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The "Beast of Arkansas" case was the first that Charlie had been assigned to investigate since he began working for the FBI. He wasn't in charge, of course; no, he was just sent to work under the supervision of Agent Hector Munday, a taciturn and intelligent man about eight years older and far more experienced than he was. At first, he had been a little unhappy about having to look after a rather clumsy rookie besides investigating, but then he seemed to notice something in Charles that softened him a bit. After all, Lonnit wasn't a burden; he really was very clever, savvy, and certainly helped with the investigation. One day Munday came to work as early as usual and, turning on the light, suddenly saw Lonnit sleeping at his desk. He seemed to be so overworked that he couldn't even bring himself to go to sleep on the couch five feet away from him.
Hector decided not to wake him up right away and instead just covered Charlie with his FBI-jacket and turned off the light, going off to get another cup of coffee for him. Lonnit then woke up and looked like a confused kitten, but when he realized whose jacket was warming his shoulders like a blanket, he smiled so sweetly that Hector was unable to look at him any longer and turned away to the investigation board, muttering something about the cooling coffee on the table.
After this incident, Hector, who had previously been skeptical about the young agent, began to look at him much more attentively, as if compiling his psychological portrait. It was his work habit; he profiled not only the maniacs, but also the people he was interested in. Of course he didn't make a special board for this, no - he did everything in his mind, cleverly and privately.
The results of Agent Charles Lonnit's personality analysis were quite interesting. The young man seemed to have had an ordinary childhood, living with a single mother who loved her only son and treated him well; he had only been bullied by his classmates a couple of times in high school - he had often been teased as a nerd, a four-eyes and a faggot then. How had Hector found out about this? Charlie told him himself, when they were discussing the possible childhood traumas of their wanted murderer. He was then calmly drinking coffee and eating a doughnut, sitting on his desk and looking at the board; it wasn't like he was shy to talk about himself and his personal experiences, he was pretty open, at least in that respect and at least with Hector. This also caught Munday's attention, and he mentally fixed this openness as another clue on his dear colleague's personality research board.
As time passed, he also came to the conclusion that Charles, though he seemed terribly awkward at first glance, was in fact not that clumsy at all. He often dropped papers, investigation files, and once even evidence in front of him (Hector had managed to catch and save it, thank God), and also occasionally stumbled on the spot, spilled coffee on himself, bumped his shoulder on the doorframe and so on. But the key to all this was the fact that Charlie was like this only when he was around.
When his attention was focused on someone or something else, like their case or an interrogating witness, he became quite serious and calm, and all his awkwardness magically disappeared in an instant.
One day Munday decided to conduct an experiment. He picked a moment when Charlie was in the role of a confident and determined Agent Lonnit, and deliberately made him turn his attention to himself by standing not next to him as usual, out of his sight, but by casually walking across the room, as if just to pour himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot. Taking the cup, Hector calmly leaned his shoulder against the wall behind their interrogated witness and casually stared at Charles, who cast glances at him and pursed his lips, trying to focus and listen to the woman in front of him. When it was Lonnit's turn to speak, he began to stammer a bit, and at this point Hector decided that his little experiment could be over. He still had to think about the results, but he decided to leave that for later. First they had to catch their serial killer. The rest could wait.
The investigation was tense, but in the end they finally managed to understand the criminal's train of thought and track him down. It was done mostly, of course, thanks to Hector, but Charlie had also made some contributions. Besides, to everyone's surprise, he was the one who caught Manny when he was trying to escape from the police through the hotel roof. Munday then seemed to have been almost deathly frightened for Charles's life, which could be seen in his sudden unrestrained impulse: when he saw Manny pull a knife from his pocket, he immediately raised his gun, intending to shoot the murderer, whom he himself had previously commanded to take alive. But Charlie, thankfully, managed to deal with the danger himself then, punching the man in the face and even breaking his nose accidently.
He was the one who turned Manny against the wall and handcuffed him. And Hector was there, seeing it all and looking at him with an expression that was hard to understand. He felt feelings.
And he... didn't really know what to do with it.
As he had always done before when the situation was beyond his control, the man simply decided to devote all his time to the work. There was still much to be done in the Beast's case anyway. They had to conduct an interrogation, and even more than one. Then they had to attend the trial, give evidence in court. Hector tried to concentrate on the deeds, but there was one problem - he and Charlie now had mostly common deeds.
