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Nolan was… tenacious. He couldn’t care less about what people thought of him. He was unyielding that way. Despite all that he’d been through, he still believed in righting the wrongs, to put criminals in prison, to serve justice. He believed in that moral, in his job, and such a job created enemies. He knew that. He knew the ordeals. He didn’t care. He’d been yelled at, insulted, threatened countless times and he simply remained stoic, unwavering in the face of hate. Nolan wasn’t one to break easily. It would take a whole lot more than simple words to shake his resolve.
So why? Why did it affect him when a man on the street punched him out of anger—driven by pain—and knocked him to the ground? It wasn’t like it was something new. Maybe it was the fact that Nolan still cared. He cared about people. He wasn’t inhuman. This incident shouldn’t be hovering about in his head but it did, and he couldn’t let go of it.
He didn’t let go of it even as he reached his office, brooding the whole time. He gingerly touched the bruise on his cheek and winced when a sharp sting coursed through it. He exhaled, dropping his bag on the table.
“There you are,” came a familiar voice behind him.
Shit.
If there was anyone who knew Allan Fischer like the back of his hand, it was Nolan. He almost froze momentarily upon hearing Allan’s voice behind him, hearing the sound of those boots on the hardwood floor. The air carried the familiar aroma of takeout food, as Allan brought Nolan his lunch on time, as usual. Nolan didn’t dare turn around. Oh, he knew how feral his pup could become if he knew Nolan was hurt in any way.
“Uh, yes,” he replied, keeping his tone neutral. “Just preparing for the next case. I’m a little busy, pup.”
“Relax. I’m not asking you to rail me on the table or anything,” Allan said, grinning. “Although I wouldn’t mind a little quickie before lunch.”
Nolan huffed. “Certainly not.”
Allan appeared beside him, plump red lips stretched to a smile as he set the food down on the table. He brushed his fingers along Nolan’s unharmed cheek before leaning in for a kiss and the other man leaned away a little too quickly, as he arranged some papers. Or at least, pretended to arrange some papers. He forgot his boyfriend happened to be a detective. A particularly perceptive one at that.
“Not now, Allan,” Nolan said.
Allan paused, his grin fading as he stared at him. “What is it?”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t play around. You always call me by my name if you’re angry, or worried or scared. Otherwise it’s usually 'pup'.”
Nolan rolled his eyes. “Oh, what, I’m not supposed to call you by your name now?”
“You can.” Allan drew closer and cocked his head to the side. “Look me in the face and then call my name. I’ll be satisfied.”
Nolan’s heart started to pick up pace. “Seriously? You’re acting stupid.”
“Am I? Look me in the face.”
“Not now.”
“I’m a detective. You think I can’t tell when something’s happened? What made you think you could hide it from me, of all people? Look at me!”
Nolan snapped, glancing at him. “Enough!”
Allan inched back, out of surprise at seeing the bruise on the ADA's face. He didn’t care about Nolan’s outbursts. He never held them against him. The bruise, however, abruptly flipped a switch in his brain and his face darkened. On the other hand, Nolan felt a pang of instant regret for snapping at Allan. He may not show it, but he could never stand hurting him.
He lowered his tone. “I’m sorry.”
“Who is it?” Allan's voice was low and simmering with anger. “Tell me or I’ll find out the hard way.”
“Pup…”
“Who did it? Who hurt you?”
“Just forget it.”
Allan held his arm, giving it a firm squeeze, as if to say he was there for him. “Please.”
Nolan sighs. “Just a troubled man who was upset that I couldn’t put a criminal in prison for life. I was aiming for life imprisonment but sometimes the situations get so complicated that I had no choice but to... cut deals as much as I don’t want to. I don’t blame the man. He had every right to feel that way. I didn’t try hard enough.”
Allan gave him a stern look before silently storming out of there.
“Allan—Christ…” Nolan rubbed his forehead. He knew exactly what was going to happen. “God, he's stubborn.”
For the next twenty minutes or so, he could barely focus on his work. He rubbed his forehead, constantly worrying about Allan. He was well aware the detective could handle himself, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. Especially when Allan was pissed, he was capable of anything, and could potentially land himself into trouble. He wouldn't listen to reason when it came to Nolan. He didn't care what the justification was, he would simply straight up go berserk at anyone who harmed Nolan or even dared look at him in the wrong way.
Oh, God.
Then Allan’s voice broke the restless silence, echoing in the hallway. Nolan glanced up to see the detective dragging the same man who had punched him, into his office.
Allan gripped the man’s collar, bringing him in front of Nolan. “Apologize, dipshit.”
The man had the same kind of bruise on his cheekbone as Nolan did. Most likely, the effect of Allan’s punch.
Nolan exhaled a long breath, shaking his head. “Pup…”
Allan ignored him and tugged the man in his grip harshly. “I said apologize, before I break your face.”
The man was practically trembling now, barely able to make eye contact with Nolan. “I apologize. I-I didn’t mean to act out. I-I was upset—”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s enough.” Allan glanced at Nolan. “What do I do with him?”
“Let him go.” Nolan replied.
Allan shoved the man away. “Go on, get lost. Try this shit again and I’ll hunt you down, you prick.”
Once the man skittered away, Allan turned to Nolan only to catch him raising an eyebrow at him.
“You done?” Nolan questioned.
“Seems like it.” Allan took a cigarette out and was about to light it when Nolan snatched it right out of his lips.
“No smoking in the office.”
Allan put his hands up. “Fine. Yes, sir.”
A grin spread across Nolan’s face as he walks around his table, to Allan. He took his tie, coiling it around his fist, then tugged the detective close. Allan’s eyes immediately zoned in on Nolan’s lips, his fangs peeking out when he grinned.
“Over-protective of me, are you?” Nolan purred.
“You figured that out now? Does this mean I get rewarded, ADA Price?”
“Punished, more like it.”
Allan bit his lip. “I’m up for that.”
Nolan took a look at the takeout lunch on the table, then at the detective. A sly glint appeared in his eyes. “Perhaps we can have dessert first.”
Nolan's lips fit into Allan's like a puzzle piece, perfectly in place, made for each other, kissing him with an unadulterated passion solely reserved for Allan. Allan kissed Nolan back, holding his arms and pressing him flush against his body. One kiss from Nolan was enough to leave him wanting more, much more. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Nolan's open mouth, eliciting the softest of moans from him. Before it got anymore intense than that, Nolan placed his palm on Allan's chest and gently nudged him back, breaking the contact with a soft smack of his lips.
"Not here, pup," he purred. "Maybe someplace quieter."
Allan’s pulse instantly picked up pace, throbbing in his veins like crazy as Nolan pulled him along by his tie like a puppy, leading him towards a private corner—perhaps an empty office, or the restroom, or even the janitor’s closet. Well, anywhere they could have a few minutes to themselves.
As Allan followed Nolan, a couple of lawyers at the side watched Nolan as he passed by, scoffing at him.
“Fucking bastard,” one of them muttered.
Unfortunately, Allan’s ears picked that up. He stopped, turned around, and walked right up to the lawyer. “Say that again and I’ll punch your teeth down your throat,” he spoke in a low, cold voice. “Pretty sure you won’t set foot in another courtroom again out of sheer embarrassment.”
The lawyer swallowed, inching back in fear.
Nolan noticed Allan was no longer following him and looked back. “The hell are you doing over there, pup?”
Allan’s cold, intimidating glare immediately vanished at Nolan’s voice, replaced with a bright grin. He caught up to him. “Nothing. Just speaking to those nice gentlemen there. Sorry, darling.”
He gave a peck to Nolan’s lips. “Now. Where were we?”