Cash is King

"Turnover is vanity, profit is sanity, but cash is king." 44 || Edward "Eddie" Lincoln || Born on May 29th 1881

[winter-tremaine-blog]

As soon as she saw that badge, her gun went straight back into her pocket, hoping he didn’t see. What the hell was this old guy doing on the police force? Wouldn’t he break his back or get a heart attack or something? …Well…He wasn’t that old, but still. 

Biting her lip, she looked from the fire to him once more…Ana was good at getting into these kinds of things, the mobs knew her. Hopefully they trusted her. And while she wasn’t going to give them away, a policeman might be a good ally. “…Alright, c’mon,” she spoke, taking his arm and walking out of the massive crowd, letting go of him once they were in a back alley. From there, she continued walking, taking a short cut to the bombing zone.

[eddie-lincoln]

He disregarded the fact that she tucked away her piece, with everything going on he couldn't rightfully blame her for carrying it. Even still, this was no place for this young woman to be. And that got him thinking... Of course the train of thought was cut short as he was lead into the thick of the chaos. He wondered briefly if she'd had some part in this.. she seemed to know her way around the destruction like a rat in a maze. Eddie colored himself cautious, if he was going to get shot today it would at least be so by a pretty girl.

[eddie-lincoln]

Unlucky Valentine || Eddie & Rory

[roryalfonso]

The sound of Eddie moaning like that drew a similar sound from Rory’s throat, the sound lost as their lips crashed together. It was so nice to be with someone who not only took what they wanted, but knew exactly how to make their partner enjoy it most. Rory could almost taste the hunger on Eddie’s tongue, and it only served to make his own need even greater.

His fingers slipped down to deftly undo the buttons on Eddie’s shirt, working expertly despite their owner’s slight distraction. Rory had always prided himself on his numble fingers; he’d lost count of the number of times they’d gotten him out of a sticky situation. After pushing the fabric out of the way, he drew his nails lightly along Eddie’s skin, digging them in ever so slightly as they reached the strong, taut muscles in his chest. It had been far too long since he’d been with someone so physically powerful.

For a second his thoughts flew to Sandy, remembering the power of the man’s grip and the force of his thrusts, but feeling Eddie’s chest rise and fall beneath his hands assured Rory that he was far stronger. Yes, Sandy was powerful, but Eddie had a bruteness to him that Sandy lacked. He wondered who would win if they were ever to get in a fight – but his thoughts were interrupted as he felt Eddie’s lips against his own once again.

[eddie-lincoln]

He gave a hiss at the bite of those nails, loving that sharp pain to contrast the softness of such a beautiful boy. The old lion could appreciate the thrill of this hunt time and again, and as he felt the soft keening lost between their lips - he struck.

It was fluid, graceful; powerful hands grasping tight around his waist as he rose up and pulled them together.. Flesh to flesh, flushed perfectly together in a moment suffused with passion. Eddie devoured his lips again, rocking his hips against Rory in a display. He wanted him to feel what he'd done, what he'd started.

And in turn he too could feel his effects, grinning wildly at the taunt fabric between them. His grip eased and he huffed something of a rumble and chuckle.

"My turn."

[eddie-lincoln]

Running out | Eddie & Sandy

It'd been some time since he'd seen Mr. McKenize, what with the city being plunged into chaos and having to be forced to actually do his job. Despite the madness running rampant like agents of plague, Eddie was looking forward to this little rendezvous.

Sandy was elegant, poised, and deliciously dangerous; like one of those wild animals kept in a cage. Lovely to look at and cordial enough, but once loosed upon the world it would devour all.

That man gave him a rush, a tantalizing bit of reckless freedom in their power play game.

Each seeing the other as a pawn, but thinking themselves as kings. It was ironic in a sense, and Eddie chuckled. Straightening up his tie and suspenders, he walked out of his office, making sure that he told someone he'd be out for a bit.

Personal matters or something like that.

It wasn't questioned and he knew it wouldn't be. As he stepped out into the fresh air, he could still feel the tension and unease. The city was shaken, raw - crying. With a shrug of his shoulders he got in his car, started up, and drove.

He was to meet his dear friend at a private location, Eddie smiled with a click of his teeth.

"Let the game begin."

[winter-tremaine-blog]

Anastasia had heard the bombings from where she was living at, and the first thing she did was run to her night stand to grab her two guns, changing from a dress into a pair of pants and a shirt so she could carry those guns. 

She then ran out into the street and started heading in the direction of the bombing while loading one of her guns, just to be safe. This was most likely mob related, right? Ana should be there…Kind of. 

Just while she was calmly walking down the street, saw a man pushing his way through the crowds which made the blonde sigh. Turning to him, she started speaking in a volume he could hear. “There was a bombing, sir.”

