Good Cop By
LoneWolf (kodoku na okami)
COMMENTS: Well, someone on GWML mentioned nudist colonies, and then this
scenario presented itself, then Darkflame was begging for a sappy lemon.
What can I say?
WARNINGS: lemon, PWP (or close to it), NC-ish (but not really)
I can hardly wait, Duo thought
as he sped down the road.
He'd spotted the ad for the nudist camp days ago and had been waiting
for a chance to sneak away on a little investigation of his own while
Heero was undercover. And what a cover it was. They were freelancing,
checking out rumors of corruption in the local sheriff's department and
Heero had been assigned to infiltrate them as a cop. Duo was along in
case they needed a "criminal" as part of their plan. That and Heero couldn't
keep his hands off him when they were alone. Duo grinned.
Thinking about Heero always made him horny. He slid his hand under his
T-shirt, tracing his thumb teasingly around his nipple. "Mmmm," he sighed.
It wasn't as good as when Heero did it. He was such a gentle lover. Almost
like he was afraid he was going to hurt me, Duo thought. Well, it was
possible. Heero Yuy was a Hell of a lot stronger than he looked. Duo felt
his cock getting hard as he thought about Heero and his finger continued
to stimulate the hard nub on his chest.
"Ah, what the Hell," he mumbled. "Might as well get ready for camp." He
chuckled as he pulled off the shirt, swerving slightly as he pulled it
over his head, and threw it into the back seat of the car.
The wind blew against his skin. It felt good. Maybe he was a nudist at
heart. He pinched his nipple and gasped as the burning wave surged through
him, stirring that sensation in his crotch again. He looked at the empty
road ahead, the rolling fields on either side, and checked the rear-view
mirror. Nothing. He was alone, and the camp was still a good hour away.
"What the Hell." He slid his feet out of the flip-flops and chucked them
over his shoulder.
Next came the belt. He pulled it off, tossing it behind him, then unbuttoned
and unzipped his shorts. Sliding them under his butt and down his legs,
then collecting them from the floor while keeping the car under control
was a real trick, but Duo found it no more difficult than shoving his
tongue down Heero's throat while playing with one of his nipples while
jacking him off while fucking his ass while standing in the middle of
their room. The torn denim cutoffs went into the back seat too.
Wow. That last image had him hard. He wriggled out of his boxers, feeling
his cock thump against his belly as it cleared the waistband. Feeling
the wet spot it left. He grinned. The boxers joined the rest of his clothes.
Yeah. He was really going to enjoy the nudist camp, he thought as his
free hand fell to his crotch, touching, stroking, squeezing, fondling.
God, he wished it was Heero's hand doing it. He raced down the deserted
It took a moment for the sound to register.
"Oh SHIT!" he shouted to no one in particular. It was a police siren.
Just what he needed. He glanced in the mirror and saw the cruiser behind
him. The road stretched out for miles before him and there was nothing
but open field to the right and left. No escape. Well, maybe they were
used to naked people driving to the nudist camp. He realized he was still
playing with himself and stopped. Maybe he'd go down before the cop made
it out of his car. Maybe, he could get his shorts back on. He reached
into the back seat.
"Oh shit," he said as he realized he had the roof down on the convertible
and the only items that had actually landed in the back seat were his
flip-flops and belt. Well. That wouldn't do much good. He glanced in the
mirror again and saw the cop approaching. Damn! He was still way too hard
to hide it. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have any idea how fast you were driving?"
He sighed, relieved as he recognized the cool, flat voice. "Heero! God,
I'm glad it's you. I... uh..." He looked up at the uniformed Heero, complete
blank, no-nonsense cop expression and sunglasses that hid his eyes.
"I need to see your license and registration, sir."
Duo glanced into the mirror. Heero's crusier was empty. He wasn't putting
on an act for a partner. What was the deal? "Look, Heero. Why don't you
just let me go with a warning this time, OK? I mean, it was maybe ten
miles an hour, right?"
"9.23, sir. Or approximately 15.38 kilometers per hour. But speeding is
the least of your worries. County ordinance 402.433 Section 49 paragraph
A requires all drivers of motor vehicles to wear shoes while driving.
Section 39 paragraph B of the same ordinance prohibits operation of a
motor vehicle while naked. 406.33 Section 4 paragraph A subparagraph 1
prohibits performance of masturbatory sexual acts on the driver of a motor
vehicle. Not to mention 304.22 section 12 -- littering -- and 404.33 section
4 paragraph E -- refusing to comply with lawful orders of a police officer.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to place you under arrest."
