Moonlight Sonata

What started off as a good career had suddenly become a nightmare. He had barely been put on the force for six months before he had punched some guy in the face and had to be placed under house arrest. To top it off, the man he had punched in the face just so happened to be Commissioner Berkly Rose. It wasn’t his fault that the man was downright annoying as all hell and had the god complex to match. And to put the icing on the cake, he had been called into the station to have a one on one with the man that irritated him so much.

So here stood Brad McMahon, the man everyone had started calling “Dee-2” because of his uncanny appearance similarities to one of the best detectives in the wing, Dee Laytner. Sure, he could see the similarities... They were about the same height, both had jet black hair, both looked attractive, and both had the temper from hell. But Brad felt he was a bit better appearance-wise, being more well-built than Dee and having deep sapphire-blue eyes rather than green ones. He had even gone so far as to dye the tips of his hair a dark red, trying to distance himself from the man he had been compared to so often.

Brad frowned as he shifted on his feet, his back straight and stiff under the hard glare of the blond Commissioner. What the hell was he thinking? He had already been suspended without pay for two weeks and placed under house arrest... What more did he want? “Hmn...” Berkley made a soft noise, leaning back in his chair while his eyes moved over Brad’s body. All of this waiting and staring was making him uneasy.

“Look.” Brad finally got out, his hands clenching in fists and relaxing to try and calm his nerves. “I can’t stand here all day Sir...” He clenched his jaw with the word. “I’ve got things to do and I would like to go back home and serve out my punishment rather than stand here and have you stare at me-“

“Why don’t you like me?”

Well that question came as a surprise. Brad frowned, his eyes narrowing to try and read Berkley a bit better. “What?”

“Why don’t you like me?” The man in question asked again, slowly standing from his chair. “You and Detective Laytner act the same towards me, but at least Laytner has a reason. You, on the other hand...” Sharp blue eyes turned to stare him down. “You have no legitimate reason. I have done nothing to you and yet you continue to brush me off and glare at me every time I get near you.”

“Sir...” Brad growled out the word again. “It’s because you annoy the living shit out of me. And whatever grudge you hold against Dee you take it out on me! What gives?!”

“I can assure you, Detective McMahon, that I have no grudge against you or against Detective Laytner.”

“Like hell you don’t...” Brad was getting fed up with Berkley’s cool attitude. What annoyed him the most about the man was that fact that he always took everything calmly, even when one of his subordinates lashed out at him.

“I hold no grudge against my subordinates...” Berkly murmured, stepping closer to Brad, almost close enough to pop the man’s personal bubble. “However...” He started to circle around the other, eyes openly studying him for any reaction other than anger. “I do punish those who deserve it. You’ve been here not even six months and have already racked up a damage bill close to 100,000 dollars... Detective Laytner didn’t hit those numbers until the end of his first year.”

“Oh, so now you’re saying I’m worse than Dee.”

“I’m saying your temper needs to be under a bit more control...”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” Brad was growling now, his jaw tight.

“Hmn...” Was the only answer Berkley gave before he sat back down behind his desk. What exactly was he going to do about Brad’s temper? A smirk crossed his lips as images went through his head, some not so clean. No, he couldn’t do that. At least... Not yet... He waved his hand then, rummaging around in one of his desk drawers to look for a cigarette. “Arguing wasn’t why I called you here, Detective. I called you to let you know that your house arrest is over. Go find someone out of CI to get the tracker off your ankle and you’re free to go.”

“...And my suspension?”

“You still have a week on that, Detective.” Berkly turned and offered Brad a coy smile. “Don’t do anything to get into anymore trouble.”

“I won’t...” Brad murmured, turning to leave only to pause when he heard Berkly clear his throat. He hated that man so much... “Sir.”

“Very well. Now get out of here.”

