Grizzly Creek was a typical country town.

Surrounded by miles of thick evergreen forests and multiple little creeks that flowed into Grizzly Lake, mountains that reached high into the sky. The town itself was relatively small with a population of barely a thousand. Made up of a family owned grocery store and little shops here and there, a town hall, and police station.

Adrian Peltier had lived there his entire life. Born and raised by his single mother who worked night shifts at the local bar, Adrian knew every one of the locals and legends. He'd grown up on stories of bears, wolves, and ghosts from the old men who sat clustered together outside the bar and the Native American family that lived down the block in their log cabin.

And life in Grizzly Creek was quite normal.

So far.

Adrian worked his usual routine the day things took a turn for the worse. He woke up bright and early, showered down, ate a break of eggs and bacon, dressed in his respectable police uniform and went out to his squad car. He road into town, nodding occasionally to the town folk who waved and called out to him.

He rode into the parking lot beside the small police station and climbed out just as a rumbling motorcycle pulled up beside him. He gave pause, reaching up to brush his caramel hair out of his face as the man on the bike killed the engine and dropped his keys into the pocket of his leather jacket.

Adrian was used to men like this driving into town, but never one that actually caught his eye enough for him to stare.

The man on the bike was buff to say in the least, with a thick mane of black hair that fell to his shoulders in sexy waves. He pushed up a pair of riding goggles to reveal a pair of piercing green eyes that reminded Adrian of the rolling Appalacian Mountains. He was decked out in leather from head to toe, and instead of reeking of B.O., the man gave off the scent of sandalwood and leather. An intoxicating scent that made Adrian's body tingle.

"Scuse me," the man said to Adrian, making him stiff for a moment, "But do ya'll have a hospital 'round here?" His thick Southern accent indicated he came from the deepest parts of the South, probably Alabama. Adrian cleared his throat, leaning back against his car in an attempt to seem laidback as he frowned at the man.

"Hospital?" He asked, scanning the man from head to toe. There appeared to be nothing wrong with this grizzly of a man.

"Yeah," Biker Dude replied, slipping off his bike and a pair of tight leather pants that hugged a butt so firm and touchable, Adrian wanted to eat cake off it, "I have a bit of an injury." Adrian frowned at that until the man slipped his leather jacket off. Thick wads of torn shirt were tied up along an arm that looked like it had been mauled by a bear. Adrian instantly pushed off his car, gaping at the wound in horror.

"Did you drive here like that?" He asked in disbelief, throwing open his car door to grab his medical kit from there. Biker Dude was completely calm and Adrian wondered briefly if he was in shock, but he spoke nonchalantly with that drop dead sexy Southern drawl.

"Naw. Least, not from where I was conceived anyway. Happened back at a rest area few miles outta here. Darndest thing, thought it was a dog 'er somethin'. Ain't never seen too many wolves." He admitted, to which Adrian frowned as he worked with an expert skill as he cut gauze apart and grabbed wads of cotton to douse in alcohol. He stripped the torn cloth off the biker man's arm and immediately applied the alcohol. He waited for the man to hiss or shout in pain, but he stood motionless, watching Adrian work in silence now.

"A wolf? Wolves don't usually attack humans like this. What did you do?"

"Oh sure," Biker Dude snorted incredulously, "S'always gotta be my fault now don't it?"

"Well, as an officer, I'm required to know 'bout the local wildlife and wolves don't just attack outta nowhere. Were you near their den? It's mating season and the she-wolves ain't so fond of sharing territory with anyone that might threaten their pups." Adrian explained calmly as he wrapped gauze around the biker's arm. The biker stared for a while longer in utter silence before nodding slowly, his eyes drooping for a moment as he relaxed.

"Dunno. Say, what's your name," He asked, then paused to look at Adrian's attire as if for the first time, "Officer?" Adrian paused as he clipped the gauze on the biker's arm, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the man.

"Adrian Peltier. Deputy Adrian Peltier. You?" He returned. The biker smiled for the first time upon arriving, completely unaware that his injury was soaking his gauze, to which Adrian winced.

"Name's Garett. Nice to meet you, Deputy." He answered. Adrian hesitated for a moment, staring back at the man who raked him with a sudden interested stare. It was rare to find someone who was interested in him as much as he was interested in them. There wasn't another gay man in town, something Adrian had learned to accept over time and it was very rare that a gay man would roll into town looking for a good time.

Adrian wasn't about to pass this up.

"You in town long?" He asked, returning Garett's once over. Garett's smile become a grin as he shrugged, holding up his arm for Adrian to look at.

"Well, considerin' my arm feels like it done got caught in a meat grinder, yeah. I'm thinkin' I'mma stick around for a while. Ah, but I ain't got no cash on me, so a motel is outta the question." He added with a note of mock despair that made Adrian arch a brow at him. Adrian tried to appear nonchalant as he put his medical kit away in his squad car.

