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"Open your mouth." Lev commanded.

Calix blinked, the surprise on his face showing. "W-what the hell?"

Lev gave Calix a look, a look that made Calix's knees feel weak. It told Calix to listen, to follow directions, to obey his words, and that is what made the young boy panic. He's never felt this wanton need to listen. He wanted to both defy him and bend his back over to listen to Lev's orders, it was a weird feeling that made Calix's brain a scattered mess. Lev's eyes hardened, and Calix instinctively felt his fingers twitch as his lips trembled until they eventually softly and slowly fell open.

Calix's doe green eyes peers up at Lev with his mouth ajar, obediently waiting for Lev's next orders. Calix looking up at like Lev like that made his southern region stir as he bites back the grunt that he so desperately wanted to emit and the desire bubbling within him like a ragging storms desire to wreak havoc upon a town. Calix was driving Lev insane and it was becoming increasingly impossible to keep himself in control.

Lev swallows as he picks up one of the pills and drops it into Calix's mouth. Without hesitation, Calix swallows the pill and Lev shows how perplex he is due to the sudden action.

"I had water." Lev states, eyebrows furrowed.

"I didn't need the fucking water." Said Calix in a clipped tone that indicated that his fiery demeanor was surfacing once more.

Lev ignores the younger boys sailor mouth, used to the disrespect but there was a growing need teach the boy some manners and scrubbing his mouth with soap was far from how Lev wanted to do so but Lev had to stomp on the fleeting thought that was not so clean.

Calix, as if on reflex to Lev picking up the second pill, opens his mouth and Lev can't help the smirk he wears in response.

"Aren't you going to ask me about what the pills I'm giving you are?" Lev questions as he drops the last pill in Calix's mouth.

Calix swallows the pill as he grabs the glass water into his hand and glares up at Lev. "I'm hoping it's either drugs or a painkiller, either one'll help with the pain."

The younger boy downs the water, gulping down the now lukewarm liquid that quenches his thirst and begins to add moisture to his dry throat that eagerly accepts the refreshment hungrily. Lev can't take his eyes off of the boy, his eye ravaging every movement the boy makes from the intensity of his green eyes, down to the droplets of water that fall past his lips and trickle down his chin and glide down his neck.

Lev knew just what Calix did to him and it drove him insane. This boy he hardly knew, hardly spent any time with, and barely spent time with was the same boy he wanted to keep to himself and do the dirtiest things imaginable with.

Calix on the other hand began to feel his heart begin to beat irregularly at the way the older man stares down at him, he wanted to look away as his burning gaze was beyond suffocating but Calix also felt determined to prove himself not weak, to prove that he wouldn't be beneath him.

Calix slams the empty glass on the wooden tray that Lev still held in his hands with his eyes still on Lev.

"Morrison —"

"That's not my name." Calix cuts him off.

"What is your name then?" Lev drops the tray onto the coffee table.

"None of your fucking business." Calix takes a step back, his eyes wandering around the home.

"Fuck must be your favorite word." Lev quips.

"Yeah, kinda like how dick is your favorite meal." Calix retorts, his hand going back to holding the right side of his abdomen.

Calix begins to walk — limp would be the better word to use — to the front door. Lev follows him.

"Where are you headed tonight in that state?" Lev asks the younger boy, ignoring his previous smart remark.

There were a number of things he wanted to do to the boy in response but he refrained from doing any of the things his brain was constantly conjuring up. Lev's primary concern was this kid going out at this time of night, it was now around late nine o'clock — almost ten at night, with a wound that made it hard for him to walk and clearly caused him immense pain.

Though crime hardly occurred in Watson Lake, there was still the possibility of something happening to the young boy and the thought made Lev want to lock him up in the guest room. Again, Lev didn't know why he even cared about the boy to the extent that he did but he did and that's all he knew at the moment.

Calix was rolling his eyes at the question. It wasn't like Lev even knew him, he just met him for fucks sake and yet he was over here acting like they were close or friends. They were nothing but strangers sharing a cop, criminal relationship except the cop had to be fucking weird and bring him into his home. Calix still didn't know, for the life him, why Lev decided to take him to his home and tend to his wounds.

Calix, a fucking criminal who could've stolen his shit or killed him. Either Lev is naive or Lev truly did get a kick of seeing his bare chest and that was his true motive for bringing him to his home because Calix could not fathom bringing a stranger home especially in this day and age.

Lev with his stupid fucking over six foot build, light brown hair that was messy but in a nice messy way if that even made any sense, intense dark blue eyes that were a rare sight to see, lips that were pulled into that fucking annoying smirk of his occasionally or that damned smile. Calix wanted to have nothing to do with this fucker.

"None of your damn business." Calix says as he unlocks the door and pulls it open. "Gay bastard." He mutters under his breath as he walks out of the apartment and disappears down the hall, and off into the night.

Lev is left to think about the hot tempered boy who seems to have infiltrated his mind, stripping him of any sane thought all night.

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Lev initially anticipated that he'd never see the younger boy ever again but he couldn't have been more wrong to his surprise and delight and to Calix's dismay. Week after week, Calix was brought into the station for causing some kind of trouble around the area. If he wasn't being brought in by someone, they were receiving a call about a scrawny young man causing trouble therefore Lev had the privilege to see the boy countless of times.

Every time there was an issue with Calix, Lev would be there to arrest the boy or take the boy in. Whenever the kid would be injured it also became a routine to take the boy into Lev's home and bandage him up despite the boys complaining and refusal. By the fifth time, Calix's struggle against Lev began to cease and he naturally went along with it but he'd put up a front and act like he didn't want to come when truly, Lev was Calix's saving grace.

