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"What the fuck do you mean, you can't do anything but put it in his file?" The smack of my fist hitting the desk causes a half-empty coffee mug to rattle, and Detective Jones visibly tenses. Irritation flashes in his eyes, and his nostrils flare as he stares me down in silent warning.

"Mr. Barrera, as I've explained to you three times now, we've got the restraining order processed. We're doing everything we can."

"Everything you can?" I repeat through clenched teeth. "I'm standing here with a goddamned handwritten note that I'm sure is covered with fingerprints. And, what else? Oh… right. Security camera footage showing a man who perfectly matches this shithead's description leaving said note on my car."

My voice gets louder the longer I talk, and I can tell the detective is itching to get in my face. But right now?

I don't give a fuck.

"All those things. I've got all those things, and you're telling me you'll make a goddamned Xerox that'll get shoved on a shelf and call it a day?" My pointer finger jabs into the folder. "I don't fucking think so. Try again."

"Dante," Theo whispers, sliding his hand into mine as the detective's face turns a fiery red, but I'm not done yet.

"That's enough," Detective Jones growls.

"Oh, it's not anywhere near enough. This guy is obviously unstable. You aren't doing a fucking thing other than putting a piece of paper in a folder and giving yourself a pat on the back like you accomplished anything . If you wait until this unhinged motherfucker shows up to hurt him, it'll be me you're going to be handcuffing. Want to know why?"

"Not the best idea," Theo begs in a mutter, tugging at my hand as Detective Jones sits up straighter in his chair.

"Why is that, Mr. Barrera?"

"Because then you'll force me to do your job for you, and I promise you I'm not as incompetent as this fucking department." My hands are quaking in my rage as the detective stares at me like I'm the bad guy in this situation. "He won't lay a hand on Theo, and if he does, I will come after every single one…"

"He's such a kidder!" Theo interrupts with a shout, pulling on my arm with all his might. When I whip my eyes in his direction, he is pleading in silence, begging me to shut up before I get myself arrested. "Always making these terrible jokes. Ha. Ha-ha. He wouldn't actually be stupid enough to threaten a police officer," he says in an extraordinarily pointed tone.

My chest rises and falls in a giant breath as I compel myself to calm. "All I'm saying," I start, forcing my voice to stay level, "is that you have plenty of evidence to do something. What do you want us to wait for? When is it enough proof? When Theo has been hurt? Is that what it takes?"

"Of course not," Detective Jones sneers. "But you're making drastic accusations against a man with very little information."

"That's not my job!" I roar, and heads around the station turn our way. I slam the papers on his desk as he looks at me with violence dancing in his eyes. "It's yours. I'm only asking you to do it."

Theo tugs at my hand and leads me towards the door. "Th-thank you," he says, still dragging me away like he's afraid I might launch myself at the man.

Honestly, it's valid.

"Please let us know if there's more we can do. My boyfriend may be more aggressive about it than I am, but I am pretty scared. Terrified, even." The detective's eyes soften at his words, and he shrugs. "Whatever help we can give to get this under control, we will."

"We'll call you if we need anything," he says, and Theo gives him a nod as he tugs me out of the door and into the cool afternoon.

"Mother fuckers !" I shout, making a few people jump in surprise on the sidewalk. "Come on." I grab his hand and lead him towards my car. "We're going to Jugs'."

"Dante," he utters, but I shake my head.

"We will do everything in our power to keep him away from you."

"Dante." He's louder this time, but I'm too consumed with my own thoughts to give him my attention.

"You have to be able to protect yourself, because if he lays even a finger on you…"

"Dante!" He spins me and pushes me against my car. "Get out of your head. You can't run around threatening cops and risking going to jail because of him."

"I wouldn't have to if they'd just do their jobs!"

His lips pull tight as he shakes his head. "And screaming at them does what, exactly? Explain to me how that helps." I huff loudly and grunt, casting my eyes on the ground. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you," he says, full of snark.

"It doesn't help," I mutter, kicking the toe of my shoe against the asphalt. "But it sure as shit makes me feel better. I hate that I'm so fucking useless in this."

"You aren't useless. But you also can't get arrested. I don't have bail money lying around, you know, and I'd have to do questionable things to earn it quickly."

My lips twitch in a tiny smile as I tug him against me. "I'm sorry for being hotheaded, baby."

"You don't need to apologize for that, just don't be rash, okay? Can you at least promise me that?"

"Yeah, that I can do," I say with a terse nod, kissing the top of his hair.

"Good." He hugs me tighter, and a fraction of the stress leaves me. "We'll go to Jugs', because I want to be ready, but you also need to get some aggression out."

"Okay." I bury my face in the crook of his neck and soak in the sweet smell of his skin. "Okay, let's go."

"Christsakes, Dante!" Jugs shouts as another of my blows lands on his jaw, his words muffled through his mouthguard. Theo stands to the side, fingernails in his mouth as he watches us spar, but he was spot on.