"I dunno. My mother works kinda late." He admitted, bending over to tuck the medical kit into his glove compartment. He waited for Garett to be turned off by the idea that someone his age still lived with his mother, but Garett seemed to distracted by the sight of Adrian's butt in his beige pants.

"See somethin' ya like?" Adrian dared to ask as he stood up and leaned on his car door. Garett's eyes drifted up to meet Adrian's with a hot scorching gaze that set Adrian's blood on fire. Garett licked his lips, his teeth brushing his lower lip before he gave Adrian a charming smile.

"I reckon I do." He responded. Adrian smirked at that, then looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping or spying on their flirting. He reached into his pocket and took out a pad and paper that was meant to be reserved for writing tickets, but it was all he had on him.

"Are you writing me a ticket, officer?" Garett teased, green eyes glinting playfully. Adrian smiled at that, scribbling down information onto the ticket as well as his own address, then ripped it off and handed it to Garett.

"I'd ask what the charge is," Garett said with a chuckle, "But this is getting too cheesy for me." Adrian laughed and Garett grinned mischeviously before he pocketed the ticket.

"Well," Adrian said as he sobered, "Let's get you inside to see our doctor. I don't think you'll be able to make your court date with that kind of injury." Garett paused to study his injury, then shrugged and nodded. Adrian led the way into the small police station, a blast of cool air a stark contrast to the heat outside.

The lobby was empty, except for the receptionist, Judy, who was joined by another officer named Gerald. Both were too busy filling out reports to even notice Adrian as he came in, leading Garett into the back down a long hallway. One door was labeled "INFIRMARY" with a Doctor Richard Grey signed below it. Adrian knocked twice before entering the small room.

It looked like the infirmary of a high school with a desk and file cabinets pushed to one corner and three small hospital beds set up with only white curtains to seperate them.

"Dr. Grey?" Adrian called. The door on the other side of the room that led to the bathroom opened and an older man emerged, wiping his hands on a towel before he trashed it. The man was lean and bony, but his wrinkled face spoke nothing, but kindness as he smiled in greeting, reaching up to push his pepper grey hair back out of his face, gray eyes edged with crow's feet.

"Adrian," He greeted warmly, "Glad to see you this mornin'. Who's yer friend?" He peeked behind Adrian at Garett suspiciously. Garett just smiled sheepishly.

"Name's Garett, doc. Pleasure makin' yer aquaintence." He introduced with a nod. Dr. Grey gave a slow nod, then glanced out the corner of his eye. Even with his old age, he could see Adrian smiling at Garett in a way he'd never seen the younger man smile. He loved Adrian like his own kin and while he was happy to see that Adrian had finally found someone to occupy himself with, Dr. Grey could feel an odd tugging at the back of his mind about this Garett man.

"What can I do you two for?" Dr. Grey asked casually, making his way over to his desk to get his glasses.

"He was attacked by a wolf down at the rest area, 'bout a few miles out." Adrian informed. Dr. Grey grimaced as he put on his glasses and shuffled over to Garett, who held up his injured arm. Dr. Grey hissed past clenched teeth.

"Ouch," He commented, "That's gonna smart for quite a while. Might as well get you on over here and give ya the shots while we're at it. If there weren't no den 'round, chances are she mighta been rabid." Garett wrinkled his nose at that.

"Don't ya'll shoot 'em then?" He asked. Dr. Grey lifted a brow at that as he got out the supplies he needed and gestured for Garett to sit on the hospital bed.

"We don't shoot wolves 'round here, 'less they kill someone. They were here first." He said, to which Garett sighed and shrugged in reluctant agreement. Adrian just smiled, hardly paying attention to the conversation as he raked Garett with another hungry stare. Garett felt the hot stare from the deputy and passed him a wicked smirk. Adrian's cheeks pinkened and he started to say something to defend himself when his radio crackled. Cursing under his breath, Adrian turned and picked it up.

"This is Deputy Peltier, what'd ya need, Red?" He asked, pausing at the sound of the gruff man's crackling voice on the other end.

"Adrian, we got a problem down at the bar. Looks like Mr. Feller had a bit too much to drink and he done busted one of the windows. Could you and Clyde come on down here and help a guy out?" Red asked with a miserable sigh. Adrian tried not to echo the sigh.

"All right, be down there in five minutes." He said, then clipped his walkie to his belt, turning to see Garett sit absolutely still without even flinching as Dr. Grey began to stitch up his arm. Adrian swallowed at the sight of the blood that made his stomach churn. It was one thing he couldn't stand seeing. Even before, the sight of it bothered him. The only thing that kept him from getting weirded out before was Garett's dashing smile.

"I gotta head down to the bar, Dr. Grey. Feller's at it again." He said, to which Dr. Grey snorted.

"Ain't he always? Go on, boy. I'll take care of yer... friend here." He paused at that, watching Adrian smile and Garett flash him a flirty grin. Dr. Grey cleared his throat and continued his work as Adrian left the infirmary. He made his way to the front desk where three more officers had joined them, one of which being Clyde, a slender pretty man with long blonde hair that he pulled back into a ponytail and his pale blue eyes obscured by black aviator shades.

