[It had been a hard couple of weeks since Raylan had seen Lalo. He'd told the man to meet him back in two weeks and he'd run against a fresh kind of hell to make it on time, made more evident by the cut on his eyebrow and still healing lip split lip that stung in an almost pleasant way.
He was more keyed up than usual, dark eyes almost predatory as he got three whiskeys down before looking at the room, head on an unnerving swivel. Trying to tuck the darker parts of himself away was harder that it seemed sometimes. Still, he had no real worries about what Lalo might think; he was confident Lalo could handle him at his most true form.
The only question was if Lalo would show up - Raylan felt like he needed the man's casual ease, that disarming grin, the company that always felt him leaving better than he should for having it.
If not, Raylan planned on drinking this bar dry or getting into a bar fight. Maybe both.]
[ It isn't long before Lalo does, in fact, slide right up to Raylan, boyish grin in place. Unlike Raylan, Lalo is a good, jaunty mood, wearing on of his signature flashy button downs along with his favorite belt buckle and $200 jeans.
And boots. Can't forget the boots.
The disarming grin is in place as always, and it doesn't fade even when Lalo's eyes raise in shock at the sight of Raylan. Slightly bloody and beaten. It's a good look on him; it makes Lalo want to think about doing things to him... but maybe some other time. This isn't for that right now. Raylan had told him the tables would be turned this time, and Lalo doesn't take Raylan for the kind of man to go back on his word about something like that.
Lalo whistles as he takes a seat beside Raylan. ]
Whew! What happened to you?
[ Lalo looks him up and down appreciatively. The predatoriness in Raylan's gaze makes the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but even that, Lalo welcomes. It isn't often that he feels like he could be someone's prey, not really. Even when people try to take shots at him, he's never felt like most of them were his equal, so he's never worried.
Raylan is different. The sheer determination and intelligence in Raylan's eyes makes Lalo's stomach hurt in a good way at the thought of being pursued by him. There's no telling what he could - or would - do.
It's thrilling.
But that doesn't mean Lalo isn't thinking about who did this, too. ] Do I need to kill anybody?
[ He's pretty sure the answer is no, because Raylan probably already took care of them, but hey, it's the thought that counts! ]
[Lalo's welcome energy lets a tension ebb out of his shoulders, face managing a stiff, half hearted smile as he shifts to face his companion. He will say he doesn't want to talk about it, but it'll be a lie. It was only that pity killed him and he hated it; he earned his cuts and bruises and gave it back ten fold when he could.]
Fell down some stairs. Hit a doorknob, you know how it is. [Like he was a beaten housewife or something. He disliked that verbal decision as soon as it was out of his mouth, which was even worse. Not all of 'em could be winners and he wasn't in the best mood for quips. Still wound too tight for all that.
Something more softens in his eyes and the way he holds his smile at Lalo's second question. Maybe he should worry more about how serious Lalo was or the question of how many bodies he (and likely his family) had put in the Mexican desert. He wasn't going to - none of that mattered here. It couldn't. If it did, it would consume him slowly in the same way Boyd had and end in the same fashion.
He was unthinkingly fully confident in his ability to track Lalo, if his job called for it. He'd stolen a Mexican border officer, he was sure he could manage something. Just like he was confident in what he'd promised for the evening.]
No- [Raylan answers with open amusement, whiskey glass halfway back to his smiling lips. That was sweet, still.] I already took care of that.
[He taps his glass on the bar before sliding it to the bartender side edge and leaning on his elbow to turn that smile on Lalo.]
Glad to see you came. I've been thinkin' about you all week. [Raylan looks him up and down, smile pulling again.] Nice boots.
[ Lalo understands, about not wanting pity. He feels the same way. He'd take someone's ire over their pity, any day of the week. He smiles as he's served a Modelo by the bartender, and finally releases Raylan. ]
If the doorknob shows up here, I'll tell 'im you're a friend of the cartel.
[ As if Lalo would let him forget, for one second, who and what he was. Does he get off on the idea of reminding Raylan how he's defiling himself? How far he's fallen? Maybe. Does he like the idea of reminding Raylan what he could have if he was willing to truly follow his instincts and be free? Hell yeah.
Lalo, too, had confidence in Raylan's ability to track him. He had no delusion he'd get away, although it might still be fun to try. But that's what made the game so much fun.
Lalo beams when that smile is turned on him. Blushing, giggling, kicking his feet, etc. Hearing Givens has been thinking about him all week is just the cherry on the sundae. Lalo would like to say it's mutual, and honestly, it is... but that doesn't mean he's going to admit as much out loud. He takes a swig of his Modelo and leans in to kiss Givens on his good side's cheek. ]
Gracias. [ Lalo grins at the mention of the boots. ] Picked 'em out just for you!