~*~*~*~

The gentle flow of piano music filled the bar over the soft rumble of voices. Brad was friends with the owner of the bar, so every Friday night he was able to sit at this baby grand piano and play to his hearts content. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do this in the privacy of his own home, but there was a certain pleasure derived from performing in front of an audience. And an audience he had. Too engrossed with his music, Brad didn’t notice a certain blond haired Commissioner walk into the bar and take a seat in the back. A variety of pieces were played that night. Bach, Beethoven, Mozart... Even some of his own original music. And when everything was said and done, he found himself in the back alley, a cigarette hanging from his lips while he attempted to light it in the cold New York winter air. There wasn’t anything that could ruin this night for him.

“I didn’t know you played.”

Fuck... Brad turned to look at the man who spoke, narrowing his eyes at the blond Commissioner. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came here for a drink.” Berkly replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat. “I normally come here on Wednesdays because it’s close to the station, but since we were too busy on Wednesday, I decided to come today.”

Brad made another face and took a drag on his cigarette, glaring hard at his boss. The story sounded too... convenient. “So you’re a regular...”

“Of course. I have been for years.” Berkly then stepped closer, his hand resting on the wall close to Brad’s head. “I didn’t know you played...”

“Yea, well, people don’t know a lot of stuff about me.” Brad had scoffed as he crossed his arms and turned to look away from the other. “What’s it to you anyway? It’s not like you care nor have any taste in music.”

“If I didn’t have taste in music, I wouldn’t be coming to this bar.”

Fuck, the man was right. Brad scowled and pulled the cigarette away from his lips, trying to figure out just exactly what the man was trying to get from him by being nice.

“Would you like to come back to my place for a drink? I’d love to hear you play again.”

...Say what? Brad turned to look at Berkly then, surprise clearly evident on his face. Did the man just say what he THOUGHT he said? “Wh-what?”

“I asked if you would like to have a drink with me.”

He couldn’t believe it. THE Berkly Rose was asking to have a drink with him. The blond NYPD Commissioner that was annoying as all fucking hell and had the god complex to match was dropping himself to a level to ask him to have a drink with him. He really should say no. He should say no, throw his cigarette down at the man’s feet, and storm away. That’s what he should do. That’s what he SHOULD do...

“...Yea, sure. I’ll have a fucking drink with you.”

But apparently that was not going to happen. Berkly gave Brad his cool, smooth smirk as he nodded and motioned the other towards the black Lexus F Performance passenger car that sat parked on the side of the street. There was no doubt in his mind that Berkly loved to flaunt the fact that he was so damn close to upper class. “Let’s go then.” The blond almost purred, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket to unlock the car.

~*~*~*~

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the room, its haunting tune strangely comforting as Berkly watched Brad engross himself into the music. The sight was beautiful. Brad’s movements were fluent and smooth, just like a flowing river. Berkly found himself getting more and more attracted to the man, despite the fact that he was almost a carbon copy of a man he disliked with a passion. Why would he hate Dee and like Brad? Was it because Dee had stolen Ryo from him? A frown found its way onto Berkly’s face as he kept his eyes on the other, openly studying him.

Brad didn’t notice movement in the room, too lost in the music to even care. But when he played the last chord of the sonata and turned to just look at the man who should have been sitting away from him, he found himself face to face with Berkly. His breath suddenly got caught in his throat, a shiver going down his spine as he stared into the sharp blue of Berkly’s eyes. “C-commissioner?”

“Please...” Berkly purred, leaning closer. “Call me Berkly.”

Brad tried to pull back. He tried to run before anything could happen, but his body wouldn’t listen to him. And then it was too late. He could feel the warmth of Berkly’s lips against his own, pressing forward. They were warm... and soft... He made a small noise, his hands coming up to pull at Berkly’s shirt when he felt himself getting pushed down against the piano bench. This wasn’t right! Rose was his boss! Wasn’t this called fraternization or something along those lines?! When the kiss was broken, Brad felt a deep blush cross his cheeks, his eyes looking up into the blues of Berkly’s. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. He should just push the man off and go home but... but...