"Oh, Agent Munday," Manny smiles as he sees the FBI agent he already knew walk into the room. "Oh, and Charlie's also here? Well you guys are really treating me today!" he looks at Lonnit with an attentive look and smirks.
"This is Agent Lonnit," Hector glumly corrects, tossing the folder carelessly onto the table. Charlie sits down somewhat awkwardly and tensely in one of the chairs. This is the first time he's been interrogated someone this way; before, he's either stood behind two-way mirror or been busy with other things that Hector has placed on his shoulders. So now he feels a little confused and not quite sure what he can expect.
"And about what you would like to chat with me, Agent Lonnit?" smiles Manny, leaning slightly in his direction, keeping his gaze on the young man. "Don't be shy. I don't bite until you ask," he winks, and Hector, noticing this, freezes even somewhat puzzled while opening the file. What's going on?
"We want you to answer a couple of our questions," Lonnit says, dismissing the man's words. "About the crimes you've committed, and especially about that first woman you killed."
"Boring!" the maniac snorts, leaning back in his chair. "I thought at least you'd ask me something interesting, since you're such an unusual specimen."
"We just need to clarify some details, nothing else," Munday says calmly, placing a pack of cigarettes on the table. Manny smirks, taking it in his hands and examining it for a few seconds before raising his gaze to Charles again.
"Do you smoke, Charlie?" he asks, taking out a cigarette and clamping it between his lips. "Got a light?" Sherman covers his eyes and slightly leans forward, expecting Lonnit to pull out a lighter or a box of matches and light his cigarette, but instead after a few moments he hears a click from somewhere on the side and opens his eyes. Hector quietly gives him a light and puts the lighter back in his pocket, looking at Sherman with a disgruntled look.
Sherman enjoys it. He smiles, shifting his gaze again from Hector to Charlie. "If you just need to clarify a few details once again, why did you decide to bring your partner here with you today, Agent Munday?"
"He's here to gain experience," Hector calmly replies.
"Oh, so I'll be your first, Charlie?" Manny smiles lustfully, looking at the young man. He somewhat awkwardly adjusts his glasses. Munday glares into the man's eyes, faintly pursing his lips. He does not like this. Why does Sherman even allow himself to talk to Charles this way? "What's up with you today, Agent Munday?" the man suddenly asks. "You look a bit... tense," he smiles.
"Tell us about your first victim, Mr. Sherman" asks Hector, ignoring his remark. The man sighs.
"Okay, here's an idea," he shakes off the ashes on the table and looks at Lonnit again. "I'll tell you everything you want to hear from me, every detail, and I'll even tell you how to find the body, but!" he raises one finger and smiles.
"But?" Lonnit asks, still not sure if he really wants to know the answer. He could expect anything from this maniac.
"But in exchange I want you to do something for me, Charlie," he slyly smiles. "I want you to visit me alone next time, without Agent Munday. So we can have a private chat."
"That's not gonna happen," Hector immediately says, already standing up, but Charlie suddenly stops him gently with a palm gesture.
"It's okay, that's not a big deal. I agree," he says, and Manny looks contentedly at him and at the frowning Hector nearby. Munday clutches the case file in his hands, trying not to show his emotions. But Sherman is a very perceptive man, and he reads him like an open book.
He tells the agents what they wanted to hear, but in the meantime he never stops dropping strange hints in Lonnit's direction, as if... As if flirting with him? Munday, realizing this, frowns again, glaring somewhat menacingly at Manny. For some reason he felt the urge to beat him to death only more and more with every passing minute of this conversation.
Charlie, who was sitting next to him, was trying to concentrate on the matter at hand and ignore the psychopath's obviously defiant behavior. He rubs his temple, looking at the papers on the table, and attentively listens to Sherman, just trying to do his job.
"You know, Charlie, it makes me so sad that I didn't get to leave a scar on you. It's such a miss," the Beast sighs at some point. "Well, I guess it's understandable. I was just too impressed by you at that moment. You look like a shy kitten, but you have sharp claws, don't you?" he grinned. "How much hidden and suppressed energy you have... you could be an artist, you know. Like me."
"You're mistaken, Mr. Sherman," says Charlie. "You do that a lot, actually."
"Of course I do. Or maybe it's just that you are not ready to accept the truth about yourself," smiles Manny a little predatory. "Tell me, what did you feel when you hit me?" he asks.
