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[b][u][center]A Pleasure to Detain You

for bbbuuu

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

"Well, that was a boring night," Nick muttered as he hopped out of the driver's side of the patrol car. "Nothing happened."

"That's the kind of night we like, Nick. Or should I say, Officer Wilde?"

The fox rolled his eyes as Judy called him by the 'job name.' He still wasn't used to having a badge or being called an officer, and considering how long he had been pulling cons and scams at the edges of the ZPD's awareness, it almost felt wrong. Almost like a costume rather than the new him. And yet...

He rubbed the badge on his chest, stroking his thumb over it and displacing the bit of dust that had fallen over it. He'd earned that. This was a new life, and...

Yeah.

Yeah.

"Come on," Judy said, the bunny waving at him. "Don't want to miss clocking out, do you?"

"Heh, not tonight."

"Got a hot date lined up or something?"

"Or something," Nick said, following her out from the parking garage and into the precinct proper. "You know how it is. I don't settle for anything but the - oh, boy..."

Nick and Judy came to a sudden halt as they entered the precinct's main room. Usually, the front desk - a circular thing manned by the fattest cheetah that Nick had ever met - was a calm place, quiet save for a little conversation between Clawhauser and whatever officer happened to be passing through. During the middle of the day, officers might come through with a single prisoner for processing, but that was as much as they tended to see.

Not today. Nick could just about make out a half-dozen cuffed individuals lunging for each other in front of the main desk, and there were twice as many officers keeping hands away from throats, not to mention claws and teeth. The red fox watched with his head cocked to the side, slowly shaking his head.

"And I thought that 'Howler cuffs were bad..."

"Nick. We don't talk about that," Judy muttered.

"Yeah, yeah. What do you think? Bar fight?"

"Oooh, good call. Hmmm...yeah, probably."

It was the first time that the fox had seen the results of a collar down at a bar, but he'd seen enough of them while on patrol to know how it looked. Someone got pissed off, that feeling spread through the crowd of not-entirely-sober individuals, and by the time that the police got there, everyone was looking for a fight. The way that the cluster of animals were growling and snarling at each other by the front desk made it very clear to him, at least, that some of them were drunk and more concerned about throwing the last punch than they were with proving themselves innocent. He started to turn away -

Then a flash of long ears caught his eye.

[i]The hell - oh, Fin, you gotta be kidding me...[/i]

It was only a flash, but there was no mistaking [i]those[/i] ears. Long and flicking around, and attached to someone that short, it could only be Finnick. He'd meant to meet up with his friend after his and Judy's patrol, but if he guessed right, then that had just become much more complicated.

As the other cops hauled the ruffians out of the way, he and Judy walked up to the front desk. Clawhauser slowly poked his head over the desk-top, looking nervously from one side to the other.

"Are they gone?" the desk jockey asked.

"Oh, yeah, all the scary ne'er-do-wells are long gone. What was that about, anyway?" Nick asked, leaning on the desk. "Haven't seen anything like that since the 'Howler arrests."

"We're not supposed to talk about that!" Clawhauser hissed. "Even if it's true."

"Clawhauser. The whole mess there?" Nick repeated.

"Oh, right."

Just like that, the cheetah was standing normally, grinning like the cat who'd got the cream. No surprise for Nick; Clawhauser had always struck him as a gossip, and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't a little pleased to be proven right.

"Well, you see, there was this whole mess of a thing down at a bar. You know, the kind of thing that starts small and gets bigger and bigger as people get more and more upset?"

Nick and Judy nodded.

"Well, everyone else showed up. It was really just a little tiff between two people, but once ZPD was on the scene, everyone had something to say. Some wanted to defend this guy or that, and some of them wanted the fight to keep going, and some of them just [i]really[/i] didn't like ZPD being there. Nobody got hurt or anything, but nobody would calm down either, so they just dragged everyone down to the station to give them a reality check."

"So...most of them are going to be cut loose?" Nick asked.

"Oh, yeah. Once they've calmed down, everyone but the bull and the tiger that started it are going to be let loose."

[i]Whew...at least Finnick wasn't involved in the actual fight.[/i]

Still, the fact that they weren't letting anyone go until they cooled off...That could be minutes or hours, depending on the officer that ended up talking to the fennec. Finnick had never been...great...with the cops, and if he was already riled up from a bar-fight, then there was every reason that he would keep pushing buttons until someone got pissed off with him. And considering that they were supposed to meet up and have a good time post-patrol, that was gonna screw with his plans and then some.