[ It's then that Lalo turns white, looking over Givens's shoulder. He sees Chloe approaching. Any other night, he'd be delighted. She's fantastic company, and in that dress her tits look incredible.
But he'd bragged to her about what he'd done with Givens, even invited her to watch. And on any other night, he'd be delighted to let her watch him handcuff a pig. But not tonight. Tonight, all he can think is: oh no... ]
Chloe! [ Lalo gets up a little too fast, a slight nervousness at the edge of his megawatt smile. ] What a pleasure to see you here, my dear! Tonight, of all nights!
[Chloe is definitely pleased to be able to dress up tonight, and show these guys that she can be hot for real and not just Milton hot. She's wearing - of course - a red dress with a deep slit up the thigh, and her tits do look great, thank you very much.
She whistles on approach, smiling as she sees Lalo’s nervousness. He's the one who invited her, so if she's caught him off guard it's got to be something delicious. She's a bit dismayed at the state of Raylan, though.]
[Raylan hums at the reminder, lips curling at the edges. It wasn't something he would ever be doing, for a short list of very specific reasons. Chiefly that his pride wouldn't bear the insult of the idea that he needed someone to do his light work for him. He would bet that Lalo reveled in the contrast of them and if Raylan were honest, he would admit the same.
They were walking a very thin and dangerous line, teetering over a very specific ruin of them both.
But Raylan had fucked around plenty and found out nothing at all so why should he stop now? It was a thrill; a ride of the same type as Lalo had taken him on the first time they'd met here. Shame and exhilaration driving them onwards. What was life for if not the small, sinful pleasures of the heart, and Lalo's beaming grin and the kiss he plants on Raylan's cheek qualified just as such. Even if Raylan did almost blush himself, eyes darting around like he was looking to make sure no one saw.
So long as he's having fun and all.
But then the fun goes to a pale face and panic, and Raylan almost expects trouble until Lalo says her name. Chloe? Raylan spins around, following Lalo's gaze and lifting his eyebrows in open surprise. Chloe was someone else that he never expected to see again, much less here, much less dressed to the nines and ready to slay by heads turning too quickly alone.
He faulters, managing a-] We- [Almost guiltily before he breaks the tension with a laugh and a grin.]
-Would never consider gettin' too far into anythin' without you. Drink?
[ Lalo figured Givens wouldn't want him to butt in; truthfully, Lalo wouldn't want to do that either, if it the roles were reversed. That doesn't mean the offer isn't sincere. It's rare that Lalo feels this connected to anyone who isn't immediate family and he'll do anything to preserve that. Including fighting people for Givens, if he has to.
But Givens is right - they are walking a dangerous line. Lalo is well-aware of it. He understands why hiding is necessary for both of them. But that doesn't mean the electric connection he feels with Givens becomes less important.
And, bonus: Lalo is no longer ashamed of his bisexuality. Chloe drained most of the shame out of him; his last tryst with Givens sapped what little was left. But that doesn't mean that he's unaware of why they need to hide.
Givens's almost-blush makes him smile, though.
So does Chloe's everything, despite her presence here making him nervous. He gives a quick laugh and Chloe a brief side hug when Givens suggests they wouldn't go far without her. ]
He's right. [ He turns to Chloe and whispers: ] You wanna see something? [ While Givens proffers a drink, Lalo does a quick scan to make sure nobody is watching except for Chloe, then - determined to earn his punishment tonight - he goes over and fully kisses Givens deeply on the lips, giving Chloe a show. ]
[Chloe laughs a little at Raylan’s statement. It's sweet of him to say, even if they all know it isn't true.
She gives Lalo a little kiss on the cheek when he hugs her, then whoops gleefully at the display he puts on for her. Not only is it hot as hell but she's so proud to see how much her friend’s confidence has grown since the last time they'd all been together like this.]
Lalo told me this was a great place to blow off steam, and I can see that he was right!
I've got to say, I wouldn't mind a drink, though. [She flops into a chair in a way someone in a dress cut like this probably shouldn't.] You would not believe the week I've had.
[Though from the state of Raylan’s face it seems his was probably pretty exciting too.]
[It wasn't true but things could always be adjusted. Chloe was, after all, one of the primary reasons they were both here together, no matter which way it gets swung. Raylan had to wonder if her opening question meant that she was interested in going upstairs with them. Oh the sights she'll get to see.
Raylan presses the drink into her hand just before Lalo so brashly steals his attention and lips. Despite the worries that had lived in him so long as to not be stoppable, he leans into it for a few heartbeats, and when it breaks, he looks embarrassed and flushed. Chloe got a wide eyed little look before he's looking shocked at Lalo and downing his drink. ]
Jesus.
