Armed SWAT

When Mitchell went to work on Monday, he found that Kevin Deng hadn't come again.

Deng Kaiwen's office has been empty since Easter, and he basically hasn't come to work for a few days.If it is an ordinary captain, there are already rumors that he will be transferred at this time.However, Deng Kaiwen himself has a relatively large background, a relatively strong backing, and a relatively strong authority in the team, so no one dares to make irresponsible remarks to him so far.

"I was injured during the siege of drug dealers that day. Although there is no need to be hospitalized, the people above are still a little worried. Maybe I will be back in two days." During the lunch break, Sangers shrugged while eating: "——say Everyone enjoys the days when the boss is away, and the shooting training time of the whole team has been cut in half this month."

Matthew and the others all laughed.

The door to the conference room was open, and empty conference tables could be seen across the corridor.Mitchell looked at the seat where Deng Kaiwen often sat, and frowned slightly after a while.

I happened to be on a mission that afternoon, and it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to the office.Mitchell hurried back to the police station to hand in the equipment, drove to the supermarket to buy a large bag of food, and then hurried to Deng Kaiwen's house.

Unexpectedly this time, Mitchell just pressed the doorbell, and the door was quickly opened.Deng Kaiwen stood shirtless in the living room, frowning at him unabashedly: "The frequency of your visits to my house has exceeded the limit of normal subordinates, right?"

Mitchell squeezed into the door without blushing: "What are you talking about, my old classmate for more than ten years, you should definitely!"

Deng Kaiwen suddenly had a lot of opinions on the phrase "an old classmate of more than ten years", but when he saw Mitchell's sunny and silly face, he lost his words in an instant.

"I bought bread, sausages, cigarettes and beer. I was afraid that you would be bored at home alone, so I even took some porn." Mitchell smiled and took out a third-grade movie from the supermarket bag. On the cover, two men were naked Crowded together: "I don't know what your taste is, I prefer European and American ones!"

Deng Kaiwen took a look at the CD, threw it aside casually, and said lightly: "I prefer the reality department."

Mitchell: "..."

"Just so you're here, do me a favor." Deng Kaiwen turned around and motioned him to look at a black bruise on his back: "Give me some medicinal wine and push it, I can't reach it, I was worried before you came .”

Mitchell once saw the injury on Deng Kaiwen's back in the bathhouse. At that time, the water mist was steaming and he couldn't see it clearly.Now, if you look closely, you can see that there are several years of whip marks on his back. Although the scars have faded, you can still see the faint ferocity.

He still has several radioactive gunshot wounds between the ribs on his back, and he doesn't know how to recover from these injuries. Just looking at it makes people shudder.

Mitchell stretched out his hand and touched the bruise on Deng Kaiwen's back, but it was only a light touch, and it went away like an electric shock.

In fact, the light in the room was very bright, and Deng Kaiwen's skin was already very good. The hideous scar on the graceful and thin back was extremely abrupt, and it gave people an indescribable sense of stimulation.

He didn't wear any upper body, from the slender neck to the thin shoulders, then to the straight back, and then to the narrow and flexible waist, the lines were so smooth that people couldn't take their eyes off them.The waist of the jeans is very low, and the deep arc of the back waist has been hidden into the trousers, as if the round arc under the fabric can be drawn with the eyes.The scene of this moment is reflected in anyone's eyes, and it is amazingly sexy.

Mitchell's Adam's apple slid up and down, "...what is medicinal wine?"

Deng Kaiwen threw him a small glass bottle, but he couldn't see what was in it, it seemed to be a strange liquid.Mitchell held it in his hand for a long time and didn't react.

"Pour a little on your hands, rub it on the bruises, and rub it clockwise." Deng Kaiwen sat on the sofa, with his back to Mitchell, and he could hear the voice a little impatient: "Why didn't you even hear this?" Said, are you really a special police officer?"

"...I heard that Asians put plasters on them. I have also put them on, although I am a little allergic..."

"Chinese herbal medicine is fatal to Caucasians, why are you only allergic?"

"..." Mitchell shut his mouth obediently, poured some medicinal wine into his hand, and lightly applied it to the bruise on Deng Kaiwen's back.

When the palm of the hand just touched the skin, there seemed to be a subtle electric current spreading from the nerve endings, and Mitchell's hand softened instantly.

How wonderful, he thought.

The feeling of swaying heart, the pleasure of every pore of the body being stretched, he has never felt when touching the body of the same sex.

Even he has never experienced such impulsiveness, sweetness, restlessness and restraint in women.

"Hands are heavier, otherwise the bruise won't disperse." Deng Kaiwen suddenly turned his head: "Why are you in a daze?"

Mitchell was startled, and said with a smile: "I was thinking about the injury on your back, it must have hurt..."

Deng Kaiwen turned his head back and was silent for a while.

Mitchell thought he would not answer, but after a few minutes, he suddenly heard him whisper: "I don't remember."

"……Can not remember?"

"People can't remember things that are too painful for a long time, and the memory will forcibly forget them. This is human instinct."

Hearing his cold tone, Mitchell couldn't help but ask, "Who would dare to beat you like this,—Eplo?"