“A pain in my arm. You have a very hard face," snarls Lonnit. Hector turns his gaze to him, smirking almost imperceptibly. Sherman laughs.
"Oh, come on! I saw your burning eyes! You loved it! You wanted to hit me again, but you held back. You maintained control. That's your problem, my dear. Tell me, do you know the difference between you and me, Charlie?"
"I know. You're a megalomaniac psychopathic murderer, and I'm the FBI agent who caught you," Lonnit calmly replies.
"No, no, Charlie, that's not the point! It doesn't matter who sits on which side of this table, who wears the badge and who wears the handcuffs. The difference between you and me is that you're just too shy to show your real face to the world, and I'm not!"
Hector begins to lose his patience. "You promised to tell us where you hid the body."
"I'll tell you everything, Agent Munday, don't be so worried," he says nonchalantly, keeping his predatory gaze on Lonnit. "I see your real face, Charlie. I see the little demons in your eyes. Is that what I think it is? Oh, you're such a bad boy," he smiles.
Hector stares at him tensely, fighting the urge to beat him right here, just so he'll stop smiling at Charles like that and saying such things to him. The feeling is so strong inside him that it even brings the man to his senses for a few moments. Is he jealous? Does he want to protect the young man? Why? Because he's only his? Since when?
No, it's perfectly normal to not want your partner to be hit on by a serial killer. There's nothing wrong with that. But the fact that Munday is outraged not because Sherman is the one doing it, but because of the very idea that someone is trying to flirt with his Charles, makes him reconsider his outlook on the world.
That's what those feelings were then, that's what he felt when he saw Charlie arrest Manny and handcuff him. Love.
In his case, though, closely tied to a greedy desire to possess.
He frowns at Sherman, who continues to flirt horribly with Charles with a cheeky smile.
"Come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that, I'm just being friendly," Manny exhales cigarette smoke in his direction smilingly, and Charlie covers his eyes for a few moments, trying to cope with irritation. He forces himself to breathe out and calm down, and, lowering his gaze to the notebook, makes a little note to fix his thought, a new detail that can be discussed with Hector later and added to the Beast's psychological portrait.
Sherman stretches his neck curiously, trying to peek into his notes. "And what are you writing there, sweetie? Are you analyzing me? Uh-oh... sexy," he smirks, looking lecherously into his eyes. "And what do you think about me?" Manny leans a little closer, sliding his cuffed hands across the table quite near to the suddenly frozen Charles.
And that's when Hector's patience breaks: before Sherman could reach the young man, the FBI agent roughly grabs his arm and twists it to the point of abrupt pain, pressing it against the table's surface. Charlie somewhat confusedly turns to look at him, staring at Munday in amazement. "Ouch! It hurts!" exclaims the Beast more for show, but in a moment he's already cracking a smile as he looks up at Hector. "You always were so calm and composed, Agent Munday. What happened?" he asks, and his face is tense from the pain.
"Hector," Charles suddenly calls out to him in a slightly agitated voice, and only then the man lets go of Sherman's hand and abruptly stands up, taking the case file from the table. Keeping his intense gaze on the maniac, he gestures for Lonnit to follow him out, and the young man obeys a bit puzzledly.
"I killed her in my own house and buried her in my neighbor's yard while he was out of town," Manny calmly says, rubbing his reddened wrist. "I'll be waiting for you, Charlie," he reminds, and the young agent freezes near the exit of the interrogation room. "You promised me a tête-à-tête meeting," he smirks, and Charles tensely looks at him before silently turning around and walking out into the hallway.
"There will be no tête-à-tête ," says Munday to Lonnit irritably, somewhat nervously taking a cigarette out of his pack.
"What if we need some more information from him?" asks Charles uncertainly. "We trick him now and he won't tell us a thing in the future. Hector, really, it's not a big deal, after all, he can't do anything to me, he's in handcuffs and in front of cameras" Lonnit tries to reassure the man. Standing outside the threshold on the stairs, Hector immediately takes a puff.
"He can talk. That's enough," Munday wrinkles, and Charlie even looks somewhat mesmerized into his face; the man never seemed to show as much emotion as he does now. "The crumbs of information we can get from him are not worth the wasted time and nerves."
