Damien aka Ziggy was having a pleasant day, er evening. It was getting dark but he was out, just having finished eating at one of the pubs. Damn, they had pretty good buffalo wings, yessiree. He was full, but he has leanrned not to overstuff himself, he has only a slight pooch, but it's damn cute on him. He was just walking down the sidewalk, on his way to his apartment, thinking about his boyfriend.

Yes, his boyfriend.

It made him giddy to think about that, Kriss actually being his boyfriend. He blushed at the though, he was being so...so...mushy! How mortifying. But he couldn't help it. And damn! That man is so hypersexual! They must have sex like, everyday. Except for the nearly past two weeks. Yea, Kriss has been really busy as of late, the violence rate has spiked, maybe it's a seasonal thing? But yea, it was kind of a shock, going from near daily sex to no sex. It made him laugh to think of how Kriss must be feeling.

He put his hands in his pockets, or at least his fingers, his pants were juuuuust a bit too tight.

But damn did they look good on him. Denim, as usual, faded with huge holes in the knees and ragged edges on the bottom. Really good on him. They revealed tan legs and a toned but slightly pooched belly since they were low riders. His shirt was a simple white tee, clung to his body like a second skin and was just a little small. It was practically see through too. The belt he wore was one of Kriss' that he stole becuase he liked it; a black belt with chains circling around it and a huge silver buckle with a howling wolf.

Kriss reminded Ziggy of a wolf.

Powerful, drop dead gorgeous...charismatic, and he scared Ziggy lifeless yet had the ability to make him feel so safe. He always got a warm, excited feeling whenever he was near Kriss or really thinking about him.

Or maybe that was him just getting really horny.

Whatever the case, he really did care for Kriss. Wonder where he is tonight...He tipped his black hat up out of his face, his wavy hair falling in front of it. He was looking at the darkening sky and the stars that were begining to show. He smiled. It was such a nice night, distant sound of cars and others out at this time, mixing in with his his black leather cowboy boots. He was comfy and in a state of bliss that can only be acheived when alone.

Of course, bliss with other's is great too. But he was alone but he wasn't lonely, he had people, he was just content to be alone right now. At least that's what his pretty smile on his lovely tan face was saying.

Kriss was mildly tired, but in a rather satisfied way. He'd done his job, was an asshole as most cops were, and did his job damned well.

He wasn't in his work clothes, which was quite obvious to any observer. He'd had time to go home and shower and get himself all prettied up. He didn't look feminine sort of pretty... he looked gorgeus in a manly way.

His black hair was left undone, no style apparent other than the messy straight black wet spikes that hung around his face. He had just taken a shower only a few minutes ago, I remind you, and his hair was thick and healthy, something that any woman would want. His green eyes said 'I'm watching you' in that almost violent stalker sort of way.

He was intimidating with his svelte, tall and perfectly fit form clothed in black from head to toe, though any woman would coo or drool over him nonetheless. He was the perfect man for the modeling industry.

It was his personality that turned most people off, though. How he could be so sarcastic and arrogant and wear a smug expression most of the time. Now... now, this was a different Kriss. A Kriss who's been denied of pleasure for two weeks because of his work. A man who could get almost anything he wanted and was denied of something he craved most simply because he was too busy. That should have been illegal.

A catlike smirk suddenly crossed the wolf man's otherwise intimidating expression. Ziggy. Perfect timing, doll.

"You!" His booming voice called to Ziggy, the tone dripping with authority. "Hands over your head! You're under arrest!"

Ziggy had been in mid-sentence, complimenting the night ssky in his mind hen all of a sudden. BAM! Someone is shouting at him?! He's under arrest?! Huh?! Eyes snapped wider in shock, he doesn't recognize the voice soely because he heard only the words. Where was the voice coming from? He didn't see anyone in front of him. But he didn't want to make trouble, so naturally, he complies.

"Yes sir!"

Kind of a strangled reply and he stops in mid-step, and raises his tan arms up. His lithe form stretching as his did so, shirt raised higher in front and back, showing even more of his smooth tan torso. The neck hairs were standing straight up. Only the words 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit' were going through his mind, aside from thoughts and questions. Like, 'What did I do?' and 'Have I done something wrong?!'

To put it simply, he was a bit panicked, as many who are pretty much innocent of everything are. He was shaking ever so slightly too, feeling a bit petrified. Then suddenly a thought went through his head.

What if it really isn't a cop?

They could be criminals pretending to be a cop! Maybe he should run! Bad idea, what if they have guns?! Or, what if it really is a cop and he does run?! He'd be in even /more/ trouble. Oh god oh god oh god.

The poor thing is obviously terrified. He's practically shaking. He's trying to take in deep breaths. He just has to try to relax.

He's trying.

Kriss came up from behind him, his black boots making no sound as he trotted down the sidewalks to reach him. His arms went around Ziggy's waist. He got a thrill out of scaring people. He was trying so hard not to laugh.

"Hiya, doll. Did I scare ya?"

Beautiful smile. He wouldn't be surprised if Ziggy turned around a whacked him.

He laughed, finally.

(gah, shitteh post, sorries. >.o)

(( I should give you spankings!!! XD ))

Actually instead of smacking him, he nearly faints.

"Oh gods...it's you..."

He went rather limp, leaning backwards into the other's broader chest. He turned around, a glare that might scare even Kriss but it's totally ruined by what's supposed to be a frown. He's pouting. He can /never/ frown! Anytime he tries to, it always comes out as a pout. It formed naturally on those luscious lips of his.

"Kriss...for that one I should take away a week of sex."

But he can't stay angry at him, the longer he stares at that gorgeous face, the more strained his pouting frown becomes and te weaker his glare gets. Finally it's so weak, his smile breaks through, lovely on his pretty face.

