Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 20:59:07</strong>
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				Nestled deep within Chinatown, in one of the stranger and darker neighborhoods, was a sprawling shop announced only by a two-story front with curtains drawn over the windows. The top floor had gauzy red curtains with thick velvet ones over them, but they were always drawn tightly shut, never a single crack of light showing through the center. The bottom floor had two grand, sweeping windows, with traditional latticework frames made from ebony, worth a fortune and clearly antique. There were heavy wooden-and-metal shutters on the outside but during the day they were drawn back, revealing a wide sitting room filled with antique furniture that seemed to come and go. <br><br>Li ran the shop, inherited from his family, making quite a comfortable little profit. <br><br>It was already&nbsp; five thirty in the afternoon and the sun was sinking below the skyscrapers and towering apartment buildings shadowing the little street-level shop. It was spring, and the air was thick with the smell of fresh buns being cooked, Chinese meat being turned on spits, the chatter of people going by the storefront in the melodic, swooping tones of Mandarin and Cantonese. Li spoke both, of course, along with English and a handful of other languages. He had to, to run his business. <br><br>People trailed in and out, stopping in for high-end teas and herbs to use. <br><br>He was popular in the neighborhood - terrifying as well - but his popularity showed at the end of the day when he had a small stack of drawings from neighborhood children stacked atop the small tea table in the center. A little boy was in the shop with his mother, and as his mother looked at the small, meticulous labels in Chinese on the neat gold-trimmed placecards in front of the ornate lacquered Chinese boxes, he chattered on and on about how the night before, he had seen a man walking with a fantastic serpent wrapped around his neck, and how the serpent seemed to be dancing, coming out of the shop.<br><br>His mother scolded him gently for telling tall tales, and Li smiled, handing the little boy a sweet bean cake. <br><br>He scooped some fresh oolong tea leaves into a pretty porcelain bowl, capped it with a matching top, and deftly tied a neat bow. "I'm sure your grandmother will love this tea. Please, give her my regards."<br><br>"How did you know it was for grandmother-" murmured the woman, but Li merely smiled and bowed politely and the woman paid and then excused herself from the shop. <br><br>Li - Lee to the cops that had been stalking around his shop and trying to dig things up on him - shut the front door and got ready to shut down for the day. He walked outside and shut the huge shutters, trailing back into his shop. Without natural light, he lit a few flickering gas lamps, lending a beautiful golden glow to the room.<br><br>He pulled the heavy silk curtains across the windows, then, blocking any last bits of light or sound that might seep out, and looked around. The room was immaculate - huge porcelain urns were tightly capped, scattered about the room, along with huge chests and beautiful couches and chairs. There was a tray of sweet cakes that he'd cooked on the table, and a steaming cup of tea waiting on the sideboard that he picked up, taking a slow sip. He hadn't locked the front door yet, but it was rare for people to try to come in when the windows were closed, as that was when no one could see into the storefront.<br><br>The shadows seemed to dance and shift in the rich room, the golden lamplight making everything more beautiful, everything flawlessly polished. <br><br>There were no electronics to be seen - no television, no alarm system - but no one bothered him. <br><br>He looked at himself in the full-length mirror trimmed in beautiful mahogany. The room smelled faintly of peonies, and a few floated in bowls scattered around the room. He had hair that was long, to his shoulderblades, glossy and black and pulled back in a sleek tail that swung at the base of his neck. He wore a traditional outfit - though as small as he was, he looked quite feminine. He had on a cheongsam, a rich crimson one threaded with gold, slim legs encased in tight black pants that were trimmed in gold. His lips were full, and red, and his eyes were a beautiful grey, icy and cold. He looked mostly Chinese, but his eyes belied the fact that somewhere along the line, Westerners had crept in. He was a rare beauty, gorgeous in his delicacy, slim hands fluttering on the rim of his teacup. He was small, almost a bit fragile looking, yet there was a strength that seemed to curl from within him. He looked like one of the antiques - a memory from another time - on sale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 21:47:30</strong>
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				He watched silently as the gaggles of tourists gathered up their screaming children and made their way through the narrow winding streets, often stopping to stare at some quaint little shop or to marvel at the little old Chinese ladies who managed to carry around shopping seemingly double their body weight.&nbsp; The local's meandered and dawdled, chattering to their friends and most of the women waiting for the large groups of tourists to move on so that they could do their last bits of grocery shopping done and get home in time to greet their husbands. It was an interesting, vibrant and sometimes an astonishing sight to behold as afternoon became evening in China Town. Even in this run down, darker area of the neighbourhood, the bright lanterns and colouful people were a-plenty and there was always something or someone to watch. <br><br>But it was not sight-seeing that Officer Gabriel Yan was here for. He was sat in his old beat up chevy parked across from the strange little shop run by a man known only to him as Lee. The Force had sent Officer Yan to investigate the old shop and its strange owner, as other's had tried before and had failed to get anywhere. They thought that by sending another 'chink' in there, things would move more smoothly.<br><br>"Half Chink.."<br><br>The man muttered bitterly to himself as he lazily lit the cigarette dangling from his lips. His last name and his decidedly oriental features were from his father, but hishoney-tan skin, full lips and long wavey black hair were all from his mother. He wasn't sure where he had gotten the height from though, as bother his parents were pretty average where-as he was boarding on 6ft 7ins.<br>He had never really had a problem with his appearence until&nbsp; now. Sure, he got the odd comment every now and again, but he had never been sent on a job because of the way he looked before.<br><br>With a snort he blew out a grey cloud of smoke and grabbed the file which was sat on the passenger seat next to him. It was quite a bulky thing, but was full of rubbish. The same things over and over again. Rumours of human trafficking. Rumours of drugs. Rumours of the locals of China Town being too afraid to speak out against the owner. Rumours. Rumours. Rumours. That's all they had to go on.<br>Curling his lip in disgust and biting down onto the cigarette, Gabriel rolled the sleeves of his white work shirt up to reveal tanned muscular arms and leant further back in his seat. By the looks of things, the streets were finally starting to clear out and it was time for him to make his move.<br><br>He got out of the car and grabbed his charcoal grey suit jacket from the back seat but didn't put it on. Instead he just helf it loosely by his side as he patted his shirt pocket for his badge. Yup, still there. The guys still had't let him live down leaving it on the roof of his car on his first day on the job, so now he was a little paranoid about it.<br><br>"Right, let's get this thing over with."<br><br><br>The place seemed to be all shut up by the time he'd ambled his way across the road, but he knew that Li lived there, and he was sure that if he knocked hard enough he would be heard.<br>Reaching up he knocked sharply on the door three times and stood back waiting, ignoring the stares from the locals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 22:18:06</strong>
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				<em>Knock. Knock. KNOCK.</em><br><br>Li's eye twitched ever so slightly and he sat down his cup of tea, gracefully, watching the steam curl over the lip of the porcelain. No one ever knocked at his door. It was clear that whoever was lingering on the other side of the door hadn't been here before, or at least hadn't been inside the shop. He didn't go to the door straight away - let them wait for a moment - and fluffed a pillow on a couch and double-checked the cleanliness of the room. He righted a drooping peony that seemed to be exploding out of the pot, fluffing it back into the bouquet, then opened the door slowly. He didn't open it a crack like most people would have.<br><br>He didn't seem to have any fear that someone would hurt him, and let the door swing open slowly, looking up. <br><br>And up.<br><br>And up.<br><br>It was like a giant was standing there, what with his being barely five foot five, maybe five foot six. Especially in his thin, black silk Chinese slippers, without a heel.<br><br>"Please, come in." <br><br>There was no question of what Gabriel wanted - whether he was a cop, a thug, or a new customer a bit early for the evening business, Li would figure it out. He swung the door shut behind him after leaving little room for the other man to refuse.<br><br>"May I offer you some tea? Cakes?"<br><br>His manners were impeccable, voice holding a hint of an English accent, and he immediately picked up a small teapot with his delicate hands. He poured a steaming cup of oolong tea - clearly freshly brewed from loose leaves - and held the cup out, clearly expecting the other man to take it. There were beautiful petit fours on the table, pink and green and lovely in their spring colors, almost as though they'd been matched for the day. <br><br>The room was clean, but mostly dark now that the windows were closed, and Li stood upright in a decidedly rigid and trained posture, the traditional clothes hanging beautifully on him. Gabriel Yan must have been a half, he decided. He was at least partially white himself, but he didn't see that as any reason to like Mr. Yan. All the more reason to be nervous around him - he had to be careful about his footing in this world. <br><br>"Now, tell me what brings you here, Mr...?"<br><br>He asked, waiting to hear the other man's name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 22:43:47</strong>
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				After a few more moments of waiting, he was about to impatiently knock on the door again, when there was a small click and the door slowly swung open. Gabriel found himself staring at the petite, and quite pretty male stood looking up at him with not even a glimmer of fear or nerves. He frowned a little as he stepped into the the curious little shop, taking in the scents and sights all around him. Looking back at the petite figure, he allowed his eyes to wander up on down the fragile looking man before him. Not quite in a sexual way, but more confused. Surely this wasn't the man whom the locals all feared? This couldn't be the person who had the entire Police Force baffled for so long. Surely not... <br><br>Clearing his throat, he took his badge from his shirt pocket and displayed it to the undeniably beautiful before tucking it safely back in his pocket. Before he could speak, a tiny cup was offered to him, and with his frown deepening he took it with a nod.<br><br>"My name is Officer Yan. I wish to speak with Mr Li if he is at home?"<br><br>His voice was deep, but not in the rumbling, intimidating way of most large men. It was almost like the purring of a big cat. Soft, yet dangerous. At the offer of cakes he raised his hand and politely declined. He was never one for sweets, which was why he was usually the poor sap sent to go and fetch the doughnuts and coffee, less chance of him taking off with more than his fair share.<br>Setting the tea cup down on the table, he found himself once more looking around the little shop, tying his long hair back in a ponytail as he was want to do when he was thinking. He couldn't see a back door nor did there seem to be any placed where a trap-door might be kept, but that didn't mean they weren't there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 23:02:21</strong>
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				"Oh, my..." Li said with a small smile, upon seeing the gleaming badge. He took another slow sip of his own tea before setting the cup down, and aside. He looked at the badge for just a moment and then moved back to the flowers, adjusting them, seemingly not happy with the way that they were arranged in their cobalt porcelain container. He smoothed them a bit and twitched one stem of the bushel of peonies before he moved back to the heavy hanging curtains along the back of the wall without glancing at Officer Yan.<br><br>"Not Mr. Li, just Li. And you're speaking to him." He smiled, lifting a curtain as though to tease the other man, revealing a surprisingly wide staircase that wound downwards and seemed to disappear below the shop. There were no lights on, though, and Li struggled for a moment to wrap a thick cord of wound silk around the center of the curtain before tugging the heavy fabric back to hang on a decorative hook.<br><br>"This is my shop. I hope that I haven't done something wrong," he said with a little smile.<br><br>That smile never showed his teeth, lips surprisingly red, moving along the back wall and moving various curtains here and there. There was another crimson curtain hung up, and he ran his hand down it, sighing. "I suppose I'll have to take these down. It's not winter any longer. I'll have to put up the spring ones..." he sounded a bit mournful about it. <br><br>They were heavy, and it was clearly not easy for him to shift the curtains, tying them back.<br><br>He revealed another staircase, this one leading upwards, taking a sharp left and hiding the rest of the staircase. There was a flickering lamp - already seemingly lit - at the joint in the staircase. <br><br>"You'll have to pardon me. I have to prepare my shop. I wouldn't normally be so rude," he said, as he unfurled a long roll of embroidered silk, draping it over the top of the table like a tablecloth, clearly a protective cloth. He began adjusting various things - lighting more candles, locking a few cabinets, unlocking a few others, before brushing his small hands off and looking around the room. <br><br>"Perhaps you can tell me, Officer, why it is that the police are interested in me? I merely sell herbs and antiques." He smiled, though, and that smile was hardly as innocent as his words, despite his carefully sweet face, eyes gleaming with intelligence, "It was just the other day that two officers came by. Smithson and Weck, I believe. They were quite rude." <br><br>They'd been tossed out on their behinds by an irate Li, and two young neighborhood gentlemen who had seemingly come out of nowhere and removed Weck and Smithson when they began bothering Li too much. They had insulted him - one had called him a fag, a liar, a chink. Then teh cop trying to play nice cop in the 'good cop bad cop' routine had tried to soothe Li by telling him that he was really pretty and he hadn't mean to get a teen like him upset - and he was hardly a teen - and they'd been thrown out. Then Yan had been sent in. "I do hope that you'll be more polite."
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 23:26:43</strong>
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				The tall man's eyebrow quirked a little quirked a little at Li's smile. The man clearly felt that he had nothing to fear, but that didn't mean he hadn't done anything wrong. Gabriel was still rather shocked that this pretty little thing was the great and powerful Li, fearsome warrior of Chinatown and other such childish name they had for the petite man down at the station. It peturbed him that Li seemed more bothered about his dratted flowers than the fact that there was an officer of the law stood in the middle of his damn shop.<br>Chocolate brown eyes narrowed as the other man lifted up the heavy drapes to reveal two sets of stairs.<br><br><em>The bastard is laughing at me...</em><br><br>The way the man flitted about and chirped on about Winter and Spring curtains and fussed with his flowers was quite frankly begining to get on his nerves, but&nbsp; Gabriel was the master of showing a calm outward face when inside he was getting pretty ticked off. He didn't want to be here in the first place. Checking out the gossip of goggle-eyed tourists was a rookie's job, and he was pissed that he had been dragged into this. He watched for a few more moments whilst the pretty little man lit his candles and prepared his shop for the next day. He had no idea how he was going to approach this situation. How was he going to get anything out of this guy when other's had failed? All because his father was Chinese. Yeah. This was going to work.<br><br>"My apologies, Mr Li. My colleagues hadn't taken the time to describe you to me properly. Forgive my rudeness."<br><br>When Li mentioned Weck and Smithson, Gabriel had to work hard not to let the nasty little smirk play on his lips. There was no love lost between him and those two. In fact he had laughed for a good few hours when he heard the news that they had been unceramoniously dumped outside the shop and escorted away. He felt it had served them right. <br><br>" You have nothing to fear from me there, Mr Li. If my mother ever caught me being rude to another person, regardless of who they were, it doesn't matter how much bigger than her I am now, she'd still beat me within an inch of my life and I would never hear the end of it."<br><br>He flashed the smaller man a grin, he couldn't quite help himself. He was very proud of his family, and he could hear about Weck and Smithson being booted out of this little place a hundred times a day. The fact that it had been done by this feminine little gentleman just made things all the more sweeter. He practically wanted to shake the man's hand.<br><br>"As for why I am here. I wonder if you wouldn't mind showing me around the building. I do have a warrent to search the place myself, but I'd rather do things in this manner. There has been a lot of talk of illegal goods being sold here after dark. Just want to clear these things up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 23:59:34</strong>
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				He knew that he was frustrating the man with his talk of curtains, and he nearly debated asking Officer Yan whether or not he should swap the peonies for lilies, just to annoy the other man. As it stood, he didn't particularly care about flowers other than that they helped add to the atmosphere of the shop. He peered at a shelf, rose onto his tiptoes, and frowned slightly. He reached up and ran his finger on the edge, bringing up a miniscule amount of dust, but he was too small to really clean the shelf. Perhaps he could get the good officer to help with that before he tossed him out into the alleys of Chinatown, as well. <br><br>"It's good to know that you come from a proper family who teach their children manners," he murmured as he tied another curtain, smoothing back his sleek hair, unable not to smile when he saw that grin on his Yan's face.<br><br>The smile still didn't show his teeth, but it was clear that he'd had a fairly similar family, and he understood. <br><br>"Dear me," he said, and he did look up a bit more sharply when told that the other man had a warrant. "A warrant? Well. I'll show you around, of course, since you asked me so politely. I do have to wonder, though, exactly what my neighbors are saying that are making the police come to my humble little shop with warrants."<br><br>There was something rather dangerous about that, then, something hinting that his neighbors might not be around for too much longer.<br><br>He sighed softly, "It has been a long day, Officer, so I do hope you won't take too long with this. I'll start with the upstairs and then lead you down, if that is alright."<br><br>He began walking up the twisting, creaking staircase. There were no photos on the walls, just more antiques. The tiny hallway upstairs was full of chests and empty, dusty cages. He slipped through the narrow spaces like a cat, making no noise. "I'm afraid you'll have to squeeze, Officer. I don't often have guests of your height up here." <br><br>Down the hallway to the one door - at least, the one visible door - there were others behind the heavy chests and cabinets but they were well hidden with the cabinets bolted to the wall and stuffed full so as to hide the entrances - which he swung open. <br><br>The room was shockingly spacious for Chinatown, wide and taken up by a bed that could only rightfully be described as orgy-sized, draped in crimson with thick damask curtains mostly drawn shut, piled with pillows. The floors were covered in rich carpets, a few screens separating a section of the room. The bed was neatly made, and the only thing that wasn't traditionally Asian was a book on the nightstand, cover down. <br><br>He trailed past the dresser, behind the screens, peering out. "I'm afraid it's a bit of a mess back here. If you insist upon seeing it, I suppose you can come back."<br><br>Behind the screens was a small loveseat, draped in a riot of silks, unfurled and clearly worth a small fortune, multiple paper outfit patterns scattered all over the silks, "I was having some clothes fitted. Please do not step in here. I do not want to risk the fabric being ruined." <br><br>He sighed, "The bathroom is under the shop, if you insist upon seeing that and the storage spaces as well."<br><br>He began leading the way back down the stairs, "Do follow me closely. The basement is quiet large - even I haven't been through all of it. This building was once part of a subway station and the basement trails underground," he said, leading the way back into their starting room, picking up two industrial sized flashlights. <br><br>"Take this, if you please, Officer."<br><br>He seemed faintly annoyed, now, having to traipse about his own house. The stairs to the basement were polished but there didn't seem to be any lights, and as the stairs ended, Li flicked on the light. The floor was dusty and made of cement, littered with sheets of cardboard and metal and bits of rope, a far cry from the luxurious abode above. There were what looked like metal cages and shelves, coated in dust. There were fresh footsteps leading into the darkness, but there were no doors. They trailed underground - far enough underground that the air become cool and damp. Li stopped when the hallway split into a slightly wider, open chamber. There were three more tunnels of blackness parting off. "I do have more business to do tonight, Officer Yan. If you'd like to explore all three, I'll have to ask you to do it alone. I'll take you down one - take your pick." <br><br>He gestured with the industrial strength flashlight into the murky darkness, and despite his seeming delicacy,he seemed oddly at home in the still, stagnant air. <br><br>"What's your pick, Officer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 00:26:53</strong>
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				"Yes, Mr Li. A Warrent. The allergations against you are pretty severe, so I do need to have a good look around the place, just to make sure that there is nothing a miss. But, if there's nothing out of the ordinary, you get a quieter life. Now, that's worth having me bother you for an hour or two surely?" <br><br>His tone was kind, but his smile had vanished. He wasn't coming to the end of his tether, but he was getting pretty close. He also felt a little uncomfortable around the very feminine man. He found himself having thoughts he hadn't had for a very long time. Shaking his head, he blinked and brought himself out of his sordid fantasies and concentrated on the here and now. His eyes narrowed a little at the seemingly throw away comment about Li's neighbours and made a mental note to see if he could get another officer to ask a few questions around town once he had done here.<br>The chirpy, polite persona was seemingly starting to fade from the smaller man as he put on a show of being very tired and asking if it would take long.<br><br>"This will take as long as it needs, Mr Li. I am sorry to inconveniance you. Starting with the upstairs will be fine."<br><br>It seemed strange to Gabriel who came from such a big and loving family that there were no photos on the walls, even though this was obviously an area where customers weren't meant to go. Perhaps they weren't close. He shrugged and followed Li up the stairs, concentrating on not imagining that lithe, cat-like figure without that beautiful cheongsam hiding his bare flesh. Gabriel gritted his teeth and inwardly scolded himself. Just because it had been a while it didn't mean he could fantasize about suspects!<br><br>He frowned a little at the cages, jotting down a few notes in his note-pad, things he had seen, Li's persona, the things he had said. he found it a little odd that there would be so many of these things, even for an old antique shop. He idly tapped one with his fingers and looked over at Li quizzically.<br><br>"So, what do you keep in these?"<br><br>When he was shown to the large room with the massive bed, he couldn't help but let out a little whistle. He had never seen a bed of that size before. He had to make do with an extremely uncomfortable single bed in his flat, which was a little on the small side for him. Li must be doing alright to live in this kind of luxary. Gabriel wasn't sure you could make that kind of money just off of antiques. Maybe the rumours had a bit of truth to them after all. before he could stop himself, he wandered over to the bed and cocked his head to one side.<br><br>"What's a little thing like you doing with a bed this big?"<br><br>Catching himself too late, he muttered an apology and continued to follow Li through the large building. He admired the silks strewn behind the screen and once again his suspicions heightened. <br>His lip quirked a little as he noted the smaller man becoming more and more annoyed, but he hid it well behind a polite smile and and followed Li back downstairs. <br><br>With a grim nod, the police officer took the large flash light from the smaller man and looked towards the tunnels. Going down there with a suspect without back-up wasn't his idea of a good time. Despite Li being a lithe little thing, you could never be too careful. After a little thought he pointed to the middle tunnel. <br><br>"If you could take me down that one, I would be very grateful. After you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 01:56:28</strong>
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				Li didn't ever change his pace - his steps were quick, light, and he seemed to not make a single noise - but his hips moved just a tiny bit more than the average woman would in her cheongsam, a quiet sexuality radiating out from his slim frame. He noticed that the other man was polite but seemed to be a cop of his word - there wouldn't be any seducing this one, or paying him off, or sweetening the deal with drugs. Not that that was a bad thing. It was refreshing to meet someone like Gabriel Yan, in a way. Not so much when he was searching his house, though, and his shop. <br><br>"Ah, the cages? Nothing, anymore. They used to be the homes of my childhood pets. Lizards. Birds. A few more exotic things," he said with a teasing little vagueness, doing his best to keep up his pleasant veneer even as they moved through his bedroom, an area very few people had ever been allowed in. <br><br>He laughed softly, though, when asked what a little thing like him was doing with a bed that size.<br><br>"Now, now, Officer, I think a grown man knows exactly what one does in a bed that size."<br><br>He gave a small, eerily perfect smile, trailing down into the basement. <br><br>He walked over the dusty piles of - stuff, for lack of a better word, then paused at the entrance to the middle tunnel. "You won't have radio reception down there. No reaching your friends," he said, gesturing to the other man's pocket where his badge was weighing, "But I suppose that you're a big man. You shouldn't be worried." <br><br>He swept his light cautiously down the tunnel and continued - he never knew what would wander up from the depths of the subway system - and continued down. It became slick, and damp, and he frowned as he realized his shoes would be reasoned. There were heavy iron doors dotted here and there, but there was no sound seeping from them. They looked, for all appearances, as though they'd never been disturbed.<br><br>"There's nothing down here, Officer, as you can see. You're dragging me down into the depths of New York and I'm going to catch cold." <br><br>He swept his flashlight father into the dark, but underneath the cool veneer, he looked slightly nervous. He never came down here alone - certainly not deeper into the tunnels - and the last thing he wanted was to be attacked by some of the more dangerous things he kept down here. <br><br>There was a steady drip of water, "The sewer system is nearby. You can probably hear the water..." he said, looking at the trails dripping down the walls. He looked back at the Officer. Damn. He didn't want to go farther - he couldn't risk Gabriel Yan hearing anything. "Come back tomorrow," he said softly, "I don't want to go down into the dark and damp at night. You never know what will be lurking down there. Drug addicts and such from above make camp down in the sewers and I'm not going to risk my life over a silly warrant. Come bring your full force tomorrow if you must, or come alone and I'll take you on a longer tour. But I am tired, and I am cold, and I have business to do," he said softly. His nose turned up slightly and he stopped, and despite his size he seemed to have the willpower of a mountain. He did not look like he wanted to move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 02:18:03</strong>
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				Gabriel's full lips became a thin line as he looked deep in thought at the cages. Some of these were big enough to hold more than just lizards, and there were quite a few of them. Could you fit a human in there though? Maybe. It was possible. But the cages alone weren't enough proof, he needed more evidence. If only he could stop getting side tracked by that damn man's body...<br>It wasn't that Officer Yan was an unattractive man, far from it. He had constant interest from both genders, but not having the time to follow any of them up was getting frustrating. The urge to throw Li's lithe form up against the nearest wall and just take him was becoming stronger every minute he spent in his presence. <br><br><em>"Now, now, Officer, I think a grown man knows exactly what one does in a bed that size."</em><br><br>He could not stop the near filthy smirk gracing his lips at those words. He knew <em>exactly</em> what he wanted to do on that bed. And for once his feet wouldn't be dangling off the bottom. Licking his lips he let out a slight sigh and shook his head. This really wasn't like him. As soon as he finished this job, he was going to go out and get laid, despite how damn early he had to get up in the morning and to hell with his paper work. His hands twitched a little as he thought of how the pretty clothing Li wore would feel under his finger-tips as he tore it from his petite lithe body. Gritting his teeth, he tried once again to pull himself together.<br><br>And so there they both stood in the dank, cold tunnel. It would be so easy just to take him. Not rape, hell no he wasn't that kind of guy. But he knew he could be very persuasive. He knew that if he wanted him... if he wanted him right now...<br>Gabriel clenched his fists and tried to concentrate on what Li was saying. Coupled with his sexual frustration and general annoyance, he was on the verge of snapping.<br><br>"You're tired?"<br><br>His voice dropped in volume, and the warmth seeped out of it.<br><br>"You've got things to do?"<br><br>He took a few silent steps forward so that he was now towering over the smaller man, and verging on backing him up against the wall. It would only take a few more steps.<br><br>"<em>I</em> am tired. <em>I</em> have things to do. And yet here I am wandering around fucking Chinatown in a weird little shop looking for fuck know's what all because my Daddy is a chink. I don't want to be here. You don't want me here. You will show me the rest of this tunnel <em>tonight</em> and I shall bring my men to look over the other two tomorrow. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 03:05:17</strong>
