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RUPTURED [SWAT-DONOVAN ROCKER]

description: rocker notices y/n isn’t feeling well, but she brushes him off. until she can’t.

tw: violence, weapons, talk of injuries/death.

wc: 2,968

a/n: long time no see! i have changed my user and made a new wattpad account, xofern!

“Y/N, you here?!” Donovan asks as he opens her front door. He’d been waiting for ten minutes for her to come out, but there was no sign of her. He’d dug her spare key out of her hiding spot and let himself in.

He moved into the living room and watched as she stepped off her stairs. Y/N looked like hell, she was pale and sweaty.

“Hey sorry, it’s been a morning.” She apologizes, grabbing her bag and keys.

“It’s alright, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He says, taking her bag from her and running his eyes over her frame again. “Are you okay?”

She nods, grabbing her water bottle before he can. “Yeah, just some cramps.”

Donovan nods before leading her to the front door, she locks up and he forgoes putting her key back yet.

He notices the grimaces as she walks and tries to get up in his truck. He also notices her grabbing and pushing on her lower abdomen, and eating the tylenol and ibuprofen like it’s candy. Twenty and Fifty Squad were working together today, so he was able to keep an eye on her himself.

Donovan wasn’t the only one who noticed her condition, Deacon caught him before the teams went out to another location, attempting to catch a now serial killer.

“Rocker?” Deacon stops the younger man.

“What’s up Deac?” Rocker asks, stopping before they get out of the briefing room.

“What’s up with Y/N? She isn’t acting like herself.” Deacon questions, nodding over in her direction.

Right now Chris is looking at her quizzically. Rocker can’t tell what is being said, but he could guess it’s pretty similar to the conversation he’s having now.

“I had to go in and get her this morning when I picked her up. She is normally waiting outside for me. She looked a little better than she does now. Her excuse was cramps.” Donovan sighs, watching the woman as she presses on her right side again.

“You think she should sit out on this one?” Deacon questions.

Rocker scoffs with a grin, “Good luck getting her to do that.”

“Yeah.” Deacon smiles, “She’s a little headstrong, isn’t she?”

“A little?” Rocker laughs as they walk out to get suited up.

---

Y/N had gotten into a tussle with an unknown male at the house. He had some height and weight on her, but she felt she was doing alright. That is until the man didn’t go down after getting tased or shot. He’d gotten her a few times with his hunting knife, but at this point she couldn’t tell where.

“Y/N/N, your status?” Hondo questions through the radio.

As she is dodging the man’s punches, she attempts to call for backup, but he tackles her into the wall. She hears the metal of her weapons hitting the ground and cringes.

Now there’s a big issue.

She groans loudly before pulling her leg up to her chest and using it to push him off of her.

“Does anyone have Y/N/N’s location?” Rocker asks. She can hear the panic in his voice, and she can hear him running somewhere.

“She had gone out to the back of the property to search a shed.” Luca replies, starting to head that way.

The man grabs Y/N by the hip and tosses her out of the door into a tree. She scrambles up, grabbing the last weapon she still has on her, a knife and holds the handle in her hand.

“You wanna keep going, or are you done?!” She shouts.

“Let’s fucking go bitch.” The man roars before running at her again. It is now that she notices the size of his pupils. They are huge.

Y/N plunges the knife into the man’s torso multiple times without any reaction. She tries other methods to take the man down, but they are unsuccessful.

He lifts her up again, throwing her into some large rocks.

Before she can get up he starts slamming his foot into her abdomen and stomping on her.

She tries to fend him off by plunging the knife anywhere she could reach, but eventually he stomps on her hand, making her lose the last weapon she had.

“LAPD SWAT! Put your hands up and get down on the ground!” Rocker yells as Luca, Tan and Deacon run up behind him.

The man steps on her chest before looking up at the officers.

Y/N lets out a strangled breath, trying to get the man off of her. She’s running her hand along the rock pile, looking for one that she can pick up and use.

“Get the fuck off of her now! I will drop you!” Rocker yells again.

The man grins wickedly before he jumps, landing on her abdomen.

As soon as he makes contact, Rocker pulls the trigger, hitting him center mass.

He falls to the ground with a loud thump and Y/N rolls over, curling in on herself and coughing out a sob.