Brad suddenly pulled Berkly down, locking lips with him once more. He didn’t bother trying to deal with logic, but rather just let his body do what it wanted. Berkly finally pulled back with another gasp of air, moving to tug on his tie and pull it off. Lust was already running through his veins, his blue eyes scanning over Brad’s body. The man was actually fairly attractive, young but built; it was obvious that he played sports. Probably with that bastard, Dee... Berkly found himself gritting his teeth at the thought, jealously running through him. Why was he so jealous? He hated sports. Maybe it was the idea that Brad would willingly hang out with Dee while he almost had to con the man to have a drink with him. Maybe the younger man was right; maybe he did have a grudge against Dee.

Berkly’s eyes finally stopped on Brad’s face, which was stained by a bright blush. The other was aroused... This could work in his favor... “Shall we move to somewhere more... comfortable?” Berkly purred, moving his mouth down to claim a spot on Brad’s neck. He wanted to mark the other, to make him go to work tomorrow with Dee and have him explain how he had been marked so primitively.

“C-Commissioner!”

“I told you...” Berkly murmured, pulling back without leaving a mark. He’ll claim the other soon enough. “Call me Berkly...”

“Berkly!” Brad had a slight growl to his voice, his own blue eyes staring up at Berkly’s. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to end up the bottom, and he had never been bottom. “Get off of me... I’m not a bottom...”

“Not a bottom, hm?” Berkly purred, a smirk crossing his lips. Oh this night was going to be fun. He slowly pushed himself up and grabbed his tie off of the floor and hung it around his neck, standing straight in a vain attempt to hide the fact that he was aroused. “My apologies then. I figured you would like to have a relaxing night to release some tension...”

“...Well... I...” Brad sat up and shifted, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. He wasn’t a bottom, but then he hasn’t been laid in months. The thing about being gay was that there weren’t that many fish in the sea. A good looking guy was either in a relationship, straight, or both. He frowned, the erection confined in his jeans throbbing. “Fine.” he choked out, shifting to try and ease some pain. “But if you hurt me, I swear to fucking god you will pay.”

Berkly merely grinned. Of course Brad would give in quickly. The man was young and his libido was high. “Of course, I would never even think about hurting my partners.” He swooned, moving closer to Brad. “And trust me, you will enjoy it...”

“... So... About moving somewhere more comfortable?”

“Of course.” Berkly took Brad’s hand and pulled him upward, locking lips with him once more while they moved through the apartment. The next thing Brad knew, he was laying on Berkly’s king sized bed, gasping for air while the blond had his hands over his chest, pausing to pinch and roll his nipples before moving slowly downward. How could he have agreed to be bottom? Wasn’t Berkly tired of being the top dog after days and hours of commanding the 27th precinct? His fingers reached out and grabbed Berkly’s own shirt, trying to pull the man away when he felt the other’s lips against his neck. Why wasn’t he able to stop the man?

“B-Berkly...” Brad mumbled, pulling hard on the other’s shirt. He could hear fabric starting to rip the more he tugged, and suddenly, he was pinned to the bed, his hands next to his head. “Wh-What?!”

“You tore my favorite shirt...” Berkly’s deep voice had a slight growl to it, his fingers clenching down on Brad’s wrists to make the man wince. It was almost as if Berkly was seriously pissed off about a little fabric tearing... And just like that, Brad was on his stomach, his hands behind his back and pinned there by Berkly’s tie.

“Berkly!” Brad struggled a bit with the silk tie, finding it harder and harder to get himself free. This wasn’t happening! Berkly wasn’t stupid enough to restrain him for the first time they had sex! “Berkly! Untie me!”

“Hush, Bradley...” Berkly purred, his hands reaching under to smooth down Brad’s chest. They were slow, seducing, stopping every once in a while to tease a patch of skin before they finally met their goal. Berkly could only grin when Brad suddenly attempted to bury his face and hide a moan, his hands now on the confined erection in Brad’s pants. It was obvious the man was enjoying the light bondage, as he wasn’t this hard just moments earlier, so what did he have to complain about? “If you relax and let me do as I wish...” Berkly purred against Brad’s ear, still groping him when he pushed his own confined erection against Brad’s ass a couple times. “...I promise you won’t regret it...”

