It's about six months in. Every time Kyle has been around Breaker, the big man has flirted with him. Subtle things for the most part, a look in the eye or a slow licking of lips, the sway of his hips when he walked away from the detective. He never gave Kyle quite enough space, although he wasn't so close that it could be considered a threat. He took whatever opportunity came past to touch Kyle, eyes half lidded and pleased with each bump or nudge.
It was driving Kyle insane. He couldn't relax around Breaker, because if he did the Katzu pushed just a little bit more, and that was throwing him off his game around Traver. And that was unacceptable. Especially after Traver offered to have a talk with Breaker for him, in a sympathetic tone.
It was a chance meeting after dark, Darlene was out with the girls, God only knew where Traver was, when Kyle ran into Breaker again.
"Hello, detective." came the rumbling purr, along with the sense of someone suddenly standing too close. Kyle actually felt the hair on the back of his neck rise with the sound, and he swung around without thought in order to fling a punch at Breaker's face.
He got the name Breaker because there's just...nothing between fucking and fighting for him you know? It's all sexy to him. Darlene's words echoed in his mind just a minute too late, followed by his own SHIT! as Breaker smiled; wide and white and utterly pleased. He barely even saw the backhanded slap that came in response, cracking into his face and snapping his head around.
It hurt, of course, like being slapped by a tree...but at the same time the chance to do something about the six months of low level harassment was more than he could resist. Kyle snarled, almost well enough to be Katzu itself, and the next several minutes were filled with fists and feet and pain on both sides...although Kyle was definitely getting the worst of the equation.
It was when he was swaying gently back and forth, intent on defending himself but having given up the idea of attacks, that it happened. Breaker swooped in, picking him up by the shirt, and slammed him into a wall. Kyle's breath huffed out, and while his mouth was opened to draw a new breath of air in Breaker tilted his head and covered the human's lips with his own.
The worst, the absolute worst, part about it for Kyle was the fact that it wasn't that bad. No, not that bad at all. Breaker had just the right balance of aggressive and passive, of tooth and tongue and movement. He nipped at the lips, but not hard enough to hurt, he sucked on Kyle's tongue like he was giving it a blowjob, he shifted his hands so that he had the smaller man's ass cupped in them and fondled with a surprising amount of gentleness considering what they'd been doing to each other just a few minutes back.
Breaker was good. Good enough that Kyle couldn't help but respond, even as his brain freaked out and he started trying to get away. Breaker drew the kiss to an end and let him go when his struggles became obvious, rather than the frozen shock he'd started with.
"Detective?" in that mild way Breaker always spoke to him, although with an edge of satisfaction and the heaviness of lust.
You should never show fear to a predator. Kyle couldn't help that, either. He broke and ran.
It was driving Kyle insane. He couldn't relax around Breaker, because if he did the Katzu pushed just a little bit more, and that was throwing him off his game around Traver. And that was unacceptable. Especially after Traver offered to have a talk with Breaker for him, in a sympathetic tone.
It was a chance meeting after dark, Darlene was out with the girls, God only knew where Traver was, when Kyle ran into Breaker again.
"Hello, detective." came the rumbling purr, along with the sense of someone suddenly standing too close. Kyle actually felt the hair on the back of his neck rise with the sound, and he swung around without thought in order to fling a punch at Breaker's face.
He got the name Breaker because there's just...nothing between fucking and fighting for him you know? It's all sexy to him. Darlene's words echoed in his mind just a minute too late, followed by his own SHIT! as Breaker smiled; wide and white and utterly pleased. He barely even saw the backhanded slap that came in response, cracking into his face and snapping his head around.
It hurt, of course, like being slapped by a tree...but at the same time the chance to do something about the six months of low level harassment was more than he could resist. Kyle snarled, almost well enough to be Katzu itself, and the next several minutes were filled with fists and feet and pain on both sides...although Kyle was definitely getting the worst of the equation.
It was when he was swaying gently back and forth, intent on defending himself but having given up the idea of attacks, that it happened. Breaker swooped in, picking him up by the shirt, and slammed him into a wall. Kyle's breath huffed out, and while his mouth was opened to draw a new breath of air in Breaker tilted his head and covered the human's lips with his own.
The worst, the absolute worst, part about it for Kyle was the fact that it wasn't that bad. No, not that bad at all. Breaker had just the right balance of aggressive and passive, of tooth and tongue and movement. He nipped at the lips, but not hard enough to hurt, he sucked on Kyle's tongue like he was giving it a blowjob, he shifted his hands so that he had the smaller man's ass cupped in them and fondled with a surprising amount of gentleness considering what they'd been doing to each other just a few minutes back.
Breaker was good. Good enough that Kyle couldn't help but respond, even as his brain freaked out and he started trying to get away. Breaker drew the kiss to an end and let him go when his struggles became obvious, rather than the frozen shock he'd started with.
"Detective?" in that mild way Breaker always spoke to him, although with an edge of satisfaction and the heaviness of lust.
You should never show fear to a predator. Kyle couldn't help that, either. He broke and ran.