claim him. But not here.
"Hey," he said, softly.
Roberto's eyes flickered open. "Hmm?"
"You okay?"
Roberto gave him a lazy grin. "Oh, yeah."
"Are you up to another round?"
"You really are insatiable!" Roberto gave a tired laugh, stretching up to kiss the side of Brooklyn's mouth.
"Is that a bad thing?" Brooklyn asked, moving off the bed. He grabbed Roberto's arms and gently tugged him up onto his feet.
"What are you doing?" Roberto asked him, as Brooklyn grabbed Roberto's robe and quickly covered the human.
"How about a little more excitement?" he asked Roberto, scooping him up into his arms.
"Excitement?" Roberto's question went unanswered as Brooklyn strode to the window and out onto the balcony. "Hey, what are you doing?!"
Brooklyn leapt from the balcony, spreading his wings, grinning as Roberto yelped and held on tight.
"Where are you taking me?" Roberto asked.
"It's a surprise!"
X
Several minutes later, Brooklyn landed at his destination. He let Roberto down, watching as Roberto glanced about. "Hey, I remember this place." It was the Xanatos building with the grassy rooftop. The private park above the city.
Brooklyn pulled the human back to him, hands lifting up the robe.
"Ack! Wait!"
"I know the stars can't be seen in the city, but at least I'd like to pretend they could. Here with you, it'll seem more like home. Everyone else use to escape to the forest at night back when our castle was still in Scotland. Of course, back then I wasn't completely sure what was happening. I want to pretend we're back home, finding an isolate place, and acting on our passions. Will you let me?"
Roberto placed his hands over Brooklyn's.
"Of course," he replied.
Roberto allowed himself to be lowered to his hands and knees, and Brooklyn positioned himself to claim the human a second time that night. He ran his claws up his legs, pushing the robe up and over Roberto's backside. He was hardening quickly, especially with the look that Roberto gave him over the shoulder.
Brooklyn nudged that opening, that hopefully was still loose enough for him to fit. He pushed inward, feeling as Roberto trembled.
Roberto's arms gave out, the human dropping to his elbows. This position was more primal, and it brought out the most basic of instincts.
Whereas Brooklyn had been gentle at the hotel, here, in the unnatural natural setting, his movements were more beast like. He pounded into Roberto, wanting to be one with the human. Whereas their lovemaking was long and sweet, this was fast and on the vege of painful. They cried out each other's names in ecstasy, before finding release and collapsing in exhaustion.
X
"Here they come."
Elisa glanced over to where Goliath was looking at and could make out the shapes of Broadway and Lee. Briefly, she thought back to the page they had received from Lexington and Christina ten minutes ago.
It seemed that in their section by the harbor, they had spotted an abandoned vehicle next to a warehouse riddled with bullets. Upon closer inspection, Christina recognized the part of the face that was still intact. They both had quickly contacted their partners to inform them of the situation.
"Officer June is dead," she had said. "And I think it happened shortly after his release from his interrogation. He's still wearing his uniform."
Lee's voice had gone through the walkie. "Stay there. Lexington can join up with Goliath, Broadway and I will be doing the same. I'll page Jimmy to meet you. Maza?"
"I'll get a hold of Jack and Matt. They should still be at the station."
Now they were grouping together, and Elisa felt a bit more relaxed. While the first night seemed tense between Lee and Broadway, the larger gargoyle recognizing the look of prejudice in the Asian man's eyes, there was no sound of it in his voice tonight. Either he warmed up to the gargoyles quickly, or his skills in acting professionally vastly improved. Then there was the comment that Jack had made to Matt. The fear of heights probably had him more uptight until he saw that he wasn't going to be dropped.
Broadway called out to Goliath. "Angela and Hudson are also on their way."
"Shouldn't we meet back in the castle?' asked Detective Lee.
"We're closer to the station and the harbor from here," Elisa responded.
"Then can we at least settle down somewhere? I think the altitude is finally getting to me."
"Feeling dizzy?"
Lee's face darkened. "I think I'm hallucinating. Put me down. There. Now!" he ordered, pointing to a green covered rooftop.
Broadway rolled his eyes. "As if 'please' wouldn't help."
Lee actually began to wriggle. "I need to fuckin' see that that was not what I was seeing!! Or hearing!!"
The sound of a roar caught all of their ears.
Elisa watched as Goliath's eyes narrowed. "Impossible," he growled.
"What is it? Who is it?" she asked, unsure if t hat was a roar of anger, or pain. "What's wrong?"
Goliath refused to answer as he headed straight for the rooftop, followed closely by Broadway. Both of them landed and set their respective humans on the floor.
Elisa tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Brooklyn and Roberto had been scrambling up, and Brooklyn had one arm and wing extended, covering Roberto. But she had already seen that the latin male was dressed in only a robe.
At that moment, Angela and Hudson, carrying Stacey and Gary, arrived as well.
"What is going on here?" demanded Goliath, fists clenched.
"I... uh..." stammered Brooklyn.
"Tell me you weren't doing what I think you were doing!" Lee was also demanding.
"Mike..."
"What's wrong?" asked Stacey.
"Roberto?" came Gary's incredulous voice.
"Lad!" was the horrified word that came from Hudson.
Angela just had her hand covering her mouth, eyes wide in shock.
Brooklyn took a step back, moving his arm from the front of Roberto to behind, and drawing him into a one armed embrace.
The two of them alone, Roberto in a robe, traces of white fluid running down his legs.
For several tense moments, no one said anything.
Then Detective Lee was the first to explode.
tbc...
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