“Just... what do you plan on doing to me?” Brad was able to choke out, his cheeks pink with arousal when he tried to look over his shoulder at the blond. He always considered himself a fairly open-minded individual, considering that he was gay, but when it came to Berkly he couldn’t help but throw walls up. The man was... was... different.

“Well...” Berkly smirked, his fingers pulling down Brad’s pants and boxers in one fluid motion, leaving the younger detective’s ass fully exposed to him. And what an ass it was. “I was planning on letting you experience a moment of... How should I put this...” His fingers smoothed down the small of Brad’s back, one slipping into the crevice of his ass to brush against his entrance. “A moment of raw pleasure, if you would...” And raw pleasure it would be. He grinned now with the sound that Brad was making, watching the younger man try to shift away from his fingers. “That is, if you’re not afraid of exploring new things.”

“I’m... open minded...” Brad choked out, gasping hard when he felt Berkly’s un-lubed finger press against his entrance. There was no way that Berkly was stupid enough to try and do anything without some sort of lube! A deep chuckle pushed Brad’s fears away as the finger retreated, Berkly’s weight shifting on the bed when he moved to retrieve the lube. So he wasn’t stupid after all.

“That’s good.” Berkly purred more, grabbing the lube and two special toys. “Because by the time I’m done with you, you’ll either be unconscious or close to it. It’s not a bad thing, mind you, but I wouldn’t want you panicking for fear of hurting yourself.”

“So you actually care?”

“Of course I care. Hurting one’s partner is not a smart thing to do.”

“I’m not your partner. This is just for one night...”

“So you say, Bradley...” Berkly smirked and reached around to gently grasp Brad’s erection. He started to stroke the flesh, listening to Brad’s pants and whimpers fill the room before deciding it was time to install one of his toys. After all, he couldn’t have Brad climaxing before the night was over. Where was the fun in that?

“Ah!” Brad choked out, feeling a tight pressure against the base of his cock when Berkly suddenly stopped stroking him. What was he doing? No... What had he put on him?! He made another noise and shifted to thrust against the bed, feeling that tight pressure become heavy. A cock-ring. That had to be it. Berkly had put a cock-ring on him! “T-Take it off!” He cried out, his eyes screwing closed. “Take it off!”

“Hush. This is so you don’t come before the night is over. You can’t be selfish all of the time, Bradley.” Berkly took the lube and covered two of his fingers, once again letting them drift down the cleft of Brad’s ass to press against his entrance. Already the puckered skin was quivering, almost begging for attention. And that had Berkly grinning. He carefully slipped one finger inside, his eyes drifting up when Brad let off a sound oh so very close to a moan. Perfect... “Give me a few minutes, Bradley, and I’ll have you swimming in pleasure.”

“What are you gonna do?!” Brad whimpered out, feeling the finger inside of him move for just a few moments before the second finger worked its way next to the first. He couldn’t help but let off a pleasured noise, eyes cracking open when he tried to bury his face into the sheets of Berkly’s bed. Of course he was scared. The man who was going to fuck him was his boss, after all, but he couldn’t deny the fact that the other knew what the hell he was doing. And when the third finger finally pressed into him, he was close to giving up his mental battle.

“I’m going to make you feel pleasured...” Berkly thrust his fingers into Brad for a few minutes, adding lube here and there to make sure the other wasn’t feeling too much pain before he finally pulled back. Time to introduce his next toy. He picked up the phallus shaped vibrator that had been lying next to him and generously covered it with lube, trying to hold back a smirk while he stroked it. “Now Bradley...” He almost cooed, rubbing the end of the vibrator against Brad’s entrance. “You’ll have to relax if you want any pleasure from this. I’m going to put something in you that’ll make you feel very good...”

“What... What is it?”

“You know what a vibrator is, yes?” Berkly couldn’t stop the smirk when he pushed the toy deep into Brad, listening to the man gasp from the sudden fullness. Oh this was going to be fun... Holding up a small black box that was attached to the toy, he pushed a button, Brad’s cries filling the room as the vibrations filled Brad. It was an entertaining sight, watching Brad gasp and moan in pleasure while he squirmed against the sheets on Berkly’s bed. He kept the vibrations on low, moving once again to hold himself over Brad. “Feels wonderful, doesn’t it Bradley?”