You're gonna pay for that, [He threatens sweetly as he tries and fails to suppress the color crawling up his neck. Then, to Chloe:]
All the best parties start with a stiff drink. You got a mind to go find a fish in this sea, or can we interest you in somethin' upstairs with us? A show to make you forget your troubles, put a pep in your step for the next week.
[ It feels so nice to just lean into Raylan for a moment. The smell and warmth of the other man make his heart beater fast. And when he pulls away, everything about Givens - from the blush to the soft "Jesus" - makes Lalo's heart melt. The promise to make him 'pay for it' gets a smile, although Lalo consciously does not look at Chloe when Raylan says that. Those words do send a pleasant, slightly embarrassing tingle down his spine, though. Woof.
He does gently tilt Raylan's head up at him briefly, admiring his handiwork in the blush, before moving to take a sip of his own drink.
Only to choke and spit it out when he hears Givens invites Chloe to watch. Deep down, he knew it was coming, but for once he couldn't suppress his reaction. It doesn't matter. He wants this too bad to call it off, and Givens knows it. ]
[Chloe throws back her own drink, pleased as hell at that blush colouring Raylan’s neck and ears (and the little look he throws her way at her exuberance, that's fun) before they both switch the game up on her a little bit.
Lalo has been bragging about how he takes charge with Raylan, but that doesn't sound at all like the show she's being invited to see. Delicious.
Chloe sets her glass down.]
This sounds like something I can't miss. Any chance your show’s got the potential for some audience participation?
[He can't help but wink at Lalo during the brief inspection, chest as warm as the twinkle of mischief in his eyes and he breaks into a grin at Chloe's answer. Perfect. He knew that Lalo had some hangups that they were going to be working through and Raylan would be grateful for the comfort and security that having Chloe there would bring the man.
His eyebrows bounce up over a spreading of that grin in response to the question, one hand sliding up onto and over Lalo's on the bartop.]
Price of that ticket is a smile and and the ferryin' of one of the whiskey bottles from the bar. Hell, even if you didn't give either - for you? Anythin', [He drawls with all the charm he can muster as his other hand slips up to the small of his back.
It was a smooth movement, a shift of his weight and a turn that brought Lalo's arm with it, off the bar at towards the small of his back as a handcuff is slapped on Lalo's wrist, putting Raylan behind him. The other hand slid down Lalo's other arm, heading for his wrist as Raylan leans in to whisper in his ear. ]
The bigger a fuss you make, the more eyes are gonna track us three up to that room. But we're goin' now, one way or another darlin'.
[ Truthfully, it will be good for Lalo to have Chloe around. She's been a steady anchor for Lalo as he has explored parts of himself he didn't used to want to admit existed.
Raylan's grin, and his enthusiastic eyebrows, make Lalo's stomach flip-flop nervously, but a good kind of nervous. A hopeful, despite, wanting nervous, more anticipation than anything. But the hand sliding over his reassures him. Lalo relaxes underneath Raylan's hand, smiling softly as Raylan speaks to Chloe, enjoying the feeling of Raylan's hand on his. Lalo's fingers even briefly interlock with Raylan's.
He listens to Raylan talk to Chloe, his body relaxing even more against the feeling of Raylan's hand on his back...
Until, before he knows it, both of his wrists are captured, and the cold metal of the handcuffs already encircle one of them. Lalo turns to look at Raylan with an embarrassed, surprised expression. Goddamn it! How could he have been caught so unaware!
But the "darlin'" always makes Lalo melt a little bit, and he relents easily. Raylan wasn't kidding when he said he'd pay for his earlier display. Lalo, realizing he's in a losing position, is quiet -- but he can't help feeling like everyone's eyes are on him as they march up to the room. His face is red; that much he can't hide.
He's also weak in the knees, but he does try to hide that.
At least he's probably the easiest suspect Raylan has ever taken into custody. Lalo is quiet as a mouse as they walk across the floor of the bar and up some stairs until they reach the door of a room.
Anyone who knows Lalo knows it's unusual how little he's spoken since Chloe showed up. It isn't until the door closes safely behind them that Lalo relaxes with a soft, embarrassed groan. ]
Okay, okay. You got me, Officer. [ Despite his blush, he grins. ] Now what?
[The smile would appear without even being requested once Chloe sees how expertly Raylan handles Lalo. She really is in for a treat.]
You really are too good to me.
[Her voice is all but a purr as she rises from the chair and kisses them both - she’d like to linger but she's been promised something sweeter - and saunters toward the bar to retrieve the requested bottle. Once they're headed up the stairs, she won’t be far behind.