Deng Kaiwen didn't speak, the muscles on his back suddenly tightened.

"Why did he hit you, because of the betrayal later?!"

Deng Kaiwen was silent for a long time this time, so long that Mitchell thought he would not answer any more.Who knew that after a while, he suddenly shook his head and said, "No."

Mitchell wanted to ask something else, but after Deng Kaiwen finished speaking, he no longer wanted to speak, and he could only forcefully resist the desire to ask questions.

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling to the ground, and the sound of cars could be faintly heard outside the window, as if separated by a barrier, hazy in the night.

Mitchell's hands became lighter and lighter, and he heard Deng Kaiwen's slow and steady breathing.

He leaned his head on the back of the sofa, his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was stable, as if he had fallen asleep.

The orange light reflected on his side face, making him look very peaceful and serene, even his breathing was as light as a feather.He has the kind of facial features with perfect side lines. From this angle, from the forehead to the chin, they are as beautiful as chiseled from jade, and there is no flaw under the light.

He slept so soundly, like an innocent child, and he didn't seem to have any troubles at all.

Mitchell stretched out his hand, paused in mid-air for a while, and then slowly put it on Deng Kaiwen's face, rubbing his smooth and delicate cheeks over and over again with the ball of his thumb.

People are like this, they want more when they get a little, and they want to have everything when they give a little.Mitchell's breathing gradually became heavy, and he could feel the uncontrollable thirst, the desire for more rushing and roaring in his blood, which made him swallow his saliva involuntarily.

At that moment he could understand Epro's thoughts.Deng Kaiwen is that kind of person, who looks cold but hides tenderness, sometimes weak but hard to break, this kind of innocence full of contradictions makes people want to grind him, want to pinch him wantonly Playing with torture, forcing him to surrender, listening to his begging for mercy.

If so, it would be very pleasant, such a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

If you possess such a person...if such a person belongs to you...

Just thinking about it makes people feel excited.

"...Mitchell?" Deng Kaiwen opened his eyes slightly at this moment, and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

Mitchell stared at him, and although he smiled, his voice sounded strange: "Are you sleepy? Go to bed and sleep."

"...Maybe it's a sedative. I took some Valium before you came. I haven't slept for two nights, and I don't feel very well..." Deng Kaiwen sat up in a daze, and said, "You are here and I I just fell asleep, which is weird."

"Why can't you sleep?" Mitchell asked softly.

"Well, I don't know."

When Deng Kaiwen was not awake, he looked very innocent, his eyes were very clear, completely different from his usual calm and self-sufficient appearance.

Mitchell couldn't help reaching out to pick him up from the sofa, walked into the bedroom like a princess, and put him on the bed.

The distance from the living room to the bedroom was very short, and Deng Kaiwen was put down before he could protest.Although his brain was very confused after not sleeping for two days, his instincts were still keen, and he smelled a little strangeness from Mitchell's movements and expressions almost immediately.

"Mitchell..."

"what?"

"Don't you have to go home tonight?"

Just as Mitchell was about to say something, he suddenly saw the empty medicine bottle and water glass next to the bed, and his face changed: "Sedative? Do you take this thing every day?"

Deng Kaiwen closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and explained sleepily: "It's hard for me to fall asleep, I always wake up many times at night..."

"Do you know that if you eat too much of this stuff, you will be poisoned? Do you know that you will be addicted?"

"..." A bit of resistance flashed across Deng Kaiwen's face, probably because the expression was too childish, but soon his expression turned cold, and he obviously didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

"What are you still thinking about? Sinia? Miranda? Just because of that woman who approached you with ulterior motives, you made yourself look like a ghost?" Mitchell suddenly got up from the bed, but Instead of walking away, he reached out and pressed Deng Kaiwen: "Look at you now, how long have you been out of work since the Easter wedding? Your normal life has been ruined by her! Just like this, you still have one heart for that The woman who wants to hurt you will never forget it!"

Deng Kaiwen was a little surprised for a moment: "...she didn't intend to harm me..."

Mitchell pressed both hands tightly on Deng Kaiwen's shoulders, just bent down like this, staring at him motionless.This action was ambiguous and extremely strong, Deng Kaiwen couldn't help but frowned, trying to sit up and get rid of this confrontation.

However, at this moment, Mitchell stood up suddenly, took off his coat decisively and threw it on the ground, then knelt on one knee and went directly to the bed, with his knee directly between Deng Kaiwen's thighs.

Deng Kaiwen was shocked instinctively for a moment: "Mitchell!"

"Let's give it a try, although I have no experience with men." Mitchell lowered his head, grabbed the hair at the back of Deng Kaiwen's head, and forced him to face his face: "—I will work hard to improve in practice." of."

Deng Kaiwen's eyes seemed to be looking at a monster: "You..."

Mitchell interrupted him: "You will find that I am much more energetic than Sinia Miranda." He lowered his head, blocked Deng Kaiwen's lips forcefully, and at the same time inserted a hand deeply into his Back waist of jeans.He moved so eagerly that his nails almost scratched the muscles of Deng Kaiwen's buttocks, and the feeling of fullness immediately made him hard.