"'So why have you talked to him privately for so many times then? Look, I don't understand why you're taking it so hard," Lonnit sighs. "If you're worried that his pompous words might turn me to the dark side, then I hasten to reassure you: my willpower is strong enough not to fall for the idiotic speeches of a typical narcissistic maniac," he snorts.
"It just so... annoying. The way he talks to you," says Hector grudgingly.
"Do you mean the disrespect or... the flirting?" asks Charlie with a slight smile. "Come on, he was obviously doing it just to embarrass me and piss you off," he says, and Munday softly exhales. He just can't do anything with himself. He has been suppressing his feelings and emotions for so long that now they suddenly begin to spill over the edge. He desperately needs to let off steam. Get laid or beat someone up. "Hector?" calls out Lonnit, trying to pull him out of his maelstrom of thoughts and get the man's attention. He finally gets it and Munday looks at him questioningly. "Shall we go to the bar? We've managed to do so much work during this week, we deserve a little rest," Charlie smiles.
Honestly he just doesn't want to leave the man alone right now. He is obviously feeling some kind of emotions and this is certainly not something he is used to. Lonnit isn't sure what would happen to this man if they just went to their homes now. And he certainly doesn't want to see a report on the news tomorrow morning about an FBI agent who just killed several people.
"You're suggesting a rest?" Munday asks, slightly surprised, and Charles rolls his eyes, already realizing where he's going with this. "I literally haven't seen you resting once in months. What happened to that constant 'I'm sorry, Agent Munday, I won't rest until I finish my work'? Who are you and what have you done with Charlie Lonnit?"
"I'm glad you're in a better mood now," Charlie calmly says. "So, are we going?" he asks, and Hector tosses his cigarette butt in the trash, pulling his car keys out of the pocket.
"Yes, we are."
On the way to the bar, Hector, driving, thinks about some of his moments with Charles. For example, how once he, tired of the fact that the guy regularly stayed up late at work and slept sitting at his desk, decided to put an end to this and make sure that Lonnit got into his bed and managed to sleep in a horizontal position for a sufficient number of hours. Turning off his computer, he then threw a crumpled piece of paper at a Charles, who was very focused on the documents, causing him to flinch. "Pack up, I'll take you home," he calmly commanded.
"B-but I... oh, I've got so much to do," Charlie began to make excuses. "You can go, I'll be done in about an hour and a half and then I'll definitely go home," he blatantly lied, looking Hector in the face with totally innocent eyes.
"Yeah. I'm not buying it, kid," calmly replied Munday, putting on his hat. "You've got one minute to pack, or I'll take you by the scruff of the neck and drag you like that to the car," he said then, and Lonnit looked like an upset kitten while he quickly packed up. He tried to take one of the folders with him to continue working on the case at home, but Hector, who was standing on his way out of the room, stopped him and held out a hand, looking patiently into his eyes.
"What?" asked Charlie innocently, and Hector only tilted his head to the side, looking at him expressively. Lonnit sighed, pulling papers out of his bag and tossing them carelessly onto his cluttered desk. "Fine. Satisfied?"
"Pretty much," Munday nodded then.
Now they're sitting together at the bar, and Hector continues to feel a bit tense, mentally still thinking only of his desire to beat Sherman up. He drinks his whiskey while Charlie, sitting a little awkwardly beside him, sips his beer. "Hector, listen..." he begins, and Munday finally turns his gaze to him. Charlie is at once slightly lost, but afterwards gathers his thoughts again. "What's going on with you? We caught the maniac, solved this case, found out information about his first victim. We'll be done with all of this very soon, and then..." he suddenly falls silent, as if he's only now realizing something. "And then I'll be sent back to my department, and you won't have to worry about watching over your clumsy partner anymore," he forces himself to smile.
"You'll be a superstar back there," Munday points out. "You'll be in high demand. Everyone will be trying to hand you a new case," he sips his whiskey.
"Let's be honest, you could have handled this case without me," Lonnit remarks.
"Maybe," Hector agrees. "But it would take me longer, and it would cost some people their lives. Besides, I might as well have missed him in the apprehension. The police would have had to run after the Beast if you hadn't caught him on the roof."
"Okay, it's true," Charlie smiles a little. "I'm a good boy," he looks warmly at Munday, who silently looks back at him. Finally Lonnit sighs, stopping to smile. "Hector, I enjoy working with you. I don't want to go back," he confesses.