But...

Clawhauser was still going on about the various ins and outs of the drama of the whole thing as Nick and Judy extricated themselves from the conversation, walking around the desk and toward the back rooms of the station. The rabbit elbowed him in the side as soon as the cheetah was no longer in ear-shot.

"What are you thinking?"

"Carrots, who says I'm thinking anything?"

"That grin on your smug face," Judy said, chuckling. "Now, spill it."

"Heh, you know me too well."

"Yes, I do. Now, come on. Out with it."

"Well, I was just thinking. Could you do me a teensy-weensy little favor?"

"...It's going to get dirty, isn't it?"

"Maaaaaybe."

#

Five minutes and a small jot of paperwork later, Nick was on his way to the interrogation rooms. Judy would be following behind once they were sure that everything was properly set up, but he had a few things that he could do anyway. After all, the officer taking custody of someone that had been taken in had a few responsibilities of their own. He whistled as he swung the first aid kit forward and back, imagining the look of shock that Finnick was going to have on his face as soon as Nick walked through the door.

[i]Heh, he isn't going to see this one coming.[/i]

The red fox paused at the door, adjusted his uniform, and took a deep breath. It had been a while since they'd had the sort of fun that they used to enjoy; all the work that the ZPD demanded of its officers - and the fact that he needed to keep a clean record these days - meant that they hadn't seen each other for almost two weeks. He needed this, and he was pretty sure that Fin did, too.

[i]Not to mention that this is doing him a huge favor in getting him outta here without any further problems.[/i]

Well, time to fix that. Nick put that smile right back on his face and pushed the door open. No sooner had it cracked from the frame than Finnick started spewing his vitriol.

"Oh, fucking finally. Look, I told ya in the car on the way here, I told ya at the bar, I told ya over and over again, I ain't the hot-head that you want to throw in a cell. How much fucking more do ya wanna hear about a bar-fight that I wasn't even -"

"Well, hello, Fin."

"...Oh, fucking hell."

It took everything Nick had to not bust a gut laughing at the pure irritation in Finnick's voice. He took a step into the room, shut the door behind him, and locked it. A quick glance at the mirrored window on the far side showed nothing, of course - it was meant to hide anyone that might have been watching behind it, after all - but the camera was still just visible. The red light under the lens was still shining bright, so for now, he had to be a good boy and not do some of the things he really wanted to do.

He looked back at Finnick. The smaller fox, for all that he insisted he hadn't been part of the fight, sure as hell looked like he'd been dragged into it. There were several long cuts along his muzzle, as well as a bruise starting to show under his right eye. Nothing serious, but a fair bit that looked pretty uncomfortable. Nick shook his head as he sat on the table.

"So, what happened?"

"The hell you need to know about it?"

"Well, I [i]am[/i] the one that's gotta take your statement, you know," Nick said, flicking the first aid box open. "And besides, just because I'm a cop now doesn't mean I stopped caring about you. You know that."

"Ugh."

"And besides, if someone roughed up your cute little face -"

"Watch it, Nick."

"That's Officer Wilde on the job, Fin."

He pinched the fennec's cheek ever so gently, giving him a playful shake before letting go. Good thing that his old partner in crime was completely shackled to the chair, though; he was pretty sure that little act would have gotten him slugged into next week if he had done that any other time. He chuckled at the blushing shock on Fin's face, shaking his head as he pulled a bandage free.

"So, what happened? If you weren't part of the fight, why do you look like this?"

"Look, I didn't start nothing."

"I didn't say you did, Fin," he said, peeling off the back of a bandage and lining it up with one of the muzzle scrapes. "But you look like someone got a pretty good hit in."

"You should see the other - I mean..."

Finnick gritted his teeth as Nick cocked his head to the side. He could just barely see his own knowing expression reflected in the fennec's eyes, and bit back the chuckle that wanted to follow. It wasn't the time for it, and he doubted that his old partner would really appreciate it.

"The other guy, huh?"

"...Fuck it," Finnick muttered, the chains on his arms rattling as he tried and failed to cross them over his chest. "Look, I didn't start shit, but that other guy? He just took a swing at me while I was trying to enjoy a beer. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor, and he's starting shit with a tiger."