Duo's mouth had fallen progressively farther open as Heero recited the
list of violations, but the last statement was too much. "NAANIIII???
Are you out of your fucking mind?!"
"401.4 section 7 paragraph C prohibits use of the word 'fuck' or any form
of the word 'fuck' when addressing an officer. Please get out of the car."
"Fuck, Heero! I'm fucking naked!" Since he'd already broken ordinance
401.4 subsection whatever-the-fuck, paragraph whatever-the-fuck-else,
he might as well really break it.
"Please get out of the car, sir. If necessary, I am authorized to extract
you by county ordinance 400.22 section--"
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm getting out already." Duo scanned up and down the road
again. Thank God they were still alone. He opened the door and got out
of the car.
"Please face the car and put your hands behind your back."
"Huh? What the Hell are you talking about."
"I told you, sir. I'm going to have to place you under arrest."
"Ha ha. OK, Heero. The cop act has gone far enough. Just-- OW!" He yelped
as Heero pulled his right arm up behind his back, just enough to be painful,
but not enough to really hurt.
"Please put your other hand behind your back sir. Now."
"Fuck, Heero!" Duo shouted, moving his hand back and feeling Heero handcuff
him. "Have you gone off the deep end? Is this how cops get when the go
into donut withdrawal or something?"
"I don't like donuts, sir." Heero grabbed his elbow and led him around
the car to the passenger side of the cruiser, then to the back door and
forced his head down to the trunk. "Please stay still for a moment, sir."
"Fuck you," Duo said. The metal was warm from the late morning sun. Not
enough to burn, but enough to be mildly uncomfortable. He listened to
the jingling as Heero fumbled in his pocket for the keys to open the door.
"No sir." The jingling stopped. A moment later, Duo felt something cool
and moist pressing against his asshole. Lubricant? "Fuck you," Heero said.
"Oooh, GOD!" he moaned as Heero finger shoved into him. It was rough.
The cool lube had caused reflex to close his ass and Heero had pushed
in before he could really relax again. So unlike his usual gentle approach,
but so perfect right now. It was just a tiny bit painful, but not enough
to matter. "Oh. Yes." He felt himself tight around Heero's finger, then
beginning to loosen. A second finger quickly followed, again before he
was really ready for it. Immediately he shouted, "Give me three now!"
He felt Heero's stroking falter. "Now!"
"Yes, sir." Heero said and Duo felt the third finger join the second.
"AAAAH!" he screamed. It hurt again. Just a tiny bit more would have torn,
been really painful, but dancing so close to the edge like this, laying
on the car in broad daylight on the side of the road, feeling how tight
he was around Heero's fingers as they shoved into him, harder now, and
knowing... knowing what was coming next. Duo whimpered as he felt his
cock touch against the hot metal of the car -- and try to jump. It had
nowhere to go. He felt his hole loosening now, wondered if Heero was going
to give him four. "More! Please!"
"Yes, sir." Heero's fingers pulled out of him.
He waited to hear Heero undoing his pants. Feel Heero's cock pushing into
him. Instead he felt something hard, cool, blunt and lubricated pushing
into him. "Ooooooh, Gooooooood," he moaned as it slid into him. "Ooooooh.
What is it?" It pulled out maybe two inches then pushed in four. "OH!"
"It's a nightstick, sir," Heero said as he worked the hard shaft deeper
into Duo, eyes precisely gauging the depth to avoid injuring Duo.
Again, it hurt a little. It was completely unyielding, unlike a hard cock.
It moved slowly, then stopped, pulling back again then pushing in deeper.
It slid deeper into him than Heero could reach, stretching parts of his
ass that hadn't felt an invader before. He felt it pull out again, waiting
for the next push deeper, but instead it pulled almost completely out
and moved firmly back in to its former depth. "OH!" Then out again, then
in, the rhythm coming faster as Heero got comfortable with the stroke
length. "Oh, God, yes! Heero! Oooh! Fuck me with it. Mmmmm. Please! Oh,
God, it feels so good!"
"Yes, sir," Heero said.
Duo barely heard him over the rising roar of blood running through his
body and his own shouts of ecstasy and the scream of pleasure that radiated
up from where the long, hard nightstick ran in and out, stretching him
to his limit. Heero shifted its position slightly every few strokes to
touch a different part of his insides and stir the feelings anew. He thought
he was about to come when he felt it pull out all the way and not go back
"One moment, sir," Heero said.