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				While Li didn't see Gabriel's smirk, he could practically feel his eyes burning into his back, feel Gabriel Yan following him despite the darkness in the tunnel and the obvious danger of leading him down into the blackness. He could feel electricity burning up and down his spine, tickling down a bit lower in his stomach, when he thought of leading a man as large and strong as Gabriel down there. He could just imagine what Gabriel could do to him - a man that strong could overpower him, rip off the fine silk he was wearing, slam him up against the rough walls. Despite his confidence he'd never be able to fight a man that strong off from him, and he could just imagine the other man picking him up, fucking him against the wall - his throat went dry at the thought and he turned back, icy eyes all the more dramatic under his dark lashes as he peered back over his shoulder.<br><br>He turned to face the officer, nearly against the wall, looking up at the other man. <br><br>He didn't seem to know what to say, and he opened his mouth, a soft sound coming out. He shut his mouth then and nodded, softly, but his cheeks were pink and he seemed to be rather breathless. "Yes," he murmured softly. "Yes, I understand very clearly, Officer." <br><br>He looked up, and then he finally took a step away Gabriel, but seemed slightly reluctant to do so. As he continued to walk down the hall he was a tiny sway to his hips, and he seemed to stand a bit straighter, as though he knew that the other man was watching him and he was enjoying it. <br><br>"I'm not sure what you expect to find, Officer."<br><br>He hesitated, then swung his light out in front of him again. There was a huge, yawning black tunnel, and some broken tracks. A rat ran by and he backpedelled, bumping into the other man's chest. "Nothing but you and me down here. And rats," he added, frowning. There was one small door across from them and he looked into the blackness of the tunnel, clearly having been freshly unlocked. A crowbar lay nearby, to be used to open the door.<br><br>Rather breathless, half with desire and half with fear that his secrets would be revealed he turned to look back at the other man. At least there was nothing live in the room across from them. <br><br>"Tell me," he said softly, "Do you really think I have all those horrible things hidden down here? I only sell people sweet things. Tea. Antiques. Old books, collections of ancient love letters..." he looked up then, and his cheeks were still pink, "I deal in finding people's desires. Then fufilling them," he whispered, standing still, looking very small in all the blackness behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 03:22:55</strong>
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				Gabriel found himself instinctively wrapping his arm around the smaller man's waist when he stumbled as he would a woman. He frowned a little to himself, but the warmth of Li's body pressed against his felt too delicious right now to let go. He had watched him as he had walked in front of him before, swaying his hips in an alluring fashion. The officer felt like he was being taunted. Having this beauty displayed before him, only to be whisked away at the last second. Only something to be admire, but never touched. <br>As soon as he thought those words, the hand pressed against the small of Li's back balled into a fist, clenching the silk between his fingers and revelling in it's softness. Rubbing it between his thumb and fingers as if trying to commit the feel of it to memory.<br><br>He looked down at the man as he spoke, noting Li's cheeks flushed pink and his breath coming out in short little gasps. He could feel the smaller man's chest rising and falling against his own body. Gabriel closed his eyes for a moment, pulling Li closer to his chest, and pressing their bodies together. When he opened his eyes, he looked down into Li's grey ones. His own eyes looking black in the darkness. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick and heavy with desire, but did not so much as quiver.<br><br>"You're going to open that door."<br><br>He shone his torch in the direction of the door with the crow-bar next to it. He was lucky he had spotted it as his flash-light had skittered along the walls as he has tried not to spend all his time looking at Li's ass. With the torch-light no longer on them, he brought his face down closer so that their noses were almost touching and he spoke in hushed tones.<br><br>"We are both going to look inside, then I am going to go home. Tomorrow, I will put a different officer in charge of this investigation. I think that is the safer option. For both of us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 03:44:31</strong>
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				Oh. <em>Oh</em>.<br><br>Officer Yan's hands were strong and warm around his waist, the muscles cording in his arm enough to make his mind go pleasantly blank. This wasn't like him. He rarely ever felt feelings like this. He'd barely ever even had sex - he'd spent his whole life running this business, working out the sordid details, dealing with other peoples' desires - and now he had a strong hand clenching the silk at the small of his back, tightening the silk against his skin, revealing just how slim he really was. He heard his breath catch and cursed himself for it, turning to speak to the other man. <br><br>Their chests were touching - he barely came up to the other man's shoulder - and he felt like a trapped animal. His heartbeat was pounding and he could see the other man's desire. Maybe he could use his own body to distract the other man from the rooms around him. The Officer closed his eyes and pulled him tighter and Li seemed content enough, though he didn't lose the rigidity at his spine, molding his body to the other man's, curving his back just a tiny bit so that the officer's hand would slide a bit lower.<br><br>He placed his backside firmly within the other man's grip with a bit of manuvering, hand limply holding the flashlight, about to drop it. <br><br>His behind was pert, round, tight against the other man's hand, pressed back with just the silk between them. He shut his eyes for just a second when the other man's face came so close, letting out a shaky breath, hearing that he had to open the door and that the other man was going to put another officer on the investigation.<br><br>The flashlight fell with a clatter, then, and he jumped.<br><br>He withdrew with a soft cough, adjusting his clothing to hide his desire, picking up the flashlight and shining it at the door. <br><br>He walked over to it briskly, picking up the crowbar, fitting it into a notch and then looking at the police officer as he shone the torch through the darkness, "You can't switch officers," he finally said. His voice was cool, playful, again. "I couldn't possibly lead a bunch of men I didn't know all around my shop. I won't, actually. I'd hate to have to cause the force trouble. You're the only man to have seen my bedroom in a long time, Officer..." <br><br>He let his fingers tap on the torch for just a second, making the light jump a little staccato beat on the metal door, "And I won't have other men wandering around my house. Bad enough you've snuck in. You're just going to have to play my little game, and find out all my secrets with your own hard work, or else I'll close up shop and be gone before you can stop me."<br><br>He gestured towards the door, "You'll have to pull the crowbar. I can't open it." <br><br>The room inside was eery, lit by two already-lit bulbs that flickered in their cords, buzzing in their flourescence. The walls and floors were rough stone, damp, gleaming. A few metal rings lay about - just the right size for manacles, and a few tiger-sized collars were attached to rings in the wall though there was no blood to show if they'd ever been used. There were large cages against one wall, made of indusrial steel, polished to a dull shine and spotless. Whether they were for human or animal use was unclear, but a rat scampered through the room, baring its teeth and hissing. It had something in its mouth that resembled a human knuckle but it disappeared into the holes in the walls before Li could check. A few maggots squirmed on the floor. <br><br>"Nothing in here that's illegal, Officer." Li's voice was smooth and sweet as a knife dipped in honey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:08:27</strong>
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				A low, soft groan escaped Gabriel's lips as Li manuvered himself so that the Officer's hand hand was now cupping the smaller man's pert behind. Before he could stop himself, his fingers twitched and pressed into the soft flesh. Gabriel looked away from the petite man and suddenly let go when the flash-light fell. That had been a close one. One moment more and God knows what he would have done. He found himself wanting to possess the smaller man. To make him his. To take him over and over again, desperate to hear him gasp and moan in pleasure, to see those saracastic eyes glaze over with lust and want.<br><br>With a curt nod, he grabbed the crow bar and wrenched open the door, stepping aside for Li to enter the room first. His eyes widened slightly at what he saw. By the looks of things the rumours had been true. Those neightbours weren't just the usual paranoid old coots. This was the real deal, if he brought other officers down with him tomorrow, there was no doubt in his mind they'd find enough evidence to put Li away for a very long time.<br><br><em>"You're the only man to have seen my bedroom in a long time, Officer..." </em><br><br><br><em>"You're just going to have to play my little game, and find out all my secrets with your own hard work, or else I'll close up shop and be gone before you can stop me."</em><br><br><br>Gabriel's shoulder's relaxed and he stood a little straighter, giving the illusion that he was much bigger than he was, before stalking towards Li in a predatory fashion, picking up one of the large collars as he approached, and backed Li up against one of the cages. <br><br>"What is this for, Mr Li? Hmmm....? Must have been a pretty damn big lizard..."<br><br>He carefully placed the collar over Li's head and around his neck. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew that in some way he was forcing himself on the smaller man, and in some perverse way he was enjoying it.<br>Gabriel pressed his body up against Li, and it was evident that he was more than happy to be there. The crotch of his charcoal grey trousers were straining under the pressure, but the officer was almost too far gone to care. He lowered his lips to the man's ear and whispered softly. <br><br>"What are these games you want to play, Li? What secrets do you have to tell me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:37:49</strong>
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				Li stood near the cages, a small smile playing on his lips, clearly not disturbed at all by the cages around him. This was normal to him - he'd been raised in a shop very similar to this, only larger, in Shanghai. His grandfather had showed him the young men and women cowering and mostly naked but scrubbed clean, hair carefully brushed, in their cages. He'd pointed them out, told a young and scared Li that they were like animals, that once they were put in a cage they would act the same way his pets would. They would either cower or fight, and either way you had to tell them who the alpha was. After that, it as all a matter of making the sale, and signing them away for a handsome profit.<br><br>They were different, as he saw it, than people like Gabriel. He couldn't quite read the other man and each movement was a surprise so for one of the first times in his life he felt like an animal being stalked, prey caught between a wall and a predator that he actually wanted to tear him apart. He watched the other man as he picked up a collar and began walking towards him.<br><br>The chain slithered ominously on the wet stones and he seemed to freeze, breath coming in shallow little pants, cheeks flushed and grey eyes wide with the look one gets when they see their favorite sweet laid right before them. <br><br>He let his eyes flutter shut as he was backed against the cage, head tilted back, revealing a soft white throat that was utterly unmarked. <br><br>The collar barely went over his head, and it was clear that it had probably contained a man about Gabriel's size at some point, someone who was long gone. It hung loose and heavy on the other man's tiny frame, trembling slightly as the other body pressed up against his. He turned his nose up a bit, though, still maintaining a bit of composure. <br><br>"It's Li, Officer, not Mr...not Mr Li..."<br><br>His voice trailed off as he felt lips brushing his ear and his hand raised up to clench in the other man's dress shirt. <br><br>"As much as I'd like...as much as I'd <em>love</em> to tell you all my secrets..." he whispered, leaning forwards so that their bodies were pressed tightly together, his own slim frame trembling slightly, his long legs parting slightly as the other man presed forwards. "You'll have to force me to give them up. And even then..." he let his lips trail along the other man's jawline gently, pressing teasing little kisses to the other man's tanned neck, "There are many things about me you don't know. That you'll never know."<br><br>He let out a soft moan, a throaty, sweet sound as he pressed himself against the other man's body with his arousal straining the tight silk of his robes, "You don't even know my last name, Officer. Where I was born. Where I keep my wares. I could be leading you on a wild goose chase underground." <br><br>He tilted his head back again, flushed with desire, slim fingers knotted in the other man's shirt. There were manacles on the ground, keys on the opposite side of the room to taunt whoever was left there, and they were clearly human sized. The bars of the cage pressed into his back, "You'll have to make me forget my own rules long enough to tell you my secrets..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 05:15:34</strong>
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				Gabriel tugged lightly at the chain and a soft, dangerous smirk danced on his lips. The smaller man looked just too desirable to him right now. Stood there quivering with a collar around his neck. His. He could make him his. The part of him that was the police officer felt sickened when he picked up the collar. What this pretty little thing had been doing to god knows how many innocent people was enough to make his blood run cold. But the part of him that was a male wasn't too bothered about the details right now. All he knew was that he saw something in front of him that he wanted and he was going to take it.<br>He tugged at the chain again, more forcefully this time dragging the smaller man's face within inches of his own.<br><br>"How does it feel, Li? To be at the mercy of another? To be treated like an animal, like so many others have been before you, hmmm? Do you feel trapped? Are you frightened? Or maybe... just maybe, it excites you..."<br><br>He ran his other hand down the front of Li's body and cupped the hardening length straining to be free of their silky restraints. With a feral grin he gently bit down on the smaller man's earlobe and stroked his cock hard through the soft material.<br><br>"Are you a pet, Li? Is that what you are to become? At the&nbsp; mercy of another? Doing as your Master wishes?"<br><br>He relished those little kisses and love the feel of that delicate hand bunched in his shirt. It only made him stroke Li harder, but at a more leisurely pace as he pressed his own straining length against the other man.<br><br>"I could make you tell me all your secrets... but right now I think there are better things you could be doing with your mouth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 05:33:03</strong>
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				He was confused, and a bit scared. This was sudden and strange and entirely new to him. He'd run this shop for years and he'd done everything that his father had told him to do but he'd never known how another man could make him feel. He'd had sex, of course, but he'd never had a man - a policeman who was supposed to be arresting him for human trafficking no less - pressed up against his body and telling him all sorts of things that he'd never thought that he would hear. <br><br>He couldn't believe what he was doing and his mind was screaming at him to stop. <br><br>No one was in the shop yet&nbsp; and he was all alone down here, frightened but more excited than he could possibly find words for. <br><br>He whimpered softly when the other man's hand trailed down his front to cup him through his cheongsam, the fine silk rumpling under the other man's fingers, pulse beginning to beat against his throat at his pulse point. <br><br>He pressed into the strong arms around him, holding on tightly, clearly inexperienced at being submitted despite his previous confidence.<br><br>He let his body take control, though, and he felt himself nodding quietly to the words being whispered in his ear, pressing himself firmly into the hand stroking him. He shifted his hips slightly so that his slim body pressed against the other man's, teasing his hardening length with the press of his body. He kissed the other man and kissed his jawline again.<br><br>"Pray tell me...what exactly do you seem me doing with my mouth, hmm, Officer?"<br><br>He let his eyes open, then, and they were blazing but underneath it all was a surprising vulnerability. He didn't really seem to know about this side of him - using his sexuality was one thing but truly submitting was another - and a large part of him wanted to give up his iron control. A large part of him that was rapidly rising and taking over what had been drilled into him for years wanted someone who would take him and dominate him and who was reliable enough to trust. <br><br>His full lips were parted, long and slim fingers pressing against the other man's chest, rapidly beginning to undo his buttons. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 05:53:05</strong>
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				The much taller, broader man stopped pleasuring Li for a moment to unbuckle his belt, undo the button of his pants and slowly unzip the fly. He wanted to drag the young man down onto his knees and force his throbbing cock into his mouth, but he decided against it just yet. He wanted to build up to it, to wait for the right moment. That glorious point when he knew that both of them needed it just as much as each other. Taking Li's delicate hand in his own, he guided him to his large member and pressed his fragile looking hand against it, urging him to wrap those beautiful long fingers around it. His other hand reached around Li's head and slipped his own strong fingers into the smaller man's hair, wrapping the feathery strands around his hand and holding it tightly. Not hard enough to hurt too much, but just to put a little pressure on.<br><br>"Since I have been here, you have been nothing but a little tease..."<br><br>Gabriel gently bit at Li's full lower lip, then again a little harder. Gods he wanted him. Perhaps it would be more comfortable to move upstairs to the orgy sized bed, but he didn't think he could wait that long.<br><br>"You wanted to distract me. You wanted me to forget my reason for coming here. And I shall admit, you almost succeeded. But now... now in exchange for all that teasing, I will have you. I will teach you many better things to be doing with that sweet mouth, but first this."<br><br>He pressed his lips against Li's and groaned softly at the taste. His tonge gently licking at the other man's lower lip, silently asking for entrance. One hand still firmly in Li's hair, Gabriel moved his other one from his member and slid it up underneath the beautiful cheongsam. He let his hand explore the other's body before dipping back down and taking hold of Li's member, wrapping his fingers around him and stroking him at an almost painfully slow pace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 06:08:24</strong>
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				Li watched in fascination as the belt was undone, like a pet begging for a treat, not realizing exactly how enraptured the expression on his face made him seem. He looked at the broad palm holding his own small one and then unwrapped his fingers from the other man's as they were pressed to the other man's member. It was thick, pulsing and hot, easily larger than any man he'd ever been with. He was doubtful he could even take it into his body but that thought seemed to disappear as his hairtie fell out and his soft hair was threaded through the other man's fingers.<br><br>"I..." he wanted to reason, to bargain. He wanted to make Gabriel promise not to arrest him if he did this but all he could seem to find the words for were soft little pants of 'Officer' and 'Oh...oh, my...", as a thick hand wrapped around his member and began to stroke agonizingly slowly under his custom-fitted silk.<br><br>He hadn't been kissed in...ages, it seemed.<br><br>He wanted it, and instantly felt closer to the other man, moaning as he felt those full lips pressing against his own small cupids bow. That teasing little smile was dropping from his face, finally starting to be wiped away, eyes going from sharp to a bit hazy with lust and a strange combination of submissiveness and a lingering predatory gleam. <br><br>"Officer..."<br><br>He parted his lips, then, and the kiss became deeper. His fingers tightened around the other man and his stroking became swifter.<br><br>His fingers were warm, smooth, utterly adept at wrapping around Officer Yan's length and teasing out the first drops of pre-cum, using it to slick his member a bit more, teasing the rim of the flared head with his fingertips before stroking back down the length once more. <br><br>He let his tongue battle Officer Yan's, at first fighting for dominance and then curling in submission, sliding against the other man's. His lips were flushed, warm, and his mouth tasted sweet and deep and cold, like a rare liquer or the candies that he had been snacking on during the day. "I need..." he whispered, but trailed off, uncertain of what it really was that he needed and looking up at Officer Yang with that same mixed expression as if to search for the answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 06:21:36</strong>
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				He kissed him so hard that he was sure that both their lips would be bruised from this brutal punishment. Groaning into the other man's mouth, he thrust himself into that delicate hand. Those teasing magical fingers that were making him feel so good.<br>The look on Li's face when he had unfastened his belt had nearly undone him. That look of rapture, that raw naked need, it made him want to do terrible things. It was then he knew there was no going back. Regardless of his loyalties to the Force, he was desperate to be inside Li. Fisrt his mouth, and then his body. He would concour him entirely. Gabriel wanted to fuck him until he was a panting, sweating mess on the dirty ground. What he would do after that he had no idea.<br>Breaking off the kiss he smirked at Li's words and yanked once more on the chain.<br><br>"It's not about what you need. It's what I want right now. And <em>you</em> are going to serve me."<br><br>He yanked the chain hard. When he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper, but they were so close together, Li wouldn't have had any trouble hearing him.<br><br>"On your knees."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 15:28:43</strong>
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				Li gasped into the kiss, submitting, lips flushed and swollen with their rough kisses. He looked up at the other man, searching for direction, and seemed to find it in being told to get on his knees. His hair was no longer immaculately pulled back into a sleek ponytail - it was brushing his shoulder blades, glossy and free falling down his slim spine. He sank to his knees when the chain was yanked, hands trailing down his chest, and when he was on his knees he was just on eye level with the throbbing package right before him. <br><br>He still had a lingering look of glee as though he was going to get his favorite Christmas present and he settled himself down slowly. It had been a while since he'd been on his knees before someone and he'd never in his life actually wanted to do something as badly as he wanted this. He took in a deep breath, and though he didn't notice it himself, the Officer might notice that it was shaky. <br><br>His cool composure seemed to be cracking, slipping away as he leant forwards, shutting his eyes and diving in to his treat. <br><br>He licked slowly, up the whole length of Gabriel Yan's member, letting his tongue curl and the tip play along the flared hood of his throbbing need. He flicked his tongue over the slit at the very top, swiping up some precum, and moaned low in his throat when he got his first taste of the other man.<br><br>He slowly pressed kisses up and down his length and then let his tongue continue a langorous path - he wasn't one to rush things, it seemed - until he wrapped his lips around the head. <br><br>He sucked gently, bobbing his head a bit, moving down inch by inch. <br><br>The Officer was huge, bigger than any man he'd ever had in his mouth, and it took quite a bit of effort to get to the base, with the other man bumping the back of his throat. He was careful, though began moving just a bit quicker, being careful not to move too fast lest he kick his gag reflex with the huge member. <br><br>He pulled back when the other man's member was thoroughly slicked, looking back up. <br><br>The cool, composed shopkeeper began to realize that the tables had turned, then. It was no longer the Officer trailing around in the darkness behind him while he taunted and teased but he was now at the other man's mercy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 00:07:59</strong>
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				The breathy moan as Li dragged his tongue up Gabriel's swollen member echoed around the darkness, further proving the point that they were very much alone down here. Perhaps that is why he was so forward? He had always been dominating in the bedroom, but it was always with people he'd known for longer than one damn hour for god's sake! And yet here he was, with this perfect stranger on his kness before him, sucking his cock like it was the one thing he wanted to do most in the entire world. <br>He threaded his fingers further into the smaller man's hair, urging him on and before he knew it, he was thrusting into the submissive male's mouth. With his other hand he gripped the bars of the cage as he mouth-fucked the owner, trying to be gentle enough not to choke him and fighting the urge to just ram into him.<br><br>When Li moved back and took those exquisite lips away from his member, Gabriel groaned in dissapointment. Looking down at the kneeling man, he gazed into those grey eyes and a small smile flitted across his lips. There it was, almost there. Those sarcastic eyes were now gazing up at him with such need, such wanton lust. That beautiful body was his.<br>He dragged Li to his feet and forced two of his fingers into the smaller man's mouth.<br><br>"Suck on them. Get them good and wet. I would rather you enjoyed this as well as me. I want to hear your screams of pleasure echoing through the entiriety of this damn underground chamber! Do you understand? My good little pet. My beautiful exotic creature. And yet, still just an animal."<br><br>He thrust the fingers in and out of Li's mouth as he had done with his cock only moments before. Soon he would enter that enticing body. He would claim this snide little man as his own. Mold his flesh with his own two hands and fill him with his seed. Never before had he wanted someone this badly, and it should of scared him. But what scared him even more, was that it didn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 00:33:35</strong>
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				Li relaxed his throat slowly and then the other man picked up the pace, slamming into his mouth. His eyes were shut, throat relaxed, leaning into the hand that was guiding his head. He allowed the other man to use his mouth in every way that he wanted, thrusting into him, his tongue working the underside of his cock to add even more stimulation. When he pulled back he saw the other man looking down at him, his small hand splayed on the other man's thigh to balance. He must have been pleased with something - he didn't realize that the other man could see that his will was cracking and that he was losing that cool mask to the lust building up within him. <br><br>He stumbled as he was pulled up, falling against the broad chest before him, holding tightly onto him. <br><br>His mouth eagerly switched from the other man's cock to his fingers, head bobbing to accept each inch of them. His pale eyes tilted upwards to meet the other man's, holding onto him, his priceless cheongsam rumpled. <br><br>He pressed his body against the officer's, molding his slim frame to the other man's broad one, whimpering when he heard all the words coming from him. He wanted to scream for him, wanted to fill the chamber with their sounds, "Officer," he panted, sliding his body against the other man's as a slim hand moved to undo the buttons that traced up the side of his cheongsam, starting at the neck, undoing them until they hit his slim waist at which point it swung open, "Officer, make me your pet," he murmured before going back to the fingers at his mouth, sucking them quickly, laving them so that the other man would be able to take him. <br><br>The cheongsam barely clung to his slim shoulders, his body unmarked, dusky pink nipples the only real touch of color on his chest, visibly and achingly hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 00:46:01</strong>
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				<em>"Officer, make me your pet"</em><br><br>And with those words he was undone and the beast within himself leapt from the cage it had been confined to for all these years. Grabbing the silky material he wranched it from Li's slim shoulders and threw it to the side. With a feral growl, he took hold of the smaller man's shoulders and roughly turned him around, pressing him hard against the cage bars. He dug his fingers into the waist-band of the silky trousers and tore them down, kicking one of Li's feet out of the way so he could take the trousers off completely and spread the man's legs.<br>Gabriel pressed his large, heated muscular body up against Li's slim back and whilst one finger eased its way slowly inside his body, the other reached around and took one of those dusky pink nipples in between his fingers. He rolled the sweet little bud between his thumb and fore finger, and planted hot little kisses up his shoulder and across his neck, every now and then teeth grazing the unmarked flesh.<br><br>"Mine. You will be mine."<br><br>The finger inside Li moved slowly at first but gradually gained pace. He stroked, and pressed and massaged, knowing which parts would feel good, and which parts would make the smaller man weak at the knees with pleasure. Eventually he eased the second finger in and continued his leisurely massaging movements. He wanted to hear him. To make him writhe. Gods he wanted to feel him right now, wanted to sink into that perfect flesh and fuck him until he could no longer stand.<br><br>"Beg. Beg me for it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 01:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He thought that he'd go mad with lust, burn up from the inside out when the other man jerked his pants from his body. He was bare, unmarked, flesh white and pure and inviting the other man to do his worst. He jerked into the hand toying with his nipple, letting out sweet little sounds of surrender as he felt another hand curl against his backside and then begin penetrating him. He cried out and writhed when the other man's fingers pressed and toyed with his hole, curling into him, pressing into his sweetest spots. <br><br>He shut his eyes and bucked into the hand penetrating him, crying out.<br><br>He was tight - not only was he small, but he was searingly hot and tight, aching for the other man's length in his body.<br><br>"Officer..." he gasped, muscles clenching, hands curling around the bars that were in front of him, pressing up against the metal. "I need you. Oh...oh, God, I need you like I haven't needed anyone before. I need you in me..."<br><br>He cried out, "I need you. I need someone who can control me. Cage me. Tame me...make me yours, Officer," he begged, his muscles clenching and tightening around the fingers pressing into his body, "Make me yours," he gasped again, face burning, fingers wrapped around the metal bars of the cage. He needed the other man in him, needed to be filled and fucked, filled to the brim.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 01:20:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling himself away from the smaller man, Gabriel allowed his fingers to slowly slide out, teasing him to the very end. He had spotted what he wanted to use the moment he had pressed Li up against the cage and decided that now was the perfect time to use them. At their feet was a set of chained manicals and both were open. The Officer knelt down and picked them up, the sound of metal slithering against stone filling the darkness. With a wicked look in his dark brown eyes, Gabriel threaded the manicals throught the bars of the cage and back out again, wrapping them around the cold iron rods. He then pressed Li harder than before up against that hard coldness and clasped each metal cuff around his delicate wrists.<br><br>"Tame you, you say...? Cage you, make you mine... Now tell me why I should. There are plenty of beautiful people out there, and there is no doubt in my mind that I always get what I want."<br><br>He suddenly grabbed hold of Li's hair and sharply dragged his head back so he had to look up at the man towering behind him.<br><br>"What makes you so special, hmmm?"<br><br>The tip of his cock teased Li's entrance making small circular movements with his hips, whilst reaching around and grabbing hold of the smaller man's own straining member.<br><br>"What is there to stop me from fucking you this one time and then leaving you here in this dirty, dark room with the maggots. You had better hope you are one spectacular fuck, my Little Pet."<br><br>And with thos elast words he drove himself deep into the petite, lithe man. He stroked Li's member in time with his own hard, brutal fevered thrusts. Gritting his teeth againstt he growling moans that were escaping his throat, he slammed into Li, pressing his slim body harder into the cold cage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 02:30:55</strong>