The men run over to the two, Rocker beelines for Y/N and the others go to the man.

“Y/N! Don’t move!” Rocker says as he gets on the ground with her. “Command, 50 David, roll me an RA now, I’ve got an officer down! We also have a suspect down, northeast corner of the property.”

“50 David, who’s your officer?” Hondo questions.

Deacon looks at the panicked expression on Rocker's face as he tries to move her and answers for him.

“Hondo it’s Y/N. It’s bad. We are going to need an escort to the trauma center.”

“Y/N/N, come on, it's me. Please say something.” Donovan begs as he pulls her body away from the trees and rocks. He sits with her again and pulls her in between his legs.

“Donovan, I-…” She whispers, latching onto his forearm before her eyes roll back.

Donovan’s eyes widen as he sees the blood all over her. “No, come on. Please!” He shouts as he yanks her gear off, looking for the source of all the blood.

Deacon hurries over to help him. They get her duty belt and her shirt off, revealing multiple large gashes in her abdomen that are gushing blood.

“Shit.” Deacon mumbles. He grabs his radio again, “Where’s that RA at?!”

“They’re approximately five to ten out.”

“Deac, she doesn’t have that long. We need to leave, now!” Rocker demands, putting her in position to throw her over his shoulder.

Deacon looks at Luca and he nods, “Prep Black Betty! We’re coming!”

Rocker throws his friend over his shoulder and takes off. He can feel her blood running down his shoulders with every step he takes.

Chris and Hondo are standing at the back of Black Betty, waiting to help pull their teammate in. They both take one of her arms from Rocker and guide her body in. Rocker jumps in behind them along with the rest of 20 Squad.

Rocker hits the ceiling twice, “Let's go Luca!”

They all begin packing her wounds and holding pressure as Donovan sits with her head on his lap. He’s brushing his knuckles across her cheek bone, waiting for her to open her eyes. He realizes just how pale she is in contrast to the dark blood splattered all over her

“Her blood pressure is tanked! She’s bleeding too much!” Hondo informs. Throwing the bare minimum medical equipment they have off to the side.

“I see the medics! I’m pulling over!” Luca shouts.

“Just hold on a few more minutes. I need you to stay.” Donovan whispers to Y/N as he brushes her hair back.

The back doors burst open and Luca helps Rocker get Y/N out, they jump into the ambulance and place her on their stretcher.

Rocker stays planted by her side and Luca hops out, “We’re going to give you guys an escort!”

The paramedic starts an IV while Rocker wraps the blood pressure cuff around her bicep and places a pulse oximeter on her cold finger.

Rocker only speaks when asked questions, regarding her injuries, medical history, allergies, if she takes any medications. He’s able to answer the questions, he’s been friends with Y/N for five years and they spend plenty of time together between work and their hangouts.

He can’t bring himself to look at her abdomen, so he continues to watch her face. Studying her features and the cuts and bruises she obtained in the fight.

“I should’ve gone with you.”

---

Rocker hadn’t stopped pacing since the nurses forced him into the waiting room. The rest of Y/N’s team watched on as he made his own personal trail around the room.

They had been quietly talking amongst themselves when Hondo stood up and moved towards his fellow Sergeant.

He placed his hand on Rocker’s shoulder, catching his attention. “Why don’t we go get something to drink and get some fresh air?” Hondo tried steering Rocker out of the hospital and Rocker pushed him off.

“Don’t!” He flinches away, “I will lay your ass out.” Rocker warns, fists balled up at his sides.

Hondo nods and steps away, going back to where he was sitting next to Deacon.

“I could’ve told you that was going to happen.” Deacon chuckles quietly as he finishes responding to Annie’s message.

“What is going on between those two? They are as close as a couple but they both say they’re not.” Hondo asks as he watches Rocker pace.

“They’re in denial.” Deacon shrugs. “They both have admitted they like the other but won’t do anything about it in fear that it will ruin their friendship.”

“I have a feeling this is going to change that.” Hondo replies. His phone vibrates, Hicks’ name flashing across the screen, “Make sure he doesn’t spiral too much.” He gets up and walks outside.

---

A while later the surgeon comes out to the waiting room. Rocker is the first one to spot him and goes up to him, catching everyone else’s attention. The group of officers crowd the surgeon, awaiting news.