"Clyde," Adrian greeted, making the man look up and flash a warm smile, "Got a call down to the bar. It's Feller." Clyde's smile fell into a frown and he sighed wearily.

"Not again." He grunted, moving away from the others, who were crowded around the computer. Adrian frowned, tilting his head to try and see over the others as they whispered amongst themselves.

"What's the excitement for?" Adrian asked as Clyde led the way out of the station to the squad car parked near Garett's motorcycle. Clyde frowned at the vehicle, then looked at Adrian, a brow raised.

"Ya'll didn't hear?" He asked as they climbed into the squad car. Adrian shook his head, starting the engine and backing out of the parking space. Clyde whistled as he did his seatbelt and sat back, hands folded behind his head.

"Some psycho killed a couple guys down in Alabama," He said, making Adrian glance at him in surprise, "Apparently he's a real psycho and keeps 'em locked in a closet for a while before he offs 'em. There's a huge man hunt out for the sucker. I say let 'im come 'ere. He'll be in fer a surprise." Adrian rolled his eyes and shook his head at Clyde's cockiness as he drove just a couple blocks down to where the brick bar. A two story building with old faded bricks and large tinted windows, an old-fashioned saloon style sign reading Grizzly Bar and Grille.

"I rather deal with drunkards than a serial killer." Adrian admitted dryly as he pulled up into a parking spot reserved solely for him. Clyde wrinkled his nose.

"Dunno 'bout that. Gettin' real tired of Feller's shit. Thinkin' we ought to keep him locked up for the night. Ya'll need to stop lettin' the guy off the hook, A. He gon take advantage of yer never endin' kindness." He warned, climbing out of the squad car. Adrian just frowned at that, but said nothing as he walked into the bar with Clyde at his heels, both walking with heads held high and eyes narrowed.

Inside, the bar was less smokey than usual. The heavy scent of leathers, booze, and male filled Adrian's senses, making his body tingle. Of course, he knew all the men in the bar, however, and wasn't the least bit attracted to them seeing as most of them were twenty years his senior and most of them married, all of them straight. Adrian's eyes landed on Feller.

Feller was a scrawny petite man with scraggly dark hair that he tied back tight into a ponytail, making his widow's peak all the more prominent over a pair of watery gray eyes. He wore a padded green vest over a black turtleneck and faded jeans. He was drinking heavily, slurring curses at the waitresses, one of them being Adrian's mother, who was grimacing as she held a tray to her chest as if to keep up a forcefield between her and the drunken slob at the bar.

"Problem?" Adrian asked, voice echoing through the bar. The other patrons fell silent and a few casually tried to make their way to the door, which Clyde happily blocked off and eyed them closely.

"Adrian," His mother breathed in relief, blowing a lock of caramel hair out of her face from her loose bun, "I think Feller needs a ride home." Feller snarled at her, making her stiffen and wave her tray at him as a weapon, making the older man snort.

"I don't be needin' no ride 'ome. Ain't no 'ome ta be ridin' 'ome, oh!" He shouted, slamming his mug on the bar, making Ms. Peltier flinch. Adrian gritted his teeth, trying to rein in his control as he approached Feller.

"Come on, Feller, you ought to be gettin' home. It's too early to be drinkin'." He said. Feller swung his arm around, shoving Adrian back from him. Adrian grabbed Feller by the back of his neck and hauled him off the bar stool, swinging him around and slamming him down on the nearest table, causing two patrons to leap to their feet and retreat. Adrian whipped out his handcuffs.

"That's assaultin' an officer," He stated firmly, "You have the right to remain silent..." Adrian continued reading Feller his rights as the older man wiggled and whimpered.

"Be careful with him, baby," Ms. Adrian warned, putting her tray down to walk around the bar to stand near Adrian, "He's just a drinkin' man, didn't mean no harm really. Just didn't want him goin' home like that." Adrian glanced at her, then down at the man in annoyance as he slurred out something that sounded like a protest, maybe, but he couldn't be sure.

"Well," Adrian said at last, voice dry, "Ain't takin' him home. I'm takin' him in for assaulting an officer and causing a public disturbance." Adrian's mother chewed her bottom lip uneasily, but didn't argue with her son as she nodded. Adrian pulled Feller up off the table and led him out to the squad car; Clyde following his every step as they climbed in the car with Feller, who hiccuped and asked for mercy, but they ignored him.

"Startin' to think that serial killer idea wasn't so bad." Adrian grunted as he pulled out of the parking lot to head to the station. Clyde chuckled, rolling his window down so the sweet summer air outside filled the car and cleared out the stench of booze and smoke from their backseat passenger.