"And because you're the little hot-head that you are, you're not going to just let it go, are you?"

"Sure as shit not," Finnick said, shaking his head. "Got up and gave him a bottle over the back of his head."

"That's it?"

"Hey, I ain't crazy, Nick. I'm not going to send the asshole to the hospital and get charged for it."

[i]Could still get charged for something with that if the camera's still on,[/i] Nick thought, pulling another bandage from the box and using it as an excuse to look back at the camera again. [i]So, you get it done in time, Carrots?[/i]

A glance back at the camera confirmed that the red light was off. For how long, he didn't know, but probably long enough that the little 'confession' hadn't been caught properly. Whether Judy was still behind the glass or not, he didn't know; he'd just asked her to unplug the camera and make sure that the rest of the regs were all followed to keep the other cops from coming down this end of the interrogation rooms. He wanted this all to himself for this.

"So, you didn't start the fight, and you didn't keep it going. Sounds like you don't really belong here, Finnick."

"Yeah, well, 'Officer' Wilde, ain't like you can just let me go, can you?"

"Well, I [i]am[/i] the officer keeping custody of you now, and that means that - provided you aren't showing signs of being a violent deviant - I can let you go anytime I want."

"...Heh, in that case." Fin leaned back in his chair. "How about ya let me go, and we get back to -"

"Ah, ah."

Nick couldn't let the opportunity pass him by. Tweaking the fennec's nose, he hopped down from the table and circled it, walking around the large, silver surface with his head tilted to the side and his broad, fluffy tail flicking back and forth behind him.

"I can't just let you go after you admitted to such an [i]angry[/i] response. Why, you could be a danger to the public if you get all riled up again. And that would be [i]such[/i] a risk to public safety, wouldn't it? I would be a [i]terrible[/i] officer if I just cut you loose without being [i]completely[/i] sure that you weren't going to take your temper out on someone else."

"Nick, I swear -"

"Officer Wilde, Fin."

"You little -"

"Officer Wilde. Come on. You can do it," he said as he finished lapping the table, hopping back on it and crossing one leg over the other as he looked down at the other fox. "Just one time."

"..."

"Mmmm, I might need to keep you here overnight."

"Fucking do it, ya asshole. I'm not going to call you shit."

"Hmmm, and that's why I can't just cut you loose. Fortunately, I know just how to handle you when you're like this."

With the biggest grin that he'd had in a while, Nick kicked his friend's chair back from the table. It was simple, but forceful, and Fin grunted as he slid back a full foot and a half from the interrogation table. His ears barely poked out over the top of the table, now, and he glared with his face burning red.

Then it turned a different shade of red as Nick dropped down between the other fox's knees. The restraints kept Fin from pulling his legs together, his ankles pinned to the chair legs, and his arms were trapped to the sides of his seat. It meant that Nick had all the freedom in the world to reach between his thighs, rubbing his fingers along his partner's legs, and going higher and higher, right to the zipper and the little bulge that was already getting bigger right beneath it.

"Mmmm, we both know how you just need to vent a little steam every now and then," Nick said, chuckling as he leaned closer. "And I know just how to make that happen."

"[i]Are you insane?![/i]" Finnick hissed. "Nick, here? You - have ya lost your fucking - nnngh!"

It didn't take much. Just a lick, really. Well, one lick, and then another, and another, teasing the fabric around the growing bulge. It didn't take long to get a tent going in Fin's pants, and the fennec's voice pitched higher and quieter as he whimpered and squirmed in the chair.

"N-Nick, ya - ya gotta stop! What if - nnngh - ya can't - fuck!"

"Mmmm..."

It was a rare opportunity to have Finnick on the ropes like this. Usually, their various bits of bondage gear were wrapped around him, keeping the larger red fox from being able to get free. The number of times that he'd been tied up in the back of Fin's van with his arms behind his back and his legs spread so that the other fox could get a toy - or more - up his ass had been more than he could count. All good times, of course, and all very willingly done, but it had been his place every single time.

Until now.

[i]Starting to see why Fin likes being in charge like this,[/i] he thought, slowly thumbing the other male's crotch, pulling at the button and teasing it open. [i]I'm going to like seeing him squirm from down here. And he's so hard already...mmm, just for me...and so helpless to stop me...[/i]

Looking up, he could just make out Fin flicking his head from one side of the room to the other. He kept looking from the camera to the door to the window at the other end of the room, clearly freaking out, but his boner refused to go down. Still, his care was clear.