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				He wasn't going to last long. Not with the other man teasing him so mercilessly, pushing boundaries that he'd never even known he'd had, stripping his icy control away from him. He'd never had a man take him and make him submit like this. He'd always had complete control and his family had trained him to never give it up so this was both exhilarating but terrifying for him. He almost wanted to cry. He almost wanted to because for the first time he had another person more powerful than him taking him and fucking him brutally hard. <br><br>He felt the manacles wrap around his wrists, tying him to the bars, unable to really breathe. He looked down at his hands breathlessly, then back at the other man. <br><br>He let out a soft cry when his head was pulled back, peering up into the other man's face. He could see the badge outlined in his pocket and knowing that he'd stripped a layer of the cop away drop him wild. He knew that the other cop wasn't usually like this and that this was probably breaking rules the other man hadn't even known he'd had. <br><br>He didn't actually think the other man would leave him in the darkness to rot, but then again, he didn't know. <br><br>He didn't know if the cop thought it would be better, in the end, to leave him rotting down here so that his dark business tapered out. <br><br>He screamed when the other man suddenly slammed into him. It hurt, in the best way, and he yanked on the manacles holding him. The collar still hung heavy on his neck.<br><br>He mewled, crying out for the other man, begging him. He was so tight, almost virignally tight, and he thought that he was about to lose it. The other man stroking him had him riding the edge of an orgasm that he'd never experienced before, already barely able to stand, only remaining upright with the body pinning him to the bars and the manacles clenched around his wrists. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 03:01:59</strong>
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				He was so tight and so warm that Gabriel felt almost as though he would spend himself the second he entered that beautiful body. Some how he managed to maintain his composure as he roughly thrust himself in an out of Li's enveloping warmth. He couldn't remember anyone ever feeling this good before. The thought of staying here underground and just fucking this pretty man over and over again was a thrilling, yet dangerous temptation. No matter how good it felt, no matter how much he wanted to keep him, he knew this was a one time thing. The thought briefly crossed his mind of keeping Li in a cage down here and visiting him any time he wanted a good fuck. His little Pet Slut. <br><br>Gabriel threw back his head and groaned low in the back of his throat as he felt himself coming ever closer to completion. He stroked Li's member faster and harder, whilst his other hand twisted and pinched his nipples. He was sure that this treatment was going to hurt Li a hell of a lot when the adrenaline wore off, but right now he kind of liked that idea. He scraped his neatly trimmed finger nails down Li's chest, wanting to leave a mark on the smaller man, something to remember him by, something to show that someone had tamed this wild animal and made him mewl like a helpless kitten. A part of him never wanted Li to be touched by another again. He would be his own personal Pet. His to pleasure. His to hurt. His to Mark.<br><br>Before he knew quite what he was doing, he roughly pulled Li's beautiful, silky hair back exposing his pure white neck. He growled the word "Mine" before sinking his teeth into the other man's neck. He bit him hard, slowly applying pressure. As he did so, he fucked him harder and faster until he could hold back no longer and with a muffled growl he spilt himself within the smaller man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 04:36:04</strong>
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				Li had never been fucked by someone so large, let alone someone so ferocious in his thrusts as he slammed into his body, his slim hands bruising in their manacles where they cut into his wrists as he tugged and jerked. He held onto the bars, crying out in Chinese, forgetting the English that he'd been taught so carefully. Soon enough, though, he lost his words as well. He couldn't even make noises in Chinese - they turned into soft cries, to begs and whimpers, the little mewls that the other man seemed to enjoy so much.<br><br>"Officer, Officer! Ah...!" <br><br>He screamed, jumping as the neat nails raked down his chest, leaving slim red lines.<br><br>He gasped when his hair was wrenched back - it would ache later - and his eyes opened wide as he heard the word 'Mine' growled into his ear. <br><br>It was so simple, but so powerful, and his eyes dilated as the other man's teeth sank into his neck and left a beautifully blossoming bruise that would be there for days, aching in the most brutally beautiful way. He'd always remember this and part of him wanted this to happen again and again. <br><br>His hips jerked and he came hard, feeling the other man spill in him - he hadn't even thought of protection - and he came hard, losing himself against the bars of the cage.<br><br>His arms went slack, then his head, and his knees, leaving him hanging only from the other man's arms. The manacles had let soft purplish bruises on his wrists and he didn't seem to be in any condition to walk let alone to figure out how to undo himself. His cheeks were flushed, a few long, dark strands of hair stuck to his cheeks. He was trembling noticeably and letting out tiny little noises. "Officer..." he whispered almost inaudibly as his eyes fluttered shut. It looked for a moment like he might lose consciousness but he woke a bit, tilting in the other man's arms, fully supported in those strong arms. <br><br>He couldn't quite seem to catch his breath and he curled up against the other man's chest as best he could.<br><br>He opened his eyes slowly, still panting, looking back at the other man.<br><br>Where would they go from here? Would Officer Yan continue to visit? Would he leave him down here - not that it would make a difference, Li knew how to get out of any of these chains without too much trouble - or would he just leave him and pretend this had never happened? <br><br>"Now, Officer..." he gasped, "Now that I'm yours, what are you going to do with me? Are you really going to put your pet in jail?"<br><br>He didn't doubt that he could get rid of anything too incriminating and with his connections he'd never actually serve any time. He couldn't hold himself up and the confidence that he'd had before in his cool voice was lacking, clinging to the other man, overwhelmed and confused by his rushing emotions. He still had all of his nasty little secrets lingering down here, though, tucked up behind hidden doors. People to be sold off, piles of drugs, everything and anything one could possibly want. Yet here he was naked, trembling, unable to hold himself up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 18:02:49</strong>
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				He stood trembling holding the other man in his arms, holding him tightly to his chest. Gabriel had to close his eyes for a moment to clear his vision and to try and get rid of the dizzy feeling that had taken over. Wonderful. That had felt wonderful. Not just the sex, but he had done something he had always wanted to. He had finally let loose his true dominant nature.<br>But now what? He knew he should just walk away, but he couldn't. Not only was it not right, but the beautiful man in his arms could report him. He would lose everything. <br><br>Gently he rested Li against the bars and fastened his pants and shirt before going to retrieve the keys. He carefully removed the cuffs and collar before oh so gently lifting the smaller man up into his arms and leaving the dark, dank room and took his lover upstairs.<br>He spoke not a single word as he carried Li through the house until he made it to the large, lavish bedroom with its orgy sized bed. Gabriel lay Li down on the bed and looked over at his marked, stained body with a slight frown. The large man wandered into the beautiful bathroom and began to run a bath pouring in scented oils and grabbing one of the large fluffy towels and a pretty hair brush.<br><br>Kneeling beside the bed, he carefully took hold of Li's hair and began to gently brush out the knots he had created.<br><br>"I don't know what happens now. I am assuming that you wouldn't stop your little operation if I asked nicely?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 18:54:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li didn't seem to be able to talk after the thorough fucking that he'd just received. He lay limp within the tight arms around him, breath coming in shaky little pants, clinging to the other man's chest. He'd never had that side of him revealed. He'd always thought of himself as a fairly dominant person but he'd been taught wrong in a way that had him shaking and whimpering softly. He smiled gently as he felt the other man turn to carry him up the stairs. He knew that Gabriel was thinking about the fact that he could report him, that he could destroy his career after what they had done. Since Gabriel didn't say anything, though, he decided that he shouldn't either. <br><br>He would have collapsed if it weren't for Gabriel and he seemed to be in a fog until Gabriel made his way up from the deep darkness of the tunnels and into the luxurious bathroom.<br><br>He lounged on the bed, whimpering slightly as he moved, already starting to become sore. <br><br>He heard the bath being started and he began to come back down to earth as he felt his antique silver and boars bristle brush running gently through his hair. He laughed breathily when asked if he'd stop his little operation if asked nicely. "Ah, Officer. You don't even know what my little operation is. You have no evidence except for some antique collars, a few cages, and maggots."<br><br>He whimpered slightly as he shifted his hips and then he decided that he should just lay still.<br><br>"Are you going to continue your investigation, Officer? There are many more rooms. Many secrets that I still haven't told you. The longer your investigation drags on, the more rooms we can christen like today." He laughed throatily, lustfully, then. <br><br>The scent of priceless bath oils filled the air and Li took in a deep breath, a tiny smile touching those delicate lips. He was still smeared with dust, naked, chest marked with faint scratches and that blossoming bite mark. "Take me to the bath, Officer," he said as he held out slim arms imperiously, "But do tell me - do you really think that someone like me could run the sort of operation you seem to think I am? Like you said, all you have on me now is rumors." <br><br>His tiny smile showed that despite his size, he really was more than comfortable running such an operation, but that he was good at hiding it behind his delicate facade.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:07:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have been in this line of work for a very long time. I have seen people far sweeter and more innocent seeming than you do things that would give you nightmares."<br><br>Having finished brushing the smaller man's long beautiful hair to a silky shine, he carefully placed the brush on the bedside table and gently lifted Li into his strong, muscular arms. He stared down into those grey eyes that were rapidly clearing and reclaiming their feline amusement and sarcasm. Perhaps he had been a fool to think he could keep something so wild as a pet, but maybe there was hope for him yet.<br><br>Gabriel carried the petite man into the lavish bathroom and tested the water with his pinky finger before gently lowering him into the steaming scented water. Cupping his hands, he dipped them into the gleaming pool and poured the shimmering liquid over Li's head. He silently repeated this motion until the smaller man's hair was entirely soaked and then took hold of a bottle of expensive looking shampoo. He squeezed a small amount into the palm of his large hand then began to lather Li's hair and massage his scalp.<br><br>"I am a good man, Li. A moral man, but it seems you took a hold of my senses back there. It would only be just and right of me to continue my investigation and to interagate you in the way I see fit..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:27:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Someone sweeter looking than me? Impossible," Li said but his voice was bubbling with hidden laughter. He winced slightly when lifted into the other man's arms, and though there was a lingering haze of submission and affection that icy, teasing expression was stealing back in. It faded for a moment and he became docile when lowered into the scented water, tucking up between the side of the wide tub and Gabriel's arms. He closed his eyes, allowing the other man to wash his hair so gently, a soft mewl escaping him before he could stop it. His sweet rosebud lips squeezed into a tight line, then, displeased (or rather, pleased, but he wouldn't admit it) that the other man had broken through his hard shell.<br><br>"Ah, I see..." he nuzzled the other man's palm affectionately with his cheek but his tone was cool and smooth as silk, "You, my good, moral Officer...you're going to steal back into my shop and sneak down into my tunnels with me and then have me show you my secrets?"<br><br>He turned, then, and faced Gabriel with his gleaming eyes and teasing smile.<br><br>"Now, here's where I have to wonder, Officer..." <br><br>He trailed a dripping, slick hand down the Officer's neck, to his chest, caressing down the muscles for a moment and taking in a sharp breath that showed just how much he enjoyed touching them, "Are you going to tell your friends on the Force what you find, or are you going to keep my secrets?"<br><br>His eyes came up, then, piercing. <br><br>He waited for a response before sinking into the water, letting it relax his water. He knew the Officer didn't realize it yet but the other man smelled faintly of his shop&nbsp; - a touch of airy jasmine and sweet peony, and something more seductive, a lingering, lush scent that seemed to swell from the oils and the flowers and the antiques clustered in the shop. He wanted Gabriel to remember him, to dream about him. He wanted to become that touchable yet somewhat unattainable dream that would drive Gabriel Yan mad.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:49:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should, shouldn't I... it is my job to protect the innocent and keep the peace. Protect and Serve. I should not be dancing with the devil in the datk tunnels of his domain. Perhaps when I discover your secrets, you will need to find some way to stop me from charging you with what I find."<br><br>Rinsing Li's hair of all its suds, he picked up a pretty glass bottle of body oil and poured some of the scented liquid into his palm. Lifting one of Ki's delicate, pale arms into his large hands he began to massage and wash the soft, sweet skin. The scent of the smaller man was on his hair, his clothes and his skin. The man's shop would follow him all the way home as a collection of scents, sights and sounds and he was unsure how he would sleep tonight without the image of its owner dancing in his mind.<br><br>"In that room... whilst deep inside you... I said you were mine... what if I decided to take that literally? What if like the rumours I have heard, I kept you in a cage like a little wild animal. Something exotic that I took out of its confinements every now and again to please me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:07:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li merely let out a soft little hum of pleasure when the other man said that he'd have to find a way to stop him from charging him. If he had to, though he'd mourn it, he'd slaughter the other man. It wouldn't be the first or the last time that he'd thought someone would betray him. Li didn't like being threatened - but he didn't yet know that his heart and unbending will would soften and wane a bit as the other man dominated him and their relationship became as tangled as the web of rumors that had drawn the other man to the shop in the first place. <br><br>He extended his arm and tilted his head back to absorb the pleasure of the gentle massage. Perhaps he could take the night off work. He didn't have any clients coming in and his makeshift pets had all been fed and watered and cleaned as they required. He'd ship them out tomorrow, and receive a new shipment. <br><br>He was far too sore to have the quick movements that his job would usually require.<br><br>It would be his first night off but perhaps he could rest for a bit. He hadn't had a solid night of sleep in days. <br><br>"Mmm..." he let out the tiniest little moan when asked what if he was kept in a cage. "Lovely as that would be, I can get in and out of all of those cages without much trouble. All the same..." he purred, "Perhaps one day I'll steal down there, give you the keys to the cage, and you can come find me. Perhaps you could..." he smiled, and leant forwards for a sweet, searing kiss, "Perhaps one night you could stay. I'd shut down shop for a few days. You could tie me up and fuck me and then retie me when I was too weak to fight. Submit me again." <br><br>He extended his other arm, allowing the man to work the oils into his body, leaving his skin lush and gleaming and flawless.<br><br>He was soft, lightly scented, and despite his playful words he was clearly exhausted. He'd never been fucked like that before and he was still struggling to catch his breath. "I'd be alright with being someone's pet," he murmured, and it was just barely audible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:21:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel gave the smaller man a wolfish grin and chuckled softly at his words.<br><br>"You think me so foolish as to use one of your own cages, hmmm? If I wanted to keep my little pet, it would be far away from his own territory, in a plsce he didn't know and with doors he could not unlock. I cannot have my little pet thinking that he could perhaps best his master, now could I? You will of course be well looked after. You will still have all your finary, and bathing like this would be the norm. It is all entirely selfish though, you understand. I like my pets to look pretty, to smell sweet and to be healthy and strong enough to take what I give them."<br><br>Finished with washing and massaging both his arms, Gabriel's large work weary hands smoothed over Li's chest and stroked and massaged his torso, making sure that the other man was relaxed and properly cleaned. His long fingers gently brushed against the other man's member, and unable to stop himself he began to softly stroke him wilst his other hand washed and massaged his legs.<br><br>"You are a lovely, pretty little thing... but you would not get far should you wish to turn against me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:37:58</strong>
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				Li shut his eyes and luxuriated in the idea of being a pet that was locked and used solely for pleasure. The man's finishing words sent a chill down his spine and he opened his eyes slowly, raising his hand to brush the Officer's cheek, "It's not much more than a fantasy," he whispered softly as he relaxed into the hands wandering his body, letting out the softest of moans when he felt the other man caressing him gently under the water. His breath caught at the play of fingers over his member, but he was so spent that his whole body ached, and his hips arched into the touch despite his seeming exhaustion. <br><br>"I have to stay here. I can't give up my business, nice as the idea of being yours day and night is." <br><br>He curled up against the Officer's chest and smiled peacefully as he rested his head on the man's shoulder while he bent over him to wash him. "Shall I expect you tomorrow, Officer?"<br><br>He was clean from head to toe, now, except for the few marks that the other man had left behind on his body. He was glowing and scrubbed and seemed to be lit from the inside out with the afterglow from their sex warming him and relaxing him. <br><br>He'd have to make sure that no other cops were coming by.<br><br>Weck, particularly, had been sneaking around the back alleys since he'd been kicked out. He was getting increasingly more nosy and Li was starting to think that he'd half to get rid of him. Weck had been searching for little clues and Li had watched as he bagged a few things from the back alley - he didn't know what - and searched for a way into the tunnels he suspected were under the shop. The last thing he needed was someone as foolish as that Officer Weck trying to take him down.<br><br>It would certainly put a damper on whatever this was he had going with Officer Yan so he decided not to say anything and to deal with that annoying little grub of a man later. <br><br>"Are you staying, tonight?" All he had to think about, for now, was Officer Yan. He knew he'd have to leave for work in the morning but he wondered if he would share the bed with him tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:58:09</strong>
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				When he was finally happy that the smaller man was perfectly clean he grabbed one of the large fluffy white towel's and gathered Li up into it and carried him to his bedroom. He knew that the smaller man would be able to walk just fine on his own now, but there was just something nice about having the small, lithe body in his arms and pressed up against his chest. A little whisp of warmth curled up in his stomach whenever he looked down at that pretty face. He knew that he was swimming with the sharks and that the man in his arms was far from sweet and innocent, but he wanted to see how much further the rabbit hole went.<br><br>Laying Li down on his orgy-sized bed, he set to work gently drying his long beautiful hair and his lithe, petite body. Gabriel didn't speak for a long time, he just busied himself with making sure the other man was dry before he took the towel and placed it in a pretty basket he assumed was was washing and looked around the room until he found what he wanted. Picking up the little tub of moisturiser from the dressing table he turned and allowed himself a few moments to simply look at the pretty man lounged on his bed before he carefully took off the lid and began to massage the cream into the already soft and supple skin.<br><br>The room was filled with the scent of the bath oils and the moisturising cream and it was filling his head and his senses. Pulling back the quilt he lifted Li into his arms again before laying him down in the bed and covering his naked body. After a moment's thought, he slowly undressed and slipped into bed behind him, wrapping his strong arms around his slim waist.<br><br>"I shall stay, but only for a little while."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:25:05</strong>
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				Li didn't object to being carried. It was rare for him to have someone else taking care of him or looking out for him so he decided to just take the time to luxuriate in the feel. He loved the feel of the strong muscles against his cheek, the heartbeat bumping steadily under his ear, the strong arms wrapped so tightly around him. He noted that the other man realized the proper basket for washing and he relaxed on the covers, letting out soft noises as the cream was massaged into his skin. He knew that he'd captivated the other man.<br><br>At the same time, while he didn't want to admit it, he had been captivated by the strong and quiet man gently caring for him after the most intense round of sex that he'd never had. <br><br>His hair was spread out in a beautiful wash of inky strands, like a spread fan, drying quickly as it lay on the silk pillows. He turned onto his side when the other man slipped in bed with him and he seemed uncomfortable for just a moment. He'd never actually...shared a bed. When he did have sex, he'd always stolen out or kicked the other person out, and then come back to his bed alone. <br><br>This was nice.<br><br>He relaxed, then, resting his hands atop the other man's arms and tucking himself deep within his arms. <br><br>Within moments he was asleep, out like a light, breathing deep and even and his pale cheeks flushed. He didn't look entirely human. Even naked as he was under the covers, he looked like an antique, a part of the show that he'd built in his store, a part of the vision that he presented in this strange little storefront. His scented skin had left its mark on Gabriel, and his slim fingers twitched in his sleep. He'd be up early, continuing his business, but it was a rare moment of peace that only Gabriel had ever gotten to witness in person.<br><br>Li shifted a bit and then burrowed farther into the covers, tucked snugly between them and Gabriel, as though he was soaking up his warmth.<br><br>He slept like he had been dead on his feet, like he never got to sleep regularly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 21:35:26</strong>
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				It had been a long day. A long week. A long month. A long year. Gabriel was having trouble remembering when the last time he had a day off was. When had he had longer than three hours sleep? He always seemed to he battling with paperwork into the early hours of the morningm or being called into the station last minute to either patrol, or interagate suspects or do <em>something</em> that the other simply <em>couldn't</em> do themselves. A small part of him delighted in doing something 'bad' for once in his life. He knew that what he was doing would probably cost him his job, but right now he didn't care. The feel of Li's back pressed against his chest and those delicate hands resting on his arms felt heavenly right now, and he didn't want it to end just yet.<br><br>Gabriel yawned and told himself that it was time to get up and get dressed. He couldn't stay here the whole night, he had to be in work early, and there was paperwork to be done tonight. He also had to compile the notes he had made tonight, and try to come up with something so that he could continue coming here alone and not have to bring other officers with him.<br>It was a tangled web he had found himself caught in, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be set free just yet.<br><br>Despite his best efforts, sleep soon caught up with him and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:03:17</strong>
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				At exactly five thirty in the morning, Li stirred. He opened his eyes and frozen when he felt a body behind him but relaxed when he remembered who it was. He rose, slowly stretching, slipping himself carefully out of Gabriel's arms. The room was silent, almost pitch black, the drapes drawn. He slipped into the hallway and down the hall, to one of the cabinets, opening it and stepping inside before shutting the door. He applied his shoulder to the back and used the flat of his palms to press and lift up the back of the cabinet. It slid upwards like a set of Venetian blinds and he ducked under it, lowering it. He picked up a lighter that was near the door and lit the candles in the small room he was in.<br><br>The walls were a rich pale green, a gleaming gold pattern traced over them, and there were piles and piles of vintage cheongsams worth more than millions that were draped on their frames. He flicked through them and then picked a deep plum colored one that was piped in gold, with a beautiful pattern in an intoxicating, slightly darker plum color stitched atop, gold buttons marching all down the back in a beautiful melding of Western and Eastern style. The slits on this cheongsam were particularly high and he tugged on a set of black silk pants to go with them, slipping his feet into embroidered plum and gold slippers. He ran a comb through his hair, but it was already clean and silky thanks to Gabriel's help, and he merely had to tie it back with a plum tie.<br><br>Now perfectly matched, he paused and turned in the mirror, the long sleeves on the cheongsam and the severe yet surprisingly soft collar hiding the mark Gabriel had left on him.<br><br>The back was buttoned so tightly that when he moved, tiny pinpricks of white flesh showed through the buttons in a little show of seduction, and he would use it to catch Gabriel's attention.<br><br>The buttons, and the dots of skin, ran from the top of his neck down to the small of his spine. <br><br>He blew out the candles and then slipped back out, away from the priceless clothing that had been smuggled from royals all over Asia. <br><br>He made his way downstairs, into the tiny but useful kitchen, tossing some vegetables into a pot and bringing it to a boil, tiny hands making up some bean and meat buns, some sweet, some filled with meat, setting them in a steamer. A bit of rice was set in an old fashioned pot. He cooked on a gas stove with no electric rice cookers or fancy little gadgets. He whipped up quite a feast quickly, with chicken and beef in separate bowls in a savory sauce. <br><br>When everything was done he filled a small serving pot of white and cobalt porcelain with the soup, and set out matching dishes filled with chicken, beef, meat buns, sweet buns, and rice. He set two small bowls on the tray along with chopsticks. He picked up the tray and, balancing it expertly, carried it upstairs with a steaming pot of green tea. When Gabriel was gone he'd tend to the pets downstairs that would be gone tonight, but for now he wanted to send Gabriel off with food in his belly. <br><br>He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to show him at least that bit of affection, though he didn't know what exactly their relationship was. He set the tray on the middle of the bed and then leant over, stroking his fingers down Gabriel's bare chest, kissing along his neck and jawline and then up to his lips to wake up. "Get up. It's six in the morning. You'll have to go to work..." <br><br>He sat with his legs folded under him, lounging on one arm, fully dressed with that impenetrable little smile on his face and a heaping tray of food before him. "I have breakfast. If you're even good you can take some for lunch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:31:36</strong>
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				Thr smell of food and the feel of soft lips peppering kisses upon his skin woke him from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned and stretched like a large cat, looking up at Li, then at the breakfast, then back at Li again.<br><br>"Ai ya!"<br><br>In his panic, he reverted back to Chinese, as despite his mother being Italian it was his father's language that ruled the house. He looked at the food again and even though he knew had to be at the office half an hour ago, his stomach growled and complained that it needed to be seen to. With a grateful little smile, he picked up the bowl of rice and chopsticks and began shovelling as much as he could, making little appreciative noises at the wonderfully cooked meat and vegetables. Once he had eaten his fill, he leapt from the bed and quickly got dressed, dragging on his pants and shirt so quick he almost tore them.<br><br>Checking his phone for messages he went pale and began to pace the floor as he rapidly typed out a text message.<br><br>"Ai ya, wo mun wan leh..."<br><br><br>Grabbing a sweet bun and a meat bun, he placed a sweet kiss on Li's forehead and gently stroked his cheek.<br><br>"I have to go now, but you will see me again soon."<br><br>Grabbing his jacket, he threw a small smile over his shoulder before hurriedly leaving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 23:02:31</strong>