"Speakin' of serial killer, I saw that fella ya brought in to the doc earlier. You interested in that?" He asked, as if Garett was Clyde's last idea of a proper gentleman. Adrian shrugged, rolling his eyes as he pulled into the station parking lot, his heart sinkin when he saw that Garett's motorcycle had vanished. Maybe the man hadn't been interested in him after all.

Or maybe he just wanted something to eat, Adrian tried, but shrugged it off as he cut the engine.

"I don't think my datin' life involves you." He told Clyde, who scoffed as they climbed out of the car and helped the half-conscious man out of the vehicle and dragged him toward the side door that led to the jail cells.

"I still don't get it," Clyde admitted as they hauled Feller through the door and toward  the nearest jail cell, "How could you want a man over a woman? Ain't there a little somethin' missin' up here?" He dropped Feller to make grabbing motions at his chest. Adrian felt heat rise to his cheeks at that and avoided looking at Clyde as he pulled Feller in the rest of the way to the bed in the cell.

"They make up for it with what's down there." He said, dropping his eyes to Clyde's groin. Clyde laughed at that, but made no comment as he left to go file a report for Feller. Adrian sighed as he finished pulling Feller up onto the bed, undoing his handcuffs. He started to go when Feller's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Adrian froze, looking down at Feller as the old man gazed up at him with watery eyes.

"S'comin', ya hear, boy? S'comin' ta kill yer..." He slumped back to the bed, passing out. Adrian shook Feller's grip off and retreated from the cell, shuddering as he shook out his wrist. Feller was an old guy, but for an old guy, he had a strong grip. And the way he had rasped that so eerily like something out of a horror film.

Adrian shook his head to clear his thoughts as he locked the cell and made his way back to the offices where he helped Clyde file a report that they then dropped off at the sheriff's office. The sheriff was absent, probably prowling the streets or spending the evening with his wife, who was with child-- their fourth child.

"Ain't that just another problem 'bout it," Clyde said as he picked up one of the photos from the sheriff's sloppy desk; the photo of his current three children, pregnant wife, and himself, "Without a woman, you ain't got no way to give yer poor ma any grandchildren." Adrian scoffed at the idea, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe as he watched Clyde study the picture.

"I don't need children, Clyde. I'm only twenty-five. I want more time to myself." He said. Clyde shrugged, setting the photo down and coming over to stand in front of Adrian.

"Twenty-five ain't that young no more. Nowadays, I'm surprised to find fellas as old as Feller 'round here." He said, making Adrian frown at the man curiously, but Clyde slapped a smile on his face.

"Let's go grab us somethin' to eat, huh? In a mood for some coffee and biscuits down at Sally's." He said, gesturing for Adrian to follow. Adrian sighed, but didn't disagree as he left the room, shutting the door behind him as he follow Clyde out to their squad car.

Sally's was a small diner down on the corner of the block designed to be quite girly with pink and blue trims and a sign with the cartoon drawing of a chubby lady holding up a tray of food. Inside, the leather bound seats ran the length of the walls, save for the bar that ran around the center. A stereotypical fifties diner, but all the perks of a modern one with a flat screen hoisted above the bar for anyone interested in the latest sports game.

Adrian sat down with Clyde as Sally, a portly woman with curly gray hair, came out to take their orders. It was difficult for Adrian to concentrate on eating, though. Well, eating food anyway.

His mind kept wandering back to Garett. Would he see the man again? Apparently he hadn't gone out to eat since the bar and diner were the only eateries in town. Could he have decided to just up and leave? It was a pity. Adrian had been looking forward to having a good time. It'd been far too long since he'd taken a lover to bed. Even his mother had chided him on taking a taste of women, but Adrian simply couldn't find anything attractive about the opposite sex.

What he wanted was to feel hard muscles against his body, rough hands massaging his pecs, forest green eyes watching him, glazed over with a heavy cloud of lust, a perfectly chiseled face framed by hair as black as midnight, tickling his cheeks. It was enough to make Adrian's body weep for attention. He'd give anything to see Garett again. The man was sex on legs and put many other men Adrian had seen to shame, even Clyde.

Clyde was an attractive man as well, but he was attractive in a pretty way. Clyde was slender and lean with a flat stomach. Most people underestimated him and assumed from his small stature that he was a pushover, but Clyde always surprised them with a good wrestling move that he'd learned in high school. But unlike Garett who was buff and dangerous looking, Clyde was pretty and the typical American boy with his long blonde hair and baby blue eyes. And he was also straight as a pole, so even if Adrian was interested in Clyde, there'd be no chance. Not to mention, Adrian preferred larger men climbing on top of him. Nothing felt better than having someone control him in bed.

After lunch at the diner, Adrian and Clyde returned to the station to file a few more reports as a nearby television played the news report that Adrian had seen everyone watching earlier.

It was just as Clyde said. A man had captured younger man and would lock them up and torture them before killing them and moving on. The thought made Adrian's stomach churn. He reached down and touched the pistol in its holster, feeling an immediate sense of comfort and knowing that even if a man did creep up on him to kill him, he'd be ready.