Munday stares at him quietly, and it's hard to tell from his face exactly what he's thinking and feeling right now. "Okay," he eventually says calmly and sips his whiskey. "I'll take care of it"
Charlie rounds his eyes confusedly and raises his eyebrows. "Really...? So you also wanna keep working with me?" he asks, uncertainly smiling and looking at Hector with hopeful eyes. The man shrugs his shoulders.
"Why not? You're interesting," he says, lowering his gaze into a glass of whiskey.
"Really?" Charlie smiles, looking into his calm face. "I...um...thank you? You're a very interesting man too, Hector," he decides to say. "I've been very lucky to work with you."
"Okay, stop it, I'm going to get cocky," Munday snorts and Lonnit briefly laughs.
"Please don't, I've already talked to one megalomaniac today, that's enough for me," he jokes. Hector smiles back a bit wistfully.
They talk for another hour or so (or rather, Charlie talks, and Hector mostly just listens), on various topics: work, Charles's childhood - Charles always wants to talk about home after a beer - and his college years. When it gets late, Hector stands up, putting on his coat. "Come on, I'll walk you home," he says, adjusting a collar. Charlie nods quickly, finishing the rest of his beer, and somewhat awkwardly gets up after him, putting on a jacket. His house is nearby, a couple of minutes away; he guesses that's the reason Munday chose this bar, cause it's within walking distance of where Charles lives.
They walk in silence. Charlie hides his hands in the pockets, trying to keep them warm. Lonnit tries in vain to adjust his stride to the agent's pace, but ends up being a little clumsy: he almost crashes into a pole - at the very last moment Munday grabs him calmly by the elbow and pulls him aside, saving Lonnit from getting a painful bump. Charlie smiles, quietly thanking the man, and Hector just quietly nods as he continues to wander slightly thoughtfully toward the house.
When they stop at the right door, Lonnit looks at him a bit awkwardly. They are silent for a few long moments. "Maybe... maybe you'd like to come in for some tea?" Charlie finally hesitantly offers, looking shyly into Munday's eyes. Only after saying these words out loud he realizes how silly it was to suggest the man drink tea after they had just been at the bar where he was drinking whiskey. Despite Charles' worries, though, Hector just calmly nods almost right away, and Lonnit exhales in relief as he walks with him into the apartment.
To Munday's slight surprise, Charles actually goes into the kitchen to make them a cup of tea - though that's obviously not why he invited him here. Hector had agreed to come in precisely because he understood his timid hint; his own feelings for the young man might have been a surprise to him, but he hadn't doubted Charles’s feelings. Charlie was a real disaster around him, and that was one of the main symptoms of the terrible disease called "falling in love." So it was obvious.
Deciding to take the chance to look around a bit and perhaps add some new details to his Charlie Lonnit personality board, Munday paused in the corridor for a few extra moments, taking his time to go into the kitchen.
Just as he had imagined, Charles's apartment was a mild mess - the man was always too immersed in his work, forgetting about such little things as cleaning, and his desk was a veritable chaos in which only Lonnit himself was able to find anything. The same seemed to be true for his apartment. There wasn't much stuff in it - after all, he had originally planned to be in this town only until they were done with this investigation, and had probably left all his stuff at home. Or maybe he really had that little belongings - it's hard to say for sure, Munday certainly needs more background information.
Hector leans against the wall, watching Charlie make them tea. The man uses this opportunity to take off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up to the elbows. He looks at Lonnit relaxedly when he finally turns around.
Seeing Munday like that, Charles quite expectedly flinches and spills some tea all over himself, instantly blushing with the tips of his ears and catching his breath. "A- uh- I- ahem..." he looks away awkwardly and sets the cup on the table. Hector tilts his head slightly to the side, looking at the young man intently. He awkwardly adjusts his glasses, trying not to look at him for a few more moments, but eventually pulls himself together and meets his gaze.
"You should probably change your shirt," Munday calmly notes, stepping away from the wall and approaching Lonnit, reaching out his hands to the tie without any hesitation and casually untying it. Carelessly putting this tie aside, he reaches for the top button and undoes it, while Charlie stares at him in total bewilderment, barely able to breathe. He slowly, quietly undoes one button after another, seeing and feeling Lonnit slightly trembling under his touch. When he's finished with the shirt, he looks up to Charles's face, seeing his red ears and bitten lip. Sliding his finger up from the bottom of his bare skin until he reaches his chin and forces the young man to raise it a bit, making Lonnit look up at him. Seeing his expectant burning gaze and timid uncertainty at the same time, he hugs his face with his palms, touching the sensitive spots behind his ears with the tips of his index fingers, and pulls Charlie closer to him, starting to kiss him greedily, passionately, making the young man melt in his hands at the unexpected pressure, letting out muffled moans.