“Oh god!” Brad gasped, trembling from the sheer pleasure. There was already a light sheen of sweat covering his body, and Berkly didn’t hesitate to take a taste when he licked at Brad’s neck. “Berkly!” Brad squirmed a bit, trying to tell the blond that he wanted the vibrator out. At first it appeared that Berkly understood his wish when he felt the man’s hand drift down to the toy, gently taking the end and slowly moving it back. But when the man pushed it back forward and started a thrusting motion, Brad screamed out even more. If it wasn’t for the cock-ring Berkly had put on him, he was sure that he would already be at his limit.

And Berkly knew that. He smirked while watching Brad squirm under his menstruations, letting off a purr at the unique taste of the younger detective. If his skin tasted this good, what would his cock taste like? He had to find out. He pushed the toy forward deeply once more, letting it sit there while he flipped Brad onto his back, letting off a deep purr. The man’s cock was already leaking, and it looked as though he was going to climax despite having the ring on him. He licked his lips and moved downward on the bed, his tongue running up the underside of the hard flesh to pull another cry from Brad. “Wonderful...” he purred, this time taking the entire flesh into his mouth.

“Ah!! AH!!” Brad shook his head, his toes curling as he felt the tip of his erection hit the back of Berkly’s throat. The burning heat of Berkly’s mouth had him arching his back off of the bed, his fingers grasping what they could of the sheets. God, he didn’t care about being tied up like this anymore. No, he was far from caring. All he wanted now was the chance to finally have his release and slip into the wonderful world of darkness. “P-Please!” Brad choked out, cracking open his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. “Please Berkly!! Please!! Let me come!”

“Not yet...” Berkly cooed after he pulled back, giving the head of Brad’s erection a firm lick. “If I let you come now, then I won’t be able to have any fun, and you do have to think about your partner...” He did, however, pull back away from Brad and off of the bed, moving to stand in Brad’s view. “I know you are already begging for your release, however...” He started to strip, letting his shirt flutter to the ground. “I want you to be begging for me.”

Brad’s eyes went wide when he stared at the man before him. It was fairly obvious that he didn’t see the sun much, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good looking. But it wasn’t his chest he was staring at, oh no. When the blond got rid of his pants and boxers, Brad’s eyes had gone wide at the fact that his boss was so damn BIG! Definitely bigger than the toy that hummed inside of him. And he had almost started begging. Almost... “B-Berkly...”He groaned, forcing himself to close his eyes and look away before he really made himself harder. He heard the other chuckle before the weight appeared back on the bed and over him, reaching back to the bedside table.

“I do hope you’re ready, Bradley.” Berkly pulled away from the bedside table to sit on his knees, a condom package already torn open. Rolling on the latex, his hand drifted back to the toy in Brad. Brad couldn’t help but moan, his head falling back to expose more of his neck. Berkly purred at the sight, but forced himself to gain control of himself while he pulled the still humming vibrator out of the younger detective. “As much as I want to watch your face while I take you, I know it will feel much better if you’re on your knees.” He helped Brad back onto his stomach, positioning the other so that there wouldn’t be too much weight on his knees.

“B-Berkly...” Brad was panting by this point, his face flushed red with arousal. “Please... Untie my hands... I promise I won’t do anything, but please untie my hands!” He begged, lifting his ass more for the blond when a pillow was placed under him. He could hear Berkly tsk, the man’s fingers back inside of him and thrusting against that swell that sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

“Not yet, Bradley. Just wait and you’ll be allowed to come.” Berkly pulled his fingers away and picked up the lube once more, generously putting it on his latex-covered erection. He positioned himself at Brad’s entrance then, his hand smoothing over the small of the other’s back. “Now relax, Bradley. I’m going to enter.” He gave the other just a moment before slowly pushing forward, moaning at the tight heat that surrounded him.