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				"Manners, Officer."<br><br>It didn't seem to make a difference, though. The other man seemed determined to inhale as much food as he possibly could in a two minute. He was too amused to eat himself, yet, and he merely watched with the occasional short burst of laughter as the other man shoved more and more into his mouth. He lounged atop the luxurious bed while the other man nearly ripped his pants in half in his haste, chuckling to himself as though he had nowhere to be, and he had absolutely no rush to get anywhere.<br><br>He watched, bemused, as the other man grabbed two buns and then went to rush off. <br><br>He was left stunned, though, by the soft kiss to his forehead and the hand stroking his cheek. It was a wonderfully domestic moment that left him momentarily shell-shocked. It wasn't until the front door slammed behind Gabriel that the other man stirred and rubbed at his face before eating a few bites of food.<br><br>He didn't have much of an appetite and after saving two bean buns and two meat buns for later in the day, he gathered the food up and carried it down to the small kitchen behind the front room.<br><br>Rolling up his sleeves, he gathered up all the buns that were left, and there was quite a fair amount. With at least twenty tiny buns nestled on his bare arms he headed down into the tunnels, humming to himself. He didn't bother with a light with his full arms, taking the left tunnel, sticking left down the multiple turns that would lead to many dead ends, and quite a few nasty falls where the subway system that Gabriel had seen before, with the shattered tracks, cut through. He smiled to himself and at the end took a right instead of a left, seeing a simple wooden wall that had been fitted to the tunnel. He opened the door that was on a simple latch and it swung open.<br><br>One tiny, guttering storm lantern was mostly out of power. Ten huddled men and women shrank back from him and a snakelike smile with all of his teeth became visible. "Ah, stop cowering. You all haven't tried to escape, I don't need to punish you."<br><br>He checked their restraints - their feet were bound with heavy irons, as well as their wrists, and their chests were tightly wrapped from crotch to chest in ropes. They couldn't move an inch, and one girl whimpered past her gag. There were blondes and brunettes and red-heads and Asians. Men and women, five of each. <br><br>He ungagged them one at a time, popped a sweet bean bun and a meat bun into their mouths, and then re-gagged them, checking their bonds. One man had managed to get his hand partially out of the manacle, rubbing it bloody. "Damaging my wares," he sighed, reaching to the little storm lantern. He shoved the man's hand back in, elliciting a choked scream from him, picking up a bottle of rubbing alcohol left next to the storm lantern. He poured it over the wound and the man thrashed as the alcohol burned. "No buns for you," Li said softly, popping both into his own mouth.<br><br>"Don't worry, boys and girls. You won't have to stay here much longer. I told you that I'd sell you to a better life than your life as farmers," he flicked his finger at one young man, "Or seamstresses," he flicked his finger at a trembling girl, "Or whores." He flicked that finger towards another young woman. "You'd be surprised by how many of my pets come back to thank me later. Now be good and you won't be hurt." He looked at the man with the cut hand and laughed softly, "Well, anymore than you are."<br><br>He slipped out, shut the door, snuck back up the dark corridor to the kitchen and to the store room.<br><br>When he got back, slipping from behind the rich curtain, Weck was waiting for him.<br><br>He thought he'd jump out of his skin but he took a deep breath. <br><br>"It's in there, isn't it? That goddamn slave trade."<br><br>"Now, now, Officer. You don't have a search warrant."<br><br>"The HELL with a search warrant! You're SICK, you little freak!" <br><br>Li calmly set out his tea cups, "If you insist on calling me names, I'll have to ask you to leave again. Now, if you're so insistent on seeing the tunnels, I'll show you, alright? Just let me have my morning tea. Here, you have some too."<br><br>He poured two cups but Weck refused to drink a sip until Li drained his own cup. Finally he took a few tentative sips then drained the cup, "There, I drank your goddamned tea. Now take me to the tunnels."<br><br>"Just wait a moment, Officer."<br><br>Li froze when he saw Weck's gun pointed at him. It was only a concern for a moment as Weck stumbled, slumped, then collapsed. "Ah, no tolerance to anything. Silly Americans." Li hummed softly to himself. He'd been trained for this. A heavy dose of sedatives had been pumped into him since he was little in gradual amounts. He could take a cups worth and stay standing - a few drops in tea wasn't anything to worry about. He took powder from a drawer and sprinkled it on his tongue, washing it down with some water, to denature the sedative in case he would need to get rid of it later. <br><br>He sighed, picked up Weck's arm, and began dragging him out.<br><br>-<br><br>Weck stumbled into the office a few hours later, eyes red rimmed, shirt smeared and stained and dirty, and would have fallen if it weren't for Smithson grabbing him. He looked horrible. He didn't seem to know what had happened - all he knew was that he'd been sneaking around Li's shop and then...nothing. He would test positive for heroin - opium - if tested. He babbled on and on about how he couldn't remember anything but it had to be - it had to be Li. His wallet was missing and for all intensive purposes it looked like he'd been out doing drugs and had gotten mugged, that he'd fucked his own career over. <br><br>What it really was, and what others would see, was that Li was giving a warning that he wouldn't accept unwelcome visitors to his shop. The next time they wouldn't get their officer back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 18:31:10</strong>
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				Gabriel ran into the office, visably panicked the messages he had recieved telling him that Officer Weck had gone missing. He had last been seen early that morning, insisting that Officer Yan wouldn't be able to handle the owner of the strange little shop, and that he was going to go and investigate things himself.<br>Officer Yan came out in a cold sweat as he thought about all the things he and Li had gotten up to down in those dark tunnels, and he prayed to any god that would listen that Weck hadn't seen them or seen him leaving in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't quite sure how he'd explain that.<br><br>He was sat at his desk staring blankly at last night's paperwork, not looking forward to being chewed out by his boss, when there was a loud commotion in the common area. Rushing to see what was going on, he stumbled to a hault seeing the state of Weck. He was mumbling like a madman about Li and the shop. He had no idea what had happened to him. As soon as Weck saw him, he stumbled forward pointing wildly, his eyes wide and bloodshot.<br><br>"You! You're helping him! You chinks are in it together! You went in last night, and I never saw you leave! You're in this together!"<br><br>Gabriel looked helplessly at the other officers who looked to him for an explaination.<br><br>"I was there late as I took a warrent with me and made sure I searched the whole building, I am afraid we really don't have much to go on. I was there till late, but I certainly left."<br><br>The sergent sighed and rubbed his eyes. <br><br>"Smithson. Take him home. You two are no longer on the case."<br><br>Smithson started forward his face a mask of anger.<br><br>"But Sir...I....."<br><br>"Not another word, Smithson! Get that waste of space home before he doesn't have a job to come back to! Yan!"<br><br>Gabriel looked up sharply, cold sweat trickling down his spine.<br><br>"Sir?"<br><br>"Get back to that shop and FIND SOMETHING!"<br><br>"Yes Sir."<br><br>He grabbed his jacket and ran for his car, driving like a madman all the way back to Chinatown. When he arrived back in the little shop, his hair was a wild mane framing his face, his clothes look rumpled and unruly and his entire being screamed Predator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 19:17:52</strong>
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				Li had bustled about his shop for the day. He'd opened late, but the shops wide windows were open, fresh light streaming in through the room and falling on the shop. He had a German businessman in there and the man was looking at some of the small colored porcelain vases neatly displaying some flowers, as well as a huge Tang dynasty chest inlaid with gleaming gold settings. <br><br>"Four million for some vases and a chest? It's a steep price...." the man clearly thought that Li was trying to cheat him out of his money.<br><br>Li shook his head, "They're antiques. I'm giving you a price that would be considered a steal, but I like to see my furniture in good households. Your wife will adore it. If you'd like to have it re-appraised, and it's valued for less, I'll reimburse you the difference but I think you'll find that you're getting quite a good deal."<br><br>The man nodded, bowed his golden head politely, and Li disappeared behind the counter to withdraw a few contracts. Both men signed and he gave the German man his own copy. "I'll have them to Berlin within two weeks."<br><br>"Do I need to pay you for the shipping?"<br><br>"No, no. It's alright."<br><br>He gave a formal bow as the other man left the little shop. It seemed that he wasn't going to get any peace today, though, because he saw Gabriel Yan's car pull up dangerously fast and he could see that the other man looked anything but pleased. Li gave a little sigh and picked up a small brush, sweeping some green tea powder off of the floor before straightening up. Just because an Officer wanted to see him didn't mean he could stop doing his job. He turned to the wall behind him, made entirely of drawers, all full to the brim with powders and loose leaves and dried flowers, all for tea. <br><br>He placed some leaves in a pot and added some hot water. This one wasn't drugged like Weck's had been. <br><br>He supposed that's what it would be about. Weck. He hoped that Officer Yan wouldn't be too mad, but in the end he supposed that it didn't really matter. He didn't like Weck and he'd come into his space uninvited. <br><br>It was mildly frustrating that his shop was drawing so much heat. He supposed that assaulting an officer wasn't the best way to deal with it, but...his anger had gotten the best of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 20:03:37</strong>
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				Gabriel stood panting in the middle of the room and silently watched as Li went about his business sweeping the floor and sorting the little shop. He licked his lips in an attempt to wet his parched mouth and ran his long fingers through his wild hair in an aggitated manner. He had bustled in here all ready to accuse Li of drugging Weck and to arrest him as things had gone far too far now. This needed to stop, and only he knew what was really going on. <br><br>The angry police officer glared at the smaller man for a moment before begining to pace the little shop like a caged tiger, absent-mindedly looking at the little packets of tea and herbs and rearranging his clothing to be more acceptable as he did so. Finally he stopped and looked back at the petite shop owner with fire in his eyes, but his face was like stone.<br><br>"I know what you did. And although I cannot entirely blame you, it won't take them long to figure out that he didn't go out on a wild drug binge. They knew he came here last night. They knew that he's been searching this place on his own for a while. I should arrest you..."<br><br>He turned away and clasped his hands at the back of his head and stared up at the ceiling with a heavy sigh.<br><br>"I will be back later this evening. You still need to show me the other tunnels, as promised."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 20:11:21</strong>
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				Li said nothing for a few minutes and then he shut one of the drawers with a decidedly annoyed <em>snap</em> that nearly broke off the decorative wood front. He stood there with his cheeks beautifully flushed in his quiet anger, eyes gleaming, not moving an inch. <br><br>"And when you come back, will you be bringing more fools from the Force? Weck was my warning to them."<br><br>He took a sip of his tea and despite his anger it was clear that he was scared by the fact that the police were looking so closely into his luxurious little shop. He hadn't realized how badly they wanted to find something to toss him in jail over. He'd have to find a way to bribe higher-ups, to get the head off the police department, to get more people on his side. <br><br>"Mark my words, Officer. The next man to walk into my shop without my invitation - any man save you - will not make it back to the Force."<br><br>His eyes darkened farther, then, until he took another sip of tea. He just had to get rid of the humans. After that he'd call his grandfather and tell him not to send humans for a few weeks, to give him a little time to convince some people that he was innocent, to smooth things over a little bit. <br><br>His fingers rose then, self-consciously to the plum colored bitemark that, even now, was slightly peeking out of his collar. He let out a slow breath and watched Gabriel, wondering what he would think of Li threatening his friends. <br><br>He stood, hands spread, clearly annoyed. He then huffed slightly, "And you barely ate this morning. At least have some lunch," he snapped, and it sounded more like an order than anything. He waited to see if the other man was going to take his offer of food, hovering behind the counter, wondering if he should head back to the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 20:26:30</strong>
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				<em>"And when you come back, will you be bringing more fools from the Force? Weck was my warning to them."</em><br><br>It was as if something inside him snapped, and Gabriel found himself whipping round and charging towards the smaller man. However, he managed to stop himsef from harming him, or even touching him. He stood so close that they could now share breath and body heat, but yet not be touching. His breathing was a touch wild and his eyes sparked with fury.<br><br>"I told you that it would just be me. Do you think I am a man who wouold go back on my word, hmmm? I am not the one drugging people simply doing their <em>job!</em> Yes I do not like Weck. In fact he was screaming this morning about how the <em>chinks</em> are in it together and that I am helping you. He was watching us, Li. He knows I didn't leave last night. That means trouble for both of us."<br><br>He let out a haggered breath and stepped away from the tempting warmth and sweet scent of the other man. being that close to him wasn't a good idea. He could feel his body becoming aroused just by being in the same room as him. Trying not to think of taking his petite, lithe body over the counter he turned away from him once more and concentated on staring at a little stone statue of a dragon.<br><br>"I will stay for lunch. I am supposed to be interrigating you right now, so I may as well look like I am doing something should anyone be watching us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 21:11:27</strong>
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				Li seemed to freeze when Gabriel came charging at him. He didn't really know what to do - normally he would have moved away, made a move to grab a weapon - but having the other man coming towards him made his body shiver in lust. He wanted to be 'interrogated' like last night, even though his body was still aching from the way he'd been slammed into the bars, from the brutal pace that Gabriel had set when having sex. He shut his eyes to take in a deep breath but all he got was Gabriel's own scent, the taste of his anger on the air and it was sharp and spicy on his tongue, and it was all he could do to listen to what the other man was saying.<br><br>"Alright, then." <br><br>He let out a soft breath and then nodded, "I understand. We'll be more careful from here on out."<br><br>It was odd to be agreeing to someone <em>else</em> telling him to be careful. Until yesterday he had been the voice of reason and he looked at everything logically. He had to make sure not to lose himself in this relationship lest he lose his shop as well. <br><br>He let out a slow breath once more and then nodded, his long, glimmering black hair falling down along his shoulder for just a moment. He looked up and then nodded, "Well, there's a simple solution." With a merry little smile on his face he headed back to the kitchen, "I'll just have to make sure that the next man that wanders into my shop doesn't leave. No more Weck to wander back and get us in trouble." He sighed, shrugging his shoulders, "See, all that happens when I try to be kind is I end up getting in trouble."<br><br>He pulled aside a heavy gold damask curtain and revealed the cramped little kitchen. Within minutes the room was full of the scents of chicken cooking, rice steaming, and vegetables sizzling and snapping in the pan. "D'you want soup?" Li was already adding some to a pot, though, heating it up. It seemed that he was determined to cook a full, traditional Chinese meal every time that he sat down to cook anything. <br><br>"Go ahead and sit right there," he said, gesturing to a table within view of the kitchen where they could still talk, "But before you do, could you set these out?" <br><br>He opened up a cabinet and handed the other man a set of antique plates that in themselves were clearly worth a fortune. There were enough for two people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 21:37:39</strong>
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				"There will be no other men coming into your shop. I shall see to that. But <em>if</em> they start to suspect me, others will be dispatched. You are not to harm them. Even if they come sneaking around late at night, you are not to harm or kill them. And if you start locking them up and I find out... then God help us both."<br><br>He gently and carefully took the plates that Li had handed to him and lay them out neatly on the table, his slight OCD showing through his actions as everything was laid out perfectly. Slwoly he took a seat and ran his fingers through his long midnight hair that was finally starting to neating out with the constant hand combing. Gabriel rested his elbow on the table with his head in his hand before looking up at the shop owner through long, thick sooty lashes. <br><br>"What are we doing, Li? <br><br>He groaned softly as his phone bleeped. he checked the screen to see that it was a message from one of the officer's asking how things were going. he quickly text back that he was in the middle of the innterigation and he wished not to be disturbed as he felt he was getting somewhere. Well, it was official. they were now keeping tabs on him. If they didn't suspect him already they soon would.<br><br>"What the fuck are we doing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 23:51:40</strong>
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				Li didn't want to agree with the other man but a bit of that lingering submissiveness peeked out and he nodded. "I'll do my best," he finally said. "If they become a threat to my safety, I'll do what I have to."<br><br>He watched as the other man set out the dishes and he noted that they were set out perfectly. He flipped some chicken in the pan and idly began tossing in seasonings as though it was something he didn't have to think about. Back home, while his grandfather had raised him, he'd enjoyed the cooks working all day and he would slip between their legs when he was little, winding about them like a tiny snake and learning all of the dishes. His grandfather had hated it, had said that it was common, but it had come in handy when he'd moved on to have his own shop.<br><br>"I don't know," he finally murmured, "I don't know what we're doing."<br><br>He carried over a plate of chicken with lemons freshly sliced on the side, beef with scallions and onions, three heaping plates of vegetables and with some tofu. <br><br>He set down some more meat buns and rested his chin on his hand in a movement that was far more human that his trained, graceful movements. "I don't know what we're doing. This promises to be the most foolish decision that I'll ever make. It'll destroy me if my grandfather finds out that the police suspect me of anything."<br><br>He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before smoothing it back once more, "What are we to each other? Other than an Officer and a suspect? I know that we're that much, but...my body is reminding me that we're more than that. Last night made me think we could try being more than that." He swallowed, wondering if he'd said something wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 00:04:43</strong>
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				"When I held you last night, I couldn't help thinking that I'd want us to be more than that."<br><br>He idly picked up his chopsticks and began to slowly and methodically eat the food set out before him. He didn't wolf it down this morning, he was too deep in thought but at least he could appreciate the food better and enjoyed the many flavours dancing on his tongue. With a faint smile that almost reached his eyes, he gestured to the food with his chopsticks.<br><br>"This food is amazing. You would make a wonderful wife."<br><br>He coughed suddenly and looked away from Li and their almost happy little domestic moment. He was mad, that had to be it. He was going mad. He would fuck everything up, lose his job, lose the respect he'd worked so hard to get, and for what? For a pretty face."<br><br>"But... could we really be more? I mean... you're a suspect in a case I am working on. Even if I decided to lie and tell them you are completely innocent... which I have to admit has crossed my mind a couple of times..."<br><br>He looked back at Li, his heavy lashed eyes full of pain.<br><br>"I would know... you would be doing terrible things, and I could have stopped it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 00:32:56</strong>
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				Li smiled ever so slightly and looked down, laughing softly when told he'd make a great wife, taking it as a compliment and not pointing out the fact that he was a man and that he wasn't so much a wife as a trader in an illegal human trade. He watched the other man's face in concern and then looked down.<br><br>He took a guilty little bite of his rice and then sighed quietly. <br><br>"I wouldn't ask you to lie for me. Even if you did, someone else would suspect something eventually. If it gets too bad I'll have to return to China - they'll never deport one of their own." Sighing softly, he ran his fingers back through his hair once more, mussing it slightly. He could see the pain in his partner's eyes and it made him look away uncomfortably, tilting his head down, shaking his head ever so slightly when he saw that pain in the other man's eyes.<br><br>He didn't want him to be unhappy even though he didn't understand it. <br><br>"I won't show you the things that I'm doing, then. You still haven't seen what I'm doing. You haven't actually gotten any proof. Not really."<br><br>He sounded more like he wanted to convince himself and he shook his head, nervously, "What are we to each other? I don't understand it. Why do I feel so connected to you? It's like...it's like I've been waiting for someone like you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 00:42:55</strong>
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				"But you don't understand.... if we are to be anything at all... anything more than a quick fuck in an underground room... then I need to see it. I need to see it all. I don't want to, but... those who are... those with something more, they don't hide things from each other. As foolish as it sounds, I want to trust you. I want to think of you as a good person."<br><br>He laughed bitterly and continued to eat in that slow methodical way every now and then sipping his tea and marvelling how it must be the best he had ever tasted, and yet it was only green tea, there really wasn't much more to it than that.<br><br>"What have you done to me? One night, it was just one night, and you are right... I feel like there's a connection, like we were meant to meet. How did one lustful night bring on these feelings? These feelings that I realy shouldn't have. What you do... Li... It's evil... don't you realise?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 01:00:03</strong>
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				Li frowned softly and looked down. He knew that the other man would never think of him as good. Not if he showed him everything. Not if he showed him all the things lurking underground and all the people sobbing downstairs, begging for their freedom. He knew that Officer Yan would never understand, that he'd think that he was evil when he saw the drugs, when he saw the humans, when he saw what Li did for a living. Nothing that he said would ever make the other man understand.<br><br>He smiled, though, to hear that the other man felt the same connection he did. <br><br>At least they had that.<br><br>"What I do isn't evil," he said, then, wide-eyed as anyone who truly believes in what they're saying. "They get sold into it or give themselves up - it's fair enough - and they get taken off to a better place in the end. Well, most of the time. Sometimes its worse, but usually they're factory workers or whores or something and they become the mistress of a rich man, or...or something. I don't know where a lot of them go, but for most of them, it ends up being a better place."<br><br>He shrugged, then, not knowing how to explain it. "And they're not..." he struggled to find words that the other man would understand, "They're not...human." He winced when he heard it said out loud like that. His father had always made it sound so much nicer, "When you see them, they act like animals. They react like animals. They don't seem human. So they're sold and dealt with like animals but they never get hurt unless they injure themselves. It's not..." <br><br>He frowned slightly, "It's always been like this." <br><br>At least, it had been, growing up for him. "It's not evil."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 01:18:30</strong>
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				Officer Gabriel Yan carefully placed his chopsticks down across his bowl and silently finished his tea. He began to carefully rearrange the table so that everything was neat and tidy again. It was almost as if he hadn't heard what li had just said. He began humming softly to himself as if they were husband and wife sharing a nice, happy little lunch in their perfect little kitchen. He had to calm himself, and had to have something else to concentrate on that wasn't what the smaller man had just said. There was no way he could actually believe that, was there? He couldn't believe that the people he kept down in those dark, cold tunnels were animals? It was then that he realised that Li had actually come out and said it. In the silence, he could hear the soft whirring sound coming from his trouser pocket. There is was. There was his proof. Li's confession. All he had to do was take that back to the station and that would be it. Other Officers would come down and Li would be overwhelmed. He would be arrested and he would be locked up for the rest of his life.<br><br>Gabriel carefully stood, making sure he hadn't spilled any food on his suit and slowly put on his suit jacket still deep in thought. He had yet to go home, and so the scent of thr shop and the scent of the beautiful man who had just made him lunch clung to him like a second skin. His long sooty eyelashes fluttered closed for a moment as the memories of last night came flood back to him. The feel of being deep inside Li's body, those soft little mewls he made quickly transforming into panting screams. The way he called out 'Officer' between breaths. Would he always be haunted by that night? Would Li every truly leave him?<br><br>Without a word, he took the small recording device out of his pocket and switched it off. Rewinding it a little, he waited until he was sure it was in the right place and carefully placed it on the table in front of Li. He looked straight into those cold grey eyes with his own jet fire and captured them for a few moments, trying to convey what he felt inside, but could not find the words.<br><br>"Listen to yourself Li. Tell me there's not something wrong there. I will be back when you close the shop and I will be alone. I think you need time to think."<br><br>He pressed play.<br><br><em>"What I do isn't evil, they get sold into it or give themselves up - it's fair enough - and they get taken off to a better place in the end. Well, most of the time. Sometimes its worse, but usually they're factory workers or whores or something and they become the mistress of a rich man, or...or something. I don't know where a lot of them go, but for most of them, it ends up being a better place. And they're not... They're not...human. When you see them, they act like animals. They react like animals. They don't seem human. So they're sold and dealt with like animals but they never get hurt unless they injure themselves. It's not..."</em><br><br>Gabriel turned and left the shop silently. Leaving Li alone to listen to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 01:55:28</strong>
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				Could he have understood him? The Officer certainly seemed to be taking it well and for one moment his heart soared up. Maybe the Officer had understood what he was saying. He was adjusting the plates and he looked rather peaceful, if thoughtful. Well, he could understand that. He could understand the other man wanting to take a moment to think about what he had just said. It was probably something new. He wasn't making a move to arrest him and for one wonderful, searingly bright moment, Li thought that he'd found someone who understood what he did and saw that it wasn't nearly as evil as everyone else seemed to think it was.<br><br>Then Gabriel Yan reached into his pocket and withdrew a recording device.<br><br>Li's pulse jumped into his throat and he froze, looking like a statue, chopsticks suspended limply between his fingers as he heard his own voice coming back at him from the machine. He stared at the Officer's eyes, seemingly not seeing him, setting down the chopsticks as the tape played back.<br><br>It didn't sound wrong to him.<br><br>It sounded like a jumbled explanation of something he'd believed in his whole life, something that he had thought was right since he could walk. He wished that he was as articulate and as graceful as his grandfather was and his heartbeat sped up as the other man turned and walked out of the shop. <br><br>There was a terrible moment of silence and then a huge crash from inside the shop as Li, in a fit of rage at having been so stupid as to have spoken his views aloud, swept everything off of the table and shattered thousands of dollars of antique porcelain. He picked up the recorder, hurled it across the shop, chased after it and then picked it up, ripping the tape out, throwing it to the ground and utterly destroying it under a tiny silk-wrapped foot. <br><br>He screamed, then, one long and drawn out sound of pain and frustration, kicking out and sending shard of porcelain flying about his shop.<br><br>He froze, caught sight of himself in the mirror, with his flushed cheeks and rage filled eyes. He immeditely righted himself, swept up the mess, and shut his shop for the day. No point doing the typical business. He needed to move his wares quickly. He called his clients from a disposable cellphone and told them they needed to be at the shop within the next hour. He rushed down to the tunnels, taking each man and woman out as it was required, shoving them into their respective clients arms. They could sense his anger and paid silently, wiring money into multiple untraceable accounts. Furious, Li went down into the tunnels, dashing bleach about to remove any bloodstains and denature the proteins in case of DNA testing. <br><br>He knew there were drugs in the tunnels but he couldn't be bothered to care.<br><br>He walked back up to his shop, winding his rage deep within himself, and comforted himself by checking his bank accounts through a secure and offshore server and then letting out a soft breath. <br><br>There were a few more humans down in the tunnels but he couldn't get rid of them himself. They'd be sold as bodyguards - they were dangerous, could kill him. He needed a special team of human traders to deal with them. He had a few young Chinese women as well, but those he dealt with himself. He was kinder to them, in a way - they'd been the third or fourth wives of cruel men and spirited down to him. He'd cleaned them up, cared for them, taught them skills like sewing and singing and poetry. They'd be sold in the next few days, earlier than he'd wanted. They'd been down there for three months, in the tunnels, but they'd come happy to get away from their lives. <br><br>Yet, to Gabriel Yan, everything he did was evil. <br><br>Some of them were like animals, but some he trained. Who was to say humans couldn't be trained? That made them as like a dog as he could see. He'd trained them and they'd become perfect women to marry men and become great society women, all thanks to him. He snarled, and swung the curtains to the tunnels shut. He wouldn't take Gabriel down there unless he was forced. He hesitated - maybe he should leave. Who was to say that Gabriel wouldn't come back with men from the Force?<br><br>No. No, he wouldn't. He wouldn't do that. <br><br>Li slipped a thin, easily concealed razor up his left sleeve, in the lining. If it came to that, he'd run into the tunnels, and disappear. Or if they captured him, he'd take his own life rather than betray his family's secrets. <br><br>He smirked, brutally cold then, and sat down to wait with the shop getting darker and darker, his seat lit by only two guttering candles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:26:20</strong>
