Walking Seperate Paths - Chapter III

Title: Walking Separate Paths
Author: Tara
Rating: R/NC-17 (m/f, m/m)
Pairings: Benson/Stabler, Stabler/Beecher, Beecher/Keller, Keller/m
Summary: This is technically an AU: We know that OZ is definitely in NY, and Stabler’s wife Kathy hasn’t left yet. This is set around OZ Season 5. A child prostitution ring leaves Elliot with new answers to his own origins, and redefines a new meaning for family. I suck at writing Summaries, but this is one of my better pieces of fanfic, so enjoy.

CHAPTER III

Augustus Hill:

“Here’s a story all of you should know…

And Adam knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, and said, I have gotten a man from the LORD. And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground. And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell. And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? And if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him. And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him. And the LORD said unto Cain, ‘Where is Abel thy brother?’ And he said, ‘I know not: Am I my brother's keeper?’

What makes violence, hmmm? Is it the punching, the slapping, the hitting that one man does to another? What really defines violence? Anyone here in OZ could tell you that violence doesn’t have to be physical. Violence can be mental anguish, sexual frustration or any number of things. We rape, torture, maim, and harass each other enough to know every day that violence is one of those things that remains a constant. What really made Cain different from Abel? Did Eve love one of them more than the other? Did God? What makes one of them a killer and the other a martyr?”

Oswald State Prison, Albany, 7:34 a.m.

Toby was on an island, one of those beautiful big tropical islands with white sand and crystal blue water. He could feel the heat of the sun on his skin, almost too hot in each caress across his sweaty flesh. He knew that he was naked, and his skin felt so deliciously alive, he was on his back on the rough sand, and he swore he could feel each pore in his body. His eyes were closed, and he could see the reflection of the sun behind his eyelids, red and smoky pink.

He could feel the edge of a fingernail slowly trail its way from the top of his shoulder across the ticklish flesh of the underside of his arm, to curl in his palm. He felt the fingernail trace patterns in his palm, and curl their fingers around his own. The action was repeated with the other hand, until their hands clasped gently on each side. A shadow blocked the sun from his eyelids, the pink and red hues vanishing as the person behind him leaned down above him from behind, their lips touching gently at first, the strange sensation of kissing upside-down new and erotic in its own way.

The lips on his were firm and more insistent, and sucked on his bottom lip in a way that made him shiver. The fingernails resumed their patterns on his flesh as they kissed, making him squirm under the erotic assault on his flesh. He couldn’t take it any more, he was somewhere between ticklish and sensual, his breath catching on a moan from his mouth, caught between the smiling lips of his lover.

“Chris…”

His lover chuckled.

Toby’s eyes popped open. He was definitely not on a tropical island, but he was definitely naked, and there was definitely an enthusiastic mouth tugging on his bottom lip, sucking it between their lips and worrying it gently with their teeth.

“Chris…mmm…Chris, please, at least let me brush my teeth.”
Chris smirked against his lips, letting them go for the moment, and pulled back, allowing Toby to swing his legs over and off of the bunk. Toby padded to the sink, well aware that he was being ogled from behind. He made a point not to stare back in the mirror, quickly brushing his teeth and rinsing in the sink. He stepped over to the john and pissed, idly scratching his balls as he did, smirking to himself as he flushed, leisurely made his way over to his trunk, and began picking out clothes. He stood, about to pull a shirt over his head when he felt arms snake around his waist from behind, pulling him flush against a solid wall of warm muscle from head to toe. Damn the bastard, he hadn’t even heard him move. He smiled to himself though. He had made Chris come to him, which was always amusing, because he very rarely got the upper hand.

Tilting his head back onto Chris’s shoulder, he mewled in the back of his throat as those teeth nipped at his neck, moving down to the junction between shoulder and neck to suck at the skin there. One of his hands came up over Chris’ head to hold him there, to make him continue, to beg him to continue. He felt, rather than heard his lover’s chuckle as he whimpered in the back of his throat. Suddenly, Chris pulled away, turning him in his arms so that they could rest loosely on his waist, his hands making patterns on Toby’s lower back, occasionally dipping to cup a buttock firmly.

“Tell me…tell me what you want.” Chris’s voice was husky and low and Toby thrust against him, their shafts rubbing together in a way he knew drove Chris crazy. Chris panted into his neck, his hands clutching at Toby’s hair as he bent to pull a nipple between his teeth, tugging gently. Playing with the other nipple, he pulled his face away from Chris’ chest to nip his bottom lip gently. “Let me fuck you, let me ride you and watch you looking at me.”

If he hadn’t known Chris so well by now, he would never have seen the shadow pass in front of his eyes, or the tiny resignation he saw there. Then it was gone, as though he had imagined it all, and he received a playful kiss back, and Chris pulled from him, padding over to the bottom bunk, stretching out across it, one arm behind his lead, and one leg bent. His actions looked idle, but Toby knew better. Chris was deliberate, like a panther stalking its prey. He was the only person Toby had ever met who was as comfortable naked as he was clothed. His dick was leaking just a bit onto his stomach, and Toby could smell his arousal from here. Pulling the tube of lube from under the pillow by Chris’ head, he smirked.

“You know, if you didn’t jack off so much we’d have more of this. Now I have to order more and pray that it actually gets here in the mail.”

“Toby, if you don’t get hell over here and fuck me we’re never going to be able to finish before the wake up call. And you know what a bitch I can be when I’m…interrupted.”