In the room, for once she's quiet, waiting with the bottle in her hand. This is Raylan’s gig now.]
[Raylan chuckles at Chloe's approval, beaming mischievously as she kisses them both. They were both damned lucky.
As Raylan wasn't going for total humiliation, Lalo's off hand isn't pulled into the cuffs, but Raylan stays behind him as they move using the cuffed wrist to guide them forward, his free hand steady on Lalo's shoulder. There's no missing the flush of Lalo's embarrassment, something Raylan hopes to ease with another soft comment into Lalo's ear as they move.]
What a good boy. Don't worry; anyone tries giving either of us any shit, I'm more than ready to defend us.
[He wasn't going to let anything happen to Lalo - he took very good care of people in his custody. With a glance over his shoulder to check that Chloe was behind them and wouldn't get lost in the row of doors, Raylan lets Lalo open the door and let them in.
The room inside was that of a barn - what Raylan would call a fancy barn. High vaulted ceilings with droplights that illuminated the large open space, the ground floor holding a couch and a few other pieces of furniture including a leather covered beam with two too small seats on either side, all smelling of fresh wood and clean hay. The structure might be a barn but there's no indication that it was ever used as such.
Lalo's other hand is pulled back and clicked in to the other handcuff as Chloe comes in after them. Raylan smiles. Good. They can get started.]
It's 'Marshal', not officer. Regular assholes get a pass, how could I ever expect folks of such low intelligence to remember, but you.. [He gently pushes Lalo forward towards the center of the room and starts tugging his black patterned tie off so he can wrap it over Lalo's eyes as he continues.]
What are your hard stops? [His voice was gentle but firm and his knot at the back of the makeshift blindfold wasn't overly tight. Just enough to keep itself in place.]
[ The kiss does get a smile from Lalo, despite his predicament. His thoughts mirror Raylan's: they both really got lucky with her.
The soft comment in his ear has the desired effect. Lalo relaxes, sighing quietly and happily into Raylan's ear in exchange.
Raylan's words bring home the reality of the situation for Lalo, too. He is vulnerable now, in a way that he hasn't been since he was a child. It's uncomfortable for Lalo to have to rely on somebody else to look out for him, but it's a good kind of discomfort.
Raylan's steady hand on his shoulder is a reminder for Lalo that he is safe. Chloe bringing up the rear helps too, making sure nobody sneaks up on them.
But it's the praise that really makes him melt. Hearing Raylan's Southern drawl calling him a "good boy", reaffirming that he is indeed a good boy, makes Lalo want to do anything he can to keep hearing that voice praising him.
When they go into the room, Lalo takes a deep breath, finding the hay smell oddly enjoyable. Lalo's never been much for the country life himself, but there are a lot of farmers in his beloved Mexico, and there's just something about it that's charming to him.
Then he's being shoved forward and Lalo's breath hitches, catching his throat. He grins. ] Ha! What bad manners I have. Yes, Marshal. [ He glances over at Chloe, briefly, trying to get her reaction to this, and the expression on Chloe's face is the last thing Lalo sees before the blindfold goes on. Lalo's heart races. It's really happening. It's really genuinely happening. He's been waiting for this moment for so long, and now... ]
I don't have any. [ He's putting himself fully in Raylan's hands here. He knows Raylan's limits, and he knows the man won't truly do anything to hurt him. His stomach is clenching but it's more anticipation than true fear when he adds... ] I want you to break me.
[ Lalo is aware for the second time of just how incredibly vulnerable he is, in a way that he never would have previously allowed himself to be. He can't see, and he can feel the cool metal trapping his hands. There's no going back now. ]
[Chloe is still standing - first of all in this dress there aren't a lot of places to sit in a barn, but also this is Raylan’s scene. He’ll put her where he wants her.
She gives Lalo an encouraging wink as he's blindfolded to let him know she's there for him but also planning to enjoy the hell out of this.
The way he just gives himself over fully to the other man draws an involuntary sound from her throat. She really did pick the perfect night to drop by.]
[It was all fun and games except Raylan knew how deep those vulnerabilities could cut. He wanted to protect those soft parts of Lalo, treat them with care and the respect that they deserved. No matter how dirty and lewd they got over the night, Lalo was safe with Raylan. He'd murder and die before letting something happen while he was supposed to be in control.
Which made Lalo's supplication that much more sweet. Break him? Oh god, would he try; the rush of adrenaline and excitement driving him towards an erection already. The plans he had worked far too well into this. He'd been planning this over the weeks they'd been apart, though he didn't want to admit that so specifically. Not with the way his heartbeat raced at Lalo's words. He couldn't wait to have Lalo panting and begging for more.]