"Ain't that just scary, though," Clyde said as he scribbled a few things down on a report, eyes glancing back and forth between the television and his work, "I bet you its some real sicko, like that Jeffery Daymer."

"Dahmer, Clyde." Adrian corrected dryly. Clyde arched a brow.

"Oh, ho ho. My mistake. Was I insultin' yer kind?" He joked. Adrian rolled his eyes at Clyde's bad attempt at a joke and went back to filling out a report before he got up.

"I'm gonna check on Feller, give him some food before I head home for the night. Think you'll be okay alone?" He asked. Clyde leaned back in his office chair, tucking his hands behind his head.

"No need to worry about me, pretty boy, I can handle it." His chair slipped from his weight and he yelped, grabbing the desk. Adrian laughed and Clyde scowled.

"I meant to do that." He said. Adrian shook his head and went to the small kitchen in back, preparing Feller and meal and bringing it to the old man, who was snoring now as he slept. Adrian came in and set the tray down on the small table, then left.

He went out to his squad car, pausing to breath in the thick night air scent. The street lamps were on, glowing and flickering eerily on occasion. Adrian climbed into his squad car and drove the mile to his two story home. He pulled up the gravel drive, his heart leaping into his chest when he spotted a familiar motorcycle. Much to his relief, his mother wasn't home, which meant they'd be able to do whatever they wanted without being interrupted by questions about cookies and jobs and lifestyle.

Adrian pulled his squad car up, seeing Garett sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the wraparound porch. He was smoking a cigarette, the smoke coiling up into the air as he rocked back and forth, only to stop when he noticed Adrian walking up the gravel drive.

"Was thinkin' you was about to ditch me." Garett commented, standing up as Adrian came up the steps. Adrian smiled lightly, resting his hands on his belt.

"Well, I was beginnin' to think the same. Come inside, it's warmer." He added when he saw his breath come out in clouds. He hadn't even noticed the chill. Garett didn't seem to notice it either as he nodded and put his cigarette out in the ashtray by the rocking chair. Adrian opened the door and stepped inside a small foyer that had three door ways, to the kitchen, living room, and back of the house, as well as a winding staircase that went up to the next floor.

"Nice place ya got here, reminds me of my ma's." Garett mused as Adrian stripped his jacket off and hung it up on the nearby coat rack. He took Garett's, pausing for a moment to inhale the deep scent of the real leather. He hung it up just as he felt a pair of strong, muscular arms go around his torso. A chill coursed up his spine at the feel of Garett's hot breath against the back of his neck.

"Been thinkin' about this all day." Garett breathed, placing a gentle kiss on Adrian's throat. Adrian moaned deep in his throat.

"Tell me about it," He murmured, resting his hands over Garett's, a thrill shooting through him at the man's callused hands, "Lemme take my uniform first."

"I like a man in uniform." Garett purred against Adrian's ear. Adrian moaned again and turned in Garett's arms to face him. Garett's green eyes were hooded, tongue sliding over his lower lip. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Adrian up, hands clapping over his tight ass, heaving Adrian up and pushing him against the wall. Adrian wrapped his legs around Garett's waist, arms going around his neck as their lips crashed together.

Tongues moved in a hot, feverish dance for dominance before Adrian willing submitted to Garett's sexual prowess. He grunted as Garett ground their hips together, his cock straining against the tightness of his uniform pants. He dragged his nails over Garett's broad, muscular shoulders, moving their lips apart so he could kiss a hot trail down Garett's throat. Garett growled, tightening his grip on Adrian's ass, squeezing.

"Maybe these clothes are getting in the way." Garett grumbled. Adrian laughed against his throat quietly, licking at his Adam's apple that bobbed whenever he groaned.

"Then let's go upstairs and get them out of the way, huh?" He asked. Garett nodded in agreement, letting Adrian down to the floor again. Adrian led the way up the stairs, Garett following close behind him, obviously eyeing Adrian's butt in his pants. They went to the third room on the left to a rather plain room with a fluffy double bed waiting to be used.

Adrian undid his belt and set it down on the nearby nightstand. Garett took his cue and pulled off his clothes, walking to the side of the bed as he undid his leather pants. He shimmied out of them and let them hit the floor before he got on the bed and sat with his back to the wall, legs parted to reveal the throbbing organ between them. Adrian hesitated, staring at it longingly before he hurried undid his pants and tossed them aside.

"There's a condom on the nightstand, by the way." Adrian said under his breath as he peeled his shirt off. Garett nodded and pushed aside the bag of Oreos and a contacts case to find the small package. He ripped it open and rolled the condom out onto himself as Adrian climbed on the bed, crawling toward him. Garett smirked, taking Adrian and pulling him into his lap.

Their lips once again reattached in a hungry kiss. Garett nipped and pulled at Adrian's lips with his teeth, making Adrian squirm and moan in his lap. He ran his hands down Adrian's chest, feeling the rock hard abs as he made his way further down. He cupped Adrian between the legs and began to massage him. Adrian moaned, arching his back and grinding himself down on Garett's rough palm, his mouth burying against Garett's throat.