Toby straddled his lover, refusing to even dignify that comment with an answer. Instead, he fisted Chris’s cock in his hand, gently tugging at his balls with the other. Chris moaned, pushing up into Toby’s hands, his legs tensing around Toby’s thighs.

“Please, Toby.” His hands were fisting in the sheet on the bed, his hips pumping in time with the rhythm Toby set.

Toby chuckled. “Please what?” This was a rare moment, he was in control and he was going to set the pace.

Chris glared. “Suck me, damn it, please, just suck me.”

Toby’s smile was not lost on Chris, who would have vowed revenge if a warm mouth hadn’t enclosed his cock at that very moment, sucking and squeezing in a rhythm that drove him insane. He bit back a moan behind his teeth, having just the barest control over his mind so that he didn’t moan aloud.

Fuck, he was NOT going to give Toby the satisfaction of hearing him…“Oh, Fucking Christ! Toby please, baby please.” Fuck control, he was getting head, no man had control when getting head. Scratch that, no man had control when getting AMAZING fucking head.

Toby timed it perfectly, pulling up just as Chris was about to come, a keen of disappointment awarding him for his efforts. Carefully, he bent and lifted Chris to his mouth, rimming him gently, pulling down on his balls just enough to prevent Chris from coming. He felt, rather than heard his lover’s growls of frustration as he scissored two lubed fingers carefully inside, the passage slowly loosening to his efforts.

Continuing to stroke Chris, he pushed gently inside, slowly easing inward as he stretched out full length on Chris, sucking his tongue into his mouth. He set a gentle rhythm, and adjusted his angle to benefit Chris, knowing that this wasn’t always the best way to hit the prostate on each downstroke. Groans from Chris’ mouth told him when he had it right, and he began to move faster, his tongue mimicking his cock’s rhythm. Toby knew that the both of them wouldn’t last much longer, and he stroked Chris as he fucked him with his cock and tongue.

Chris came in a groan all over his chest and hands, Toby filling him a moment later, pushing as deep inside as he could go, feeling the walls around his cock spasm with Chris’ orgasm. They lay there for a moment, panting and kissing and feeling as much as they could touch without moving.

Chris nibbled on the shell of his ear. “I love you, Toby. Don’t you ever forget that.”

The sound of the buzzer overhead was definitely an unwelcome intrusion, but they knw better than to whine about it. Chris moved out from under him, but was stopped by Toby’s hand on his face. “I love you too, and I’ll always be here for you, don’t ever forget that.”

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1 Police Plaza, Manhattan, 9:58 a.m.

“I don’t understand, George. Is this a joke?” Don was actually beginning to sweat, the heat from the enclosed room and the strain of being up all night finally wearing on his nerves.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but it’s definitely not a joke. It isn’t him, you have to know that. From what I can put together, they might be identical twins. Did Elliot ever mention having a twin brother to you? Would Olivia know?”

Huang looked genuinely agitated now; they both were. George had seen the photo only moments before entering, and his shock was definitely not a normal reaction for him. As a trained clinical psychologist, there wasn’t much that could shock him anymore, but his initial reaction to seeing Elliot’s twin, a repeated rape victim and convicted criminal laid out in full color on the table was like a shot to the belly. It was like seeing Elliot in a new light.

This man was obviously harder, more ragged around the edges, but there was definitely something in the face that Huang had seen enough to understand intimately as a definite hardness, a cold retractable stare. He had seen Elliot deliver that stare to many pedophiles, and rapists, and now, seeing it on another man’s face, so much harder than Elliot’s own was giving them both chills.

Huang studied the face for one more moment before pulling his eyes away. There was something else there too, a tilt of the smile, or maybe it was the eyes. This man was sex, and he definitely knew it. George was startled to find himself hardening in his pants, and he shifted awkwardly to try to relieve the pressure. Don noticed his squirm and narrowed his eyes. Don knew he was gay, they all did, but the department was as straight as they come, and being a gay law enforcement officer was something no one talked about. This evidence of Huang’s “gayness” was enough to make Don even more uncomfortable, and he cleared his throat. “You okay?”

“Yes, just fine, it is a little warm in here though.” He waited half a second before continuing. “I don’t know what’s in store, Don, but it’s definitely not good. Keller is in jail, serving his time, and he’s not going to be getting out anytime soon, but there’s definitely something going on. Something doesn’t add up, and from what I can tell, someone’s been trying to sweep something under the carpet. I’ll try to track down some more information about it, and I’ll brief you later on.”

Don nodded.

“Don’t say anything about Keller to anyone. When Cayhill arrives just allow him to do the talking. I don’t know what he’s going to ask you for, but it’s definitely going to be big.”

Don nodded towards the glass. “How do you know that no one’s watching us now? Aren‘t you going to be in major shit once they find out?”

Huang’s smile was calculated. He smirked. “There’s someone outside the door. They’ll tap twice when Cahill gets here. That’s not the important part though. The important part is breaking this to Elliot. I’m sure he has enough on his plate right now without finding out that he has a brother, and oh, yeah, he’s also a convicted felon and rape victim.”

Huang’s humor was uncharacteristic, but definitely appreciated. Don relaxed, and said, “I don’t know, and at this point your guess is as good as mine. What do you think?”

They were interrupted by two sharp raps on the glass, and Huang’s eyes met his.

“Follow my lead.”


TBC...