“Y/N will be alright. She had quite a few different internal injuries, a broken wrist and some ribs, all of which were repaired, except for her appendix.” A look of realization crosses Rocker’s face. That must’ve been what was wrong with her earlier. “It looked like it was seconds away from rupturing, so we removed it. She is still getting blood and fluids, plus she’s pretty hopped up on pain meds. She will have a lengthy recovery, but she will be okay.” Everyone lets out a sigh of relief before the surgeon continues, “She’s asking for Donovan?” The surgeon questions and the team thanks him, Rocker follows him to the post op room she’s in.

The surgeon knocks on the door before entering. The nurse is in the room with Y/N, giving her some medication through her IV.

“Hey Dr. Edwards. Vitals are looking much better, I’m just giving her some Zofran and will be getting some water to sip on when she wakes up a bit more.” The nurse informs the surgeon and then sends a smile towards Rocker, “You must be Donovan. She’s been asking for you while she’s awake.”

“That would be me. Has she been awake often?” He asks, moving over to the side of her bed. Rocker smiles while he watches Y/N sleep in the hospital bed. She’s cleaned up now and her injuries are patched up.

“Every twenty to thirty minutes, she seems to be becoming more lucid each time.” She replies, sitting a cup and a pitcher of water on the table on the other side of the bed.

Donovan nods, deciding to sit next to her bed and leans his head back against the wall, his fingers playing with the blanket draped over her.

The nurse quietly walks out of the room with a grin on her face.

It feels like hours but it had only been about half an hour when Y/N’s hand moved around. Donovan felt it and nearly jumped out of his seat, he reached out for her hand and squeezed.

Y/N’s eyes open and look around for the warm hand that’s holding hers. When her eyes land on Donovan, tears start streaming down her face.

She pushes herself up and tries to get out of bed. Donovan quickly stands up and stops her, sitting next to her on the bed and pulling her into his side.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” He asks, running his hand up and down her arm.

“I woke up and you weren’t here.” She cries, playing with her IV and pulling on it.

Donovan catches her hand in his and holds it so she doesn’t take her IV out.

“It’s okay, I’m here now.” He replies, trying to comfort her, but she continues to cry. Donovan hopes it’s just the drugs and not her actually being upset. He pulls her closer to him and reclines back in the bed, then holds her head to his chest. “I’m going to stay right here with you, okay?”

She nods her head and puts her arm across his torso, quickly falling back asleep.

---

Y/N eventually wakes up once more of the drugs have worn off. The first thing she notices is the searing pain in her abdomen. The second thing is Donovan’s signature cologne and the warm body pressed against hers. Her wince is what alerts Donovan to her being awake again.

“What hurts?” He asks, sitting up.

“My stomach mostly. I feel like I was fileted open.” She replies, sitting up and resting her hand on her abdomen. She notices the bloating from this morning is worse. Her stomach feels like a rock. “What the hell?” She pokes again, but it still feels like a rock.

“What?” Donovan’s concerned voice pulls her out of her head.

“Feel.” She grabs his hand and places it on her stomach, pressing down a bit.

His eyebrows raise. He knows it’s just swelling from her injuries and the surgery she just went through, but he can’t help that this is them in the future, feeling a baby bump for the first time.

“It’s just from your surgery. They had to repair a lot.” He informs her, unsure if she knows what the surgeon did. “Also, those cramps you were having earlier? Those were actually your appendix trying to burst.”

“Sweet, two for one special in the OR.” She laughs, slowly laying back on the bed.

Donovan frowns at her attempt at joking, “You’re really not funny.”

“Hey, I’ve got to make at least one joke.” She whispers, laying back down, but leaving space for him.

He sits there for a few moments rubbing his face, which probably still has her blood on it, along with his shoulders, neck and back. He had washed his hands, but didn’t bother taking the time to clean up anything else.

“What’s wrong Donovan?” She questions quietly, grabbing onto his belt loop.

He sighs and lays back, now shoulder to shoulder with her. “It’s nothing.”

“No.” She mumbles, “You're avoiding looking at me and you are always looking at me.”

It takes him a moment but he finally says, “I was scared.” His voice cracks, “All of a sudden no one knew where you were and your radio kept keying up. I was afraid I wasn’t gonna get there in time.”