[i]Heh. Nice to know that you want this to work out for me, Fin. Good for you.[/i]

But they were safe. The door was locked, the camera was off, and the only one that might be watching through the window was the only one that he didn't care if they saw or not. Judy had seen him naked a few times on stake-outs - though nothing had happened - and he had done the same. Neither of them cared for the other in that way. This, however? If she happened to have stuck around out of curiosity, then he didn't mind giving her a show. Hell, he would make sure that it was a damn good one just in case.

He tilted his head forward, catching the zipper with his tongue and giving it a slow pull. Fin's whine got much louder as he dragged it down, down, down, pulling it out of the way in short order. The bulge in the other fox's briefs was already thick and hard, and he could smell the pre-cum that was coming free. Not raunchy, really, not unwashed, but very much that sort of man-smell that always permeated the air during sex. He chuckled, kissing the ball-bulge first, then slowly working his way up.

"Ya - nnngh - ya son of - ah - a bitch..."

Fin's voice was still so quiet, clearly not wanting to attract attention. He squirmed, making the little chains around him rattle again and again. Seeing and feeling the muscles in the fennec's thighs straining as he tried to squeeze his legs shut only made the whole thing hotter to Nick.

It was so strange and new being the one in charge like this. It was fucking hot.

Unzipping his own pants, he slowly fished out his dick and stroked it slowly, teasing it from base to tip in gradual strokes. It didn't take long to get hard as a rock, and it took even less time to fish Fin's dick from his briefs, pulling the throbbing, dripping thing towards his muzzle. Fin kept shaking his head, huffing and puffing the whole time, trying to get a word out edgewise, but Nick wasn't giving him a chance. He had played with this thing too many times to give Fin even a hint of space; he knew every sensitive spot, every pleasurable nerve on that shaft, and he played with it the way that a virtuoso played an instrument before an audience.

Lick.

Suck.

Kiss.

Lick.

A little nibble just under the balls, right where they pressed against the taint.

In short order, Fin was dripping, oozing like a busted pipe. Nick dragged his tongue up along the shaft, teasing it from left to right with his tongue as he looked Fin right in the eye.

"Bas...bast...bastard..."

It was so different to see the slick hot-head grunting and huffing like he barely had a brain in his head. No matter how much he was trying to hold back, he couldn't quite hide how much this was getting to him, and for Nick, that was the hottest thing of all. Just knowing that he was hitting his friend's buttons this hard was almost more than he could ask for, and he would have giggled if he didn't have a mouthful of dick.

As he sucked it right to the root, the chains clattered again, and he knew that Finnick would have yanked him down and held him there if the little guy had been free. Instead, Finnick had to 'suffer' the embarrassment of being completely helpless.

[i]Don't know if he's that hard just from my mouth or if he really likes this, but either way, he's not getting off until I let him...[/i]

Nick bobbed his head up and down, taking his time as he nursed his own cock with his hand. There was a pleasure in just enjoying a cock in his mouth - as most foxes would have been happy to admit - but there was something else this time. Something about taking a bit of control, about showing Finnick that there was some pleasure and power in being the one with a cock in his mouth. It was hard to define, but just hearing those whimpers, feeling those squirms, hearing the little rattles of the chains jingling as Fin tried and failed to move: it all added up to a bigger, harder, hornier erection for him than ever before.

Throb.

Suck.

Throb.

Stroke.

Nick never used his hands on Finnick. The fennec's cock was long and hard enough that it might have been good to give it a little extra digital attention, but Nick was having a good enough time with just his mouth that he didn't feel the need to take it much further. Instead, he focused his hands on his own equipment, jerking his cock and occasionally fondling his balls as he bobbed his head.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Finnick started bucking against his chains, trying and failing to get his cock a little further down the red fox's throat. It was barely more than a little nudge here and there, perhaps getting a fraction of an inch deeper from time to time, but it was never much. Certainly, it wasn't giving the fennec the sort of satisfaction that he clearly wanted from the grunts of frustration that always followed. He thumped his heels against the legs of the chair, huffing and puffing as Nick took the shaft down his throat again.

And again.

And again.