This aggression needed somewhere to go.

"Your right hook has always been in the bag, but you had to be pissed off enough to use it." He glances at me over his guard stance. "You alright?"

"Nope," I grunt, pushing forward with a series of jabs that cause him to retreat a few steps before my cross connects with his cheek in a glancing blow.

"Okay, time!" he shouts, and both of us drop our hands. "Dude, I have never seen you this upset. Not even when Chad was in your life." I snort at the nickname.

"That's because back then I only had myself to worry about," I say as Theo walks forward with a water bottle, still chewing on his nails on one hand. I ease it away from his mouth and lean in to kiss him, being careful not to get my sweaty torso too close. "I have much more at stake now," I murmur against his lips.

"Well, it's working, because you've worn this old man out." Jugs swipes his towel across his face as he takes a long swig of his water. "If you want to work in the back room, it isn't being used." He realizes Theo is uncomfortable with being watched during our self-defense training, so I give him a thankful nod.

Theo and I enter the small room, throwing the mats on the floor to start reviewing hits and kicks as I cool off. "You're getting good at those," I say after my head jerks back, barely dodging the palm strike aimed at my nose.

"Just needed the proper motivation, and as it turns out, kidnapping threats work!" His cheerful attitude can't hide the stress in his voice.

"He won't touch you."

"I know." His knee drives upwards between my legs, and when I dodge, he catches me with a surprise hit to my throat that takes my breath away. When I stop and cough, he kicks my foot at the same time he pushes my shoulders, sending me dropping straight to the ground. My body thuds like a bag of concrete.

"Fuck," I wheeze as he drops to straddle me, a triumphant grin on his face. "That was a solid combo."

"Thanks! I learned it from my coach, but I wasn't sure if he was just telling me I'm good because we're fucking."

"A pretty thing like you? Could be a legitimate concern, so I get why you're worried. I'd argue, though, that my smarting ass tells me you're a force to be reckoned with."

"Like a mini tornado!" he shouts, flexing his arms.

"You mean the twigs caught in the tornado?" His mouth drops open as he leans over me, reaching for my ticklish spot as I throw my head back and laugh.

He knee-walks up my body, using his weight to pin my forearms to the mat. "Oh, come on, these are at least branches . Give me just a smidgen of credit!"

"You deserve all the credit, pinning a man twice your size."

"Well," he purrs, dragging a finger up my chest. "It was a strategy, you know. You've never complained about getting horizontal with me."

"Never," I agree, pushing my hips up against him. He bends over until we're chest to chest and drops his lips to mine.

His gaze darts towards the door, and we can hear the muffled thuds and voices of guys training in the distance. The angle of the doorway obstructs our view, with only the janitor's closet visible from the opening.

Theo shifts off my arms and grabs my wrist, guiding my hand to his ass.

"Theo," I warn, but he grins against my kiss and silences me with a gentle shush.

He places my hand over his hole, his fingers encouraging mine to explore. "What do you feel?"

A groan escapes me as I glance at the door, making sure that we're still alone before returning my focus to him. My hand glides up the back of his shorts, the fabric brushing against my skin as I reach the faceted bottom of his plug.

"Jesus Christ, baby," I mutter as I push on it, his cock flexing against my stomach as it's pushed deeper.

"It's a big one," he whispers, tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue. "Big enough that you could just slip straight in if it wasn't in your way."

Another nudge makes him thrust against me, and I groan his name again as my cock rages behind my clothes. The sudden rush of blood has me borderline delirious. "We can go home right now—"

"No," he insists, snaking up the leg of my shorts and gripping me with a soft fist, giving a quiet hum as I thicken in his grip. "We aren't done with our training yet."

A loud noise from the main gym has me freezing and whipping my gaze to the door again, but Theo doesn't stop. He strokes me with a steady hand, swiping a thumb over my head as I finally decide no one is coming and turn back to him.

"What do we still have to cover?" My voice is breathier than I've ever heard it as he glides his hand up and down my shaft. My eyes roll back as he grips my balls and gives a gentle tug before resuming his slow jerk.

"Well, there's this one move I was told is excellent at incapacitating a man."

"Uh… oh?" It's the only thing my frazzled brain can come up with.

Theo's grin turns salacious as he nods, enjoying the way he's turned me into a bumbling idiot. He reaches behind him, face concentrating until he drops a large plug on the mats, the base a red gem.

"I lubed everything up nice and slick before I put it in," he whispers, pushing the leg of my shorts until my cock is exposed. Then he pushes his clothes aside and grips me, holding me upright as he lines us up and sinks his weight on me.

"Oh my God," I whisper as he takes me whole. "You're going to get me arrested."

"You were hellbent on doing that yourself earlier," he points out as he lifts off me and slams back down. Coherent thoughts become impossible as he rides me, his thighs flexing as he moves.