“You heard it?” She tears up.

“Yeah, pieces of it at least.” Donovan replies, fiddling with the blanket again.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that.” Y/N wipes under her eyes, to clear the few tears that have fallen.

“If I hadn’t heard it you’d probably be dead right now.”

“My hero.” She giggles. She immediately regrets trying to make a joke when he tenses and gets up, pacing around the room.

“It’s not funny Y/N.” He whispers, running his hand through his hair. After the day he has had all of his gel has disappeared and his natural curls are coming out. She pushes herself up and attempts to stand. “God, please sit. You're going to hurt yourself.” He pushes her shoulders back down and crouches in front of her, placing his hands on the top of her thighs.

“Talk to me. Please.” She begs, cupping his jaw.

She can see the tears trying to fall off his waterline, but he is trying to hold himself together.

“I thought you were going to die, Y/N.” He whispers. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” The tears finally fall and hers aren’t far behind.

“I am still here Donovan. I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.”

“You didn’t see yourself, you had no color, most of your blood was outside of your body and you were cold Y/N.” Donovan chokes.

She grabs his hand, placing his palm on the left side of her chest over her heart. Her skin is much warmer, and he can feel the steady thump against his hand.

Donovan pushes himself up, and puts one knee on the bed next to her, bending down so their faces are level.

He doesn’t even have time to think before he surges forward and catches her lips with his.

Y/N doesn’t hesitate to return the kiss. She wraps her good arm around the back of his neck. Eventually they have to pull away from each other to breathe.

“I was trying to tell you that I love you before I passed out.” Y/N admits.

Donovan smiles before leaning in again, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“I thought I’d never hear you say that.” He chuckles, “I love you. More than you will ever know.”

WARNING!!! 18+ writing--Including : sex, licking, tough sex(?), and loads of others.

Scene : S.W.A.T. 6 x 6 end. @ Hicks' office

God damn! What is going on with me?! Robert plumped into his office chair, rubbing his thumb against his jaw. He'd been thinking about Luca ALL DAY--The cool rhythm and accent he uses when talking, how he just simply stuffs his hands in the pocket and leans a bit forward, his sparkling eyes. Damn! Luca's eyes...... His jaw stung.

The phone rang. He eyed the screen--The match-maker.

"Hi, Doc." Robert grumbled.

"Hello, COMMANDER. Ready for your date? Don't worry. She's going to LOVE you."

"I'm not worried." said Robert in his usual tough voice. Then hung up. He didn't mean to be rude, but he was tired, and this whole dating thing was sucker than ever. It was supposed to be a distraction! Robert thought, feeling sorry for the girl tonight. It's going to be another time to waste.

He tugged on his tie, trying to bring it to the right place, but the whole thing loosened and fell instead. Robert sighed and stood up. He looked into the damned mirror. The dull uniform, himself clutching that stupid tie, and his forever tight pants. Definitely not a "Luca" person.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door. They were coming closer. Robert quickly pretend rummaging his tie enthusiastically. He didn't want anyone notice his uneasiness.

"Commander, can I come in?" Shit! It was Luca--His beloved Dominique Luca.

Robert's hands got stiff. He looked up and said, as casually as possible, "Yeah, come in."

"Look, you can come clean, Commander. You shouldn't be going through this without some support."

What the FUCK is he talking about??!! Robert's mind went completely blank. He stared at Luca, just managing to spill out, "Going through what?"

"Look, Tan and I heard you talking with your doctor this morning......"

WHAT? They actually thought......? Hell man! He quickly explained to Luca about the MATCH-MAKER, still trying to ignore that the fact, his love was right in front of him.

The next thing Robert knew, Luca was flinging his arms on him, and hugging him tighter around the neck. His face buried in Robert's shirt.

Robert's heart nearly stopped. His breath was filled with Luca's good smell--It sounded gross, but oh! OH! Almost at the same moment, he felt it--A HARD-ON?! He immediately wanted to pull away from Luca's grasp. His eyes darting toward the restroom.

But Luca wouldn't let go.

"What the hell...... Luca?" Robert spluttered.

"I feel it." Luca gasped, his fingers moving hard and steady along the curve of Robert's body--Right to his hip. "You. Reacted. To. Me."