That so? Hmmm.
[ Lalo looked fantastic like this; handcuffed and helpless and blissfully ignorant of anything that was coming to him. Raylan glances over at Chloe at the sound pulled from her, smirking crookedly.]
Quiet a picture he is, isn't he. [He reaches out and starts popping Lalo's buttons on his shirt.] But far too many clothes. He's gonna be our little whore tonight, and toys don't get clothes. Chloe, will you pour you and I another drink while our darlin' toes off those boots?
[Of course, there was a low bar top, more a shelf than anything else that had their glasses... and more behind if Chloe spared a look. While Raylan hadn't detailed out what came with this room, the dildos and whips behind that little bar told a story as to what level Raylan planned on taking things tonight.]
[ Chloe's little wink does in fact work to reassure Lalo, but the mental image of her winking at him like that will live in his head forever. There's just something so sexy about it. The way it shows off her playfulness.
And then, even sexier...
"He's gonna be our little whore tonight, and toys don't get clothes." Those words send a shiver down Lalo's spine. He'd been imagining Raylan saying something like all week, since the last time they were together. How many times has Raylan's charming Southern drawl called him a whore in his fantasies? And now it's really happening.
Knowing they are looking at him -- and enjoying what they're seeing -- ain't bad either. Lalo preens slightly. It's healing to think he's as desirable in this state as it is when he's kicking ass. That they can see him vulnerable and tied up and still want him. That they can want him because he's vulnerable and tied up.
There's a telltale bulge in his pants already, as Lalo obediently kicks out of his shoes just like Raylan told him to.
"Milkin'" makes him laugh, though. ] What, like a cow? [ Based on that response, he clearly has not heard of it. He smiles, clearly amused with himself. ] Yeah, I don't think you're gonna get very far with that. I'm not a girl. I don't make milk.
[Chloe smirks as she walks over to the bar, heels making a hollow sound against the wooden floor.
She fills the two glasses, then stows the bottle behind the bar. There's a lot to see back here, but she doesn't want to miss the show, either. Raylan has obviously put a lot of thought into this, but hadn't known she’d be here so right now she's a bit of a wild card. She needs to make sure she's included.
She's walking back toward the two men with a glass in each hand when Lalo makes his confident statement, and she can't help but laugh. They're going to eat this man alive.]
Thank you. [Raylan grins at Chloe, at the laugh, at Lalo's ignorant over confidence. He takes a sip of his whiskey as he ambles around behind Lalo, stepping up so the man could feel the hardon that was already straining in Raylan's jeans as one hand slides around Lalo's waist. Lithe fingers, well practiced with buckles of all sizes, tug the belt open and free as Raylan answers in Lalo's ear.]
Oh, we make a different kinda milk, darlin', and Miss Chloe and I are gonna milk you for every drop before I fill you back up again with my own.
[Chole had been a part of some of Raylan's fantasies so there was only a slight pivot to make room for including her. This would be so much hotter with her there, with her helping. The hand moves onto the zipper and in a moment, Lalo's jeans were falling to the floor, his underwear following right after. It left him in just the opened shirt, but Raylan would take care of that.]
Step out. [ Once he had, Raylan grabs the cuffs and nudges Lalo forward towards the padded and leather covered horse.] You ever ridden a horse before then?
[ Lalo might not be able to see, but he is currently awash in sensations right now. He can hear Chloe's heels clicking on the floor as she goes for the bar, and he can feel himself straining experimentally against the handcuffs, to no avail. The scent of hay lingers in his nostrils still, too. Unable to see, Lalo's other senses are heightened.
They aren't the only thing that's heightened. Lalo's arousal is growing by the second, as evidenced by his increasingly hard breathing and the flush covering face, neck and chest.
Then it gets even more intense. Before long, Lalo hears - and feels - Raylan coming up behind him. He has a brief moment of panic; after living the life Lalo has for so long, it's impossible to fight the fear that grips him when he realizes he's handcuffed and another man with all the power in the situation is sliding up behind him. Raylan whispering in Lalo's ear gets a soft, horny groan out of Lalo, as well as visible goosebumps pricking up along in his arm. Lalo is enjoying the feel and soft sound of Raylan's breathy voice in his ear so much that he almost doesn't register what Raylan has said.
Then reality dawns on him. ]
Y-You're going to...?! [ For once in his life, Lalo is stumbling over his words, rendered speechless. And embarrassed. It's written all over his face, the dawning embarrassment of realizing what's about to happen to him... or what he imagines is about to happen to him, anyway...