Without stopping his hungry attack on Garett's throat, Adrian reached over to the nightstand and managed to fumble around for the tube of lube he kept handy. He smeared a heavy amount on his fingers, reaching back behind himself to grind his fingers into himself, releasing a long moan at the feel of the cool pressure on his backside and Garett's hand riding up and down his shaft.

Barely able to stand it anymore, Adrian lifted himself in Garett's lap, one hand braced against the wall and the other spreading himself in preparation. Garett's hands drifted to Adrian's hips to guide him down onto his cock. Adrian threw his head back, breathing heavily and hissing as he lowered himself down on top of the biker man. He settled himself down, sucking his breath in sharply between his teeth and the sudden fullness and discomfort that pierced his core. He waited for a moment, kissing at Garett's wet lips for more. Garett was happy to oblige, sucking at his lips until they were swollen. Adrian started to move, grinding himself down on Garett, who grunted and gasped. He wrapped his arms around Adrian and helped him move up and down at a steady pace that made his body tremble for something harder, faster.

Adrian began to move just so, panting and mewling as he sank his nails into Garett's back and breathed hotly against his ear. Garett ground his teeth together, thrusting his hips up to meet Adrian's quick bounces.

In a matter of moments, both men were gasping hard in release. Adrian felt an orgasm more powerful than any other he'd have rip through him, making him cry out and clutch Garett to him tightly. Garett pressed his mouth against Adrian's nipple, nibbling it as he came, breathing heavily.

Adrian slumped again Garett, completely spent as he breathed softly.

"That was amazing." He breathed, inhaling the smokey leather scent of Garett's hair mingled with the sweat that trickled down the man's jaw.

"You're tellin' me," Garett murmured, holding Adrian's chest hard against his cheek, "It's been way too long since I felt something that great." Adrian just smiled dreamily, cradling Garett's head to his chest when he heard the phone ring. The moment of peace shattered and Adrian clenched his teeth while Garett whined like a child.

"Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Who calls this late?" He complained. Adrian rolled his eyes, flicking Garett in the nose, making the biker man huff. Adrian carefully lifted himself from Garett's lap. He felt even more uncomfortable now as he crawled to the nightstand and plucked the phone up off the hook.

"Hello?" Adrian asked dryly.

"Adrian, it's Clyde. S-Something's wrong." Clyde stammered. Adrian blinked, glancing at Garett, who frowned at his alarmed expression. Clyde sounded terrified, voice trembling.

"Clyde, are you all right? What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up on his knees, grimacing at the dull throb in his lower back. Garett sat up as well, rubbing his hand against Adrian's lower back in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort.

"It's Feller," Clyde stuttered, "He's dead. His cell. The blood is everywhere. It's like someone just hacked him up-- Adrian, I don't know what to do!"

"Calm down," Adrian ordered instantly, "I'll be there in a couple minutes. Stay where you are. Don't try to leave."

"Please hurry." Clyde pleaded before the line was cut. Adrian cursed, dropping the phone and getting to his feet. Ignoring the uncomfortable ache in his ass, he snatched up his clothes, putting them on frantically. Garett got up too, jerking his pants on.

"What's the problem?" He asked.

"Feller's been killed." Adrian deadpanned. Garett blinked and looked up, surprised.

"The old guy ya'll brought in?" He asked. Adrian nodded, heading to the dresser and grabbing his belt. He clipped it on, double checking for his weapons and handcuffs. He made his way to the door, Garett at his heels the entire time as he pulled on his t-shirt.

"Where do you think you're goin'?" Adrian asked him suddenly, turning to face him. Garett snorted.

"I ain't lettin' you go in alone." He stated. Adrian glared at him. Normally the sentiment would be sweet and endearing, but Adrian didn't have time to argue with the man.

"I'm an officer of the law. I know what I'm doin'. You're a civilian. Just stay here and I'll call when everything's been straightened out." He ordered, whipping back around and heading down the stairs.

"Like hell ya are." Garett retorted, hurrying down the stairs after him. Adrian wanted to handcuff the man to the radiator is what he wanted to do, but he was wasting time arguing with the man, so he didn't answer as he grabbed his coat on the way out. Garett snathed his leather jacket back, shrugging it on as they hurried out to the squad car. Adrian started the engine and shot out of the driveway, picking up the radio.

"Calling all units, report to base, we have a code 40." He said sternly, then waited, frowning at the static. He smacked the radio against the dash, only to make it crackle further.

"Damn it." He cursed. Garett frowned, taking the radio from Adrian before he broke the thing.

"Who made the call?" He asked.