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				The day dragged on as if it were a million years. Gabriel's heart felt heavy and his soul blackened and dead. He hoped that Li would understand. He hoped that he would see what he was doing was wrong, that humans shouldn't be kept in cages. All through the day, the darker part of him whispered about his fantasies to keep the shop keeper in his very own cage. To feed him and clean him and fuck him... to look after him in his own special way. How did that make him any different from Li? He tried to banish the thoughts, but they danced in his head as the hours ticked by, and with every minute his heart grew heavier. He wore the guise of a good man. A moral man. But deep down he was a hunter. An animal. Perhaps he should be the one in a cage? Maybe the word would be a safer place if he was locked away? Maybe Li would be safer...?<br><br>He didnt bother taking the car, and even though he knew it would take him over an hour he decided he needed the walk. As he watched the sun set behind the tall buildings, he pondered his situation. He couldn't quite pin-point how they got into this mess in the first place. Yes of course having sex with a suspect wasn't the smartest thing in the world, but at what point did he gain these feelings? It wasn't as if he fell for every pretty face that came his way, that just wasn't his style. He wasn't built that way. So what then? Where would this path lead? He could see already that it would lead to no good and that if he casta&nbsp; blind eye to what Li was doing then it would be almost as bad as if he were doing the deed himself.<br><br>When the little shop was in sight, he frowned as he caught sight of a familier figure slipping into the dark alley-way beside the small building. It was Weck. With a grim look on his face, Gabriel quickly stole after him, determined to find out what was going on. When he caught up with the other officer, he was crouched by a door hidden by crates and boxes, trying to pick the lock.<br><br>"What are you up to, Weck?"<br><br>His voice was soft and laced with barely concealed anger and danger. The other officer swung around, drawing his gun at the same time. He looked dishevelled and his eyes were wide, the hand that held the gun was shaking badly.<br><br>"You... fucking chink! You're helping him! I knew you were!"<br><br>Gabriel gritted his teeth and raising both hands took two careful steps forward.<br><br>"I am not helping him, Weck. I am just doing my job. What the hell are you doing out here? It doesn't matter that you're a cop, you're still breaking and entering. That could cost you your badge, and you're already walking a thin line. Put the gun away, Weck. I'm not your enemy."<br><br>Weck laughed and took a shaky step forward, pointing the gun at Gabriel's head.<br><br>"I saw you. I saw you enter the place, but you did not leave. I didn't see you leave until early this morning, and you were still wearing the same clothes. Are you fucking him, Yan? Is the little slant-eyed faggot your whore?"<br><br>Gabriel lost it then. He saw red and lunged at the other man, punching him square in the jaw as hard as he could. There was a sharp crack and then two gun shots rang out. Gabriel yelled in pain as one of the bullets connected with his shoulder. But he didn't stop. He could not explain his anger, his pre animalistic rage. He snatched the gun from the other man's hand and tackled him to the ground. The man's screams were muffled by the contact of Gabriel's fists pummelling into him over and over again, until there was only the wet smacking sound of the other officer's head repeatedly hitting the ground.<br><br>Panting heavily and shaking,, Gabriel sat himself up and carefully picked up the gun before leaning up against the cold stone wall. He sat there staring at the dead man covered in his blood from head to toe and felt nothing. He knew he should, but he couldn't. Perhaps it was the shock. Yes, that was probably it.<br><br><br>"Shit."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:47:04</strong>
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				There was a soft chink from his side door and Li dashed up from his chair but froze. He heard two men yelling, and one of them, one of them was...<br><br><em>My Officer.</em><br><br>There were two gunshots and he felt like all the blood had drained from his body, turning to ice as it did so. He couldn't be - no, he couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. He shivered and ran to the door, ripping at the locks, but the Officer's fists muffled the noise. He opened it a crack, just a crack, and then froze. One icy grey eye watched as Weck gave up his screaming and gave in to his death, to the steady beat of fists against his skill, blood spattering up onto Gabriel.<br><br>There was something beautiful, something terribly and tragically beautiful about seeing such a man released from his internal cages, and he knew that he'd had a hand in that. <br><br>Finally he straightened up, forcing himself to move, and shut the door.<br><br>It made no noise, and he took in a few deep breaths. Officer Yan had killed a man. In his alley. It was dark and most people wouldn't notice for a while yet, but - he had to get the body out of there. <br><br>Most of all, he had to help Officer Yan.<br><br>Silently thanking the gods above that he'd shut up his shop early he flung the door open, doing his best not to look at Weck's crushed skull. He swallowed hard and looked at the Officer, very white-faced, looking bloodless but trying to handle it as well as he could. <br><br>He knelt down, looked a bit more closely at the body, then Officer Yan. <br><br>Yes, the other man was definitely dead. But his Officer wasn't and he'd do all that he could to help him. <br><br>He stood up, then, eyes blazing. <br><br>He was trembling, though, as he started to realize that the Officer had beaten somebody because of him. That he'd corrupted Officer Yan to the point where he'd become a killer. Both of their lives were spiraling out of control. He stared at Gabriel for a moment and then bit his bottom lip hard, taking a step forwards, touching Gabriel's cheek. "Are you hurt?"<br><br>What he meant to say was that they needed to clean up the body less then ten inches from his foot. What he meant to say was that they needed to dispose of it in the sewers where it would never ever be found. What he meant to say was many things but all that came out was that simple, terrified question as tears welled in his eyes and terror rose that his Officer had gotten shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 02:58:41</strong>
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				Long, thick sooty black lashes fluttered against his honey tanned cheeks and he looked up at the beautiful young man who was staring at him with tears in his eyes. He really was truly beautiful. Despite all the bad he had done, despite him being everything he stood against, Gabriel found Li heart-breakingly beautiful. He was his. His beautiful little disobedient pet, and he had killed for him. Officer Yan was no fool. He had seen the look in Officer Weck's eyes, could smell the alcohol on his breath. If he had gotten in, his pretty little pet would have been badly hurt. He did it to save him. He beat a man to death to save a man he barely knew, but wanted to know so badly.<br><br>"My.... my name means Messenger of God... I... think I just did something very bad..."<br><br>He winced and clutched his wounded shoulder and sighed heavily. He would have to go to hospital and there would be a lot of explaining to do. But he thought well on his feet and if need be, there were a few lies he could tell. Chinatown wasn't safe after dark after all. Grunting and gritting his teeth he struggled to his feet and stared down at the body. He quickly took off his blood-stained shirt and tied it around his wounded shoulder. It would have to do for now. Leaning down, he hoisted the body onto his good shoulder and groaned with pain as he slowly stood up.<br>Turning to look at Li, he focused those glittering predatory eyes on the smaller man.<br><br>"Lead the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:12:35</strong>
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				Li wasted no time. He could see that the other man was in pain, that his shoulder was where he was wounded, and hopefully nowhere else. He shivered slightly when he heard the distant way the other man spoke. That his name meant Messenger of God...could that be true? He'd been sent an omen to leave this business? Whatever it was, there wasn't time to deal with it for now. He scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand to remove the tears that were starting to spill down his cheeks and held open first the door and then the curtain to the tunnels that extended down from them.<br><br>He hurried, a flashlight in hand more to help Gabriel than anything else, sweeping it along the walkway as he took the right tunnel for the first time in a while. It was barren, a series of rock chutes that opened into cement walkways under the city, dark water rushing visibly under the slits in the cement. He led them down a twisting maze of turns and curls, their footsteps echoing in the blackness.<br><br>"We're in the sewer system," he whispered quietly, taking them lower and lower.<br><br>He paused, then, for just a moment. <br><br>He realized he had to go left and took that turn, and the tunnel opened into a wide sewer, a rushing river of black water and two cement walkways on either side. "Dump him."<br><br>His voice was cold, emotionless. He couldn't allow himself to feel until he was done with this. Until the body was gone. <br><br>He waited for him to dump the body and then watched the Officer, trembling slightly with fear, hoping that he wouldn't collapse from blood loss. "When we get upstairs..." he looked at his lover's bare, bloodstained chest, pulse pounding in his throat as he realized the enormity of what the other man had done for him. He prayed God that Smithson wouldn't go the same way as Weck, wouldn't come looking for him when he didn't expect it. <br><br>He hadn't even needed that razor he'd hidden in his sleeve.<br><br>"I can take the bullet out of your shoulder for you. Did it go through or...or is it still there? If it's all the way through then we can go to the hospital, otherwise I have to take it out. They'll recognize it from Weck's gun. I'd have to take it out then shoot you again in the same place to make it seem like you'd been shot by a random gun in Chinatown..." he shivered at the thought of hurting the other man. "Do you need me to help you walk up?"<br><br>He was terrified, trying to think of how to cover ever possibility. He'd have to get rid of the blood before someone noticed it. He'd have to get rid of...everything had to be clean. He was nearly panicking. This was no trained killing, no expected or planned slaughtering of a pet. This was...this was different, but he had to be strong, despite the fear that made him want to pass out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:26:29</strong>
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				Silently Gabriel dumped the body into the murkey water and watched as it rolled and bobbed then eventually began to sink. Body. It was a body. That was how he had to think of it. It was just a body. Not Officer Weck. Not the man who was his collegue. Not the man he had worked with for six years. A body. A thing. It was not the man who refused to work with him on his first day. Not the man who continually refused to work with him as the years went by. It wasn't the man who used to mock him for his parentage, nor the one who teased him for his stunted English in those early days when he had been more used to Chinese or Italian. It wasn't the officer who gave him cruel nicknames. Half-Breed. Mario. Chink. He called him Mario so often that others on the force had started calling it him, not realising how hurtful it actually was.<br><br>"I killed you. You bastard."<br><br>His voice was almost a whisper and it was cold as ice. He would forever regret taking a life, but never regret that it was Weck. He shook himself and tried to bring his mind back to the task at hand. he looked down at Li, his face grim.<br><br>"The bullet is still in there. You're going to have to take it out and shoot me again. But, you're going to have to shoot me several times from the front and back, and try to put extra damage around this bullet hole so they won't be wondering why this wound doesn't have a bullet in it."<br><br>He looked back up towards the stairs and and winced as he rolled his injured shoulder.<br><br>"I can make it up there without help. I am still running on adenaline, so I should be ok for a while yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:37:10</strong>
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				Li realized that his lover didn't seem terribly angry about having taken a human life. It didn't seem like it was something so awful - not so long as it was Weck. He heard him whisper those words into the dark and knew that, along with the body, they'd die. The Officer could get rid of any feelings he had towards that hateful man as he bobbed down the black river and slowly sank down. He was gone and they'd never know that it was Gabriel who had killed him.<br><br>"I don't want to shoot you more than once," he whimpered.<br><br>He swallowed down that fear, though, and paused. They started the walk back upstairs and in there, he pulled out a drawer, with a few antique guns. He rearranged them so that they'd cover the absence. He'd dispose of it in the river as well.<br><br>"Can't I just shoot you once? Say it was a mugging?"<br><br>He bit his lip, tearing up again. No pet wanted to hurt its master. It felt wrong hurting Gabriel. <br><br>His cheongsam was dirty, shoes caked with dried blood. They'd be burned. He shivered from head to toe, biting his bottom lip so hard he thought it would bleed. "Where should we do it? Not here. We need to go a bit farther, so it seems like you were coming here. I don't want them to come searching here...Weck's blood is still in the alley and I have to clean it up."<br><br>He was terrified he'd misfire. He was a terrible shot. He was terrified he'd kill Gabriel instead of wounding him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:45:02</strong>
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				The wounded officer stepped foward and placed his bloody hands on Li's shoulder's looking down into those cold grey eyes that were now sparking with worry and fear. He had gotten them into this particular mess, and he was determined to get them out of it. The shooting, in his mind, was also his punishment.<br><br>"It needs to be more than once. We need to make it look frantic. We need to make it look like someone who isn't used to firing a gun, like it was someone who was desperate and this was all a mugging that went wrong. I was shot once, but then when they realised I was a police officer, they panicked and tried to finish me off."<br><br>He wrapped his strong arms around Li's smaller frame and placed a kiss on his forehead.<br><br>"I trust you to do this for me. For us. No one but you."<br><br>He crooked his finger beneath Li's chin and raised his face to his to lay a sweet kiss on his lips.<br><br>"Now, come on. Lets get this done, before I can no longer stand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:20:25</strong>
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				Li was trembling when the other man looked down into his eyes, strong and broad hands on his shoulders, whimpering when those arms wrapped around him. He clung to him as though he'd never see him again and he seemed to think that their romance was going to be over so soon after it had started. Their twisted, blacked, wizened romance. <br><br>He grabbed the gun and took a step back.<br><br>"Alright."<br><br>Another shaky little breath.<br><br>"Alright, I can do this." <br><br>He said that they needed to go and he led him down the alleys and a few blocks from the shop in the shadows, between the precinct and his shop. <br><br>"Stand by that wall," he gestured to the opposite wall, only a few feet from him. He was shaking now, terrified, so scared he'd shoot his lover. "I know I have to shoot you in the shoulder but where else? Where else so that I don't kill you?"<br><br>Another mewl escaped him, then, but this one was thick with pain, terror. He was convinced he'd kill his lover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:34:20</strong>
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				Gabriel followed Li silently back up the stairs, through the building and out into the dark, dangerous alley-ways of chinatown. He was faintly aware that he was trailing blood and that would have to be cleaned up. There was also blood spatters all over the alley-way where he had killed Weck, and there would probably be a little trail from where he carried him. yes, that would have to be cleaned up too. So much to do to cover up a murder. Murder. That is what he had done. He had murdered Weck. The pain of having had taken a human life began to seep into his bones, but he knew that he had to stay strong. He had to be strong for Li, and for himself. They had to get through this.<br><br>When Li told him to stand by the wall, he nodded silently and stumbled towards it. He was finally starting to feel the effect of the blood loss and his vision was starting to blur. Althought, thankfully the wound in his shoulder had started to go numb and so it wasn't bothering him so much anymore. It was more of an annoyance than anything else really. He stood facing the wall, as he thought it would be too cruel for Li to have to look him in the eyes whilst he pulled the trigger, and so he gave him his back.<br><br>"I am going to call the station. As soon as you have done the deed I need to to get away from here. You need to clean up the mess I made and make sure that nobody saw anything. You shut up the shop early as you were not feeling well, and you were there all night. You are to leave me here. This has to look good. When I say the word 'help' you are to open fire. Understand?"<br><br>He took out his radio and turned to smile gently at his lover. His Pet.<br><br>"Shoot me in the shoulder and the arm. It is my left which is a blessing, so make sure you get the same one! And if you kill me accidently..."<br><br>He shrugged and winced at the pain that suddenly rushed through his shoulder.<br><br>"Well at least you'll be rid of me."<br><br>Raising the radio to his lips he began to speak quickly, frantically in a choked gasping voice that was now no longer acting.<br><br>"Officer Gabriel Yan calling in from Chinatown. Attacked in down town. Youth with a gun. Need back up... need .... help ....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:58:20</strong>
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				Oh, oh, he couldn't do this. Looking at the other man with his bleeding shoulder and the shirt barely hanging off his frame he let out a tiny sob and nodded when told what he had to do. He was shaking badly and he wasn't sure he'd be able to do this. His left arm. Of course it would be his left arm, damnit, over his heart. He let out a tiny mewl when told what would happen if he accidentally killed him and when the other man started talking into the radio he shut his eyes and opened them only when he heard the word help.<br><br>He squeezed the gun. There was the smashing sound of bullets exploding against a brick wall and then ripping through flesh in a mechanical patter. It was like a rain storm. <br><br>He didn't know where they hit and he turned and ran as fast as he could, tears blurring his vision. The first thing he did was use a hose in the back alley on the sidewalk where his lover had walked, hosing it down. With the wind, it was dry in minutes. He was viciously methodical in his cleanup of everything around him.<br><br>Then was Weck's blood. He heard sirens, and ducked down behind a trashcan as the lights wailed past his house. He used bleach and water pouring both in equal measure over Weck's blood, washing that away. A scattering of trash covered any wet spots. Then inside, where the blood was on the carpets. <br><br>He was terrified. There was so much to hide. <br><br>He flicked on all the electric lights that he'd never used before and thanked God that at least some of them didn't instantly burn out. <br><br>He began rolling up the antique carpets, leaving them in hunks, hurling them down the cement passageways. He hoped to God that they didn't want to search his shop too thoroughly as he shoved them down the corridor at a rapid pace, one by one, brutally efficient. They were abandoned in a cold stone room that was locked off and in a tiny fissure, where no grown man would be able to get except for him, well-hidden.<br><br>He had only seconds, if that, if they were coming to ask him questions. <br><br>He began hurriedly unrolling new carpets, tugging furniture over them to make it look planned, hurtling up the stairs to his bedroom. Thank God he still had a fire going, thank God. <br><br>He hurled his cheongsam into it and used a cloth to rub off any blood on his body, then tossed that in as well, the fabrics being eaten up within seconds. He shoved himself into bed after hurling himself downstairs to shut off the lights and then he hurried upstairs to toss himself in bed, make it look like he'd slept there, mussing his hair and burying his head in the pillows. He stifled his sobbing against the silk. What if he was dead? What if he was dead, and it was all for nothing? What if he'd killed his lover?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 05:12:28</strong>
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				He felt the bullets ripping through his body and let out a strangled cry of pain. He fell to his knees alone in that dark, cold alley-way. He could vaguely hear the radio crackling of the radio and the voice on the other end asking him if he knew of his exact location and asking if he was alright.<br><br>"Second left... down Chen street... trying to bandage the wounds... think there are... too many..."<br><br>It was at that point he lost conciousness. His last thoughts were of his pretty little pet. His beautiful love. He hoped that he managed to get away in time.<br>The ambulance crew and two officers found him twenty minutes later. Li had managed not to hit anything vital, but he had lost a lot of blood and was now in a critical condition. It was Smithson and his new partner Fielding who were sent to the little shop to question the strange, petite shop owner. Smithson hoped to find out what had happened to Weck, as his wife had called him in such a state as he had disapeared again. Once they got to the shop, Smithson spoke to Fielding in hushed tones.<br><br>"Right, we will be telling Li that Officer Yan is dead, fear goes a long way and if he thinks that a police officer was killed in his end of town whilst all this commotion was going on with his shop, especially since Yan was the one investigating, he will be more likely to co-operate."<br><br>Fielding simply nodded and Smithson knocked on the door. When Li opened it, they would show their badges and Smithson would say in a stern yet sorrowful tone.<br><br>"Mr Li, we are here to ask you a few questions about the murder of Officer Gabriel Yan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 05:20:05</strong>
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				Li had been lying in bed and waiting for someone to knock on his door. Any news was better than this damned waiting. He couldn't take much more of this without driving himself absolutely mad with terror or grief at this point. <br><br>He jumped up when he heard the knock then let them knock again to make it seem as though he was sleeping. <br><br>He came down in a deep red robe, almost black, made of silk but embroidered on the hems with black silk waves. He hurried down the stairs with his hair mussed and his face pale but he still looked etheral and he looked tiny in the robe. <br><br>He lit a few gasp lamps to light the room then opened the door slowly. <br><br>When they heard what he said what little color there was in his face drained, and his eyes fluttered dangerously, as though he were about to pass out. It could have seemed to have been from nerves or exhaustion or fear but it was clear that the man wasn't going to be able to remain standing much longer.<br><br>"Murder?"<br><br>His voice was breathy and he caught the doorframe so he wouldn't fully collapse, raising burning grey eyes, "Are you coming here to question me about a murder?" His voice began to rise, then, becoming increasingly more hysterical as it set in that he had killed his lover. <br><br>He stepped back to let them in but he didn't seem to be in any mood to play his usual games. He had just, apparently, been roused from bed and was shaking from head to foot in what seemed like fine little tremors as though he were about to collapse from the strain of having officers interrogating him once more. <br><br>"Why won't you leave me alone..." he choked out, walking gracefully but unsteadily to the counter, mechanically setting out three teacups out of habit more than anything else. He still looked as though he might just lose it and slide down the wall in a dead faint. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 05:31:45</strong>
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				"There is no need to get upset, Mr Li. We are not treating you as a suspect, as the report said that Officer Yan called back up as he had been shot by a youth with a gun. If it had been you, he would have said it was you. He has been interviewing you for the past two days, so I am sure he knows what you look like by now."<br><br>Smithson spoke smoothly and calmly as Fielding looked around the little shop and watched curiously as the shop owner began to set out cups.<br><br>"We would just like to ask you a few questions as it is in your neighbourhood. We would like to know if you heard or saw anything. Also, at what times didn you see Officer Yan today? If I may ask, how did he seem to you? Was he aggitated? Did he seem to have a lot on his mind, or was he simply professional and got on with his job?"<br><br>As he spoke, Smithson looked around to see if he could find any clue that his former partner had been here at all. Everyone else thought that Weck was crazy and was spiriling into a drug problem. But Smithson knew him better than that. He believed that li had done something to him.<br><br>"Has... has any other Officers been by to see you at all today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 05:46:57</strong>
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				Li paused for a moment, shook his head in distress, and shrugged. He brewed a strong, dark tea, something to soothe his shaking nerves and poured three cups. <br><br>"If you'd like," he said coolly while gesturing at the little cups before him. He picked up a cup and took a slow sip. He refilled it once, twice, then moved to a chair and gestured to the two empty ones before him. His back never touched the back of the chair and his cheeks seemed to take on a tiny bit of color as he took a slow sip.<br><br>The carpets were fresh, the room clean, everything spotless. There were almost no signs of Weck - nothing that Li could see at any rate. <br><br>He took a deep sip of tea, "He seemed normal. Courteous but professional. I ate my lunch and told him I wouldn't talk to him if he didn't at least sit down for lunch. I answered a few questions but he seemed normal." <br><br>Terrified and angry and horrified that his lover sold human slaves.<br><br>"He didn't seem any different than any other day I've ever seen him," he said blandly, "But I've come down with a bit of a virus and I've been sick." His skin was feverish from terror and guilt and it wasn't hard to believe that he'd taken ill, "I shut the shop down a few hours after the Officer left. If anyone came by I didn't know it," he said, to cover any tracks lest Weck have wandered in. "I took a bath and then made an early night until you all woke me."<br><br>He drained his cup an set it down, still trembling, white as a sheet and looking more and more ill by the moment. <br><br>He shot a look at Smithson that was frozen from the inside out, full of fury, full of a hatred that couldn't be expressed in words or so it seemed. He hated him for working with Weck and for bringing this upon them. The look he gave Smithson made it very clear that he had the personality to kill Weck if he had so chosen, with that much anger, and that beating under the surface of that pretty skin was a monster waiting to be unleashed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 06:02:07</strong>
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				Officer Smithson nodded and jotted down everything that Li had said with a blank expression whilst Fielding continued to be mystified by things that he found in the shop. Smithson sighed and rolled his eyes. He missed his former partner and hoped that he would be well enough to come back on the job soon. This guy was driving him crazy already and it was only their first night on the job together. Snapping the notebook shut with an annoyed grimace, he shoved it in his pocket and gestured to Fielding.<br><br>"Well, thank you for your time, Mr Li. Please contact us if you hear anything else."<br><br>With a curt nod, the two officers turned and left the shop.<br><br>--------<br><br>Gabriel awoke stiff and groggy the next afternoon with Fielding sat next to his bed thumbing through an old magazine. Fielding had transfered in a few months back and hadn't quite settled in yet, but Gabriel liked him well enough and they talked quite a bit when there was a spare moment. <br><br>"They're telling people you're dead you know. Well, not everyone, but your suspect list... the people who's cases you've been working on for the past month or so. Just thought you'd best know so you don't give some crook a heart-attack when you do your grocery shopping all alive and such."<br><br>Gabriel smirked and managed a pained chuckle. Yeah, he liked Fielding. Then it really sunk in what he had just said. Li thought he was dead. <br><br>"Can you call a doctor in here?"<br><br>After an hour of arguing with his doctor, Gabriel told him that he was leaving whether the man liked it or not. They couldn't force him to stay, so he might as well sign him out. The doctor maid him promise to stay in bed as soon as he got home, as it wasn't the flu he was recovering from, but surgery to take bullets from his shoulder and arm.<br>Unable to drive, and having left his car at home, he declined the offer of a lift from a puzzled Fielding and took a cab down to chinatown.<br>Leaning up against the wall of the shop, he took a moment to catch his breath and tried not scratch at his dressings and cast. Once he was sure he wasn't about the faint, he walked causually into the shop.<br><br>"Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 15:03:11</strong>