"I...I......" Robert felt all the blood flush on his cheeks. He tried to keep calm, "I'm your commander. Office...no...here......" He panted for air.

However, Luca already started to undo his belt. Robert's pants tightened as if about to burst while stripped off. That made him flush even more. His brief outlined the massive cock. It was still leaking, clearly since the brief was white. Robert wanted to hide the wet spot, but it was spreading--FAST, and his legs were trembling. He hardly walked but stumbled backward, resting his butt on the desk. His pants remain scrolled at his knees.

Luca approached, gently. He unbuttoned Robert's shirt. Only one before sliding his arms on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he whispered at Robert's left ear, "Permission to cum, SIR."

That. Does. It.

Robert let out a quick breathe. He was completely solid. As Luca pricked his fingers into the last bit of shield, Robert pulled him closer and pressed his lips on Luca's. After thirty seconds or so, Robert said, teeth clenched, his eyes blaring on Luca's hoodie, and with deep huffs he did his best to cover, "Rip it off, NOW!"

He did, with a "Copy that.", and torn Robert's underwear and shirt as revenge. With the soaked piece of cloth dumped on the floor, Robert was at the very edge of the table, Luca riding astride. His jeans also lying with other clothing. So they both touched. Luca's above.

"Still wanna have your date, Commander?" he said. His face inches from Robert's.

"Oh, shut up, Luca." Robert muttered, "And you still call me commander?!"

"Don't call me Luca, Then. Call my name," he swallowed, "you want." The last two words almost like a whimper.

"Dominique?" Shook head. "Dom?" Another shook. Robert opened his mouth, but hesitated this time. Finally, he let out, "Miqie?" A small grin appeared on Luca's face.

"Auky. What are you gonna call me?" Robert asked.

"I think I'll just call you SIR." Before Robert could even open his mouth, Luca slid down and knelt on both knees. He opened Robert's legs wider, and plunged through.

"Wha--"Robert gaped as Luca held his cock in his mouth. The feeling of licks and swallows was impossible to let him stay still. Bits and pieces of moaning continued to splurt out. Throwing back his head, Robert's hands clasped on the edge of the table. His nuckles were white. "No...no......ooh......" Then it came. A splint second when he had absolutely no idea about nothing. Like being strucked by pure white lightning. The sound of Luca choking and coughing flashed him back into reality.

"Are you ok?" Robert knelt down, too. "Spit it out! Don't--"

Luca gestured for him to stop. After a while, he looked up and beamed at Robert. Then, all of a sudden, Luca pressed him on the ground. "God you taste good." he murmured, and kissed Robert on the forehead. At last, lay down beside him.

"You know this is wierd, right?" Robert said as he held Luca's hand tight.

"You mean lying naked on your dirty office floor with you?" He laughed a little and added, "Sir."

"Ah, Miqie. Don't call me that. Next time when somebody else......" he sighed, "How are you supposed to listen to my command on the field after you sucked me?"

"I will." said Luca promptly, kissing Robert on the cheek. "And the only reason I call you sir is that...... You always act so...so serious and...I don't no if it's ok to call you, well......Bobby?"

Robert blinked and broke into the "what kind of dumb question are you asking" smile, "You just made me cum, and now you're asking if you can call me Bobby? Of course!" Then he added, "Oh, but if you dare use it in front of other officers, I'll kick your ass myself."

"Copy that, Commander Robert BOBBY Hicks." Luca placed his hand on Robert's chest. Robert covered it with his own and guided it to his heart. The low thumping sound made both of them quiet for a few minutes.

Then Robert Broke the silence, "I don't think I can kick your ass. I love you too much."

"Me, too."

The sun turned orange and casted through the frosted glass, while Robert and Luca got up, ready to go home.

WARNING 18+ writing!

"Hey, Hicks wants you in the office." Hondo said while grabbing things from his locker.

"Why?" Luca turned around and asked. The case? S.W.A.T. duty? or because he didn't have a swing with him last weekend? He missed Bobby--His spanky butt that needed a fit of hard rubbing, how he blushes everytime, and his wanting eyes. But mostly, Luca got Commander Hicks instead--The man who always tells everyone that he's fine. There was a shield that Robert wouldn't let down easily, and it was more than clothes.