"Clyde," Adrian answered blankly, pushing his foot down on the gas as they entered town, "And he sounded shaken, which is more than enough to tell me something is seriously wrong. We need to hurry." Garett only nodded. Adrian spun into the parking lot and slammed on the brakes once they parked. They climbed out, Adrian taking his pistol out and flicking the safety off. Garett frowned as he followed close behind.

"Where are the rest of your officer buddies?" He asked as they made their way to the side door that led to the jail cells. Adrian took out his keys to get inside, glancing around uneasily.

"I don't know. That's what's scarin' me." He admitted. Garett frowned at that. He admired the fact that Adrian managed to stay calm, however. The man was definitely a trained officer. Adrian managed to get the door open, tucking his keys away as he pointed his gun in first before carefully inching in as he checked the cells, freezing as they approached Feller's cell.

Sure enough, the cell was a disaster. Blood was splattered across the walls, oozing thickly. Whatever was left of Feller's corpse was just a mushy pile of broken bones and shredded flesh laying in a sea of bright red blood that had spread out into the hallway.

Adrian dropped his gun with a gasp and stumbled back. Garett barely managed to catch him, trying to help him stand.

"W-What the..." Adrian could barely finish, bile rising in his throat at the sight. He managed to swallow hard, though. Garett gently lowered Adrian down on the floor on his knees, touching his back.

"You got it?" He asked. Adrian nodded shakily, blinking several times and trying to ignore the putrid scent of blood that hovered like a thick cloud in the air. He grabbed his gun up, trying to steady his hands as he rose to his feet, Garett beside him the entire time.

"Where's Clyde?" Garett asked, looking around, then back at Adrian, who was trying to concentrate.

"Uhm," Adrian fumbled for words, "Office. He might be in the main office."

"Then let's check there." Garett said gently, taking Adrian by the arm. Adrian shuddered and looked away, pressing his face against Garett's chest. Garett blinked, then put his arms tightly around Adrian, cradling the man's face to his chest. To Garett's surprise, Adrian still didn't cry or scream or panic. He was shaken, definitely, but who wouldn't be? The man in the cell had been completely mutilated. Garett swallowed at the vomit that threatened to rise at the sight of it. He looked away and carefully led Adrian away from the cell. He kept a protective arm around Adrian's waist as the man tried to compose himself, holding his gun close for protection.

The two made their way out of the jailing room and into the hallway. Adrian headed toward the lobby that connected to the main office. As he drew nearer, his stomach coiled tightly into a knot at the sight of blood splattered across the computer screen. Sitting at it was the receptionist, her blue eyes staring into nothingness, her back was completely ripped open, everything spilling out onto the floor in hot, bloody heaps. Adrian instantly took a step back and Garett hissed, stepping in front of Adrian to block his gaze.

"Clyde," Adrian stammered, "We have to find Clyde." Garett nodded, struggling to keep his breathing steady as he looked around with narrowed eyes until he spotted a closet. He nudged his head toward it and Adrian took the hint. He managed to contain himself as he led the way to the closet where blood was pooling out. Adrian held his breath, preparing himself for the worst as he peered inside. Another officer lay at the back of the closet, head tossed back against the wall, blood pouring out from a shotgun wound to his gut.

Adrian gaped and backed up into Garett, who backed up another step. A flash of movement made Garett snap his head in time for a shotgun butt to hit him over the head, sending him slamming into the ground like a pile of bricks. Adrian gasped and whirled around to aim his gun at their attacker, but the man knocked the gun away from him, then slammed the shotgun butt into Adrian's nose, effectively breaking it.

Adrian gasped and fell back on the floor, reaching up to cup his nose, blinking past the tears that blurred his vision of Garett's unconscious body on the floor. He lifted his eyes and froze as he saw Clyde breathing hard, holding the shotgun. Blood caked the front of his clothes, his baby blue eyes wild and angry as he spat at Garett. He aimed the shotgun and Adrian shouted angrily, lunging to his feet, ignoring the blinding pain in his nose.

He slammed into Clyde, sending him smashing into the nearby desk. Clyde snarled and wrestled him off, kicking him hard in the gut. Adrian grunted and hit the floor again on his back, hissing in pain.

"Faggot," Clyde spat at him angrily, breathing hard, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Adrian breathed hard, blinking past the pain as he stared up at Clyde in utter confusion.

"What're you doin'?" He breathed in pain. Clyde narrowed his eyes, curling his lip as he pointed the shotgun down at him.

"You know what I'm fuckin' doin'. I've had to put up with this stupid bullshit for way too long. I tried to like you, I did. You're a real nice fella, Adrian, but I cannot fuckin' stand your faggotry. Ain't you picked up a Bible, son? Leviticus, boy! Leviticus! Man shall not lie with another man as he does with a woman!" He snarled, then slammed the butt of the shotgun into his gut. Adrian groaned, rolling over onto his side, breathing hard as he struggled to get up, but Clyde hit him again in the back.

"Ain't you heard of the New Testament?" Adrian managed to wheeze. Clyde fumed and dropped down, grabbing Adrian and rolling him onto his back. He backhanded him hard across the face, then spat at him. Adrian seethed in pain and anger, blinking back tears of both.