Brad, too, cried out. The more Berkly pushed inside of him, the more he felt himself stretch and he was sure that he couldn’t stretch anymore to accommodate the man. But, sure enough, he felt the flesh of the other’s hips against his own ass and knew that the man was completely inside of him. Berkly had to pause for a moment. After having no sexual stimulation while playing with other, he had to take just a minute to get control of himself or else he would hit climax too early. Wouldn’t want that. “P-please...” Brad whimpered, his vision blurring. “Please move... please!”

“Hold on...” Berkly gasped, gulping hard while his fingers gently grasped Brad’s hips. He didn’t want to hurt the other, despite the need to thrust into him. Brad continued to beg and plead for Berkly to move, and finally the blond complied, moving his hips back and forth. His movements were slow to start off with, but soon gained speed and strength while his own pants and moans mixed with Brad’s. The younger detective was tight. Was he a virgin?

“Berkly!” Brad cried out, moving back against the man every time he moved forward. Each movement not only pushed Berkly deeper inside of him, but rubbed his needing erection against the pillow under his hips. He wanted to come, needed to come. He could feel his chest start to tighten the more Berkly pushed into him. “Please! Let me come!”

“Ngh...” Berkly grunted, his hand slipping underneath Brad to grab and stroke the man’s erection in time to his thrusting. Brad was literally throbbing in his hand. He was probably to the point that it was going to hurt. And he wasn’t going to last much longer himself. He pulled out suddenly, flipping Brad back onto his back before pushing back into him, his hand never moving when he bent down to pull Brad into a kiss. He moved a bit, nudging Brad’s lips open so that he could push his tongue forward, tasting the younger man’s unique taste. It wasn’t much longer before that deep burn grew in the pit of his stomach. He was going to come soon. Berkly finally pulled back from the kiss with a deep moan, his hands moving to quickly work off the cock-ring. The pressure on Brad’s erection finally disappeared, and it only took a couple more thrusts from Berkly before Brad screamed out in pleasure, his back arching off of the bed when he hit climax. Berkly wasn’t too far behind, grunting loudly when Brad had tightened around him and forced him to climax as well.

Berkly forgot what time it was when he finally came down off of his orgasmic high, cracking open his eyes to stare down at Brad. The younger detective had that blissful glow that came from having a good round of sex. Though he knew the other would never say it, he knew he had pleasured Brad greatly. He carefully pulled out and away from Brad, moving to get rid of the condom and go retrieve a cool washcloth to clean the other off. If he wasn’t too worried about being restrained still, than he wasn’t going to mention it.

“Mnngh...” Brad groaned out, shifting a bit to try and move his hands from behind his back. Shit, Berkly still had him restrained. He turned onto his stomach and pulled more, stopping only when he heard his shoulder popping.

“I’m surprised you can still move.” Berkly’s voice came up from behind him, the cold washcloth moving over his ass to clean his abused entrance. Brad couldn’t help but jump, but then relaxed under the cool touch. The cloth moved under him, cleaning up the mess and relaxing him. Berkly really did take care of his partners... “Are you feeling okay?”

“I want my hands untied.”

“Of course.” Berkly chuckled and finished cleaning up Brad, fingers working the knot of the tie before it finally fell loose, Brad pulling his arms around to rub at his now sore wrists. Despite the fact that the man was almost a carbon copy of someone he absolutely despised, he was still... cute... “You are welcomed to stay here for the night. I’ll excuse your lateness if you work tomorrow.”

“Fine.” Brad retorted, forcing himself up on wobbly legs to try and get to the bathroom. “Bathroom’s this way, right? You owe me breakfast in the morning.”

“Of course.” Berkly smirked, watching Brad retreat to the bathroom with a limp. Though the man was a carbon copy of someone he absolutely despised, he found himself strangely attracted and wanting more. He reached out then and grabbed his cigarettes off the bedside table, lighting up when the sound of the shower starting filled the room. If the other would let him, he would like to try and make a relationship work... Maybe... He could hear Brad humming the same song he had played for him when this all started, and Berkly shifted when his thoughts led to what happened after. The Moonlight Sonata. Maybe that could be... their song...

~*Owari*~