Hondo shrugged as a reply, leaving Luca striding toward the office.

He stood at the door. Hesitated, then opened it. The man inside was hands-crossed, staring at the wall. He spun around when hearing Luca come in, opened his mouth, closed it and bit his lips. At last, Robert squeezed out his voice, "Luca."

Not Miqie. Luca's heart sank. It was business. "What's going on?" he asked.

"It's about the-- Ah!" Robert suddenly thrusted his words in frustration. He looked Luca right in the eye, like studying him. Luca stared back, not only with bewilderness but also concern. He stepped forward and spoke gently, "Is everything ok, ......Bobby?"

"Yes, ye--No." Robert's head shook. He rubbed on his forehead, and said quietly, "No, I'm...I...... Oh, this is stupid."

"Try me." said Luca, hands already on Robert's waist.

"I'm jealous." he splurted out, "That's it. You're always so......nice to everybody, and......" he stopped and hung his head.

Luca hugged him and gave him a kiss on the neck. "Auh, Bobby. You really are stupid. I AM nice to everyone, but you...YOU are different. I love you, and it's ok to tell me you're not ok. Being in your team doesn't mean you can't be......weak in front of me."

"Hmmm." Robert hugged him tighter. It was no idea to know if he really had Luca's words in mind, or he just let it pass because he'd heard it from a lot more people and refused to listen.

He decided to change the subject, "I...I wanna cum. I know we have work. Only a sec." Luca obeyed and turned around. The belt of his Bobby clanged as Luca zipped his own pants. He wasn't a fan of being launched, and Robert's size didn't help, either. But it felt REALLY good to be held in Bobby's hand. He WAS fantastic.

Soon, they were in position. Luca's walls were wet, making it easier to feel the cock right back. "Stay liquid, Miqie." he whispered. Then went in.

"Oh! Whoa...ooh......huh......hmmm...mmmm......" he was moaning, trying to adapt.

"That's it, baby. I like it. Hmm...oh......Miqie!"

When it came.

The desk formed a half-white stream and it dribled down the edge. Robert pulled out carefully, still gasping for air. He bent down and licked. Sipping soon turned into lapping.

Finally, he straightened, faced Luca with satisfied eyes and said, "Let's get back on duty."

Luca sighed, "Yes, sir."

"Oh, and," Robert called to his back, "I need some tissues."

warning! 18+ writing, including : licking, sucking, handcuffing

What am I going to play today? Robert thought. It had been a couple days since he did SOMETHING with Luca. He hated to admit it, but Miqie was driving him mad. He wanted to be pressed on and conquered and sucked. God! Even thinking that made Robert red on the ears, and maybe a little angry at himself. But maybe it was that wanting that made him in love with a man. He'd been BOSS for over half of his life--No matter as commander, husband or father, or simply just being the one older. Robert never had a chance to cry on someone's shoulders. HE was the shoulders. Now, he could be Bobby.

He sat on the office chair, stroking his white hair. "How can I suprise Miqie?" whispered Robert. Of course, it didn't mean he was lazy at work. The suspect of the last case was cuffed, and-- Wait! "Handcuffs!" Why didn't he get the idea earlier!? Anyways, handcuffs......

Luca wasn't in a good mood, but he didn't want to let it show. He just saw Street sniggering at a picture that showed young Hicks without his top, and with muscles and all that. He hated to admit it, but he was jealous. That was HIS Bobby, not some model for everyone to watch. And the way Robert reacted when he caught Street right in action? He was so......calm. Luca wanted to see through the eyes of Commander Hicks, but with a gun on hand, Hicks had to be Hicks.

"Hey." The door of the locker room opened. It was Deacon. "You ok, Luca?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Luca quickly shook out of his thoughts. "Why?" He WAS kind of afraid that the relationship between him and Robert being discovered. Luca wasn't uneasy to expose the fact that he was dating a man much older than he was, but that the man was his commander? No way. Especially someone so trusted and respectful as Robert Hicks. He would never forgive himself if Bobby was laughed at or worse, disgusted because of him.

"Nothing, just feeling you're a bit out of shape...... Old daddy's imagination, I guess." Deacon chuckled. "Oh, speaking of this," he suddenly looked concerned, "I swear there's something going on with Hicks."