[i]Mmmph...damn...Going to have to...remember this...[/i]

It was an addictive feeling. Not just the sense of power over his friend, but the way that they were doing it in the police station, somewhere where the both of them could get into a lot of trouble, somewhere that could lead to him losing so much. The stakes, the risks, the way that it was so intense and wrong and right all at once -

Fuck, it was good.

Nick slid his head down slowly, only realizing as his nose hit the base of Finnick's cock that he was already on edge himself. He grunted, trying to slow his hand down, but it was too late; he was right on the edge already, and just changing the pace of his strokes -

"Nnngh!"

The red fox came. He brought his other hand up just in time, holding it in front of his cock so he didn't spray it all over the floor, but the sudden spurt still caught him off-guard. The heat against his palm, the spasms of pleasure down below, the sudden bliss of orgasm had him trembling, clenching down...and swallowing.

Swallowing hard.

"Nngh...mmmph...AH!"

Finnick came, too, and Nick had to focus on both his own load and the fennec fox's at the same time, swallowing as much as he could and keeping what didn't want to go down from dribbling out and over his police uniform. The last thing that he needed - even while completely horny-brained - was a collection of cum-stains across the front of his work jacket.

Swallow.

Swallow.

Swallow.

It was a constant chug for nearly half a minute. Finnick had always had some plentiful loads, but it looked like the momentary loss of control had done something for both of them. Nick swallowed hard, clearing his throat before slowly pulling his lips off his friend's dick and getting to his feet.

"That should do it, don't you think?" he said, as if he had done nothing more than offer the fennec a glass of water.

"Ya shouldn't...shouldn't have done that. What if they fire ya?" Fin muttered.

"Well, I don't think that they can do that without a recording."

"...Come the fuck again?"

"Look at the camera; the recording light's off."

Finnick whipped his head back to the camera. This time, Nick felt no shame in the slightest for chuckling as his friend's jaw dropped in abject shock. He pulled out the keys and began the process of undoing all the restraints, humming to himself as he did so.

"When...how..."

"Just asked Judy to give us a little bit of alone time."

"And she fucking did?!"

"Well, we [i]are[/i] partners, and she knows that it's not going to be anything serious. Mostly because you won't let it be, hmm?"

"Grrrr..."

"Hey, be thankful. All you had to do was get a blowjob while you were tied up. I guarantee you that most of the other guys are going to have to prove that they aren't going to be a problem before the ZPD releases them, heh," Nick said, undoing the last restraints at the ankles. "And there you go. You're free to go."

Fin hopped down from his chair and pulled his pants back up. The fennec still looked a little red in the face, and Nick doubted that was going to change for the next day or so. They had never really swapped places like that before, and despite the fact that Nick had been the one to do all the sucking and Fin had never had a dick inside of him, the power dynamic had been...different. And intoxicating.

"You got a ride back to your van?" Nick asked.

"Not really," Fin admitted.

"Hey, how about I give you a ride back?" he suggested, walking to the door. "Or I can take you back to my place for the night, let you sleep off all this, and then you can head back to it in the morning."

"The only way I'm letting ya keep me overnight is if you're in cuffs."

"Heh, I think we can arrange that."

Finnick arched an eyebrow. Nick just grinned. After all, it wouldn't be fair to try something new without giving it a shot from the other side, as well. And maybe, just maybe, Fin would be in the kind of mood where he'd want to try the whole thing rather than just tying him up. Wasn't likely, but there were times when the little guy was far, far, [i]far[/i] more competitive than Nick gave him credit for, and if that was the case this time, then there was every chance that the red fox could get his dick sucked tonight.

Whether he'd cum was a different question.

"Heh...I think I'll take ya up on that."

Finnick slapped his ass as he walked by, and Nick chuckled as he turned off the lights in the interrogation room. He paused at the door to the back room, wondering if he should look in and see if it was empty or not, but if Judy was in there...

Nick decided to leave it a mystery. It would be more fun that way.

"Hey, ya coming?" Fin called.

"Yeah, yeah, you hot-head..."

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Nick finds out that Finnick was pulled into the station, and goes to check on him.

Tags: M/M, Blowjob, Fennec Fox, Fennec, Red Fox, Interrogation Room, Cops, Zootopia, Nick Wilde, Finnick, Bondage, Blowjob, Oral, Orgasm, Masturbation, Cum, Rule 34,