It's reckless, but his slick, tight warmth is all it takes for these mental shackles that were hanging me up to be broken. Suddenly, I don't give a shit what could happen if we were caught, because every single one of my brain cells is laser-focused on the rise and fall of his body.

And that's the way it's always been with him, isn't it?

When he's here, nothing else matters.

Both of us occasionally glance at the door to make sure we are still alone, but I'm so worked up that I'm not sure I'd stop if someone walked in here. I might just let them watch this train to pound town station. "Fuck, Jugs will be so pissed if he ever finds out."

Theo grins and leans backwards, fucking me in just the right rhythm to send me hurtling towards the edge. "Here's what we're going to do," he says, a command to his tone that snaps me to attention. "You're going to fill me up. Load my ass with your cum, and then shove that plug back inside me."

"Fuck," I groan, reaching to push his waistband far enough to expose his cock to me. I wrap my fingers around him as he sits straight up, dropping hard after each lift. "Goddamn, you take me so good," I murmur, pushing the fabric of his shorts aside so I can watch as my cock disappears into him.

"Focus, baby," he orders, and I nod even as I stare at the sight of his small body taking all of me. "I'll walk around the rest of the day full of you. Every step I take, your cum will seep out around my plug, running down my thighs. Do you know how horny that's going to make me?"

"Theo," I moan, gripping his hips and thrusting up into him as he meets me. His cock bounces and slaps against my stomach, muted by the fabric of my shirt. There's a weighty tension in my core, growing heavier by the second.

He leans forward, planting his palms on my chest. "When you get me home, you'll pull it out and fuck me again until I'm overflowing with you."

A hushed roar leaves my throat as I grip his body and flip us until he's flat on his back, driving into him in rough, powerful thrusts. "Why are you so fucking perfect?" I mutter as skin slaps, even around the cushion of our clothing. My hips drive into him so hard that he skids across the mats.

"That's it, give it to me, Dante. Give me everything." Another few slams of my hips and we're close to the wall. Theo places his palms against the cinderblocks, using them to push against me as I fuck him senseless, until I come on a shout.

He moans as I lift to my knees and tilt his hips up, thrusting into him as my release rushes from my erupting cock. My body pitches forward as my eyes roll back into my head, the intensity of my orgasm causing my toes to curl and my vision to blacken.

I thrust until it's too sensitive, until I'm spasming with the overstimulation. My hands spider blindly over the mats until I find the plug. Theo's hips are still lifted as I pull out of him, droplets of my cum raining across his hips and thighs even as my shorts fall back down my leg and cover me.

"Look at you," I mutter, using my thumbs to spread him. Milky release fills his hole and splatters his skin.

As I insert the plug, he emits another muffled moan, and a few more creamy beads seep out around the base. "Do you like that?" I push on it and watch as his needy cock flexes.

"Do something, anything," he begs as a surge of pre-cum rushes out of his slit. "Fuck, I need it."

Casting a glance over my shoulder to make sure we're still alone, I drop his ass to the ground and lower my head, sucking his stiff cock into my mouth.

"Dante," he moans as I apply pressure to the plug once more, pushing in a steady, pulsing rhythm while hollowing my cheeks and gliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

My fingers become slippery, sliding over the slick jeweled base of his plug. I switch hands and push my coated fingers between his lips, eyes locked with his as he eagerly licks the cum off my skin.

My head bobs along his length faster as my tongue swirls around him, pushing on the plug as he tenses. All at once, he calls out, his release spraying across my tongue as his cock thumps against my lips. With each throb of his orgasm, his muscles pound so hard I can feel every beat.

He chants my name as I continue to suck, swallowing until he slumps to the ground. Finally, I pop off his cock and arrange his clothing, crawling up his body to find his lips in a scorching kiss.

"You are so much trouble," I mutter as I scrape my teeth across his bottom lip.

"See? I told you I could take down a man," he says between breaths.

I snort a laugh. "You're telling me that was your intention all along?"

"Planned ahead. Don't be jealous that it worked."

I prop myself up on my elbow and glare down at him. "If that's your go-to defensive technique, we're going to have a serious problem." He grins and we both laugh as we lay there, worn out.

We're still on the ground when Jugs walks into the room and gives us a hiked brow. "Here I thought you two were practicing, and instead I find you cuddling."

"Don't worry," Theo says, slightly breathless. "We've been working very hard in here." He flexes his grip on my leg with the word, and it's a struggle to school my face into a neutral expression.

"You guys need an extra hand?" Jugs asks, somehow oblivious even though the entire room smells like filthy sex.

Theo gives me a devilish grin. "What do you think, Dante? Do we need a third?"

"Oh, we're just fine in here. Theo took me down once, but he's about to get his ass handed to him again." I meet his eyes with intention as I let him know we are far from done here.

True to my threat, we continue with Theo's practice of escaping my hold. I deliberately bump his plug whenever I can, reminding him what's coming the minute we get home.