It's well into the night when Louis is shoved into a dark corner and lips press onto his. He moans softly, Harry's big hands gripping Louis' hips and pushing him harder onto the wall. Harry kisses just like he talks, sweet, slow and sensually but it's messy from the alcohol they both consumed, though Harry keeps it reserved and timed. Louis braces himself on Harry's shoulders, he could feel the thump of the club music in his chest.

Harry groans, crowding the Omega and slotting his hips between Louis' thighs. Louis breathes heavily, Harry sneaking his tongue between his lips and tightening his hold on Louis' hips. One of his hands dips low to grab a handful of Louis' ass. The Alpha's hips have a mind of their own as they land measured thrusts on Louis' crotch.

Heat builds in Louis' body, it fills his veins. Harry tastes like liquor with a dash of freshness, his lips are plump and pillowy against Louis' eager kisses.

"Omega," Harry grunts when Louis tries to climb him. They were grinding dirtily in the back of a club amongst the sea of dancing bodies. "You taste lovely."

"Hm," Louis licks into Harry's mouth, wrapping one of his legs around the man's waist. He throws his head back when Harry's bulge rubs against his own. "What do I taste like?"

Harry growls at the loss of Louis' lips. He moves to mark up the expanse of the Omega's neck, licking and sucking on the skin. "Berries." He answers short, decorating the area with teeth marks and love bites.

"Just berries?" Louis asks, yanking at the Alpha's hair and stretching backward to offer more of himself.

"Sweet, sugary strawberries." Harry bites particularly hard on Louis' collarbone. "Blackberries, cranberries, blueberries, raspberries--all the berries." He moves up to Louis' parted lips. Harry's eyes are intense, the green glowing and pupils dark. Louis gasps as Harry squeezes his bottom, pushing their hardened cocks closer. "I'd like you to come home with me tonight."

"Can't, my motorcycle is here."

Harry breathes heavily. "You ride?"

"I do." Louis rolls his hips, "I love riding."

That statement really grabs Harry's attention. He growls deeply, digging his nails into Louis' ass. "Come home with me."

Louis considers it. Harry was an attractive Alpha and knew how to kiss. He held a dominant aura that Louis craved to submit to but Louis simply couldn't let himself be taken by this man. As Louis is about to deny the offer, a tall man walks up to them and pats Harry's shoulder.

"Hey, we ought to get going now." The man is an Alpha too. He has brown eyes and short chocolate hair. "Today was a bust, we'll try a different club tomorrow."

Harry's gaze doesn't move from Louis' eyes, but it does flicker to Louis' moist lips. He gulps. "Sure. I'll meet you outside, Liam."

The other Alpha offers Louis a tightlipped smile before disappearing into the mess of the crowd. Louis slumps onto the wall, closing his eyes in relief because he was off the hook. Louis didn't need to shatter Harry's one-night-stand dreams.

"Don't look so pleased, Sunflower." Harry separates them, delicately setting Louis' foot on the floor. His hand lingers on Louis' bottom, he gives it a last hearty squeeze. "Here," Harry writes on a small napkin from his pocket and gives it to Louis. "Call me, please. I would like to see you again."

Louis blinks slowly, glancing at the neat digits. He can see Harry's partner beckoning him across the room and goes to his tippy toes. He presses a gentle kiss on the Alpha's cheek, the opposite of their steamy session. He swipes the napkin from Harry's hand and fades into the crowd, but he feels a tug on his shirt and lips brush his ear.

"Sidenote, Sunflowers happen to be my favourite flower," Harry speaks slowly. "Do with that what you will."

Louis goes home empty-handed that night. Not on the arm of a rich Alpha who would wake up in the morning to find their bank account empty. He walks home in the dark, and curls into bed. He falls asleep while ignoring the pounding at his door, he needed to move someday and get away from the stubborn ex who doesn't know when no is no. He finds comfort in his gun and taser under his pillow.

"No! I was robbed and all of you are sitting on your ass and not doing anything about it!"

Harry rubs his temples, he feels a dull ache building. He hears Liam try to calm the Alpha, but it only causes more problems.

"Sir, we're doing everything we can."

"Well, it's not enough!" The Alpha in the suit continues to shout. "If I don't get my money back, my company will go down the drain."

Harry tries to clear his mind, choosing to disregard the Alpha's deep growls in favour of munching on his lunch. He sighs tiredly as the Alpha leaves a minute later, slamming the glass door on his way out.

The chair by Harry's desk squeaks, Liam rolls his head back with a hearty laugh. "That was eventful."

Harry raises an eyebrow. "Sure was. I'm surprised he didn't pop a blood vessel."

Liam chuckled dryly. "Find anything new?"

"No," Harry answers, his desk littered with stacks of papers ranging from reports to files. His eyes hurt from staring at them for hours every day. "Still nothing. I'm tempted to ask the Chief to pass it onto Jeremy and Lincoln but that's going to the end of my career."

"We're not giving up on this. I don't care how many rich Alphas scream in my face."

"You say that now but when you go deaf from their shouting, you'll want off this case."

That moment, one of New York's richest men walk in. He's dressed in an expensive baby blue suit, shoes shined to the nines and hair styled neatly. He smiles brightly, nodding at Harry in particular. "I'm here for Officer Newham. He's expecting me."

Harry looks around, pointing to one of the back offices. "Last I saw, he was having lunch." This happened quite often, Harry stopped being surprised by the man's third arrival. He always showed up on Fridays with a briefcase and a blinding grin.

The most eligible bachelor of the city, Chase Amory nods stiffly. "Thank you. It was good to see you, gentlemen." He says curtly before walking through the cubicle in the direction of the back offices.

Liam is the first to break the silence, his eyes glued on the Alpha's retreating figure. "You ever wonder what they discuss?"

Harry shrugs. "Not really. If it doesn't concern me, why should I care?" Officer Newham was one of the top-ranking officers in the city, a favourite of the Chief's and he usually filled in whenever the Chief was away. At the beginning of his career, Harry learned to obey his orders without question. Newham had the rep to be the little devil on the Chief's shoulder and Harry would prefer to keep his job.

The brown-eyed Alpha sighs. "I don't know. Does the Chief even know about Amory showing up here once a week?"

"Why are we even talking about this," Harry lets out a frustrated noise. "I have a migraine and would rather not have another rich man waltzing in here to scream about being robbed." He pulls his hair. "So, can we please stay on track?" His tone is more aggressive than intended.

Liam holds up his hands in defense. "Calm down, Harry. I've never seen you so caught up in a case before."

"Sorry," He apologizes weakly. "It just makes me feel helpless, we've got nothing on the suspect and they've stolen over eight million dollars."

"Makes me feel shitty." Liam agrees. "I was thinking we hit up another club tonight, do an undercover job again?"

"I don't know, I just want to sleep." Harry murmurs, loosening his tie.

"I'll buy you a drink." Liam persuades. "Drinks, more than one."

It doesn't take much to convince Harry, even though taking a long bath and curling into bed sounded more appealing. He couldn't solve this case without some sacrifices, and if it had to be his sleep, do be it.

NOTE: this might be one of my fave parts of this story :^) any thoughts ?