I felt his wet face on my lashes.

His lips tasted like his lips on my lips, his chest like his chest against my chest, his hair like his hair in my hand, his heart like his heart in my soul.

"Should I lock the door?" he asked.

"Shut up", I said, not to take command him in any way but because every second spent talking was a second less spent kissing.

I did not lock the door; I didn't care.

I backed him up against the wall and pressed my groin to his, my hand protectively on the back of his head to provide some cushioning. He moaned into my mouth, wrapped one leg around mine. I was already erect to the skies, every part of me screaming to be inside this man. Yet, I couldn't stop kissing him. He opened his mouth to mine willingly, and I tasted the tip of his tongue. He clung to the arms of my jacket, and I started unbuttoning his shirt.

Somehow, we managed to have him completely naked in front of me within thirty seconds despite our desperate making out, but I took no time undressing myself, except for the police hat which I realised had fallen off at some point without me noticing. But his hands went to my stomach, slid down until he had unbuttoned my trousers, revealed the only part of my skin that was truly fucking necessary.

He jumped up in my embrace and I grabbed his bare thighs with one hand, using the other to guide myself inside of him, pressing him up against the wall to take some of the weight off. When I slid inside of him, he leaned his head back and moaned.

I had planned on being careful and loving with him, but my fierce lover had no such intentions. He started moving, at first in soft waves, then in jumping movements. I did my everything to match his craze, gritting my teeth, hissing at him...

And I looked at him, and he looked at me, and not once did we lose that eye contact while he continued to jump my dick.

When I couldn't stand the lack of control in that position anymore, I put him down on the floor, pulled him harshly with me to my desk. There, I bent him over, grabbed a fistful of his hair to create a lovely arch in his back for me, and did him from behind. He leaned his face down into the desk, and I realised that he would soon not be able to be discrete anymore, so I lay one hand over his mouth, subdued his screams, hissed as he bit my hand and took the opportunity to shove my fingers into his mouth, press his tongue down to quieten him while fucking him all the while.

I felt myself start to tremble, and Madara felt it, too, and had me stop.

"What!?" I asked hardly, but this time, my harshness had nothing to do with anger directed at him, but was only play.

"Let me lead", he said.

I frowned. But when he turned to me, his tall, still strong but now lankier body so enticing, I knew I had nothing to set against this man; I was his slave. He just had to put a light hand on my chest for me to sink down on my knees for him.

He straddled me, put one leg on either side, grabbed my chin harshly with one hand, my dick with the other. His gaze on me was so intense, so close, his smile so wicked that I felt the need to look away.

I didn't. And I was praised, because his face when he once more melted over me was delicious.

He jumped me like a madman. I had no chance on shutting him up now, and I found I didn't give a fuck. Even if I lost my job because I was fucking in my office, I wouldn't regret it. I just held on to his delicious waist as he cast his head back, his now-longer black hair billowing behind him, and moaned.

He came first, covering me in his cum. I had no idea how I had held on for so long without coming myself, but I think it was because I really, really didn't want to, not before him. But as he slowed down into soft waves above me, I grabbed his face with both hands connected our foreheads and kissed him as I came inside of him, too. I hugged him close, so close, hiding my face on his shoulder, my own shoulders shaking from crying. His body went limp in my arms, and I carefully placed him on the floor.

There he lay, splayed on the side, panting, an exhausted, smile-less face with smiling eyes, as my cum ran out of him, a sight I found so hot I wanted to do him all over again.

"I love you", he said.

"I'm single, by the way", I said. 

I was in the changing room of the station, having taken a quick shower afterwards. Madara, however, had done no such thing.

"I like your salty taste on me", he had said, putting his trousers on without underwear, not even drying himself up. He then left his underwear in one of my drawers. "A clue, chief", he said and smirked. "To help you remember who has been on the crime scene."

I put on a fresh change of clothes I always had in my locker and texted Izuna.

Me: Madara came.

Izuna Uchiha: I'm happy 4 u

Me: He wants me to take him to visit the cathedral one last time.

Izuna: How does that make u feel?

Me: It will be very hard for both of us. But I wouldn't want him to do it alone. And I don't want him to avoid it because he doesn't have anyone to go there with.

Izuna: U can do it <3

I noticed he didn't write anything about his brother. But then, I saw he was typing again.

Izuna: When are u going?

Me: Just now. We'll walk. About 45 mins?

Izuna: Can you make it an hour?

I frowned but smiled. What are you up to, little boy?

Me: Leave it to me

Izuna: Thx xxxxx

Izuna: And please, don't tell Madara. It's a surprise.

We extended the walk to the cathedral by fifteen minutes, and I decided to use the time to talk to him, ask all the questions I wanted to ask.

"Do you work as a priest now?"

He shook his head.

"I'm still on sick leave after all of this." He gestured towards his limp leg. "And I see a psychiatrist and a psychologist. But when I start working again, I want to be a priest."

"At the cathedral?"

"No", he said, shaking his head vigorously. "I mean, it's amazing. This..."

He gestured around him. I didn't understand.

"What do you mean?"

"Not being whispered about. Not being pointed at. Hell, I'm not even recognised." He beamed at me. "It's amazing! But it's connected to too much. I want to be an insignificant priest in an insignificant church, just doing what I love to do, which is to help people find help and comfort through God. And maybe..." He smiled mildly at me, took my hand now he had finished his gelato. "Maybe, I will find some for me as well."

I melted, realising he wasn't referring to God as the delivered of help and comfort for him, but me. I squeezed his hand.

"And bathtubs?" I asked, carefully, as if 'bathtubs' was a forbidden word.

But Madara seemed to take it with a good sense of humour and grimaced.

"Not a fan of them. Don't go near them. But I can shower without crying now."

I searched in my mind for something funny to say back to him, but couldn't. The realisation that we were just going to expose ourselves to his greatest fear hit me like a train.

"Oh, God, I shouldn't have said anything!" he said, hiding his face in his hands. "You'll think I'm a nut job!"

I put my arms around his shoulders and kissed the side of his head.

"You'll always be my nut job, no matter how much you bathe and shower."

"Aww, that is... Hey!"

I laughed heartily, and he grabbed the hand that was slung over his shoulder, braided our fingers.

We kissed and laughed, said we loved each other, talked and joked together. We were still early for meeting Izuna, though. Madara looked at me sideways.

"Let's go up first, then", he said. "Let's go see my crime scene. And meet up my little brother after that."