"I have the same feeling." Hondo cut in, a towel still hanging on his right shoulder. "I know he always have this poker face on, but seems like he's worried about something, hard." he brushed on his bold head and said, "I'll go and check on him later. Hope he's fine."

"I'll go. I'm leaving soon, anyway." Luca said casually as two pairs of eyes shot on him, and swung his pack on.

What is Bobby going through? Luca paced in front of the office door. There had been thousands of times for him to be at the spot. Knockingor plunging through. To have a report, a word, or for thrilling but forbidden stuff because they were seeing each other. But none of that had he felt so worried for the man inside.

Luca raised his fist and knocked. "Can I come in, Bobb--Commander?" He remembered the first time he knew Bobby was also into him. He was concerned about him then, but it turned out fine--better than fine, actually. Perhaps this time would turn up as good.

"Come in." He even sounds cheerful, thought Luca. He relaxed a little, and turned the door knob.

A few minutes ago, on the other side of the door, Robert was busy. It'd been years since he felt excited about handcuffs. "Well, I mean, this is practically a different level." he said to himself.

Scanning his desk, Robert caught eyes on the "Men of the Year" calender of 1979. It was still on September, where Street flipped it. He stared into the eyes of himself in the picture, young and fit. He stayed fit, but young? He made the left edge of his lips tilt a little, looking like a smile. But the eyes told another story as Robert gazed out, far away and thinking grey.

He was startled when knocking broke the silence, and stood up, grabbing the handcuffs as Luca spoke. Forget about I'm OLD or whatever bullshit! I've got a boyfriend. Robert tiptoed to the door quickly, trying very much to hold a grin. "Come in." he said, waiting.

"What! Bobby? What are…what do you think you're doing!" Luca gasped as he was greeted by a big hug, or technically, a hard press on the wall. He struggled as he heard metal clanging and yelled, "Fuck, Bobby. LET GO!" He stumbled as the strength on him vanished completely. When he managed to lean against the wall, Luca spotted a glint of light reflected from the handcuffs. Confused, he looked up to meet Robert's eyes, and was stunned to find them in tears.

Before he could say or do anything, Robert spoke, "I'm sorry……I'm…I'm sorry. I just thought we could…play, but……" He tried to blink of the tears, but a drop rolled down instead. He wiped it off, still stammering, "I, I didn't know, you don't like it." Then, a pair of arms wrapped around him. Bobby buried his face in the T-shirt and breathed deeply. "I'm sorry." His voice was muffled, like a whimper.

"It's ok. It really is." said Luca, smoothing Robert's back. "I was just…spooked out. That's all. But the idea's great! Come on, do you wanna do it? or do you want me to do the job?" He pretended to talk to a walkie-talkie, "Suspect Bobby Hicks arrested for heart stealing."

Laughter spilled out, and Robert asked, "What's the punishment?" Hands already reaching out, hoping.

Handcuffs clicked. Luca guided him to the chair. Before sitting, he started on his belt, then pants, finally brief. It was always white. Hicks was a steady person--Same clothes, same tie, same brief. He liked it. Luca kissed the place where the glans should be, and pryed his fingers into the fabric. It was huge. Despite how many times he saw it, Luca couldn't help being in awe. Robert sat, and Luca licked the sensitive part beneath his cock. It became small sucks while whining leaked out with liquid.

When Bobby was almost solid, Luca began to focus on the cock itself. He was licking as Robert suddenly said, panting, "There...there are footsteps......outside."

Luca pricked his ears up, in time to pick up Hondo's voice, "Commander, can I have a word?" Good timing, he thought. "Call him off, Bobby." After that, he gave a big suck.

Robert gasped and leaned forward. Normally, he would grasp on Miqie's shoulder, but cuffed on, he couldn't. Instead, Bobby couldn't help but to fix Miqie with pleading eyes.

"Let, let him in. Maybe he has something, important." Robert straightened his voice. The commander inside his brain was trying to get out.

"But you're still CUFFED and--" Luca stared at his face in disbelief, but the eyes staring back were serious. Business mode. Luca started to stand up, still in dismay and very unsatisfied. He couldn't believe his work was cut for this.

"Commander?" Hondo called again, concern stired in.