[eddie-lincoln]

His head swiveled around to her, cutting her a rather irate look, "Yeah, I gathered that, toots."

Eddie pushed his way through to come face to face with the strange woman, reaching in his breast pocket to pull out his badge. "I'm here in person to get the reigns back on this city, I gotta be in the heat of it. I need to know details and I'm not getting anything."

[eddie-lincoln]

// He was sick to death of not having answers, he needed to get out there on the pavement and dictate from there. Barking out orders and leaving the station in the hands of his "trusted", Eddie headed toward the towering smoke and sound of sirens.

The second he could skid his car to a stop as close to the action as he could get, he ran. He shoved through people running away and running toward it all. //

"Somebody tell me what in the HELL is going on?!"

[eddie-lincoln]

Mayhem || OPEN

It was a madhouse. Phones rang off the hook with calls in regards to the catastorphe, officers were suiting up and arming up, running through the station. Everything was utter chaos, and at the head of it was Eddie Lincoln. For once he was being forced to do his job, the power in his hands to dictate the troops to go to the site of the disaster. Suprisingly when it came to an emergency, Eddie manned up and took the reigns in the fashion of his father - force of will and level head. Of course he could stand to be more level headed, Eddie's overall appearance red in the face and expression strained from yelling. He was up, not having taken a seat for over an hour now, three phones on the desk with two recievers pressed to either side of his skull. He was barking out orders to a group of five in front of his desk as he broke off into swearing-conversation with the department on the phone. "DON'T YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW?!" The snap and tenor in his tone was enough to even make some of the older officers balk. "I'm doing every damn thing I can to get my men out there! I see the smoke, I'm getting the calls, I can't work fuckin' miracles here people!" Slamming down the recievers his attention turned to the men lined up in his office, "Take Fifth and Maxwell down to King, circle around and see if you can get anywhere close. The Fire Department is already out there, give them any kind of back up that you can! Go!"

[eddie-lincoln]

Unlucky Valentine || Eddie & Rory

[roryalfonso]

Rory let out a warm, contented sigh as he felt the warmth and roughness of Eddie’s hands and mouth pressing against his bare, delicate skin. He arched against the other man slightly, fingers coming up to tangle loosely in Eddie’s hair, his own eyes drifting shut for a moment. He rather liked receiving attention like this; too often his bed partners went straight to the act, without taking the time to indulge in any kind of foreplay.

Still, as good as it felt, Rory found himself itching for more. He could tell that Eddie more than knew what he was doing, and that knowledge was setting his body on fire. “Mm,” he murmured quietly, his lips coming down to brush against the other man’s temple, his breath hot against the skin there, “Mr. Lincoln, I do believe you are wearing far too many clothes…”

One of his hands slipped downwards then, trailing over the other man’s muscular chest before coming to rest against the bulge in his trousers. His touch was light, barely there, but he could feel just how much Eddie wanted this, and it made him roll his own hips forward in eager anticipation.

[eddie-lincoln]

His lips pulled into smirk, tipping his head back at the fingers tangling in his hair, Eddie couldn't imagine a more blissful image than the one before him. The stark contrast between them, Rory's softness and his own gruffness, it set off something in the part of his subconscious that lit a fire under him. Eddie didn't have a type, per say, but he was quickly finding that everything about this young man was putting a tick in the box for yes. Letting his fingers drum lightly against Rory's hips he let them slide up again onto that bare skin, ghosting over his ribs and around to his back - kneading and digging lightly at the muscle there. Eddie purred, a rumble of thunder in the quiet of the room, "Well, I should see to that then, huh?" Rory couldn't see how his eyes darkened, expression flooded hot by lust and impatient longing. The Chief sucked in his bottom lip ever so slightly, pinching it between his teeth to draw himself back to the here and now. He'd been floating, swimming in a heady fog from that hot whisper to his temple and oh the roll of those hips. It was that electric touch just feather light on the source of his need that sent Edward Lincoln crashing down. He moaned, unabashed, lifting a hand to work at the buttons of his shirt and shrugging out of his suit coat. Damn him for wearing so many layers, but he had to look nice for this event. With some ease the satin lined jacket hit the floor in a dark pool around the chair, much like oil on water in appearance. Before he could start further on his own shirt he pulled Rory in again, crushing their lips together. He was burning and was damn certain to make him feel it.

[smokey-the-d]

Patrick Swayze || Smokey & Eddie

[smokey-the-d]

He stood there and squinted down at the leather chairs in front of Lincoln’s desk. He didn’t want to sit. He didn’t want this conversation to be long enough to even warrant sitting down. Smokey wanted a standing conversation, the one that could be cut short quick with him just turning around and walking out. When Eddie came back with the coffee he was still standing, studying the chair.

"I’ve got plenty important to say, my friend, trust me on that."