But he's also clearly turned on. Clearly. Despite his fear, anxiety and embarrassment - or maybe because of it - Lalo can feel his deep arousal overtaking him. He registers, not for the first time, just how vulnerable he is, and the power differential that exists by design between him and two of them. And while he has to admit, hearing Chloe call Raylan "boss" is pretty hot - he knows who is at the bottom of totem poll right now.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
Raylan strips him, and Lalo can't hear either of them undressing so he surmises he's the only one naked. That's thrilling, but it's also a little scary. He enjoys the attention, but it enhance his sense of vulnerability even more. When his underwear hits the floor they can both see his throbbing erection, and the way he blushes even worse when it's exposed.
he steps out when he's instructed to, and lets Raylan nudge him towards the leather covered horse without resistance. ] I'm - ah - a few times? When I was a kid. I wasn't very good. You'll have to show me. [ He grins, unable to resist the urge to flirt a little bit. It helps him conceal some of his nervousness, but he can still feel his own heart pounding with anticipation and desire. ]
[Chloe sips at her drink as she watches Raylan work. The embarrassment paired with the obvious arousal is a great look on Lalo, and the fact that Raylan had remembered what she’d said about Lalo liking to call her “Miss Chloe” makes her smile.
She follows the two over to the bench when they start moving in that direction, holding out a hand for Raylan’s glass once they arrive.]
[It was from Raylan's own experience that he knew the start of things were always the hardest. You didn't know what was coming, didn't know how to prepare yourself and had to lean heavily on those guiding you to ensure your well being. A taller order than most for men like them. Lalo had a field day when their roles were reversed but that didn't mean that Raylan wasn't unsympathetic to his lovers sweet struggle.
Raylan chuckles, low and husky and pleased at Lalo's sputtering and goes about what he was doing, humming softly as he watches that blush burn on Lalo's cheek. Humiliation wasn't the normally Raylan's flavor, not really, but the play of their own power against each other was its own kind of intoxicating and drew him into this whole game more easily than he would have thought.
A broad smile is given to Chloe as he notices her hand out, openly pleased and surprised that she could read and anticipate needs enough to have even offered to take it. That was good; Raylan worked well with partners after a singular goal. The glass was set in her hand with a thankful little incline of his head before he set it on Lalo's back.]
Don't go far with that, darlin'. [The whiskey wasn't going to be just to slack his thirst. He turns back to Lalo.]
If I tied that tie right, that'll be damned near impossible. [He reaches up and lifts the tie a little, still grinning. It would give Lalo a better look at the unique piece of furniture he was about to mount. With equally padded rests that would keep Lalo's knees bent and a U-shaped cutout to accommodate a man's package, a sharp eye would notice that there were restraints at either end. The piece was all for a very specific use.] I'll guide you on.
[Winking, Raylan lets the tie go and makes sure its in place before doing just as he promised, gently talking and guiding Lalo on, a hand helping his knees sit up in the right place. For all that was coming, Raylan wanted to be reassuring. Comforting. When Lalo settles, Raylan hums again and nods with a-] There ya are, darlin', just like a pro.
[The sound of keys rattle, and one handcuff comes off, though he doesn't let it go. Raylan lifts his eyebrows in invitation to Chloe, one finger gesturing between his glass and Lalo's wrist.
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The Lounge; Second visit
He was more keyed up than usual, dark eyes almost predatory as he got three whiskeys down before looking at the room, head on an unnerving swivel. Trying to tuck the darker parts of himself away was harder that it seemed sometimes. Still, he had no real worries about what Lalo might think; he was confident Lalo could handle him at his most true form.
The only question was if Lalo would show up - Raylan felt like he needed the man's casual ease, that disarming grin, the company that always felt him leaving better than he should for having it.
If not, Raylan planned on drinking this bar dry or getting into a bar fight. Maybe both.]
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And boots. Can't forget the boots.
The disarming grin is in place as always, and it doesn't fade even when Lalo's eyes raise in shock at the sight of Raylan. Slightly bloody and beaten. It's a good look on him; it makes Lalo want to think about doing things to him... but maybe some other time. This isn't for that right now. Raylan had told him the tables would be turned this time, and Lalo doesn't take Raylan for the kind of man to go back on his word about something like that.
Lalo whistles as he takes a seat beside Raylan. ]
Whew! What happened to you?
[ Lalo looks him up and down appreciatively. The predatoriness in Raylan's gaze makes the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but even that, Lalo welcomes. It isn't often that he feels like he could be someone's prey, not really. Even when people try to take shots at him, he's never felt like most of them were his equal, so he's never worried.
Raylan is different. The sheer determination and intelligence in Raylan's eyes makes Lalo's stomach hurt in a good way at the thought of being pursued by him. There's no telling what he could - or would - do.