Hector might have wanted to treat him more gently and carefully for the first time, but all he could think about right now was the beastly "Mine". He's mine, mine, mine, mine. If anyone else tries to touch him, I will tear that man apart and bury him in the woods. I ain't gonna let nobody do that. Especially not fucking Sherman.
Without breaking the kiss, he takes his hands away from Charles' face and hugs him tightly around the waist instead, pulling him closer to his body, stroking his back through the thin fabric of the shirt. Charlie only now seems to come to his senses a little and realize that he can touch the man in return; after a little thought, he wraps his arms around his shoulders. In the next instant, Hector suddenly picks him up in his arms, and Lonnit, making a muffled sound of surprise, grabs at him tighter so that he doesn't fall, no longer feeling the ground beneath his feet. Munday quickly mentally recalls the layout of the apartment, then confidently carries his partner toward the bedroom, only breaking the kiss on the threshold to see where the bed is. Charlie breathes heavily, not daring to look away from his handsome, focused face.
Hector finally shortens the remaining distance to the bed and places Lonnit on his back, hovering over him for a few moments, standing near the bed, admiring his already slightly disheveled appearance. And there's more to come. He deftly undoes the belt buckle and removes it in one motion; Charlie watches as if mesmerized, with his slightly open mouth, reddened by biting kisses. Munday takes a step, putting his knee between Charlie's slightly spread legs, forcing him to spread them more, and, licking his lips in anticipation, leans down to his smooth-shaven chest, kissing all the way from his collarbones to the edge of his pants and back, all the way up to the neck. Charlie is aroused by his actions, biting his lips desperately, and Hector slides one hand to his groin, gently stroking the young man's dick through his clothes. He moans sensitively, reflexively clutching the sheets and squinting. Munday contentedly smiles a bit, before drawing him back into a kiss, this time less animalistic and more soft and slow. Along with that, he continues to stroke him, feeling how it makes the young man almost whimper from pleasure, pathetically begging for more.
He breaks off their wet kiss, looking languidly into Lonnit's horny eyes. "P-Please..." the young agent says quietly, and it definitely does something to Munday, something dark. He decisively straightens up, starting to get rid of the pants of the man lying in front of him in a hurried, confident move, and the man bites his lip a little embarrassedly, looking up at the ceiling.
Now Charles is lying in front of him wearing nothing but an open shirt, and Hector can't stop admiring this view. Suddenly he realizes that he only has a pair of condoms in his wallet, and he doesn't carry lube with him all the time. This makes him sigh a little disappointed.
"I've got everything in my nightstand..." says Charlie a bit awkwardly, as if reading his mind or understanding him by one exhale. Munday looks at him curiously, trying to catch his gaze, but Lonnit resolutely avoids it, clearly too embarrassed to talk about why he needs the lube in the drawer by his bed.
Taking it out, Hector suddenly wonders if Charles had slept with someone during his time here, or if he had used the lube alone, perhaps even while thinking about him, about man's fingers in his body? Munday would prefer the second option to be true. The thought of someone else daring to touch his Charlie - and not long ago, but after their first meeting - was just a nightmare for him, a red rag for the bull.
He looked once more at the almost completely naked and terribly embarrassed Charles from head to toe, watching his chest heave restlessly, how deeply he was now breathing, and then lowered his gaze to the most interesting part. Hector runs his fingertips slowly from Lonnit’s knee and up the man's thigh, making him make a muffled sound. He's slow, deliberately slow, forcing Lonnit to do something, to figure out how to push him to act further. "Hector..." says Charlie unrestrainedly on an exhale, and the agent raises his gaze to his flushed face. "Please..." he whispers, and Munday realizes: yes, that's it, exactly what he's been waiting for. It's perfect. Charles should have begged him for something more often; it's just impossible for him to refuse.
As he stretches him with his lubricated fingers, the man watches every expression on his face, admiring it; this is so beautiful, like an exhibit in a museum, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, like the ingenious musical instrument he is carefully learning to play now. And no symphony could compare to what Hector was now hearing from Lonnit's lips. Those sweet, adorable moans, convulsive exhalations, charming curses and pleas.