Calix would get into trouble and at times it would leave him bloodied and hurt, usually the next course of action for the younger boy would be to sneak into a hospital as inconspicuously as possible and try his best to somehow take care of his wounds but it was getting harder to do so with the way the nearby hospital was reinforcing security.

Somehow Lev seemed to appear when Calix appeared to need someone the most but Calix hated that. Calix hated being wrapped in someone like Lev who appeared to actually care, no one fucking cared about Calix Morrison and Calix would be damned if he believed that Lev did. It didn't even take long for Lev to learn Calix's first name and develop a sense of familiarity and comfort with the boy, it was clear as day to Lev that the boy was growing more and more comfortable with the older man as well.

Over a month has passed and the two have developed this continuous pattern that they've gotten adjusted to, it's this game of cop and robber but with the odd twist of the cop caring for the robber. Calix would never admit it but he even finds himself purposely trying to cause trouble because he knows that means he'll be able to see Lev, a thought that freaks Calix out to this day.

Aside from the alluring and enchanting dance the two are engaged in, there is the underlying desire that continues to be built up that Calix tries to force down fervently but it keeps bubbling up to the point where it'll explode one day, whereas Lev is restraining himself. He feels his hunger begin to grow with every encounter he shares with the younger boy, no food made enough to sedate the yearning he's began to feel.

The magnetic attraction to the boy is still unclear to Lev but what he does know is that he wants the boy underneath him squirming, begging, pleading...weeping. He's a grown man and yet he's had more wet dreams than he wants to admit about the boy who sits in front of him at the present moment, wrapping a a white bandage around Lev's wrist.

"This is what you get for always getting involved in my fucking business." Calix mutters as he loops the cloth around his wrist for the third time with excess of the fabric still leftover.

"I love your way of saying thank you." Lev mused. "Music to my ears."

Calix rolls his eyes but concentrates on wrapping the bandage around Lev's wrist. This was another habit Lev had developed, Lev was always bugging into Calix's business like it was also his. Somehow Lev would be patrolling as he began to do that to fill some of the boredom his shifts brought and he'd catch Calix is some kind of fight or alteration with dangerous people who were always bigger than Calix.

Calix was like a Chihuahua who had the spirit of an alpha wolf with the way he always played with his life and would get into fights with grown men who were twice his size. Luckily for Calix, Lev was just as big if not bigger than the people Calix chose to pick fights with. Lev seemed to become Superman as he always swooped to the younger boys rescue in the most critical of times.

This time around, Calix had been walking down the street when a big man with a Mohawk made a comment about Calix having a pretty face, to which Calix made a smart remark back to the big guy. It escalated to the point of the big man gripping Calix by the collar of his shirt, lifting him off his feet and shoving him against a wall in an alley.

The man was moments from decking the small boy in his face but Lev who was driving down the street, stopped the car immediately — mind you, he stopped the car in the middle of street — and ran over to the scene. Lev didn't have to look twice to know it was Calix, he knew Calix when he saw him even from a far.

The bigger man dropped Calix and he and Lev engaged in a fight that resulted in the man landing straight on the concrete floor with a bloody lip, nose and a bruise under his eye and his hands planted behind his back with handcuffs on while the big man complained and whined that it was Calix's fault.

Lev knew Calix provoked the man enough to anger him and drive him to the point of wanting to hurt the young boy as was apart of Calix's nature; however, when Calix said that the big man made a comment about him first which resulted in him replying with his own choice of words, Lev believed him. The older man didn't know why but he believed Calix.

What came as a result of the altercation was Lev slightly injuring his wrist and Lev managed to get Calix to tend to his "wounds." Lev wasn't as hurt as he pretended to be, truthfully his wrist was fine, just slightly sore but he made it seem like he was in so much pain that he couldn't tend to his wrist by himself.

Calix was going to leave but Lev kept guilt tripping him, something that typically wouldn't work on someone like Calix. Because it did, Calix and Lev ended up in Lev's apartment with the two boys sat on the grey L-shaped couch.

"Shut up." Calix grumbled.

The smaller boy wraps the remaining white cloth around Lev's wrist and ties it off. Calix would've never known how to do this if not for him constantly seeing Lev do it on him whenever he got injured. There were a multitude of things that Calix learned from Lev, another thing Calix would never admit to the officer.

"I'm sorry —" Lev leans in closer, eyes fixated on the young boy as Calix frowns and backs away a little. "Say that again."

The tone of Lev's voice makes Calix feel that all too familiar feeling of weakness, his stomach filling with jittering butterflies in a complete frenzy. The way Lev uttered those three words paired with the look in his eyes that commanded Calix wordlessly to submit to him, to behave, to respect him had Calix squirming slightly in his seat as he felt the tips of his ears redden.

His automatic reaction was to defy the older man who unknowingly possessed the ability to captive the younger man with a single look. Even though he knew that nothing good would come out of talking back to such a dominant man who never failed to look at Calix like he was moments away from mauling him as if he was the prey to his predator, Calix enjoyed dancing with a lad that went by the name of temptation. Despite Lev always giving Calix eyes that figuratively stripped him of all his clothes and left him open and bare for the taking, Lev never lost it —

"S-shut u-up." Calix reiterated with a stutter as his voice trembled. He felt his throat dry up, his previous confidence melting into a thick puddle as the look in Lev's eyes changed.

— until now.

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