thesnowyswan:

sirhate:

lily-peet:

Bad idea for a Romantic Comedy
The Chief of Police is married to a Mob Boss, and they have to keep “just failing” to catch each other. When one of them hits the other in a shootout, it’s followed with “Oh I’m never going to hear the end of this…”

“So how was your day at work?”
“YOU FUCKING SHOT ME! THAT WAS MY DAY AT WORK!”

We clearly have different definitions of bad.

Only the most loyal of loyal lackies know where Robert goes when the business is done. When he’s tucked away the coke and the hash and bandied up the massive piles of money that give him that spring in his step.

“Sir?” Gerry opens the driver’s side door to his porsche and Robert unhooks his gun from his belt and chucks it on the passenger’s seat.

Gerry Roberts, seventeen, spent time in Youth Offenders on a bogus arson charge. Robert likes him because he’s mouldable. And his first instinct when things went to shit with the coppers in today’s raid was to grab Robert and throw himself in his path. Knocked Robert’s shot to hell, but saved him from any harm.

“You did good today, Gerry,” Robert digs into his pocket for a roll of fifties. He tosses it up and Gerry catches it as Robert slides into his car.

*

Robert’s home is a conservative 1.5 million house conversion because his husband abhors money and all its comforts.

“Honey, I’m home.” He puts on a voice and drops his keys in the dish.

His husband is in the kitchen with a bag of ice and a face like thunder, “You fucking shot me, you dick.”

Robert’s heart falls through his feet, but he sees Aaron holding his arm and the bloodied bandage on his bicep.

“New bloke, try’na be a hero,” Robert grabs Aaron’s waist with one hand and hovers his other over the ice. “God–”

“It’s fine, Robert,” Aaron tilts his head to the side and twists his mouth into a small smile, “Turnabout’s fair play.”

“What did your boss say?”

Aaron sighs, he’s only been a DI for a few months and he’s had to scrape by on shady arse bullshit and deflection to keep Robert out of the line of fire.

“Definitely doesn’t think we’re shagging anymore.”

Robert tugs on the glint of silver that peeps out of Aaron’s shirt where he’s unbuttoned it. His ring hangs low on the chain under the fabric. Robert wears his ring because no one questions his personal life. No one would dare. And no one would expect Aaron. Moral, upstanding, righteous Aaron. But they’ve never seen what he’d do for love. For Robert.

“It’s getting too close,” Robert rubs his nose against Aaron’s cheek, nudging him to turn his face for a kiss. “The sharks are circling.”

Aaron stops just short of his lips, “And what? I should just let them go after ya?”

The ice thunks in the sink and Aaron keeps his back turned when Robert slides his hands over his shoulders.

“Let them run at me, I can take it.” Robert pulls on Aaron’s collar, moving it so that he can get at the soft skin where his beard ends. He loves the change in texture, rough to smooth, so much like Aaron himself.

“It was just a graze, Robert.” Aaron knocks him back and turns around again, bad arm against his body, good arm pulling one of his belt loops.

“You never took risks like this when you worked for me.” He points out.

Aaron had been a runner once upon a time. A gobby little shit with too much attitude and not enough focus. He had been glorious and Robert hadn’t stood a chance. As time moved on, Robert ascended and Aaron became more disillusioned. It was Robert’s growing empire that bought Aaron out and not once has he looked back. Robert does because Robert knows the kind of men Aaron is out there facing. He pays them well enough.

“I don’t work for you now though, do I?” Aaron pushes and pulls him before letting go to grab a can from the fridge. “We’re on opposite sides of the same shit. Today it was me, tomorrow it could be you.”

Robert doesn’t ignore the tremor in Aaron’s voice, “I’m not saying don’t be a copper. I’m saying don’t be the first bloke in. Don’t make me bury you.”

Don’t make me bury you is I love you in the oldest way they know how to say it. In that time way back when. This time. All time.

“Get out of the game then.” Aaron flings back half-heartedly. Robert smiles because as much as Aaron won’t give up the police, Robert won’t give up his business.

Robert unbuttons his shirt, “For a night, maybe.”

His husband’s eyes follow his hands and Robert knows he’s forgotten the pain in his arm.

“I’m sorry I shot you.” He makes himself sound as repentant as he can.

Aaron takes a minute step forward, “Show me.”

In their bed, there are no sides, no power plays, no right and wrong. Robert holds Aaron’s ring in his hand and that’s the only thing that matters. Not the roles they play and call work.

Aaron gets up first because he has the early shift, he kisses Robert goodbye while his head is still on the pillow, “Try not to shoot me today, ta.”

“Mmm, bring me pizza later and I won’t.”

Robert grunts when his arse is slapped and he pulls the duvet further up, “You’re a bad man.”

Maybe that’s the truth of it too, Robert doesn’t know or much care. He loves Aaron and that’s all there is to it. Even if he is one of the boys in blue.