Pleasure for his ears.
Only after enjoying this musical prediction, Munday heeds Charlie’s pleas and finally reaches into his pocket to pull a condom out of the wallet. Left briefly unattended, Charlie stares languidly at his movements, but his embarrassment overpowers him and he removes his glasses, setting them aside.
If he would be able to see everything in perfect quality, he would probably die of embarrassment faster than he can cum.
Hector suddenly leans towards his face and a couple of times, as if on purpose, misses a kiss past his lips, teasing Charles for extra moments, but afterwards still kisses him gently, distracting from a possible not-so-pleasant sensation while he enters him. Lonnit, no longer clutching the sheet, moves his hands to the man’s shoulders, squeezing the shirt with his cold fingers. Munday goes in him smoothly all the way in, and Lonnit stifledly moans into his lips, arching his eyebrows from a mixture of pleasurable and slightly painful sensations. They pause for a couple of long moments, even breaking the kiss, and Hector gently runs the tip of his nose along his cheek, softly, like an affectionate cat. He leans closer to his ear, kissing beside it and then slightly biting on the earlobe.
The calm before the storm soon ends, and Munday makes a few trial movements, leaning down to the young man's neck. He moans softly, and this encourages Hector to gradually switch to his usual rapid pace; at the same time, he showers Charles's sensitive neck with wet kisses, scorches it with his hot breath. Gradually, his thoughts seem to be shrouded in a fog and his consciousness became confused from pleasure, he can only move passionately in Lonnit's obedient body, listening to his sweet unrestrained moans, and breathing in the smell of his skin at his shoulder. He suddenly remembers the feelings that had covered him hours ago during the interrogation, that burning, possessive jealousy, and it pushes him to become a little harder, a little rougher; the kisses change to hickeys, the thrusts become more determined, the hand on his waist tightens. Charlie moans beneath him, mindlessly running his palms chaotically over his strong back, trying to whisper something, and Hector tries to listen to his quiet voice. "Yes, God... yes, please... Hector, I... oh, please, I'm going to-"
Munday suddenly moans softly into his neck, cumming, and Charles follows without touching himself even once. They breathe heavily, and Hector, from under half-closed eyes, looks at the hickeys beginning to appear on the pale skin on Lonnit's neck. Something inside him contentedly purrs at this sight; he feels like a fed and petted cat when he leaves his limp body and lies down next to the young man on the bed.
They lie in silence for a while, gradually coming to their senses. Hector does it first and immediately reaches into his pants tossed by the bed, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to Charles. His hands are trembling a little as he takes it. Munday flicks on the lighter and silently lights it up. They slowly take their first puffs, exhaling the smoke into the ceiling almost in sync.
Hector looks at Lonnit again. "You'll definitely need to change your shirt," he remarks, and Charlie looks down a bit confused, seeing drops of his own semen on the light fabric and then looking up again somewhat embarrassed. Munday smiles a little, continuing to admire him, and then reaches up to his neck and touches one of the brightest hickeys with a fingertip. "You know..." he begins softly, guiding his fingers across the skin. "I think you can talk to Sherman tête-à-tête."
Charlie stares at him confusedly, for a few seconds just trying to figure out why Hector brought it up now, but then suddenly realizes and flashes with embarrassment, imagining sitting across from this smug maniac with this hickey-painted skin. No. He'll buy the damn turtleneck, but he won't let it happen. "If that was your cunning plan just to annoy the Beast, I'm going to bite you myself right now."
"No plan, honestly," Munday smiles a little. "Purely sincere impulses... but you can still bite me if you want," he says quietly, taking a drag on his cigarette. "I'd be all for it."
Charlie a bit shyly tries to hold back a silly smile. "Maybe next time?" he offers nonchalantly, clearly trying to determine in this way what exactly this sex meant to Hector and whether this next time will actually happen.
Munday looks at him warmly. "I'll take your word for it," he winks, and Charlie even chuckles a little, smiling at the man in relief.
"Agent Munday isn't here, but for some reason I can almost physically feel his presence," Manny says, staring at the young man’s neck hidden by the turtleneck and scarf for too long before looking up at his calm eyes.
"Well, that's your problem," shrugs Charlie somewhat indifferently.
Standing behind the two-way mirror in the next room, Hector faintly smirks.