Now Duo heard Heero's zipper, imagined Heero fumbling with the front of
his briefs, then felt Heero's cock pushing between his cheeks. It wasn't
as big or as hard as the nightstick, of course, but it was far more stimulating.
It was the warmth and throbbing of Heero's cock against his butt that
told him this was flesh and blood, not cold, lifeless plastic. It was
the wetness against his hole that had nothing to do with KY. It was the
subtle, velvety catch of skin against skin as Heero sank into him. "Oooh!
"Is there any problem, sir?"
"Fuck, no." It was knowing it was Heero fucking him, in his cop uniform,
complete with sunglasses, on the side of the road, in full view of anyone
who might drive by. "Yes, there is! I want to watch you." It was so erotic
that he didn't give a damn if someone did drive by -- let them make movies
if they wanted.
"Yes, sir." Heero pulled out of him, pulled him up off the car, turned
him around, pushed him down again, lifted his legs and slid back in, all
in less than fifteen seconds. "Anything else, sir?" He asked.
"Yes," Duo said, looking up at the neat, blue uniform with gold badge
and silver name plate and silver lapel pins, feeling the press on his
shoulders as he lay on his handcuffed hands. His left thigh rubbed against
Heero's pistol. If he crooked his leg just right he could feel the leather
pouch at the small of Heero's back where the handcuffs had been stored.
His gaze wandered up to Heero's face and the sunglasses. He almost asked
Heero to remove the sunglasses so he could see his eyes, but they were
part of the uniform -- part of the turn on. And he was very turned on.
Heero pushed in gently at first, then, finding the way open, began pounding
rapidly, one hand firm on Duo's right hip for leverage.
Duo felt the zipper's teeth biting against the skin of his thighs and
ass and balls. Heero's free hand closed over his cock, "Oh! Yes!", soaking
wet from all the drooling it had been doing, and began stroking it, "Mmmm,"
finishing the hand-job Duo had started... How long had they been at this?
He didn't care. "So good, Heero." Heero's hand always felt better than
his own. He could hear Heero grunting and could feel himself beginning
to tighten around him. He felt his balls pulling up. Any second and...
"Ooooooh!" The thick, milky fluid spurted up and out of him, falling onto
his chest, "God!" again and again "Yes!" as he felt himself close tight
and pulsing around Heero. "Oh, God!"
That was too much for Heero. "Aaaaa," he shouted, spilling himself into
Duo. "Nnnntsu ... Aaayaa! Nnn. Haaaa!" He stood there as the explosions
faded, keeping himself inside as long as he could because he knew Duo
liked him to stay inside.
"God, Heero," Duo gasped beneath him, looking up at his lover. "That was...
I don't know what that was. Sensational. Phenomenal. God!"
"Hn." Heero stood over him, looking at him. A minute later, he pulled
the last of himself out of Duo. "County ordinance 419.122 subsection 4
paragraph Q makes it a felony to bribe an officer on duty with sexual
"NAANIIII?" Duo stared at him, angry, incredulous. "I didn't bribe you!
You practically forced me!"
"Lucky for you, I'm off duty today."
Duo stared at him in silence for a moment, eyes wide, then. "OFF FUCKING
DUTY!!! What the fuck do you mean you're off fucking duty today? You fucking
pulled me over and pretended to fucking arrest me, laid me over your fucking
car, fucked my ass with that fucking nightstick and then proceeded to
fuck my brains out with your cock and you were off fucking duty?!?!"
"You didn't like it?" Duo stared at him, dumbfounded again. "I thought
you always wanted me to make love to you in my uniform." That did nothing
to help Duo's incoherent state. "And since I saw you eyeing that ad for
the nudist camp, I thought you might find the open air... exciting." He
watched Duo, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips.
"Uh, what was that ordinance? 401.4 something-or-other?"
"401.4 section 7 paragraph C -- 'fuck' when addressing an officer?"
"Yeah. That one. What does paragraph B prohibit?"
"The word, 'shit'."
"You are full of shit, officer."
Heero shook his head, sighing. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest
Duo grinned. "Good cop. You get a donut hole"
"I can't stand donuts, sir."
"Oh. Well, you can have my asshole if you prefer." He eyed Heero's crotch
and saw his answer. "I am glad you recover so fast," he said, hooking
his leg around Heero's back and drawing him against him again.
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