It's thrilling.
But that doesn't mean Lalo isn't thinking about who did this, too. ] Do I need to kill anybody?
[ He's pretty sure the answer is no, because Raylan probably already took care of them, but hey, it's the thought that counts! ]
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Fell down some stairs. Hit a doorknob, you know how it is. [Like he was a beaten housewife or something. He disliked that verbal decision as soon as it was out of his mouth, which was even worse. Not all of 'em could be winners and he wasn't in the best mood for quips. Still wound too tight for all that.
Something more softens in his eyes and the way he holds his smile at Lalo's second question. Maybe he should worry more about how serious Lalo was or the question of how many bodies he (and likely his family) had put in the Mexican desert. He wasn't going to - none of that mattered here. It couldn't. If it did, it would consume him slowly in the same way Boyd had and end in the same fashion.
He was unthinkingly fully confident in his ability to track Lalo, if his job called for it. He'd stolen a Mexican border officer, he was sure he could manage something. Just like he was confident in what he'd promised for the evening.]
No- [Raylan answers with open amusement, whiskey glass halfway back to his smiling lips. That was sweet, still.] I already took care of that.
[He taps his glass on the bar before sliding it to the bartender side edge and leaning on his elbow to turn that smile on Lalo.]
Glad to see you came. I've been thinkin' about you all week. [Raylan looks him up and down, smile pulling again.] Nice boots.
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If the doorknob shows up here, I'll tell 'im you're a friend of the cartel.
[ As if Lalo would let him forget, for one second, who and what he was. Does he get off on the idea of reminding Raylan how he's defiling himself? How far he's fallen? Maybe. Does he like the idea of reminding Raylan what he could have if he was willing to truly follow his instincts and be free? Hell yeah.
Lalo, too, had confidence in Raylan's ability to track him. He had no delusion he'd get away, although it might still be fun to try. But that's what made the game so much fun.
Lalo beams when that smile is turned on him. Blushing, giggling, kicking his feet, etc. Hearing Givens has been thinking about him all week is just the cherry on the sundae. Lalo would like to say it's mutual, and honestly, it is... but that doesn't mean he's going to admit as much out loud. He takes a swig of his Modelo and leans in to kiss Givens on his good side's cheek. ]
Gracias. [ Lalo grins at the mention of the boots. ] Picked 'em out just for you!
[ It's then that Lalo turns white, looking over Givens's shoulder. He sees Chloe approaching. Any other night, he'd be delighted. She's fantastic company, and in that dress her tits look incredible.
But he'd bragged to her about what he'd done with Givens, even invited her to watch. And on any other night, he'd be delighted to let her watch him handcuff a pig. But not tonight. Tonight, all he can think is: oh no... ]
Chloe! [ Lalo gets up a little too fast, a slight nervousness at the edge of his megawatt smile. ] What a pleasure to see you here, my dear! Tonight, of all nights!
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She whistles on approach, smiling as she sees Lalo’s nervousness. He's the one who invited her, so if she's caught him off guard it's got to be something delicious. She's a bit dismayed at the state of Raylan, though.]
Hey, boys. Getting started without me?
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They were walking a very thin and dangerous line, teetering over a very specific ruin of them both.
But Raylan had fucked around plenty and found out nothing at all so why should he stop now? It was a thrill; a ride of the same type as Lalo had taken him on the first time they'd met here. Shame and exhilaration driving them onwards. What was life for if not the small, sinful pleasures of the heart, and Lalo's beaming grin and the kiss he plants on Raylan's cheek qualified just as such. Even if Raylan did almost blush himself, eyes darting around like he was looking to make sure no one saw.
So long as he's having fun and all.
But then the fun goes to a pale face and panic, and Raylan almost expects trouble until Lalo says her name. Chloe? Raylan spins around, following Lalo's gaze and lifting his eyebrows in open surprise. Chloe was someone else that he never expected to see again, much less here, much less dressed to the nines and ready to slay by heads turning too quickly alone.
He faulters, managing a-] We- [Almost guiltily before he breaks the tension with a laugh and a grin.]
-Would never consider gettin' too far into anythin' without you. Drink?
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But Givens is right - they are walking a dangerous line. Lalo is well-aware of it. He understands why hiding is necessary for both of them. But that doesn't mean the electric connection he feels with Givens becomes less important.
And, bonus: Lalo is no longer ashamed of his bisexuality. Chloe drained most of the shame out of him; his last tryst with Givens sapped what little was left. But that doesn't mean that he's unaware of why they need to hide.
Givens's almost-blush makes him smile, though.