"Don't feed me your stupid gay bullshit! Don't try to justify the garbage you do! You and all them other damned faggots!" He barked. Adrian glared at him, then blinked.

"Wait... Wait, others?" He asked.

"YES, others," Clyde seethed, grabbing Adrian by the throat and making him gasp, "You and all them other homos! I know what my job is now. God came to me and He told me that He wants your kind eradicated from His land! So die!" He repeatedly slammed Adrian's head into the floor. Adrian choked, digging his nails into Clyde's arm, gasping for breath.

Pain exploded in his skull each time Clyde slammed it into the floor. Fear shot through him, heating his blood as he remembered Feller's corpse, and the receptionist. He lifted his legs, clasping his knees on either side of Clyde and flipping him off. Clyde slammed into the nearby desk after tripping over Garett, who still laid on the floor. Adrian spat blood from his mouth, blinking rapidly against the darkness that threatened to overcome him. He reached around for his pistol until he felt the barrel of Clyde's shotgun against the back of his head, making him go still.

"You ain't gettin' away from me, boy." Clyde sneered, laying his finger over the trigger. Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, tensing his body in preparation to make an attempt to whip around and snatch the shotgun, but Garett suddenly shot up from the floor and threw the shotgun away. Clyde yelped in shock, looking up as Garett slammed his fist into his jaw. Clyde hit the floor and Garett went to work on pounding his face black and blue. Adrian breathed hard, struggling to his feet as he grabbed at Garett's shoulder.

"G-Garett," Adrian panted, "Stop! We need him alive!"

"I know that," Garett snorted, pausing as he gripped the front of Clyde's shirt, his bloodied fist clenched over Clyde's face, "But ain't mean he gotta look pretty no more." He pounded Clyde one last time in the nose. Clyde's head fell back limply as he slipped into unconsciousness. Adrian sighed, stepping back and letting Garett stand up.

"Are you okay?" Adrian asked shakily, looking at Garett's arm with a grimace to see that the stitches had ripped there, smearing blood across his arm. He reached up behind Garett's head, running his fingers through the man's hair to feel the blood caked there from the blow to the head he received. Garett shrugged, reaching up to cup Adrian's face, grimacing at the broken nose.

"I'd be better if ya let me kill 'im." He grunted, stroking his thumb across Adrian's cheekbone that was split open. Adrian shook his head, then reached to his belt, taking out his walkie and trying to reach the other officers.

"So you think he was the one the news was talkin' 'bout?" Garett asked, looking down at Clyde and nudging him with the toe of his boot. Adrian frowned, putting his walkie away and taking out his handcuffs, kneeling down to clasp them on Clyde's wrists.

"Probably. Clyde is kinda new to town. I don't know too much 'bout the story, unfortunately. My mama ain't got no television." He admitted with a sigh, then stood up. Garett shrugged, putting his arms around Adrian and holding him close to his chest. Adrian sighed, letting himself sink into Garett's arms.

"I'm just glad he's outta commission." He murmured against Garett's chest. Garett nodded, squeezing Adrian to him tightly to him. They waited as the other officers managed to arrive along with three state squad cars and an ambulance. The cops surrounded the ambulance as they rolled Clyde in, another ambulance arriving for the other three bodies in the building.

Adrian sat in the opening of his squad car, drinking hot coffee with a warm blanket tossed over him as a medic stitched up his split open cheek. Another medic finished redoing Garett's stitches before wandering off to write the report. The sheriff, a gruff looking man with a dark goatee to match his military cut hair style, came over with a stern frown, making Adrian stand up.

"You all right, boys?" He asked. The younger men nodded as one. The sheriff sighed, reaching up to tip his hat back and give his head a scratch.

"A damn shame 'bout Roy, Dana, and Feller, though. Called Roy's mama and Dana's family down here so we can do some reports. Can't get a hold of Feller's grandson, though. We'll have to try again in the morning." He said. Adrian just nodded. The sheriff glanced between them, then cleared his throat.

"Well. Anyway. I'mma head off with the state to see 'bout Clyde. You're in charge, Deputy. And be on standby for my call. We'll need you and your, uh, friend's statements." He said. Adrian nodded. The sheriff tipped his hat, then walked away, leaving Garett and Adrian to stand in silence.

"So," Garett sighed, "That was probably the most eventful first date I ever had in my entire life." Adrian raised an eyebrow, looking at him, then looking down into his coffee.

"I get it if a second date is out of the question." He responded. Garett scoffed.

"You kiddin' me? Gonna take a lot more than a psycho Biblical murderer to scare me off. You're stuck with me." He answered. Adrian smiled at that, then leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on the man's stubbled cheek. Garett smirked, capturing Adrian's lips in a hungry kiss that was interrupted by the sound of sirens wailing as the squad cars pulled away.

Leaving Garett and Adrian to finish their kiss.