"You jackass..."

He leaned forward, mouth pursed slightly in that adorable 'kiss me' expression.

"'ve miss'd you..."

"Ha. You sound disappointed to see me or something." He was still chuckling though. His chuckling eventually turns into laughter at his boyfriend's inability to frown. He just wanted to kiss him until he stopped pouting.

"Yeah yeah honey," he replied to his no sex comment, "I love you too." His laughter subsided after a minute and he just smiled. He was about ready to ravish the poor dear but he had more sense and style than that.

"I have that effect on people," he said gently with a small smile which couldn't really be determined if he was serious or just joking. "But I missed you too."

And to prove that, Ziggy gets a nice kiss. But Kriss only gives it to him for a brief moment, almost taunting him, teasing him.

Oh you meanie.

Ziggy wanted a kiss and when the other pulled away, his pout returned. He turned fully so he was facing the other, fingers curling around the shoulders and massaging it, rubbing it. His body was pressed against the other's.

"Tease..."

He was too damnably cute when he was sulky. But then an idea struck. Kriss was teasing him, so thus Zig should just tease him, shouldn't he? He sniffed and turned his head to the side slightly.

"Fine, nothing for you either!"

He stuck out his tongue at Kriss then turned his head, snuffing. Of course he wasn't completely serious, but he seemed that way.

"Oh look at you, all sulky for no reason," Kriss gave a short laugh. Ziggy had really grown on him and affected his mood.

"That pout suits you so well," he said in a soft murmur, then leaned in and came close to Ziggy's lips, bit his exposed tongue and then kissed him.

Ziggy damn well better have affected Kriss at /least/ a /little/ bit. The way this arrogant other has affected the Zig (or Zigurat as Kriss lovingly calls him), he better have affected him somehow. Hopefully in a positive way.

The other's comment broke through that little 'bitter' barrier and his face would have cracked, save for the fact the other bit his tongue and kissed him. Naturally, they have become comfortable with who is who in this relationship; e.i. Kriss is the dominant one and Ziggy is the submissive one. Ziggy, bent backwards slightly becuase of the taller other allowed Kriss to take over the kiss but he was the first to stop.

He, unlike the other it seemed, needed air. His arms were on the other's shoulders and his fingers were playing with the hair of the other. His large green eyes were looking up at Kriss and he had a small, cute Zig smile on his face.

"You might complain about me being sulky, but you seem to love my pout..."

It was natural, his lower lip was shaped that way, especially if he was not frowning and simply straight-lipped. Very noticable. His fingers trailed down the other's chest before he looked back up.

"What are you doing out here? I thought you'd be working...I haven't seen you in like, two weeks..."

And no sex for two weeks either, you sex addict, you're rubbing off on me.

Kriss let out a quiet and airy chuckle when Ziggy broke the kiss and made that comment. He smiled and reached up to his face, running his fingers through the fae's hair. "I can't deny the truth..."

"No more work. My shift ended not too long ago. Just me and you now."

His smile stretched a little bit. "You know... I do love you." He sighed softly, contentedly.

"Well that's a comfort hon, but we can't do anythin' out here...some people are staring...and not everyone seems to like two guys kissin'"

Hint of his accent, but he's smiling, blushing at the same time and he's happy that he now has his Krisstopher with him. Yes, his. Mine, mine, mine, mine. Though he is probably no where near as possessive as his boyfriend. At least, Zig would never admit it. Kriss just screams it without opening his mouth. Then the other told him he loved him, you realize, Kriss never actually said that to Zig? Maybe during sex he said something like that, but never in public, Kriss just didn't seem to want to play the romantic part. Just the rough-n-tough sex god. Zig's smile was so sweet, it must have been an endearing sight.

"...I love you too...Krisski..."

A light laugh at the sweet, adorable pet name for his strong, gorgeous boyfriend. But it fit him perfectly.

"Does it matter what everyone else likes?" he murmured softly, looking away for a minute at the staring individuals. His eyes said 'don't stare' but his expression looked friendly enough. He looked back to Ziggy. Fine. If they wanted to stare, let them stare. He could care less.

Was that a hint of a blush crawling onto Kriss' expression? Nah, couldn't be...

He looked away again for a minute. "C'mon, Zig, let's go somewhere."

"Nu!"

Zig pouted and huffed, looking away. It didn't, it was just...embarressing! He shifted uncmofortably and leaned in closer to Kriss, instead of pulling away as some might suspect. It was just that people intimidated him. He put his face into the other's chest, missing the blush, too busy breathing in the strong, warm smell of the other. Kriss, to Zig, smells like cider, the kind that makes you wamr and tingly in the inside. And it helped Zig calm down.

"Okay."

A smile and he nuzzled more into the other's broader chest, slowly wrapping his arms around it. He was so small compared to the other, not so much in height as in how they carried themselves and the fact the other is more muscular and toned while Zig remains a slender, not so skinny, twig. Kinda funny actually,

Kriss sighed sort of deeply from his chest, looking down at Zig. "Where to then, doll? It's your pick, 'n 's on me."

He smiled a little more brightly this time, holding Ziggy close in a way that said 'I'll protect you' without words.

Zig turned, so he was standing on the other's side, arm wrapped around the waist of the other. He almost looked like a young girl who was flat chested, and well, cross-dressing. His cowboy hat had tipped back slightly, s that if Kriss looked down, he could see part of the face and the other's nose. He was thinking, mouth pursed out and eyes looking up, his thinking expression.

"Umm...I'm not really hungry nor do I really want to do much...can we just go to your place?"

He then looked up at the other, as sincere and Ziggy like as Ziggy can be, he gave a sweet smile. He just wanted to spend some alone time with his boyfriend. And yea, sex would be nice too.