#cop aggie

[agron-rebel-general]

| Culture Shock |

This had to have been one of the worst cases Agron had ever seen. The team that was raiding the warehouse had stormed in to find people, chained to the wall, several looking malnourished . . . it was fucking disgusting. And made Agron want to bash the criminals face in. Especially one. While the team secured the criminals in that room, Agron could hear sounds coming from another side room, and he didn’t hesitate to kick the door down. Just in time to see one of the perps strike another across the face. “Put your hands in the air you fucking asshole!” Agron yelled, gun aimed directly at the man’s face. He had no idea what was going on in here, but the young man struck was scantily dressed, as Agron’s eyes darted between the referred asshole and the other. 

“Just give me one fucking reason,” he said, slowly inching towards him. The man didn’t, clearly able to accept it was over. Agron kicked him to his knees and with excessive force, pulled his arms to cuff him. He accidentally elbowed the man’s head -- hard -- practically hitting him, which, really wasn’t an accident at all. “Oops.” Completely sarcastic. Because he he hoped it hurt. When he was secured, Agron looked at the other, eyes quickly searching over him to make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt. “It’s ok,” he assured him, taking off his jacket and extending it to the other. It was only seconds later than a few men from the team joined them in the room, one of the paramedics escorting the young male out. 

The scene was a mess. Calls were being made, people were being identified . . . and the organizers of this little operation were taken into custody. Agron’s eyes searched over the crowd, resting on the young male who was found in the separate room. He was sitting in the back of a paramedic van and when they locked eyes, Agron knew he had to approach him. Hell, he already was, seemingly having no control over his feet. They had gotten interpreters to communicate with the victims but Agron didn’t know if this particular guy spoke English or not. “You, ok?” He asked him. Before he had reassured him it was ok, but now, it was a chance to check if he really was, unsure what the other fucking shit had done to him. Almost afraid to find out. 

@tiberius-nasir

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Ari Random Make-Out Session!

19. On a Hospital bed

Agron hated this. He hated being so . . . incapacitated. Currently lying on a hospital bed, he was to stay admitted until he was fully in the clear and his wound started to heal. He had been on the job and gotten shot in the chest. The bullet had gone through his vest and just missed his heart. Fucking luck. Though he wouldn’t admit just how traumatizing that really could be. Especially not in the presence of his lover, Ari, who had come as soon as he had heard the news. So when Agron had awoken from surgery, Ari’s face was one of the ones greeting him. 

Agron hadn’t wanted to worry him, but having him here was a massive comfort. “I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here,” Agron groaned, agitated as the present circumstance. Ari attempted to comfort him, and the cop would be lying if he said it wasn’t effective. The way his fingers ran through his hair, the way he placed a light kiss to his cheeks. Agron turned his head a little, to meet the other’s lips with his own. A gentle embrace that soon turned into something deeper, as Agron let out the more . . . emotional relief in being ok, where he lacked the capability to physically express it. 

@ariboone

Random Make Out Session | Accepting |

[agron-rebel-general]

🏨 Ari

11. “Oh, God, I don’t think I can walk.”

Agron woke up with a content sigh, outstretching his arms and a smile on his lips. He slowly opened his eyes, with heavy lids, locking gazes with Ari who was awake and looking at him. As Agron stretched his arms and legs, he could feel the soreness and evidence of a very vigorous night last night. One that had caused him to sleep a little later than he was used to. It was a fucking relief that he didn’t have to go into work first thing in the morning. “Oh, God, I don’t think I can walk,” he chuckled, though with the smile upon his lips, he had no complaints about that. The fact that they could enjoy each other to such an extent . . . made the aftermath of it, more than worth it. Especially when the euphoric aftermath significantly trumped one of any soreness. 

@ariboone

Waking Up Next To Your Muse Meme | Accepting |

[agron-rebel-general]

Ari Askbox Roulette!

Shot in the head

Agron turned his head a little, slipping back into the conscious world. He heard unfamiliar sounds around him. Felt things in his body. Disorientation was clouding him as he tried to understand where he was. His head felt tight -- little did he know that it was because he had a bandage wrapped around part of it. He didn’t remember what had caused it to be that way, nor why he felt this way. He did see Ari’s head, hunched over on the bed as he was resting his head on it while sitting in a chair. It, didn’t look comfortable. Not at all. 

Little did Agron know that he was in a hospital. That in the pursuit of a suspect on the job, he had gotten shot in the head. Not directly in it of course, but enough to have been at great risk. He’d been rushed to the hospital to have emergency surgery. And that landed him here. In the hospital bed. His body felt weak as he raised a hand to try and put it on top of Ari’s head. “Ari?” He asked in a groggy, weak voice, hating to wake him but needing to know what happened. And well, how long he had fucking been here for. 

@ariboone

Askbox Roulette | Accepting |

[agron-rebel-general]

ariboone 👅

Agron was seated on the couch, with Ari sitting on his lap, astride him. His legs were on either side of Agron’s waist, one of the lager male’s hands weaving through his dark locks of hair. His other hand casually rested on Ari’s thigh, caressing it as he ran it up and down the clothed part of his body. There was nothing more incredible, than enjoying time with Ari. Whether it was engrossed in conversation, or enjoying the more physically intimate aspects of their relationship. It was the latter right now. Talking had led to well, this. 

Each kiss grew more intense, more passionate, more fervent. Agron moaned amidst it, parting their lips so that he could nestle his head in the crook of Ari’s neck, feeling his partner’s lips do the same against his. Only, he felt his teeth more than lips as he bit into the skin. Agron let out a small sharp intake of breath, drawing his head back to look at Ari. But, there was no displeasure or shock on his face. Quite the opposite in fact. Because . . . it felt good. Real good to feel his lover mark him in such a way. “Fuck,” he cursed with amusement. “Didn’t know you were that hungry,” he teased, an obvious flirtatious meaning to his words. 

@ariboone

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