Robert shoved on Luca's head, which was rude enough and he'd never done it before. However, this was emergency time. "Get under the desk!" he ordered, "And pull my chair close."

"What--" Luca started, but soon interrupted. "I said GET UNDER THE DESK!" Robert hissed.

"Come in, Hondo." Robert said, when they both were in position.

Hondo stepped in. What's going on? he wondered. He studied theman sitting a feet or two in front. Hicks seemed normal. Just a little...alerted or...nervous? Hondo wanted to take a closer look, but Hicks already spoke, "What brings you here?"

"I'm worried about you." Hondo admitted, "The case is closed, but you didn't seemed to be relieved. Luca said he'd check on you, but I still couldn't let it down. Are you ok, sir?"

To his suprise, Hicks chuckled, "I'm fine, Hon--" When Hondo realized it, Hicks was choking. He coughed so hard that his face was red.

"Are you ok?" Hondo took a step, frowning. But Hicks suddenly shouted, "No, no, no!" Hondo stopped quickly as Hicks said,"I mean, yes! And Luca DID come over. I appreciate you both, but I'm ok. If I'm tougher than usual, that would be......personal stuff." he took a breathe and contunued, "If that's all, you can leave. Don't worry."

"Actually," Hondo hesitated, then said, "I wanna talk to you about Luca."

Beneath the table, Luca was far from fine. He was half-disapointed, half-angry. He stucked his dull look on the cock hanging an inch or two in front, and swallowed. I want him, Luca's desire illuminated clearly in all of a sudden. He put his palms on Bobby's knees. Then held the cock in his mouth, rinsed, and gave it a deep throat swallow. He heard Bobby whined above, but used a fit of coughing to cover it. Victory washed over Luca as he pulled away, then began licking the tip that had gone red.

He was positive that Robert wouldn't dare to kick him, in case he made noise. Then, Luca caught a few words, "If I'm tougher than usual, that would be......personal stuff." At the same time, Bobby nudged him with his left knee, gently. While also clasping his hands, like he was trying to hold something. Luca immediately grabbed on, warmth flooding in. He started to think about things he didn't really put his mind on before--While most people separate personal life from work, Robert accepted him as boyfriend. Why'd he do that? It must be tough for him to switch between two characters but facing the same person, Luca thought. And to stand that Luca may be called out and never come back? Even worse. Then it struck Luca that it'd been for some time not driving Black Betty. Was Robert behind this? Luca was combing through it all, when he caught his name.

"What about him?" asked Robert. His whole back was damp from sweat. I don't think I can survive through this, Robert thought, I'm going to have a heart attack.

The fingertips of both Hondo's hands touched, finger to finger. Like he always did when talking about something he really cares about. "Are you benching Luca?" said Hondo, "He wasn't with us in the last case, and the one before that. I don't see why he shouldn't be, in any way. I understand you may have your own reasons, Commander, but rumors are flying around about you and...... Well, those are some things none of us can control."

Damn! No less than five times a day did Robert question himself, why did he offer to mix up his relationship with business. Deep down, he knew he had the answer--S.W.A.T. was his life. This wasn't something any old lady or man could understand, not even his doctor. Only someone on his team would let him reveal how much presure he carried. Of course, Luca's kindness was a point. But things got out of hand. Robert was scared. Indeed, he benched Luca, but not because of Luca's problems, it was himself.

"You're right." Robert searched for surpriseness in Hondo's eyes. He was just listening. "There's, no reason for me, to bench Luca. I'll make sure he's treated properly in the future. Hondo, you have my word. Now, go home. That's an order."

Hondo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to protest. Instead, he said, "Copy that, Commander." And left.

Luca crawled out and stood face to face with Robert. He, still cuffed on and hanging his cock. "I'm sorry I benched you." Robert said, with a sigh. "I'm sorry I sucked you." Luca replyed. Robert tried to speak, but Luca kept on going, "And I'm sorry that I didn't care for you more. How hard it must have been for you to--" He didn't finish because Robert kissed him, real and hard.

"It IS tough sometimes, and sometimes I can't bare it, but......I'm happy to have you."

"I love you, too." Luca murmured. He eyed the handcuffs and said, eyes glinting, "Now, ready to play?"