Professional Peefer

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I really like how this turned out, hopefully you do too~ Ricardo Ricardo Ricardo 😀

// Admin Chrome

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Ricardo:

“Do you really think that these handcuffs are going to hold me?” Ricardo asks, his usual angry poker face in place as he lifted up his hands to show you what he was talking about. His chair was dangerously close to falling with how far back he was leaning, and his long legs were crossed matter-of-factually on the table.

You, on the other hand, were trying to keep yourself from falling for his tricks again. It always happened, like a continuous cycle that would never end no matter what: you caught Ricardo doing something illegal, managed to bring him in, then he somehow worms his way out of your sights. With the constant pressure from your higher ups, you were becoming desperate to finally capture him once and for all.

“I do think that you shouldn’t try anything funny or we will have some problems, Rica-” You looked up from your place across from Ricardo where you were filling out paperwork, to find that Ricardo had vanished, the handcuffs mockingly unlocked and lying on the table.

Suddenly, two hands landed on your shoulders, making you jump in your seat and swallow your shriek. You felt your pulse pick up and your skin start to sweat when a warm breath of air fanned at your ear.

“The only problem we have here is that you keep trying to arrest the king of the underworld, Officer [Last Name].” You shivered at his words, feeling your skin heat up as one of his hands traveled from your shoulder, to your neck. His fingers delicately tilted your chin back, and your vision was now presented with Ricardo’s disgustingly handsome face.

His face was slowly getting closer, and you felt as if you were in a trance. Your vision started to blur, until your eyes met his black eyes, and you suddenly broke free of his spell. You abruptly sat up, and then slammed your hands on the table.

“Don’t mock me! I refuse to be carted along by the likes of you!” You yelled, but you realized that Ricardo was smirking darkly now, hie eyes holding a dangerous content.

“I don’t think you realize that I will always get what I want. Did you really think that you could catch me so easily? No, I let myself be caught, just so I could figure out the best way to get under your skin.” Ricardo’s voice was steady, and nothing about him faltered when you threw yourself at him, trying to land a punch. He grabbed your elbow with one hand, and your shoulder with the other, and slammed you against the wall, his body caging you.

“I’m not letting this chance slip by, [Name]…” All of a sudden, the door to the interrogation room was slammed open, revealing a large number of men in black suits, all filing in the room. “…you’re coming with me, whether you like it or not. I never let my prey get away.”

Giotto:

“Got you~” You felt your whole body tremble as the words were suddenly whispered into your ear from behind, and you felt a sort of heat settle across your back as Giotto leaned over you as he trapped you against the wall.

This had started a long time ago, this cat and mouse game. However, at this point, the lines were blurred at who really was the cat and who was the mouse. You had been chasing this mafia boss for so long, yet when you thought you had him, Giotto would find a way to slip right through your fingers.

It was frustrating, yet nothing else was as frustrating as the constant flirting that Giotto drowned you in. The way he would lean in close, almost touching your lips together, yet he would pull away right at the moment you decide to lean in. Also, the way he would stare at you, watching your every move, and slowly raking his eyes up and down your body, as if you were a delicious meal waiting to be devoured. And for some reason, that made you feel hot and giddy inside.

So, it had seemed to be your lucky day when you managed to corner Giotto at a dead end in an alleyway. You had been chasing him for blocks now, and you had felt a burst of joy when Giotto turned down the alleyway, since you knew these streets like they were the back of your hands.

What you hadn’t expected, though, was that once you turned down the alleyway, there was no sign of Giotto anywhere. You frantically looked around, before finally feeling the exhaustion of running so much settle in. You put your hands on your knees, and took deep breaths, trying to regain your breath.

It hadn’t occurred to you that Giotto would sneak attack you like this.

“It seems that you have fallen into my trap, [Name].” You felt Giotto shift, his lips moving from your ear to your neck, tracing softly at the flesh there. You felt your whole body heat up at his bold move, as well as your knees start to go weak.

“Don’t f-fuck with me!” You managed to snap yourself out of the haze, and moved to elbow Giotto in the stomach. However, before you could even spring, Giotto had grabbed you by your biceps, and spun you around so you faced him. A smirk was present on his face, as if he found the situation hilarious.

“I wouldn’t try to fight it, when I like something, I tend to become obsessed…” Giotto let go of one of your arms, and lifted his hand towards your face. His thumb traced along your lips, before he started to lean in closer, his hand dropping back towards his side.

Your breathing started to pick up, and you felt anticipation start to well up inside you as your eyes fell closed.

“You can’t ever escape me, no matter how much you want to.” The words were whispered against your lips, right before he claimed them.

Reborn:

“Reborn, you are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.” You repeated, your gun pointing straight at the poker faced hitman. The two of you were in an abandoned cafe, as all the customers had ran out when you had pulled out your gun.

Instead of answering or moving, Reborn simply took another sip of his black coffee, his eyes staring dead straight at you. You felt a tad bit self conscious at the gaze, as if he was staring right through you. Your confidence started to waver.

At your moment of self doubt, Reborn had picked up on it, and had managed to get out of his seat, take the gun from your hand, and point it straight at your head. All in the matter of seconds.

You were speechless.

“I don’t think that’s a very smart idea, pointing guns at me.” A dark smile came over his face, his eyes barely seen through the shadows of his hat. You swallowed thickly, your nerves starting to catch up to you.

Moving his attention, Reborn trailed his eyes across your body. He stepped closer to you, and you didn’t move a single inch, even as the infamous hitman was right at your nose.

“I could kill you right now, but…” The tip of the gun was cool against your skin as it pushed your head to the side, exposing your neck more to Reborn.

“It seems that I can’t pull the trigger if it’s you.” The confession shocked you, but, at that moment, you tried to move. You saw Reborn move the hand holding the gun towards his side again, but you had the quick movements to try to grab it.

Luck was not on your side.

Before your fingers could even touch the gun, you were pushed onto the table, making the mug of coffee shatter on the floor. You were breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Reborn had both of his hands on your shoulders, his body towering over yours.

“Don’t get cocky.” His words were cold, and you knew he was pissed. You felt Reborn’s grip tighten for a split second, before the harsh grip was loosened. One of his hands let go of your shoulder, before traveling down. It landed on your stomach, and Reborn got to the hem of your shirt.

“The only solution to keep you from continuously trying to arrest me is to just take you out.” His words shocked you, but before you could comment, Reborn was kissing you, his lips were as soft and experienced as you had speculated time and time before.

“I guess you’ll just be coming with me for now on, whether you like it or not.”