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				Li nodded and watched as they left. He left the teacups around the room, not bothering cleaning them up, and mechanically blew the candles out. He felt as though he'd been ripped open and drained and that everything had been ruined. He'd killed his lover. He'd killed the one man that he'd wanted to save. The one man that he wanted to fight for. He made his way up to the bedroom and lay in bed but didn't get a wink of sleep. He lay on his back and stared at the canopy of the huge bed, curled up tiny in the middle of it, sobbing quietly in the darkness of his room where no one could hear him. He soaked the piles of pillows with his tears, tossed and turned, skin feverish with the agony that he thought would tear him apart.<br><br>When the sun started to rise he forced himself to get up, and he didn't even bother with his customary bath, or with a his usual cold smile.<br><br>He slipped into a simple white cheongsam but against the deathly pallor of his skin he looked like the one who was dead. He hadn't eaten since lunch the day before and his eyes glittered in a decidedly un-healthy way, his cheeks flushed with a high fever but the rest of his skin white as bone. <br><br>He opened the shop but it was a quiet day and he wasn't bustling about in a flurry of activity like he usually was. <br><br>The dark circles under his eyes looked out of place on his usually-flawless face, and his head was on his palm, eyes somewhere far away. He shivered slightly when the door opened and he looked up blankly. <br><br>Then Gabriel was standing before him.<br><br>"No," he whispered softly, and was on his feet before he could stop himself. He sprinted forwards a few steps, then realized that he might hurt him if he barrelled into him. He stopped and then touched his fingertips to the man's chest. His bottom lip trembled and his shoulders began to shake. Took a step forwards until he was buried in the man's arms, "I'm sorry," he said with a soft sob, "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I thought I killed you."<br><br>He had thought that he had killed the man who might master him.<br><br>He'd never broken down before before so he was trying to hold himself together, but he was failing, "I thought I killed you..." he repeated, the guilt heavy and audible on the tip of his tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 02:44:41</strong>
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				Gabriel wrapped his arms gently around his petite, lithe lover, resting his cheek upon Li's head and taking in the scent of his hair. He winced a little as he pulled on his stitches, but tried not to let it show. Once again he found himself trying to put on a strong front for the smaller man. To shelter him in his arms and let him know that everything was going to be ok. He had killed a man for him. As he had lay unconcious in the hospital bed, Weck's bloody, smashed face had haunted him. Gabriel didn't like the other man. In fact he hated him, but that didn't mean that he didn't regret taking a human life. He knew that he would regret it to the end of his days.<br><br>But....<br><br>So long as Li was safe. So long as he was still alive and not hurt, then Gabriel could take this blow to his moral heart. He would carry this taint deep within his soul and not let it touch the fallen angel he held in his arms. He would save him. Somehow, he would save Li from himself.<br><br>"I had to see you. I found out what they had told you... I had to make sure you were ok."<br><br>His voice was thick with pain and he swayed slightly as he cursed his own impatience for leaving the hospital before he was truly able.<br><br>"But I could use the use of your bed for a little while. I do not think I will get home in this state."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 02:56:56</strong>
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				Li took in a shuddering breath. "I wasn't okay," he whispered, "I wasn't, but then...oh, God, let's get you to bed. I'm sorry. You have to rest, I shouldn't be moping around like this while you're still hurt. I'll take care of you," he whispered as he took Gabriel's hand and let him up the stairs swiftly but carefully. With efficient hands he undressed the other man and when he was naked, he pushed him to the bed, but the look on his face shifted from lust to care with a concentrated effort. He pulled the blankets up over the man's waist and propped pillows up behind his back, making him comfortable as best he could though he rarely acted as a nursemaid. <br><br>"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"<br><br>He lingered at the door, with a look on his face that made it clear he didn't want to leave. That he didn't want Gabriel to leave.<br><br>That he wasn't certain if he wanted Gabriel to ever walk out of this shop. His eyes were still feverish, full of the pain of having lost Gabriel.<br><br>He wouldn't lose him again.<br><br>"Smithson lied to me," he said softly, a slim white hand on the door frame. "I won't forget it. I won't forget that he told me that you'd died." Smithson had lied to him and it had nearly cost Li his life. He had lain in bed, wondering if he should have killed himself, after what he had done. After slaughtering his lover. He'd chosen not to, but...he shook his head, and it was clear that no matter what was said he wouldn't forgive the other man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 03:07:00</strong>
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				"It is a cruel practice, but one used to try and make people talk out of fear. I have never approved of it."<br><br>He settled himself down in the comfortable bed and sighed in a contented manner. The orgy-sied bed was certainly more comfortable than the tiny, narrow, hard hospital beds. He had no idea how he stayed knocked out for that long laying in such discomfort. Despite Li twittering about food and drink and taking care of him, Gabriel found that he was watching that beautiful mouth move but wasn't really paying much attention to what he was saying. He could hear him fine, but it was not food or drink that he wanted now. Despite the immense pain he was in, just being in Li's bed surrounded by his sweet scent was enough to make his body react.<br><br>"I am hungry, but food will not fill me. I am thirsty, but water will not quench me. Look at you, my little disobediant pet, you do not look well at all. Have you not being taking care of yourself? Regardless of what you thought, or what Smithson told you, I do not want you to allow yourself to waste away. You are mine, and I want to be able to use you whenever I wish. I cannot use a withered, weak bag of bones."<br><br>He pulled the blankets back and revealed his erect, thick member. Taking himself into his hands he began to slowly stroke himself, and he raised his other hand to beckon to Li.<br><br>"Come here. Let me feed you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 03:52:38</strong>
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				Li turned and his little rosebud mouth turned into a soft pout when the other man told him that food wouldn't fill him. He wanted to point out that his lover needed food and water and that whether or not he <em>thought</em> it wouldn't quench him, he was going to bring him food and water. He then let out a soft sigh, but as the words continued his eyes glittered, and he shook his head mutely to show that he hadn't cared at all what had happened to him.<br><br>He looked at that achingly hard member standing up for him and bit his bottom lip hard.<br><br>"I should be...getting you food..."<br><br>His lips were moistened by a quick flick of his tongue and he took two steps forwards before he could stop himself. "Are you sure...I won't hurt you?"<br><br>He let out a moan low in his throat as he climbed up from the food of the bed, kneeling on all fours between his lover's legs, slim face framed by sheets of dark hair. He moaned and licked from base to tip, "You should be resting..." he whispered, but his submissive nature got the best of him and it was clear that he couldn't resist the thick, throbbing length before it, as though he'd been hungry for it, desperat for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:05:31</strong>
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				"You will get me food when I <em>tell</em> you to get me food. Right now all I want is to feel your lips around me. I am in a lot of pain, my pet. Take away some of that pain for me. Make me feel pleasure. I haven't been able to relax since I was last in your bed and I order you to relax your Master now. He <em>needs</em> it."<br><br>Gabriel shuddered as Li's delightful tongue stroked up his member from base to tip and he stroked his lover's cheek gently as he let out a soft, lustful moan. Threading his long fingers through the smaller man's silky soft hair, he wound those jet black threads around his hand before digging his nails into the other man's scalp roughly.<br><br>"I will not be teased. I did not say lick it. Neither did I tell you to stare at it. Now wrap your sweet lips around me and make me forget."<br><br>The larger man forced his swollen member into Li's mouth and thrust upwards, wincing slightly in pain. Deciding agaist thrusting, he instead forced Li's head down until his lips touched the base.<br>Closing his eyes he rested his head back on the pillow, sure that the other man had gotten the hint and let out a blissful sigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:31:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li began letting out tiny little sounds of pleasure, tiny whimpers of joy and ecstasy at being so closer to the other man, at those words. As much as he knew that he had captivated Gabriel he knew that the reverse was true as well and that Gabriel was no more his than he belonged to the other man. He grinned and arched when his cheek was stroked, only to arch, ass in the air and hips wiggling, when he felt the nails digging into his scalp and he was being pushed down and ordered like the pet he'd never known he'd wanted to be. <br><br>He parted his lips and relaxed his throat as best he could, gag reflex making the muscles trembling for just a minute.<br><br>He shut his eyes and then gasped when the other man thrust, not used to having his throat fucked like this, getting achingly hard as well. He lowered his head down and then began bobbing as best he could, lips touching the base each time, the movements smooth and slick and tight.<br><br>He hummed his pleasure around his mouthful, tongue toying with every stroke up, throat relaxing with every bob down.<br><br>His pale eyes flickered up to meet the other man's and then he arched again and returned to his task with a renewed vigor.<br><br>It was like he needed this as much as Gabriel did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:49:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhhh gods.... my good little pet... my good little slut..."<br><br>Despite his aching body he began once more to thrust into the smaller man's mouth once again, gasping and moaning his pleasure. When Li looked up and their eyes met, he thought he was going to loose himself to the raw sexual need riding his body. He feared he would spill into that sweet mouth too soon. He managed to get a hold of himself, gripping Li's hair with both hands and rsgging him roughly up and down on his shaft. One hand untangled itself from the long silky hair and began to tear at Li's clothing. Thrusting his hand beneath the torn silk he sought out those delicious rosebud nipples and stroked and pinhced them between his rough fingers. <br><br>"That's it. That's my good pet. Moan for me. Let me know that you are enjoying giving your Master such pleasure."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 05:09:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li smiled around his mouthful when he felt the response in his lover's body. He shivered and gasped when the other man began dragging him up and down so roughly on his shaft that he knew his voice would be rough in the morning to reflect what had happened before. His lips only tightened, his throat working desperately to keep up with the pace.<br><br>The silk of his cheongsam gave out under the tearing fingers and he cried out in what was almost an orgasm.<br><br>He nearly lost it when his lover's hands began&nbsp; toying with his nipples, slim body arching and moving in response, clearly inching towards that end just from the look on his lover's face, from the way his lover's hands moved on his body. <br><br>His throat tightened and he came up to take in a shaky breath before going down almost instantly, picking up the pace rapidly to bring his lover over that edge. <br><br>He loved knowing that he had power like this over a man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 05:30:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Too soon.... he was going to come too soon, and he had not even enjoyed his lover's body yet. he knew if he spent himself inside Li's mouth, then he wouldn't have the strength to take him again until the next day. He wanted him now. He wanted to be deep inside him, feeling his warmth tightening around his needy member. But he could barely thrust between his beautoful pet's lips, so how could he thrust into his body. Gabriel gasped and thrashed on the bed, so very close to completion but now allowing himself that sweet bliss of tipping over the edge. He wanted it to last forever, this heavenly feeling. To feel these rushing waves of pleasure over and over and over again.<br><br>With a strangled cry he wound his fingers tighter in the smaller man's hair and dragged his head up and off his slick member. Gazing into those grey eyes with a feral look, he dragged him on top of his wounded body, ignoring the sharp, aching pangs of pain. His full lips pressed hard against the other man's sweet mouth and forced his tongue inside. With a simple kiss he was proving his dominance over the other man. Invading his mouth as he was about to invade his body.<br><br>Eager fingers slipped into the waistband of the silky trousers and began to pull them down, but desperation and impatience got the better of him and he simple tore the garment in two. His large hands grabbed that pert, lucious ass and squeazed it wantonly before forcing himself hard and fast inside.<br><br>"Ride me, my pet. Make your Master come."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 05:46:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li crawled atop the other man's body, dragged up by his hair, aching in the best and worst ways, head thrown back and throat working as he swallowed. He groaned into the kiss and submitted, his tongue sliding along and complimenting the other man's, shaking as his clothes were literally torn from his body. He screamed in pleasure when his pants were torn away and he was suddenly thrust into. Dressed in scraps of his cheongsam, he arched, whole spine bowing back as the other man thrust into him. <br><br>There was a moment where he trembled, trying to get his control back, then he let it go with a shout of pleasure. <br><br>He began rising and falling, fucking himself at a hard pace, harden than most men his size could have taken. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, thrusting up and down, riding him hard, nails digging into his lover's chest but avoiding the wounds on his shoulder.<br><br>He came in for another searing kiss and leant down against his lover's body.<br><br>His panting was hard, fast, breath coming in tiny little gasps as he approached that end.<br><br>"I'm so close," he gasped, "You've got me so close...Gabriel...Officer...Master!"<br><br>The words came one after the other and he neatly lost it with the last word, all of his muscles tightening in a tight, wet slide.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 05:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh these kisses, these sweet touches and the feel of his pet's tight little body, he feared he may die from them. He wrapped his long fingers around his lover's member, and stroked him as fast as Li was fucking him. He kept changing the pressure, light and sweet at first until he was pumping him rough and hard. This was it... this was what home felt like. That other pikece of his soul was here in this room. His dark, twisted disobedient little pet. Li was the other half of him in more ways than one. He was his mirror image. The smaller man's morals were twisted and bitter, but he hoped to change that, he knew there was a softness in him, and he would beat it out of him if he had to.<br><br>"Close... so close... my pet... fall with me... come with me...."<br><br>With a feral yell, his other hand clawed down Li's back and he sank his teeth into the smaller man's shoulder as he spilt himself deep inside him. Gabriel's entire body was shaking, and he was panting heavily. Wrapping his arms gently around his lover, he gathered him to his chest and lay a soft, sweet kiss on his forehead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 15:42:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li couldn't last much longer at a pace this brutal and his back arched and his tiny fingers dug into his lover's chest as he writhed atop the member fucking him so hard. He arched back, thrust himself up and down to make it last for as long as it could, screaming in pleasure for the other man. His slim white legs were spread eagerly over him, fingers splayed on his chest. His eyes were shut in bliss and when the other man said that he could cum with him he let himself go and let go of the shreds of self-control he'd been holding.<br><br>Slim nails dug into his lover's chest, head tossed back, lips parting in a shout of pleasure.<br><br>He came hard, body jerking, collapsing forwards onto the other man's chest and not drawing off of him quite yet.<br><br>He withdrew only a few minutes later, moving to Gabriel's uninjured side, tugging the blankets up over them and picking scraps of fabric from him. He was still covered in shredded bits of silk and he purred in pleasure at the sight of his naked body under the tiny bits, picking them off and pushing them away until he was fully bare, a tiny plum-colored piece hiding on his forearm.<br><br>He draped himself over Gabriel's body, careful not to hurt him, trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Officer," he moaned softly, licking his shoulder before pressing a soft, possessive little bite there, laying his head atop it to rest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 21:54:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel allowed himself the luxury of silence as he lay with the exquisite petite man nestled in his arms. He didn't know what to say to his beautiful pet, nor did he want to say anything at this moment in time. Simply laying there and holding him close, listening to his soft panting breathes, taking in the scent of his silky hair and relishing the feel of his soft skin against his own was enough.<br>There was a lot the officer had to think about, this wasn't going to be a conventional relationship by any standards and he still wasn't happy with the way his petite lover made his money.<br>The more time he spent with the wily smaller man, the more the Officer thought that perhaps he could be reasoned with, maybe he could persuade him to stop such cruelty. A soft smirk danced upon his full lips and he stopped the bitter chuckle just before it slipped from his throat. Perhaps they could run away together, to somewhere where no one would know them and start again.<br><br>"You mourned my passing?"<br><br>He voice was soft and had the edge of something that could be called love if given the time and energy to bloom.<br><br>"I will not deny that a small part of me thought that perhaps you would be glad to be rid of me. Would certainly make your life easier. But... you mourned me. That... means a lot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 22:41:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li paused for a moment, catching his breath, still trying to gather himself. He had a few choice scraps of silk clinging to his white skin, only serving to emphasize the beautiful lines of his small body. He stroked a hand down the other man's broad chest, reflecting on the fact that this relationship had the potential to go very sour very quickly if Gabriel came to the point where, soon enough, he wasn't able to handle the things that he did to make a living.<br><br>Then again, the Officer had slaughtered someone for him already.<br><br>He supposed that that was as good a start as he could ask for.<br><br>"Yes," he whispered softly, after a few pregnant moments of silence. "I mourned you. I would have...I do not know what I would have done had it been true. But I mourned you." He shook his hair over his face and paused, "Should I get you some food? I have herbs that will help with the pain."<br><br>Opium, mostly.<br><br>Li had a bit of a taste for opium - the heaviness of limbs, the sweetness that seemed to fill him from the inside out. He tried not to let the habit take over him but it was tempting, especially when he had access to what poets had once smoked. No cheap heroin for him (though he did allow it to be shipped through his shop). <br><br>He liked the softness in the other man's voice. His own was cool, but sweet...still unreadable. He certainly had feelings forming but as he didn't yet know what they were, he didn't want to reveal them quite yet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 23:18:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel nodded his head slightly and allowed his long fingers to thread through Li's silky soft hair, petting him as one would a prize pedigree kitten. He felt a rush of power flow through him as he thought of Li as just that. A prize pet, something that was his. Something he could use and abuse and yet at the same time take good care of. Groom him, dress him feed him and make sure he keeps being this beautiful vision of angelic loveliness. Of course he knew that vision was a lie, but he tried not to let that dangerous little detail get in the way. Or should it...? Not as kitten, no he would never be that.... a tiger perhaps? Yes, a dangerous pet, that is what he was. Not a housecat by any means... maybe if his morals weren't so tight-fast he could maybe....<br><br>Gabriel sighed and closed his eyes trying to stop the thoughts that were now rampaging through his tired mind. Li probably made more in a month than he made in a year, the thought alone was sorely tempting. But something deep inside him told him that he wouldn't be able to get away with it. And then there was the murder... he never thought he would do that either....<br><br>"Food would be good, yes. And something for the pain."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 23:40:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright. Stay here, please. And don't move. I don't want you injuring yourself any further." <br><br>He paused for a second and then got up, biting back a soft moan as he felt his muscles protesting the action. Clearly, his body wanted nothing more than to stay here with Gabriel but that wasn't an option. He got up and reached behind the priceless screen in the corner of his room, withdrawing a sleek crimson robe, tossing it over his shoulders.<br><br>He belted it loosely at the waist, barely securing it so that long swathes of clear white skin were revealed, pure skin gleaming like powdery snow. His dark hair swayed as he walked, a stitched fall of cherry blossoms cascading down his shoulder and down his waist. The robe was floor-length and the backs of his heels were flashes of white as he headed downstairs.<br><br>He made some easy food that would keep well - some dumplings for dinner, as well as a simple chicken dish that he'd had stewing for a bit, a rich home-style meal that would fortify his lover's strength. He poured the stew over some rice and then turned, grabbing a simple purple powder and packing it into a long black bamboo pipe, with golden filigree dancing all up and down the length of the sides.<br><br>He packed the opium in and lit it, taking a deep breath in, letting the opium light properly as well as the drugs running into his system. He came upstairs with green tea and food on a tray, enough to feed a small army, and set it on the bed. His pupils were dilated, movements more langorous, like a panther. "Here," he said, offering the pipe. "Take a few breaths in. It'll take care of your pain. And eat up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 02:28:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Officer watched with sharp, glinting eyes as his lover slowly left the warmth and comfort of the orgy sized bed. The soft moan that escaped the smaller man's lips was enough to send a shiver down Gabriel's spine. He loved the way he moved, not exactly like a woman but at times far more graceful than any woman he had ever met. He watched as those long delicate fingers grasped the silk robe and encircled his narrow shoulders with it's silky softness. Those long legs that had gripped him in the heat of passion not long ago carrying him across the room and away from him, and the voice that had screamed his name softly asking him not to move.<br><br>Placing his hands behind his head, a small smile played on his lips as he stared at the ceiling. Perhaps he could get used to this. Maybe this was what having a good little wife was like? He had already taken one step onto the slippery slope down to hell by murdering a fellow officer, so why would a few more sins matter? He didn't know the people whom Li enslaved and sold off. They didn't matter to him. For all he knew, they could be bad people. But in his heart, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it. He just didn't have it in him.<br><br>When Li came back, Gabriel's smile widened at the smell of food, but he frowned when he realised that he was being offered Opium. The Officer thought for a few minutes before nodding and taking the pipe from his lover's beautiful hands. What was one more step? He took a deep breath on the pipe and letting it out slowly, allowing his eyes to close.<br><br>"My Dark Angel... I believe you may be a bad influence on me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 04:10:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li smiled faintly, eyes glinting like little jet sparks. "Yes..." he murmured, "Yes, I believe that I am a bad influence. Maybe...if you ever wanted to make more money than you do...we could use someone as strong as you in our little operation. I'm still a bit nervous that you'll turn me in, though..." <br><br>He took back the pipe and took in his own slow, pleasantly langorous breath. He ran his fingers back through his dark hair, shaking it out in a silky sheet. He was beautiful in a rather luxurious way, with long, soft dark hair, and silk dripping off of his shoulders, barely hiding his nakedness. He let Gabriel take a few more breaths of opium and then he set it aside. He let out a breath of smoke and ran his hand down his lover's chest, feeling the rippling muscles, "You probably have to go in to work tomorrow, hm..." <br><br><br>He sighed softly. <br><br>It was a pity...but he'd be able to get some work done. At least his lover wouldn't be out of commission for too long...the bullet wounds didn't seem to be bothering him too much. He smiled faintly, and while it was beautiful, it was cold as ice. Li could be cruel, and he would never be the sweet little thing that he looked like. He tucked the blankets up around his lover, slowly feeding him bites of food like a good pet would, taking a few bites inbetween himself. He was peckish, and didn't eat particularly often. <br><br>He had work to do tomorrow, so he supposed that he could sleep in. He knew his lover would be up earlier than him. <br><br>He didn't bother taking off the robe, just slid beneath the covers with the thin silk revealing him down to the curve of his back, curling up rather contentedly on his lover's uninjured side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 22:56:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I were not a moral man... I would take up your offer straight away. But... I suppose the fact that I... killed... well, I guess I am not as moral as I once thought. Perhaps there are things I am willing to do that I never thought I would. For you... there are many lines I would cross. Leave it with me. I will think about it."<br><br>Gabriel frowned deeply and let out a heavy sigh. His life had become so much more complicated since Li had come into his life, and half the time he didn't know whether he was coming or going anymore. When he looked in the mirror, it was a stranger he saw. Perhaps that is the man he had always been, but whom he had smothered with his moral code and allowed to fade.<br><br>"I have a few days off work, I don't have to go back until next week. They don't like that one of their officers have been shot at and another missing. They want me to lay low for a while. Don't worry though, I will stay out of your hair. But I will visit every now and again, you won't know I'm here, but I'll be making sure there's no one snooping around. You're mine. I won't have anyone arresting you or causing you harm. That is for me to do, should I choose it."<br><br>He allowed a lazy grin to creep over his lips and winked at the petite man by his side.<br><br>"But do not worry, I have no desire to do either."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 05:22:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li smiled faintly. He trailed his long fingers up and down his lover's chest - he wondered if he could bring his lover over to the dark side. Maybe. Some of his darkest things he'd never show the other man - the humans that he sold for huge amounts solely so rich sadists could get their kicks - but the lighter things...that he could get Gabriel involved with. The girls who had no hope for their lives and who would be sold to be mistresses, giving them a life that they'd never otherwise get. Perhaps his lover could stomach that. <br><br>He smiled faintly, licking a slow line up his lover's collarbone, placing a few tiny bruises to show that Gabriel was as much his as he belonged to the man. <br><br>"Don't disappear for too long. I want you to come and see me. Don't go a whole week without coming by." Perhaps he was a bit needy. A bit submissive. He could admit that much - now that he'd found a man who was capable of forcing him to submit the idea of having someone to look forward to seeing wasn't such a bad thing. <br><br>He smiled faintly, nodding, nuzzling his lover's shoulder. <br><br>There was no need to inform the other man that if things got bad and he thought that he'd be arrested, he'd be out of their country faster than Gabriel could blink. <br><br>"You have to at least stay the night. I'll rebandage your shoulder in the morning." He trailed his pale, cool fingertips over the other man's wounded shoulder, careful not to apply any pressure, feeling the texture of the bandages. He was silent for a moment and then he looked down, almond-shaped eyes lowering for a moment before looking away. "I'm sorry I hurt you." <br><br>He would never admit how terrifying it had been to think he'd killed his lover, to feel the gun kicking back in his hands. He never used guns - he preferred more subtle methods. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 22:43:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think I could go a whole week without seeing you..."<br><br>He gathered the smaller man ever closer to his broad chest and gently kissed him on the forehead before trailing those heated lips down Li's face and nibbled on his earlobe and jawline before dragging his tongue along that pale, esquisite neck. Gabriel let out an almost growling purr as he nuzzled and nibbled his pet's throat. He could feel his erection pushing against the blankets and he smirked softly to himself. He had not expected to be ready to go again so soon. Grasping hold of Li's delicate chin, he looked deep into those sarcastic eyes and before capturing those sweet lips with his own, he whispered.<br><br>"You may be my pet, my possetion, but I am man enough to admit that I belong to you an much as you belong to me."<br><br>He gave into his urges then and captured Li's lips with his own. This kiss did not lack passion, but it was gentler and far sweeter than any of the kisses from before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 23:57:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li's body was aching, exhausted - but he had never felt better. He moaned softly as his lover's lips trailed down his neck and traced his jawline, teeth toying with his earlobe. His body responded instinctually - writhing and tilting his head back, begging his lover to do more to him, to bring him more pain. He'd never experienced such a...delightful...feeling. The feeling of giving himself utterly to someone who could break him with a well-aimed flick of his hand. <br><br>His eyes were cold as he looked at Gabriel, like mirror, reflecting what they saw but revealing nothing. It was his defense mechanism. He didn't know what to do - he was confused, unsure of how he should act - but this was like a drug. He knew that he couldn't go back to not having someone do this to him. <br><br>He leant into the kiss, stroking a hand down Gabriel's chest, toying with the strong muscles of his abdomen. <br><br>"I should go and do some work," he whispered softly, lips brushing his lover's. His business wasn't going to run itself without his supervision, and now that he wasn't worried about that other cop wandering into his shop, he had to get back to work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 00:20:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel was so content, he felt as if he could purr. He wanted to curl around Li like some giant panther and dig his claws in, keeping the rest of the world away from them both, If only he could do that, if only that could be true. To have a little world which just contained the both of them. No secrets, no need to hide and feel like he was doing something wrong. Was he doing something wrong? He smirked a little and shook his head as he took in the scent of his smaller lover. Of course he was doing something wrong, he was fucking and slowly becoming obsessed with a suspect. <br><br><em>Messenger of God</em><br><br>His name meant Messenger of God. But who was the one who needed saving here? Him or Li? Thinking back on that fateful night, he was the one who started this whole thing. He was the one who pushed himself upon the beautiful shop owner. He could no longer blame it on the fact he just needed to get laid. That excuse was becoming rather pathetic. If that was true, he would have just fucked him and turned him in. But now, he didn't know which way to turn.<br><br>Slowly he reached around the back of his neck and unclasped the silver necklace he wore before sitting it up slightly and fixing it around Li's neck and giving him yet another searing kiss.<br><br>"Because you're mine... Don't take it off."<br><br>With a lavish grin he slapped Li on his pert behind.<br><br>"Be off with you. Open your shop. I need to sleep."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 00:52:36</strong>