He figured that whatever Eddie had to say was important to only Eddie. Self centered people worked like that. Smokey braced himself for annoyance. He dumped some coffee in one of the mugs and sighed and sat down. The color reminded him of swept up, dead hair in a barber’s closet. And there was no cream. Or sugar. Smokey set the mug on Lincoln’s desk and leaned back. "Go. Don’t want to be here all day."

[eddie-lincoln]

"Temper temper, I'm not gonna take up your whole day." Eddie snorted, sipping some of the blackened death to perk up his senses. Getting good and comfortable in his seat he leveled his gaze on Smokey, his smile a bit more of a serious line than anything else. He knew the man knew more about Chicago's ongoings than most and while he never pegged Davis as an information broker, he knew he could get an answer out of him. Smokey was the type that was honest, a man of conviction, and in the right situation he couldn't lie. "I've heard some buzzing around the docks from my boys that somebody has it out for me. Any ideas?"

[smokey-the-d]

Patrick Swayze || Smokey & Eddie

[smokey-the-d]

"Got a minute for some coffee?"

He coughed and looked at Eddie like he was something a doctor kept in a jar of formaldehyde in his office. He did have a minute. He wasn’t due anywhere for another couple of hours. He had quite a few minutes. Enough minutes for a cup of coffee in the police station. Because he’d just drink one somewhere else. Or he wouldn’t drink one at all and would regret it when he was left rubbing his eyes and stifling yawns behind his desk. "Yes," Smokey said, and coughed. "Have time for a cup of coffee." There was also the idea that a cup of coffee was never just a cup of coffee. It meant that Eddie wanted him around longer to talk about something important. With every criminal in the city meeting to talk over a cup of coffee, it was a wonder the Women of Temperance weren’t trying to get that outlawed too. They’d gotten it all wrong, liquor wasn’t the root of all crime and corruption, coffee was. He looked down at Lincoln. "You asking me because you want to say something important?" In Smokey’s opinion, Eddie talked a lot and didn’t say too much. His nerves were being ground down by the atmosphere of the office. Irritation crept into his face, but it wasn’t much of a change from the scowl that was already plastered there.

[eddie-lincoln]

Eddie chuckled or at least tried to stifle the one that had edged up at Smokey's scowl, "Sit down, I'll get us a pot." Even if Smokey had wanted to leave, Eddie was up so quickly and back just as fast from the room across the hall with a pot of coffee and two mugs. They always kept a pot of strong black steaming for him because they knew he'd throw a royal fit without it. Plopping down at his desk, he nodded for Smokey to sit again, "I've got plenty important to say, my friend, trust me on that." And while the conversation he'd wanted to have with Smokey was one he'd been tossing around for a few brief days, he still thought it great the man had shown up. While the nature of their meetings was strictly monetary, this particular visit was taking a turn.

[smokey-the-d]

Patrick Swayze || Smokey & Eddie

It was that time of the month. Or rather, about half a week after that time of the month. The time when Smokey tromped into the police station in all his glory, and dropped off an envelope of six thousand dollars to Eddie Lincoln. One of his least favorite people. He was hesitant to brand the man as his least favorite person. The pool of people that Smokey disliked was getting large enough that everyone in it was awful in their own sorts of ways. Incomparable crimes. Lincoln wasn’t quite at the bottom of the pool. More off to the side, because his dislike only really flared when he was dropping off the bribe. Other times he just chose to forget that Lincoln existed at all. There were more constant annoyances. Like people who talked at the pictures. He weaved through police officers and finally got to the hallway where Lincoln’s office was. The envelope was folded in half in his breast pocket, unmarked. He got to the door with the commissioner’s name stenciled on the frosted pane of glass. He put his ear to it. Eddie was talking. He squinted through the glass, but couldn’t see another person there. Strange. Or maybe the transparent but not translucent pane was blocking his view of this other person. Maybe. Probably not. He wouldn’t put it past Lincoln to enjoy talking so much, that he talked to himself. There was something sad about it. Like a mediocre band who no one saw to play. Smokey grimaced and coughed. Then he barged in without knocking. Figured Eddie would’ve seen him outside. Figured he could just save time on the whole, ‘come in!’ exchange. He let go of the doorknob with one hand and began fishing the envelope out of his pocket with the other. Eddie was alone. Smokey stood in the doorway, the envelope in his hand. "Talking to yourself." It was a statement, not a question. He coughed and held up the envelope.

[eddie-lincoln]

As he spun around in his chair, arms wide and presenting himself to Chicago like some man turned god, his face first dropped and then scrunched. What in the hell was Smokey doing here..? Oh wait, yes, his bribe. His late bribe. It wasn't as if he was hurting for money so he wouldn't make a scene about the money being late, it was just in poor taste all around to do so. So instead he welcomed Smokey with open arms, his face relaxing into a lazy smile. "Have to entertain myself somehow, right?" Leaning forward in his seat he held out his hand for the envelope, "Got a minute for some coffee?"

[eddie-lincoln]

Unlucky Valentine || Eddie & Rory

[roryalfonso]

Eddie’s possessiveness wasn’t frightening in the least. Rory could understand how less-experienced men and women would flinch at his touch, would spend their time worrying whether or not he’d bruise their unblemished skin, but not Rory. In fact, he was rather enjoying the way Eddie seemed to like manhandling him. It was always nice when your partner took initiative.

Letting out a quiet moan at the feeling of Eddie’s thick fingers tugging at his scalp, Rory finished undoing the other man’s tie, letting the fabric drape around his neck for the time being. He was about to continue when Eddie let out that small laugh that sounded and smelled of warmth and richness, of a life lived to the fullest, and when he spoke his words sent a pleasant chill up Rory’s spine.

“As you wish,” he murmured in response, his lips catching on Eddie’s jawline as he pulled back ever so slightly. His hands came to rest on the backs of Eddie’s palms, and he guided the other man’s fingers to the buttons on his own shirt, helping him to undo the few that were left. It took some effort, but soon enough Rory was left with his shirt hanging open, the fabric clinging to his shoulders and amr,s just barely hanging on.

[eddie-lincoln]

While pleasantries had long since been thrown to the window, Eddie found it just ever so charming when Rory complied. The satin of his tie easily slid under those nimble fingers and it was just seconds before the constriction loosened and he felt it hang freely. He grinned, taking another moment to catch Rory's lips even as his hands were being lifted and placed against the lithe man's chest. He could feel the warmth beneath the shirt, a pulsing - his heart, that was beating steadily and tempting him to lavish kisses all over it once bare. There was something about feeling the pulse under another's skin, the life force surging in pleasure and joy. It was a physical sense of elation that many overlooked, but not Eddie, it was little quirks like that one that made him skilled at this. Of course not everyone would so readily agree that sex with Lincoln was the greatest, it was more of an acquired taste to his particular way of it. As the last button opened he let out a warm sigh, delving a hand into the open fabric to brush rough fingers against the softness therein. It wasn't enough. Eddie hummed out a growl, reaching to grab Rory about the hips and pull him in closely as he let his nose and lips ghost over all that soft flesh.

[eddie-lincoln]

ooc;

i named the para patrick swayze

*head in hands*

[eddie-lincoln]

ooc;

[eddie-lincoln]

[eddie-lincoln]

Unlucky Valentine || Eddie & Rory

[roryalfonso]

There was something inherently raw, even animalistic, about Eddie that made Rory feel as though he was about to be eaten. It wasn’t something he feared, however; in fact, he was rather looking forward to it. While Eddie was clearly powerful, he didn’t seem malicious or cruel. He was dominant, yes, but not in a frightening manner.

When Eddie beckoned him forward Rory’s lips curled upwards into a smirk. The man was so transparent that it was impossible for anyone to miss the cues he was giving off – not just about what he wanted now, in this moment, but also about himself in general. Eddie Lincoln was a man who liked power, who preferred to have things done his own way, who enjoyed life most when he could sit back and relax.

Rory was more than happy to oblige.

Stepping forward, he slipped himself into the space between Eddie’s legs, one hand reaching out to caress the man’s well-muscled thigh. With the fingers of his other hand, Rory began to toy with the knot of Eddie’s tie, slipping it undone deftly but leaving it where it was for now.

“Hm?” he asked quietly, his tone more of a purr than anything else. “Is there something I can help you with, sir?” While Rory was often too focused on his work to really slow down, he stil allowed himself to take pleasure from some of his more enticing pursuits. Playing with Eddie in this manner was one such example.

[eddie-lincoln]

Like a lamb to the slaughter, Rory placed himself at the behest of the chief, razor-edged smile growing as he watched him fill the space and close the gap. There was more than just figurative power beneath that frame, his muscles tensing and flexing under that hand on his thigh, Eddie giving a rumbling groan in response. With those nimble fingers so eagerly setting to work on his tie he sought out the taste of Rory's mouth again. It was hard, unrelenting, Eddie making damn sure to let his teeth catch that bottom lip and make it tender after he'd pulled away. He was becoming mildly aware of the fact that he enjoyed kissing Rory, it wasn't something he found himself indulging in with most of his conquests. A growl passed his parted lips as he pulled back, a hand reaching to lightly fist in the other man's hair, keeping him just close enough. There was an airy chuckle that was the sort that sounded of warm whiskey and cigars, thick and rich, "Help me help you get out of those clothes."

[eddie-lincoln]

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[eddie-lincoln]

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