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				Li didn't want to get up - he stayed curled on top of his lover's chest, snuggling up to him, letting out soft little sighs of contentment - then he turned his head to move his hair back. He let the other man put the heavy necklace on him and let it sit on his slim neck, bumping over his delicate collarbones. He stroked a hand down it and smiled faintly - he was Gabriel's. <br><br>He was just as much a pet as the humans he sold.<br><br>The ones he was about to receive. <br><br>He yawned, kissed his lover, and jumped when his backside was slapped. He frowned slightly - still being about as proper and uptight as anyone ever had - but the tiny smile that tugged at his lips stole the frown quickly enough. He got up, slipped behind the screen, and began to get dressed.<br><br>When he came out he was wearing a tight pair of slim black silk pants, embroidered with crimson around the ankles, and a pair of black slipper-like shoes with crimson flowers on them. His cheongsam fell just below his knees, in a rich crimson, embroidered with gold and a few touches of black. He tied his hair back into a ponytail, falling sleek down his back, then looped it into a loop hanging on his neck so that no one on their knees could grab it. He was so very pale, made all the more clear by his dark-colored clothing, pressing another kiss to the man's lips and closing the door. <br><br>He walked downstairs, into the front room, checking that all the windows and doors were shut. It was night, time to start his real business, and he sighed. <br><br>Within a few minutes there was a soft knock at the back door, where the police officer had been beaten to death. He opened it, the main room still lavishly decorated with antique furniture, lit by a few beautiful guttering candles. He looked devilish, there in his tiny body and his delicate clothing, skin white as ivory. Two tall men with rippling&nbsp; muscles dragged in two girls, fighting as hard as they could. Their faces were smeared with dirt and tears and their skimpy clothes were ripped. <br><br>"Please," one began to sob, "Please, we didn't do anything, I swear, we just...please."<br><br>Li paused, looking them over from his vantage at the back of the room, lips pursed. "Where are they from?"<br><br>"Orphans - in foster care. Their foster parents are junkies and won't notice they're gone for months. No one else knows them - they're not registered in school, nothing. Chechnyov will like them. They're his type."<br><br>Li looked at the girls - they were pretty, under the dirt and smeared makeup and tears. Pity that Chechnyov would get them - they wouldn't live long after they'd been delivered. "Well. They'll need to be cleaned up, at the very least." <br><br>One of the girls let out an ear-shattering scream, then. Hoping that someone would save her. Hoping that someone would come and stop whatever was going to happen to her. The big man closed his hand around her neck and squeezed until her eyes went glassy and she went limp - unconscious, but not dead. Her friend whimpered and feel silent. Li froze, looking around, but no one moved around them. His neighbors would think it came from somewhere else. <br><br>He opened the curtain, beckoning them to follow, dragging the girls down into the tunnels, one sobbing, the other limp as a rag doll. When they were down far enough underground that the air was stale and damp and smelled like rot, he paused. He ushered them into a room - punching in a code on a keypad - and revealed an empty stone room with smooth walls. There was a box in the corner, also with a code, and he punched that in. He withdrew a syringe and after a slight struggle, had both girls injected with sedatives. <br><br>He looked at the men, then nodded. "Thank you. I'll call Chechnyov and have him come and get the girls with his me. I'll give you your payment tomorrow, when the sun is up, as usual." <br><br>The two men looking at Li glanced to the two unconscious girls then nodded, "You okay with them, boss? We don't want them to hurt you if they wake up."<br><br>Their concern was momentarily touching, though it didn't do much to warm the withered, barren heart Li had. He'd bought these men when they were older them him - when he was twelve, and they were eighteen - and had them trained and paid until they were as loyal as dogs. <br><br>"I'll be fine." <br><br>The men went to wait upstairs until the sun came up, and he picked up an industrial hose, stripped the girls of their clothes, and then began blasting the dirt off of them. Their limp bodies jumped and slid over the floor until they hit the wall. When they were pink and clean he washed their hair, combed it, then braided it and tied it back. He made sure not to get anything but his shoes wet. He left the girls naked - bundling up the clothes to burn - and shut the door behind him. When he came upstairs he had one of the men stoke a fire, setting the clothes on the floor next to it to be burned, showing that two more girls were in his soft little hands. He paid the men - bundles of hundreds from under the counter - and sat back at his counter. Gabriel would probably be having to go to work soon, he reflected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 20:27:14</strong>
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				It was the ear piercing scream that jolted the Officer awake before he could truly fall asleep. Frowning, he eased himself out of bed and carefully dressed. As much as he felt that the situation was urgent, he wouldn't have been able to move fast if he had tried. His shoulder throbbed and a dull ache beat through it to the time of his thudding heart. Gabriel knew that whatever had caused the scream would have been done and gone by the time he got down the stairs, so to hurry at this point in the proceedings seemed pointless. If it had been Li he had heard scream however, he would have leapt from the bed naked as the day he was born and torn all his stitches running to his aid. With a dissatisfied and pained grunt, he left the warmth and comfort of the luxurious room and went downstairs. He explored everywhere in the house except the underground tunnels, for he expected that Li would be down there, and he didn't think he was ready to truly see what his lover was up to. Although he would never admit it, not even to himself.<br><br>He was about to leave when something caught his eye. It was only by chance that he saw it, but the sight made his jaw twitch and his lips set in a grim line. Carefully he plucked the long hair that was caught on the door frame and glared at it as if it had caused all his problems. He shrugged and was about to dismiss it as a customer would had accidently snagged their hair, but as he went through the building, he noticed that some of the rugs and carpets were uneven as if there had been a struggle and there was a small scrap of cloth caught in the back door. Picking up the tiny piece of cloth, he wrapped the hair in it and placed them in a small plastic baggie he kept in his pocket. They would probably lead him no where, but he couldn't be too careful. he feared that he had closed his eyes and ears to his dangerous lover for far too long. Getting caught up in this little power trip, he had almost forgotten that he was investigating him. <br>He looked towards the door which lead down to the underground tunnels and frowned as he thought he heard the sound of gushing water. The large man shook his head and sighed, he wanted to find out more about what he was dealing with here. Li's file hadn't been completed when he first set out on this case, but it should be ready by now, these things didn't usually take that long.<br><br>With a heavy sigh, he turned and left the horror, and strange comfort of the little shop and made his way to work. He arrived to a hero's welcome, even the collegues he didn't really get on with that well were pleased to see him and glad to see that he was ok. Only Smithson looked at him with suspicious eyes before finally coming over to him and speaking in soft tones.<br><br>"Officer Weck is still missing. You wouldn't know anything about that would you? You were both in china town at the same time. Only, you returned, and he still hasn't."<br><br>Gabriel turned cold, unfeeling eyes upon the other Officer, eyes that looked more at home on Li's face than his own, making Smithson take a step back.<br><br>"I did not see Weck. But I do know he has been harrassing the shop keeper, Mr Li. If he keeps that up, we will find the law looking very unfavourably upon us and we will never get to the bottom of this case. I feel for his family, and I am sure he'll turn up soon, but Weck has made a lot of wrong turns recently. It wouldn't surprise me if he'd pissed off the wrong people."<br><br>Smithson stared open-mouthed at Gabriel as the other man turned from him and made his way to his desk. Shaking his head with a sneer, Smithson called out to him.<br><br>"You've changed, Yan..."<br><br>Without even turning around, Gabriel smirked and answered.<br><br>"I haven't changed, Smithson, you're just getting to know me better."<br><br>And with that he sat down at his desk to find the file was there just as he had requested. Smiling gratefully and accepting the coffee given to him by one of the female officers, he began reading. The Officer began to feel sick to his stomach. It was worse that he had been told. He didn't honestly know how he could continue to carry on his strange, yet fullfilling relationship with Li, but he didn't think he could stop even if he tried. It was too early to call it love, in fact he was unsure if he had actually ever been in love before, so was unsure as to how it would feel. It felt stronger than lust, despite it being a strong factor. Obsession maybe? Gabriel sighed and continued to read, thinking about what he should do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:09:37</strong>
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				Li noticed that the Officer had left but he knew that he'd be back, so he continued on about his work, doing what he had to in order to get rid of most of the evidence. He cleaned up, paid his helpers, and once the shop had mostly been scrubbed down he opened up the shop for the day, dealing in his usual teas and antiques, the pleasant and sunny side of his business. <br><br>Li's file, compiled carefully and thoroughly, was incredibly thick. There was nothing that could directly incriminate him but the circumstantial evidence was overwhelming. <br><br>Li's file started with his presence at known mafia meetings, when he was only about seven years old. Grainy photos of him in Shanghai holding his grandfather's hand, dressed up like a doll, being carefully guarded by bodyguards as he rushed in and out of meetings with some of the world's most notorious sadists at his grandfather's side. His mother had died when he was young, and though it appeared to be suicide, she'd likely been murdered. <br><br>His father had died a bloody death when he was thirteen - Li had been found in the same room as him, curled up in a ball, seemingly comatose. According to medical records the boy seemed to have suffered signs of severe abuse and the translated police reports made it clear that Li had probably been the one to kill his father, but that whatever strings his grandfather had pulled had gotten the young man off the hook for that. <br><br>The slave trade had clearly been a part of their family for years - Li's grandfather had been linked to some of the most gruesome murders in his country's history. A particularly telling spread was a pile of starved, burned, and beaten bodies with the same thick chains that had been in Li's basement wound around their decimated corpses. They had been found in an abandoned warehouse - apparently unable to sell them after the economy crashed, Li's grandfather had decided to leave them there to suffer and die. <br><br>There were photos of a sixteen year old Li with the rich and elite - sons of kings and rulers, with celebrities - enjoying the chicest club. Apparently he'd taken a year or so and dabbled in drugs - there were photos of him being carried out by bodyguards, unconscious, high on cocaine or wildly drunk. At age nineteen, apparently his grandfather had put his foot down and Li's shaggy hair had cleaned up, his rebellious clothing had turned back to traditional, and he'd apparently withdrawn into himself. The business had boomed, then - more bodies began piling up, more people disappeared, and the business had expanded when Li turned twenty one, and he'd been sent to New York.<br><br>The numbers showed that women started going missing - junkies, factory workers - and suddenly quite a few powerful men were seen with beautiful, mysterious mistresses, whores, pets. DNA testing had proven that a few sexual sadists had gotten their kicks with Li's help as well, though Li was never linked back to it. Li's own past was sketchy at best - it seemed that he was entirely under his overpowering grandfather's thumb - but it was clear what sorts of business he had his hands in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:52:44</strong>
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				The longer he read, the more nightmarish images the pages in front of him conjoured up. He closed the file with a frustrated snap and stared broodingly off into space, his mind was full of unanswered questions and thoughts of recent murder. He really had no room to throw stones, and just the knowledge that he would do it again should anything try to harm Li scared him rather a lot. It was at this point that he began to worry that perhaps he wasn't quite all there. Anyone else in his position would have found the evidence needed to arrest Li and throw him in jail. For the things his lover had done, he deserved to rot in jail for the rest of his life, but Gabriel was begining to think he wouldn't be able to do it. Li belonged to him, why would he want to throw him in jail? Li excited him, he made his blood boil and his flesh ache with need. He had never felt so alive before, and despite him now realising the petite man was becoming an addiction, didn't want to give him up.<br><br>As he was lost in thought, he suddenly caught sight of Smithson grabbing hus jacket and hurrying out of the door. Frowning, Gabriel packed up the file and tucked it under his shoulder. He gave the Chief a wane smile and slung his jacket over his arm.<br><br>"I tried, Sir. But I really don't think I am well enough to be here. The medication the Doc has me on is making me dizzy and all hell and I can't concentrate. I'm gonna take this file home with me though and try to work on it from there."<br><br>The Chief nodded and dismissed him, saying he didn't understand what Gabriel was doing back at work so soon anyway. All the warmth left Gabriel's eyes as he got in his car and watched as Smithson drove off in the direction of china town. He knew what the other man was going there for, and he wasn't about to allow it. But it wasn't just Li he was protecting. If Smithson found anything connecting Gabriel to Weck's murder, then his life was over. He parked a little way away from the shop and watched as Smithson went down the back alley where his partner had been killed. He knew what he was going to do, and strangely he felt calm. He wasn't afraid, in fact he was excited. Smithson wasn't a bad man, but he was getting in the way of his plans, and he wasn't going to let that happen.<br><br>Gabriel found Smithson searching around the back door. He considered just hitting him around the back of his head with the butt of his gun, but then grinned as he got a much better idea.<br><br>"Doing my job for me, Smithson?"<br><br>The other Officer turned around swiftly, his eyes wide with shock.<br><br>"What are you doing here, Yan? I thought I'd have a look around on your behalf since your still pretty banged up."<br><br>Gabriel smirked and patted the other man on the shoulder in a friendly fashion.<br><br>"I appreciate it, but you're looking in the wrong places. Come on, I'll take you down into the tunnels. Actually, I'm glad you came I could do with another pair of eyes."<br><br>He lead Officer Smithson further down the alley to wha looked like a dead end, but there was actually a narrow passage to the side with a black door. He put his shoulder to the door and grunted as he lifted it a few inches and pushed hard, the old hinges groaning in protest before the door creaked open.<br><br>"You see, this door is rarely locked during the day, I guess he feels secure that no one will find it, either that or his... shipments come at night. You go first, my eyes are still fuzzy from my meds, I'm gonna need you to help me our or I'm going to be walking into every available surface."<br><br>Smithson frowned at Gabriel for a moment before nodding and entering first. Yan entered shortly after, shutting the door tightly behind them. Smithson had a small pen torch with him, but Gabriel had of course lied about his eyesight. He could see the man in front of him perfectly well. It wasn't long before Officer Yan had herded Smithson into the room where he and Li had first fucked. Smithson was so preoccupied staring wide-eyed at the chains and cages, that he did not hear Gabriel draw his gun. He did not notice as the other Officer came up behind him and hit him sharply around the back of the head with the butt of his gun. Smithson's eyes widened for a moment before he fell to the floor.<br><br>Gabrtiel quickly checked the man's breathing and his pulse. All was fine, apart from the bleeding to the back of his head, but it wasn't as bad as it looked. He shackled the man's wrists and ankles and fixed one of the large collars around his neck before hoisting him up by his arms onto the wall. Taking a step back to make sure the other man couldn't escape, Gabriel perched on the edge of one of the cages and waited for Smithson to wake up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:17:13</strong>
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				Li had been going about his daily business, but he was...distracted. <br><br>"How much is this?" <br><br>The small hand on his shoulder made him jump, and he looked at the woman in surprise, "Ah..." he said softly, "Excuse me. It's ten dollars an ounce. Would you like some?"<br><br>He packaged it up for her, but he could have sworn he heard - yes, there it was, the creak of the hinges of his farthest door being opened and shut. Who would be enough of a fool to wander down into <em>his</em> tunnels, into <em>his</em> secrets?<br><br>Smoothing his crimson cheongsam, he ushered his client out with a polite bow and a cool smile that didn't reach his eyes. <br><br>He snapped the shutters down quickly, bolting the front door, locking the shop up in record time. He barred the back door and then reached up under his counter, ripping the knife that had been taped to the underside of the counter into his palm. It was small but very sharp. He looked around, eyes narrowed, then made his way into the tunnels. He didn't use a light - his face was drawn, pale, colorless. He didn't like confronting strangers in the dark. Not when it could cause him personal harm, but he heard the dragging of chains and he picked up his pace.<br><br>Silently, he approached the room where Officer Yan had first taken him - his stomach clenched at the thought - and paused.<br><br>He couldn't quite see who it was. <br><br>He listened and after a few moments approached from the side. <br><br>When he saw Gabriel perched on a cage he came into the room quickly, frowning.<br><br>"What are you do...doing..." <br><br>He froze when he saw the other officer suspended in chains, and Gabriel holding a file. "Officer," he said, voice cool and sweet but dangerous as a viper's hiss. "Explain to me why I have another member of your task force in my basement." <br><br>He trusted Gabriel implicitly but his eyes were trained on the manila folder still tucked under Gabriel's arm, his own name printed across the front. What did it say? What had Gabriel found out about his past that he had so carefully hidden? <br><br>And what were they going to do about this new officer in his basement?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 23:20:01</strong>
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				A slow wolfish smile crept over Gabriel's full lips as he heard a small moan as the chained Officer began to come around. His eyes briefly flicked over to look at Li, but then swiftly went back to watching Smithson.<br><br>"Officer Smithson, welcome back. I am sure you're familier with Mr Li, so I do not need to make formal introductions."<br><br>Smithson blinked a few times, then all the colour drained from his face when he realised his situation. He stared into Gabriel's predatory eyes and did not reconise the man before him. Gabriel looked too different, it was as if his entire persona had changed.<br><br>"What are you doing....? What am I doing here...? Yan... you are fucked, do you realise that! You will go to jail for this! I'll make sure you <em>rot!</em>"<br><br>Gabriel Yan's grin grew ever wider and he let out a slow, cruel chuckle.<br><br>"Oh? Do you really think I will? You left without saying a word to anyone, most assumed you just went home, worried about Weck. And lets say, you never make it home... well, there is a crazy youth out there who seems to take a liking to knocking off police officers. He may have gotten both Weck, <em>and</em> you. Only I was lucky enough to survive."<br><br>He stood with the grace of a jungle cat and flicked open the large file, walking slowly towards the chained Officer Smithson as he flicked through the pages.<br><br>"Very interesting read this. Thank you for putting it together for me."<br><br>Gabriel slyly looked over to Li but was still talking to Smithson.<br><br>"Some of your best works in here."<br><br>Smithson struggled against his chains and screamed in frustration.<br><br>"What the fuck are you doing, Yan? Let me down. Let me go and I'll tell no one. I swear!"<br><br>Gabriel began to flick through the file again before staring straight at Smithson with a steely gaze.<br><br>"Answer my questions truthfully and I shall let you go."<br><br>Smithson nodded and promised that he would answer every question correctly. He had never been a brave man, and with his eyes flicking between Gabriel and Li, he did not know which one he should fear the most.<br><br>"You like to work alone for the most part, will only work with Weck. You both compiled this together didn't you?"<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>"Would anyone noticed if say a few pieces went missing?"<br><br>"No, but I have copies of most of it on my laptop."<br><br>"And you are going to give me that password aren't you? Laptop in your car?"<br><br>"Password is 88hy449 and yes, it's in my car."<br><br>Gabriel snapped the folder shut and stood right in front of Smithson so close they were almost touching.<br><br>"You sicken me Smithson. You have no heart. No pride. I haven't even done anything to you yet and you're weeping like a baby. Thank fuck you were never in a histage situation cause you'd be bleeding our government for all out funds."<br><br>Still looking at Smithson, he spoke to Li.<br><br>"Li. I'd like you to meet the man who got the police here in America on your scent in the first place. He's been trailing you for years. What do you want to do with him?"<br><br>Smithson's eyes bulged and he struggled in his chains.<br><br>"But... you said you wouldn't hurt me! You said you'd let me go!"<br><br><br>"I lied."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 00:04:52</strong>
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				Li stood very still, wondering what was going on, doing his best not to say anything that would make the situation worse. He listened to Smithson, turning his eyes to him, but there was nothing there. There was a coolness, but more than that, he looked detatched. He looked as though he didn't know - or didn't care - what was going on around him. Sociopathic. Where Gabriel's own emotions were being repressed, if Li had had any to begin with, they were certainly gone now. He circled around Smithson slowly, looking back over his shoulder at Gabriel, eyes wide. He looked, for the first time in his life, to someone else for guidance.<br><br>He was becoming more reliant upon Gabriel - reliant on his Master to guide him when it came to this - when it came to a fellow police officer. Were it someone else he wouldn't have looked for assistance but he was letting Gabriel lead him in this. He smiled faintly when Gabriel said that there was a crazy youth killing police officers.<br><br>"Well," he murmured softly, coming over to his lover's side.<br><br>He trailed his finger's up Gabriel's arm in what would have been a sweet way but what came highly sexual as he watched his lover with bright eyes, "The bullet wounds were my fault." He let his body brush Gabriel's for just a second before he let his lover continue the questioning. Ah, he decided, it was time to get rid of Smithson and anyone else who had been investigating his case because there was no one else that could put him away except for Gabriel if he could just go ahead and get the contents of that file surpressed. <br><br>He laughed, then, head tilted back and rich sound spilling out of his lips when Gabriel said that he'd lied to the other man.<br><br>"Oh, Smithson, you don't understand..." he whispered, coming around to wrap his arms around Gabriel from behind, licking a slow line up his neck, eyes gleaming predatorily. "I don't think you realize what you've done, trailing me. You see, I have my own Officer who has integrated himself into my life..." he ran a hand down Gabriel's side, sauntering towards Smithson, clearly enjoying playing with him, "I don't need any more. As such, you've become extranneous..."<br><br>He stretched, then, twirling on the tiny balls of his feet.<br><br>"Should I test out some of my training devices? Break you then make you into a pet? Or maybe just break you, and then dispose of you like we did your partner. I suppose you're lonely without him. I can fix that, you know. Bring you to where he is. Well, his grave, at least."<br><br>Li looked back at Gabriel, and his eyes were blazing with delight, utterly inhuman in their elation at watching a person crumble before their eyes. He was mad, but beautiful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 00:23:07</strong>
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				"Mad! the both of you are mad!"<br><br>Officer Smithson struggled against the chains so violently that the cuffs rubbed his wrists raw but he didn't seem to notice. He was in the middle of a nightmare where nothing made sense anymore.<br><br>"You... you've been in on it all the time! You been helping this <em>faggot</em> run his slave trade!"<br><br>Gabriel went very still then, the only movement was one of his hands than snaked around Li's waist and held him to his much larger body briefly. He allowed thr full anger of what Smithson had just said to fill his eyes and blaze outwards at the other Officer. When he spoke his voice was dangerously soft.<br><br>"Oh no, you have it wrong. I have not been helping Li with his business. I have read this entire file, and I must say..."<br><br>He then turned those stern eyes to Li, but spoke as one who chastise a child or the family pet.<br><br>"I am <em>very</em> unhappy with some of the things I have found in there, and we will be discussing it later my pet..."<br><br>Smithson's face twisted in disgust as slumped in his chains."<br><br>"Pet... <em>pet!</em> He's your pet...? What the fuck have you gotten yourself into, Yan?"<br><br>Gabriel calmly walked over to another large iron collar fixed to a chain and held it in his hands, testing it for heaviness. Seemingly satisfied, he walked back over to the chained man.<br><br>"Ah yes, about that. Li is mine. He belongs to me. I don't like people tarnishing my possetions, and I most certainly do not like people being rude and uncivil towards my Pet..."<br><br>He allowed the collar to fall from his hand, then at the last second grabbed the chain and swiftly swung the heavy collar into Smithson's knee. A loud crack filled the room swiftly followed by Smithson's screams.<br><br>"So lets cut down on the name calling, shall we?"<br><br>Smithson whimpered and his head rolled back hitting the wall with a dull thud.<br><br>"How could you...? How could you enter into a relationship with this monster? He... he killed Weck!"<br><br>Gabriel let out a nasty little laugh before dropping the collar and stalking towards the trapped Officer. He slammed his hands against the wall either side of Smithson's head and gave him the full wolfish grin.<br><br>"I. Killed. Weck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 05:28:58</strong>
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				Li winced when called 'faggot' - he'd never liked being called that and it hit a bit too close to home - but Gabriel's arm winding around his waist brought out a pleased little purr and a delicate bend of his torso so that he was held tightly against Gabriel's front. His cheek pressed into the other man's chest and he let out a soft breath, frowning slightly when told that he would be talking about the file later with Gabriel. He looked away and muttered something in Chinese under his breath but it was inaudible, though the meaning was clear enough - he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to talk about the things Gabriel had seen in there - about his father, about his past drug use, about his past lovers or the men that he sold both men and women to for sexually sadistic slavery. He didn't care, particularly - it paid the bills. <br><br>He smiled faintly, though, though it was an echo of his usual ones. It was just the barest touch on his lips. Even though his usual smiles were unreadable this one was even colder. <br><br>It was as though the mention of his file had brought out a darker, angrier, more bitter side to him. The sharp aftertaste to his usually sweet demeanor. He felt a bit better when the other man walked towards Smithson and swang the collar down onto his knee, but tutted as he leant over Smithson and admitted he killed Weck.<br><br>"Now, now, Officer...while I appreciate the sentiment, you really shouldn't be damaging him quite yet. There are far more effective ways to destroy him, that won't show on his body, lest it be found. You must learn not to use brute force." <br><br>He reached under his lover's arm, stroking a hand down Smithson's face, pressing in right under his ear along the curve of his jaw. Smithson screamed as though he was being burnt alive. Li withdrew his hand and Smithson stopped, trembling, a sunny smile on Li's decievingly young and sweet face.<br><br>His innocent laugh belied his words. "It's all a matter of pressure. Though I certainly do adore all those big, rippling muscles. I still haven't decided what to do with him yet, so let's not destroy him too much. He could fetch a good price - there are those who would love an NYPD officer to do whatever they would like with." <br><br>He stretched slightly, but was preoccupied with thoughts of what Gabriel would want to ask him, looking up at the one man who had ever been able to tame him. "Let's leave Officer Smithson down here to think about all his bad decisions, shall we, Officer Yan?" He wound a slim hand around his waist with a tiny smile, playful, though he was trying to distract the other man from asking him questions about his past.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 00:45:37</strong>
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				Gabriel could still feel the seething anger rippling through his body as he stared at the other officer. Although his screams of pain cheered him a little, it did not stop the bitterness from suffocating his once kind heart. He could have really been someone on the Force by now if it wasn't for Smithson and Weck. Not only did they hold him back by making him not believe in himself, but by tarnishing others opinions of him also. Perhaps with them both gone it would be his chance to shine, to finally become the best he could be. Of course there was the little matter of Li. Being in a relationship with the one you were supposed to be investigating, no matter how perverse or innocent that relationship may be, was ill advised. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with the lithe little man, but he knew that he couldn't allow him to carry on with what he had been doing. It had already been established that he would kill for his lover, and torture. But could he allow those delicate hands to destroy more lives? With an almost animal-like snarl he moved his face so close to Smithson's that they were almost touching and stared him down as a predator would his prey before turning back towards Li.<br><br>"I think perhaps that might be a good idea."<br><br>He threaded his long fingers into the smaller man's hair and tugged it gently so he pulled his head back, allowing him to steal a kiss. It was almost innocent, sweet even. A mere brushing of his lips against Li's sweet mouth, how he yearned to devour him.<br><br>"Lead the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:13:49</strong>
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				He tugged his lover up through the halls, up to the stairs, back into the open showroom of the beautiful antiques shop. He brushed his fingers over a cherry-wood chair, removing an invisible speck of dust, turning those cat-like eyes onto his lover. "Just leave him to me," he whispered, running his fingertips down Gabriel's chest with a small smile, "I don't want you to lose what light you still have left. Can't have you becoming the dark half of our coupling." His voice was soft, playful, like honey dripping over knives.<br><br>He slid his hands under the hem of Gabriel's shirt, carressing his chest, "Don't kill him. I'll make sure no one ever hears from him again - and you can continue your rise on the police ladder."<br><br>Sweet promises, soft words, it all mixed with the faint scent of jasmine and poppies.<br><br>"I'll get rid of him."<br><br>He would sell him off, make a profit. Who wouldn't want a policeman to torture and play with? There were plenty of people who would buy, plenty of people who would pay him for the right to dispose of the body. It was going to be so painfully easy. <br><br>Plus, he didn't want to see his darling Gabriel too tarnished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 20:06:17</strong>
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				Gabriel gathered the petite man up into his arms and held him close, allowing his scent to cloud his mind and lose his senses. He was lost at sea and his soul was at stake. He had bloodied his hands for one who destroyed lives, and the horror of it all was that he knew he would do it again and again. Anything to keep him safe. He pressed his lips to the top of Li's head and allowed his eyes to flutter shut, as he inhaled the scent of his hair and gently brushed his fingers down the back of his neck.<br><br>"As much as I do not wish to, I am afraid I am going to have to agree with you. I will be needed at the station more tat ever now they are two officers down, and they will be watching me more closely. I do not think they suspect me, but they will not want to lose another officer. Be careful, my love."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 00:37:39</strong>
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				Li smiled that wicked, tiny little smile of him, burying his head in his lover's shoulder. He breathed in the scent of man, of a clean and starched shirt, of a day at work. He smelled like home, and Li felt more comfortable there in his arms than he had ever felt anywhere else. <br><br>"Go and take care of your job. I'll make sure that it's like he was never even on this earth. There won't be any traces left, don't you worry." <br><br>Unfortunately, Smithson would have to die a rather painful death, but that wasn't so bad.<br><br>Afterall, he was just another piece of meat to Li, an animal ready for the slaughter. <br><br>Li's eyes still held the blank innocence of childhood, a non-understanding that torturing and killing people was wrong. To him, it was a part of his daily life. There was no reason not to do it - and certainly no reason not to make a profit off of it. <br><br>He gave that unreadable little smile and set about contacting his clients through a series of runners - he leant his head out, whispering to a few young men in Chinese and they set off, utterly faithful to him. No one in the area would rat him out.<br><br>He turned back to Gabriel, leaning up for one more gentle kiss, standing on his tiptoes as he was so much smaller than the other man. "Come home from work soon. I'll have dinner waiting for you." <br><br>It was such a pleasant little domestic scene, and yet...and yet, it was all so wrong. Li was a monster, albeit a beautiful one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 21:09:51</strong>
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				Gabriel held the smaller man to to his chest fiercely, as if he could not bear to let him go. He was beginning to stop questioning his love for this man, it was true that he had not known him long at all, but he felt that they were thrown together by fate. There was a reason he was brought to Li's doorstep, a reason that he became undeniably attracted to him. He was like his own personal drug and he didn't know how to quit him, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to. He leaned into the kiss and savoured the taste of his lover's lips, before pressing his forehead to Li's and whispering fervently.<br><br>"I will save you, Li. I don't know how, but everything will be all right. I swear to you. I'll make it all right some how. I'll see you tonight."<br><br>He placed a chaste kiss on the top of the smaller man's head before swiftly leaving to return to the station.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 20:56:50</strong>
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				Li couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly, as he was told that he would be saved. He pressed himself against Gabriel's body for one last moment and then let him leave, shutting up the shop for the day, getting ready to rid them of the cop. He was the least thing they wanted hanging around, afterall. <br><br>He paused, looking at himself in the mirror - beautiful as always, slim, lovely as a picture or an antique. He looked like he belonged here and he was comfortable in this little world. <br><br>But what...<br><br>What if he didn't want to be saved?<br><br>Loathe as he was to admit it, he actually enjoyed the pleasure and pain of selling people, of training them, of breaking them. He loved having that rush of power, of knowing that he was untouchable. He wondered if Gabriel would ever ask him about his past. He wondered what Gabriel would think, if he told him...or if he would just try and lie his way through it. <br><br>He made a few careful calls, grabbing a few people who owed him favours, and soon enough a drugged but still begging Smithson was being dragged away. Li paused to stand over him, beautiful face glowing in the half-light of the tunnels below them, leaning over him. "You'll never see anyone you love again. You're going to die tonight, Mr. Smithson." <br><br>Smithson screamed and Li laughed, laughed outright, taking his time to enjoy his job. <br><br>It was fortuitous for Smithson that front door began rattling with a series of excited knocks. He hurried upstairs and shut off the passages, opening the door. There stood two of his close, and only, friends. He grinned and let them in; they had heard the gossip that he'd taken a lover in the form of a cop.<br><br>"Li, you skinny little bitch, what have you been up to?" Aster, heir to a Shanghainese shipping fortune, asked. John was behind him, dark suit, a steel heir. They both filed in and within moments were gossiping, laughing, talking about all the old times when Li had been in Shanghai. <br><br>"So, you're with a cop now?"<br><br>"Who told you that?" Li's eyes narrowed slightly as he busied himself with the tea, setting it out. John merely grinned, hazel eyes gleaming, clearly half-European of some sort. Aster was fully Chinese, tall and slim, both quite handsome. The three cut a pretty picture, all sitting down, sipping at their tea and chatting. <br><br>John shook his head, "Gossip on the street. But...we've just gotten back in from Shanghai. Everyone misses you out there. They sent a present, as well. All our friends," he grinned. <br><br>Li's skin was already itching; he knew what it was. The opium landed on the table in a small, powdery block, wrapped in lilac silk. "Oh," he murmured, "Gabriel would be furious. He doesn't like when I'm impaired-" <br><br>Aster laughed, "We'll get him to do some as well. Don't be a weakling - you used to do it all the time! We'll introduce ourselves to him when he comes. C'mon. Have fun, let loose; your grandfather won't notice." <br><br>That was all it took; within a few moments all three were draped across the couches; well, Aster and John were chatting loosely, while Li was in a silk-clad heap on one of the couches, a dreamy smile on his face. Afterall, he'd just gotten away with selling a cop's life - why not celebrate?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 21:18:04</strong>
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				When he got back to the station he noticed that the entire building was in a flurry of activity, more so than usual. Somehow, he managed to slink in through the front door and get to his office without too many problems, but a gasp of shock turned his head. One of the female officers, Rebecca Newton stepped forward swiftly and grabbed his good arm, her expression a mix of worry and annoyance.<br><br>"What on <em>earth</em> are you doing <em>here?</em> We were told that you checked yourself out of the hospital and never went home! You were seen in <em>China Town!</em> Do you have a death wish or something? There's someone out there who has it in for <em>cops!</em> God-damnit, Gabe! You have to be more careful! You should be at home resting!"<br><br>A small smirk played at the edge of his mouth as he gently patted the woman's hand and eased it from his arm with an affectionate squeeze. He had often flirted with the idea of asking the fiery police woman out on a date, but for some reason there was never a right time.<br><br>"I'm fine, Becks. I just wanted to go down and see if there was anything amiss. Also, it wouldn't do any good having the suspect Li thinking I'm dead. That's a sure fire way to get a suspect to run, probably assumes that we think he did it."<br><br>The pretty brunette glared at Gabriel and punched him playfully in the chest causing him to wince and rub the area looking down at her with a kicked puppy expression.<br><br>"That was plain stupid, Gabe and you know it. You should have let one of us do it. In fact, I'm going to be taking over interviewing Li until you're better."<br><br>She raised her hand for silence before opening his office door and ushering him inside.<br><br>"That's the word from the higher ups, there's nothing either of us can do, so deal with it. Do some paper work or something since you're here."<br><br>Gabriel grumbled something about not being an invalid before sitting himself down at his desk and staring blankly at his computer. This did not bode well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 22:45:55</strong>
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				Coming down was never fun at all, and the moment that itching hit, Li sat up and took a small, cautious puff of the opium before putting it down. No use in getting hooked all over again. He had enough to hide, as it was. John and Aster indulged in their own few, sparse puffs, before they finished their tea. It was already mid-afternoon; he wondered when Gabriel would be by to interview him. He had always liked their 'interviews' - he wondered if he could get Gabriel to fuck him up against the wall again, like he had in the basement, against the cages. <br><br>Oh, dear. That was certainly not a proper thought, at all.<br><br>With promises from Aster and John to visit soon, he sent them on their way, hiding the opium in a carefully wrapped packet in the back section of a hidden panel behind a drawer. He certainly wasn't going to go down for drugs; he did have a fair shipment of pure cocaine to get rid of, though. He was acting as a middle-man for the Chinese triad, the mafia, on a favor for a friend.<br><br>He usually preferred to deal in humans.<br><br>He tidied the shop, changed into a glorious navy qi pao with beautiful sheer sleeves of a fluttering thin silk, showing the outline of his beautiful, slim white arms. The collar was buttoned but lower than usual, showing the column of a slim white throat - a modest outfit to be sure, traditional as always, but Gabriel would hopefully see the invitation lingering there.<br><br>Little did he know that a Miss Rebecca Newton would be interviewing him instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 20:02:48</strong>
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				A small beaten up black car pulled up in one of the only free parking spaces in China town and a pretty brunette women got out. She was wearing a dark blue police uniform and her long curly hair done up in a neat bun. Rebecca double checked the notes she had hastily scribbled down from the files that Gabriel had been working on before making her way to the curious little shop. The door eased open with a little creak and the smells of herbs and incense hit her and wafted around her, impregnating themselves onto her skin and clothes. <br><br>"Hello? Officer Newton here to speak to Mr Li, is he around?"<br><br>.......<br><br>Gabriel was not foolish enough to think that Rebecca would be all right down in China Town on her own. Her only hope was that she was mainly a pencil pusher and had not been out on any major scenes. It wasn't that she was a rookie, but she tended to get the little league cases, through no fault of her own, and probably all to do with her gender. After having a tense conversation with his boss about being back in work before he was ready, he was allowed to go after Officer Newton and assist her in interviewing Li. Gabriel moved quickly and arrived in China Town ten minutes after Rebecca. He stayed out of the way and watched silently across the street and waited to see what would happen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 07:40:23</strong>
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				Li glanced up from behind the counter when Rebecca came into the shop, smoothing his hands across the mahogany counter, giving a cold smile. He could tell from her bearing that she was a cop and she had a gun - in his line of work you learned to recognize those things right away. <br><br>He looked so far from the sort of person who could commit the atrocities listed; the files that poured in from around the world every day made it clear what he was. A monster.<br><br>A monster who had likely killed his own parents or seen them killed, who brought a kiss of death to everything he touched, who...<br><br>Well, it was a good thing Li couldn't see those files for himself. He liked to block those things out and pretty himself up and pretty his shop up and allow himself to be the good person he saw himself as. It wasn't his fault if everyone else had different morals, afterall. <br><br>That small smile was impenetrable, and he straightened up, moving silently forwards from the shadows of the back end of the store behind the counter. "Good afternoon, Miss. Can I help you find something?" <br><br>A soft scratching noise came from the basement, far below - he wondered who it was. Which one of the girls - ah, he'd forgotten to feed them. Opium was such a silly, distracting thing, he thought idly. He'd have to bring them food - and keep the woman distracted so she didn't hear the girls clawing at the doors. It was only a faint hiss, easily attributable to an old air conditioning system, luckily. To drown the faint sound he flipped on a small burner, setting it hissing softly, placing a pot of tea atop it. No better excuse than good hospitality to hide his crimes, afterall. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 19:09:49</strong>
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				She gave him a stiff, yet professional little smile and took her notebook and pen from her back pocket. Rebecca took a few moments to look around the shop and calm herself down. She had wanted to go after a big criminal for so long that now she was here she felt a little nervous. Perhaps she should have brought Gabriel with her? No, she could do this.<br><br>"I am just here to ask a few questions. I know that things have gotten a little... strange lately and I just want to make sure that they're not connected to the current investigation. Flipping open her notebook, she clicked her pen open and was poised ready to write.<br><br>"Firstly, what is your relationship with Officer Yan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 02:38:51</strong>
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				"Things have gotten strange?" Li's voice was empty, smooth as glass. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, as he flitted about the shop, righting a few things here and there. He mostly wanted to make sure that nothing was showing, but he was satisfied that he'd managed to get all the illicit things well-tucked away. <br><br>"My relationship with Officer Yan? Professional, I suppose you could say. He comes here and tries to find out my secrets. Sometimes I hint at them." His smile was playful, but he did not want to banter with her. He had no real attraction to her like he had for Gabriel, but he had to remind himself to keep up the same demeanor.<br><br>No use going and spoiling things now.<br><br>"He does his job, I suppose, but he hasn't found anything illegal and I doubt you will, either. I'm starting to wonder if the police are going to charge me with anything? It seems that they're spending an inordinate amount of time sending Officers into my shop without any real evidence of anything." <br><br>Now that he wanted Gabriel to leave, of course. He wanted the other man to stay close, to force him to submit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 16:52:14</strong>
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				Rebecca's eyes narrowed on the lithe male as he questioned the strangeness of the case. There was no way he was telling the truth on that one. There had been far too coincidences surrounding Li's little shop to simply ignore them. She quickly wrote down the things he was saying in her pad and little details of the shop. How it was laid out and things of interest.<br><br>"If there is something going on, Mr Li. You can guarantee we will find it. I do not find your little game amusing, nor charming."<br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, she noted Gabriel crossing the road and coming towards the shop. She frowned a little and excused herself before going outside to meet the tall man.<br><br>"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be resting, I told you I had this covered!"<br><br>She reached up and placed her hand on his forehead, concern shadowing her face.<br><br>"How are you feeling? You seem to be heating up, do you have a fever?"<br><br>Gabriel gently took hold of her wrist and moved her hand away, glaring down at her.<br><br>"This is my case. Go back to the station. They are expecting you."<br><br>Rebecca scowled and all but stomped her feet before stalking away. Gabriel winced a little as her car door slammed and the car streaked away. he was really going to get it in the neck when he got back. With a soft sigh he turned and entered the shop. A little flutter in his stomach as he had been looking forward to seeing Li again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 06:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What a pity, Miss Rebecca. I do try my very best to charm all of the guests who wander into my shop." With that mysterious little smile, he took a slow sip of his tea and watched as she headed out of the shop. He wondered where she was going - and then saw Gabriel waiting for him across the street and talking to the other woman.<br><br>He immediately felt his anger rise when he saw the woman brush her hand over the other man's forehead to check something. He was furious and he put his tea down a second later.<br><br>When Gabriel came in, he gave him a small, tight little smile as he glanced at him.<br><br>"Hello, Gabriel." His voice was tight and hard with anger - not only had another cop come into his shop, but it was one who apparently was allowed to touch Gabriel.<br><br>He didn't like that; not at all. <br><br>He picked up his cup of tea and moved it to the counter, filing a few receipts away in a small cabinet. He still had to feed the people downstairs, as well. He began reaching under the counter and withdrew a handful of protein bars, glancing over his shoulder. "Wait here, for just a moment. I'll be right back."<br><br>He started heading towards the curtains in his shop, to the underground tunnels. He'd just sold a cop to his death and now he was going to feed young men and women who would be sold as mistresses and whores. The worst thing was that he didn't seem to find any problem with that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 12:19:38</strong>
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				Gabriel watched Li intently, each and every movement burned into his brain. The beautiful man was angry with him, of that he had no doubt, was it because of Rebecca? Did he see something more than was actually there? It was true that he did find the feisty police woman very attractive and it was clear she did him, but nothing was going to happen. She was too shy when it came to saying her feelings and Gabriel had moved on, he had found someone far more... interesting. He stalked up to Li and took him suddenly by the wrist, tightening his grip until he dropped the protein bars.<br><br>"Oh no... I don't think so..."<br><br>His eyes briefly flicked over to look out of the shop window, but nobody was approaching the shop and no one walked by. With a little smirk, he yanked Li's arm and dragged him to the back of the shop behind an old book shelf. He pressed the smaller man up against the wall and towered over him.<br><br>"Angry are we, my pet? Have something to say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 20:08:59</strong>
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				Li winced and let out a soft cry as his wrist was suddenly clamped down around by Gabriel's strong hand. The protein bars clattered to the floor, and the next thing he knew he was shoved up against the shop wall, behind one of their book shelves. He was entirely hidden from the outside view and the thrill of what the other man could do to him had him going mad with pleasure. He glared, though, up at the other man.<br><br>"I need to feed the livestock," he mumbled. Livestock. That's what they were to him, even after Gabriel's attempts to change him, and he thought of them as nothing more than something to be sold and traded like animals. Chained and collared and broken and branded, however their new masters wanted them, breaking them into the perfect mold of a pet.<br><br>"I don't like her. I don't want her <em>touching</em> you. You let her touch you - I wish she'd get hit by a car and die." It seemed that Gabriel's little pet had a bit of a jealous streak. He pressed himself against the other man's body and then sniffed disdainfully, "Let me go. I need to give them food. I forgot to feed them yesterday."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 20:27:27</strong>
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				Long fingers slipped around Li's throat and Gabriel stepped closer to the petite man. He stared down at him, his eyes filled with dark intent. The other hand slid down Li's slim frame and slipped slowly into his pants. A soft smirk played on his lips as he ran his fingertips down Li's length and reach down to gently cup his balls.<br><br>"Such a jealous little thing, aren't you? I should torture you, perhaps tell you of how it is only her shy nature that has kept her from my bed..."<br><br>Gabriel leant in closer and nipped sharply at Li's earlobe before licking the space between his jawline and his own hand. Already hard and straining against his pants, the taller man pressed his hardened length against Li's thigh and only just managed to stop himself from grinding against the man.<br><br>"But be rest assure, I am not interested in the little policewoman. Why would I want her, when I find you far more appealing?"<br><br>His teeth grazed along Li's jawline and he caught his full bottom lip in his teeth and bit down, looking deep into his eyes as he did so. Lathing his tongue across the bitten lip to soothe it, he gave the smaller man the barest of kisses before smirking down at him again.<br><br>"You are going no where, until I have finished with you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:21:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li let out a soft hiss of pleasure as the other man slipped his hand down into his pants, stroking slowly. His body trembled ever so slightly from lust, but his anger was still there, and when the other man whispered that perhaps he should torture him by saying that he wanted the other woman, he looked like he might just rip Gabriel's throat out. <br><br>He could feel Gabriel's cock pressed against his thigh, but he made no move to stimulate him or pleasure him - his displeasure was still clear on his face, even when told that he was far more appealing. That anger faded ever so slightly as his lover bit his bottom lip and then soothed the ache, glancing up at him.<br><br>"Oh? And what exactly are you intending to do to me, Officer?"<br><br>He let his fingers of his free hand play over Gabriel's hip, hooking on his handcuffs with a smirk, leaning forwards to bite at Gabriel's neck. "I still don't like her," he whispered, "At all. I still hope she meets some terrible end. I don't share well," he whispered quietly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:34:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He removed the hand from Li's trousers and firmly gripped the hand that was toying with the handcuffs at his belt. With a nasty little smile, he removed his other hand from the smaller man's throat and took hold of Li's other hand. Gripping his wrists tightly he raised Li's wrists above his head and slammed them against the wall. He bit at his lip again, whilst holding both Li's wrists with one hand and using his other hand to grab his handcuffs.<br><br>"What am I going to do with you?"<br><br>He snapped the cuffs around Li's slender wrists and pulled them even higher so that the petite man who have to stand on his tiptoes. To Gabriel's delight he found there was a hook jutting out of the wall and so he hung his pet from that. With a soft smirk he grabbed hold of Li's&nbsp; hips and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of his pants.<br><br>"I am going to fuck you until you scream. I am going to fuck you so hard that the entire <em>street</em> will hear my name dragged from your lips."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:49:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Li was still glaring up at the other man, though he was forced to stand on his tiptoes, and even he had to admit to himself that he probably didn't look terribly intimidating with his delicate clothing and features, struggling to stay upright. He gasped as his hands were suddenly secured and hooked up above his head - the hook was meant for holding heavy cast-iron pots and he knew it would hold him, though he almost wished he hadn't put it up there. <br><br>He had hardly thought he'd be strung up from it, though. He let out a soft sound as the other man told him that he was going to fuck him so hard he screamed. Jerking at his handcuffs hard enough to bruise his wrists ever so slightly, he glared back up at him, "<em>You</em>," he hissed, "Are distracting me from my job and you're bringing in that stupid little whore-" <br><br>He struggled a bit more, letting out a soft hiss. <br><br>"You had better hope you fuck me so hard I can't walk or else I'm going to make you sorry she ever came into my shop." <br><br>Yes, Li had an obvious problem with sharing. It was far from one of his skills. He didn't do well with sharing - and he had now pegged Rebecca as competition for Gabriel, which didn't bode terribly well for her livelihood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:59:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>You</em> had&nbsp; better watch your tongue..."<br><br>Gabriel roughly took hold of Li's chin and forced him to look at him, his dark eyes burning with a mixture of anger and lust. He didn't want to admit it, but Li had changed him. He was most certainly not the man who had first walked into the curious little shop a few days ago. The petite man had started a fire in him that would not be going out any time soon. A fire that would consume all in its path. With a soft growl he yanked down Li's pants and unbuckled his own belt, he almost tore the button off his trousers and ragged down the zip. Gabriel let out a soft groan as he freed himself from his pants and stroked himself for a few moments, looking at his prey. Hooking his arms beneath Li's knees, he lifted him and positioned himself between his legs. Without warning or preparation, he forced his hard length deep inside Li's tight hole. He growled low like a wild animal as he held himself there for a moment. <br><br>"The only sounds I want to hear from you are screams."<br><br>He took up a fast, punishing pace. He thought only of his own pleasure and did not move to wrap those long fingers around Li's cock as he would normally would have done. Instead those fingers pressed hard into the petite man's thighs so hard there would be bruises in the morning.<br><br>"You do not control me, Li. I chain you up and fuck her in front of you. My jealous little pet, my vicious little slut."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 23:51:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Li screamed when the other man pressed into him with no preparation, eyes squeezing shut, letting out a little whimper of both pleasure and pain. He didn't want to admit it but he liked being fucked like this, like being pushed to and beyond his limits. He let out another scream as the other man started moving, slamming into him, his delicate little wrists bruised, thighs bruised as well from the other man's powerful grip. <br><br>Even without Gabriel's hand on his cock he was achingly hard, and the punishing pace was pushign him towards his own completion, though Gabriel's pace was starting to break that fire out of him a little bit. "No!" he hissed.<br><br>"You're mine - I won't share you, I want you - I don't want to share you," he snarled.<br><br>Underneath the anger, though, a faint shimmering line of tears had come into his eyes - perhaps from the punishing pace, perhaps from his anger, or maybe something else. He didn't <em>want</em> to share Gabriel - he'd never had a lover who he wanted to be faithful to, but he'd found that now in Gabriel and he didn't want to share him with another woman. A tear rolled down his cheek as he screamed in pleasure - the other man hit another series of sweet spots, sending him into a series of tremors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 10:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel swept his tongue up Li's face, tasting the tears running down his cheeks. He did not halt his punishing pace, but he wrapped his arms around the lithe man and pressed their bodies tightly together. His teeth were bared and he was growling like a predatory beast, all these years he had been denying himself the kind of sex he wanted. He was a dominant man through and through and he had kept himself locked up as he was too afraid of what he really was.<br><br>"You're mine, Li. <em>Mine.</em> I won't share you with anyone, the thought of you in another's bed drives me fucking crazy. You will not even <em>entertain</em> the thought of being with another. I am yours, just as much as you are mine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Emporium [Sho and WerewolfofLondon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 12:16:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you ever touch her-" his voice was barely above a hiss, rage clear, though his spine was arched with pleasure, "I will kill her faster than she ever realizes she is in danger. I will destroy...her..." his words tapered off as the other man slammed into him harder, wrapping his arms around him tight enough to crush the breath out of his body.<br><br>He came, body jerking, almost violent as he came. He was trembling all over, entirely unable to control himself, body shivering and quaking as he screamed for the other man once more.<br><br>His wrists had been rubbed raw, clearly painful, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.<br><br>He curled closer, desperate to touch the other man, to be closer to him. He couldn't bear the thought of him being with another - the thought of not having his lover be truly his. He let out a soft whimper, a silent plea to be held closer.
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