So does Chloe's everything, despite her presence here making him nervous. He gives a quick laugh and Chloe a brief side hug when Givens suggests they wouldn't go far without her. ]
He's right. [ He turns to Chloe and whispers: ] You wanna see something? [ While Givens proffers a drink, Lalo does a quick scan to make sure nobody is watching except for Chloe, then - determined to earn his punishment tonight - he goes over and fully kisses Givens deeply on the lips, giving Chloe a show. ]
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She gives Lalo a little kiss on the cheek when he hugs her, then whoops gleefully at the display he puts on for her. Not only is it hot as hell but she's so proud to see how much her friend’s confidence has grown since the last time they'd all been together like this.]
Lalo told me this was a great place to blow off steam, and I can see that he was right!
I've got to say, I wouldn't mind a drink, though. [She flops into a chair in a way someone in a dress cut like this probably shouldn't.] You would not believe the week I've had.
[Though from the state of Raylan’s face it seems his was probably pretty exciting too.]
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Raylan presses the drink into her hand just before Lalo so brashly steals his attention and lips. Despite the worries that had lived in him so long as to not be stoppable, he leans into it for a few heartbeats, and when it breaks, he looks embarrassed and flushed. Chloe got a wide eyed little look before he's looking shocked at Lalo and downing his drink. ]
Jesus.
You're gonna pay for that, [He threatens sweetly as he tries and fails to suppress the color crawling up his neck. Then, to Chloe:]
All the best parties start with a stiff drink. You got a mind to go find a fish in this sea, or can we interest you in somethin' upstairs with us? A show to make you forget your troubles, put a pep in your step for the next week.
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He does gently tilt Raylan's head up at him briefly, admiring his handiwork in the blush, before moving to take a sip of his own drink.
Only to choke and spit it out when he hears Givens invites Chloe to watch. Deep down, he knew it was coming, but for once he couldn't suppress his reaction. It doesn't matter. He wants this too bad to call it off, and Givens knows it. ]
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Lalo has been bragging about how he takes charge with Raylan, but that doesn't sound at all like the show she's being invited to see. Delicious.
Chloe sets her glass down.]
This sounds like something I can't miss. Any chance your show’s got the potential for some audience participation?
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His eyebrows bounce up over a spreading of that grin in response to the question, one hand sliding up onto and over Lalo's on the bartop.]
Price of that ticket is a smile and and the ferryin' of one of the whiskey bottles from the bar. Hell, even if you didn't give either - for you? Anythin', [He drawls with all the charm he can muster as his other hand slips up to the small of his back.
It was a smooth movement, a shift of his weight and a turn that brought Lalo's arm with it, off the bar at towards the small of his back as a handcuff is slapped on Lalo's wrist, putting Raylan behind him. The other hand slid down Lalo's other arm, heading for his wrist as Raylan leans in to whisper in his ear. ]
The bigger a fuss you make, the more eyes are gonna track us three up to that room. But we're goin' now, one way or another darlin'.
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Raylan's grin, and his enthusiastic eyebrows, make Lalo's stomach flip-flop nervously, but a good kind of nervous. A hopeful, despite, wanting nervous, more anticipation than anything. But the hand sliding over his reassures him. Lalo relaxes underneath Raylan's hand, smiling softly as Raylan speaks to Chloe, enjoying the feeling of Raylan's hand on his. Lalo's fingers even briefly interlock with Raylan's.
He listens to Raylan talk to Chloe, his body relaxing even more against the feeling of Raylan's hand on his back...
Until, before he knows it, both of his wrists are captured, and the cold metal of the handcuffs already encircle one of them. Lalo turns to look at Raylan with an embarrassed, surprised expression. Goddamn it! How could he have been caught so unaware!
But the "darlin'" always makes Lalo melt a little bit, and he relents easily. Raylan wasn't kidding when he said he'd pay for his earlier display. Lalo, realizing he's in a losing position, is quiet -- but he can't help feeling like everyone's eyes are on him as they march up to the room. His face is red; that much he can't hide.
He's also weak in the knees, but he does try to hide that.
At least he's probably the easiest suspect Raylan has ever taken into custody. Lalo is quiet as a mouse as they walk across the floor of the bar and up some stairs until they reach the door of a room.
Anyone who knows Lalo knows it's unusual how little he's spoken since Chloe showed up. It isn't until the door closes safely behind them that Lalo relaxes with a soft, embarrassed groan. ]
Okay, okay. You got me, Officer. [ Despite his blush, he grins. ] Now what?
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You really are too good to me.
[Her voice is all but a purr as she rises from the chair and kisses them both - she’d like to linger but she's been promised something sweeter - and saunters toward the bar to retrieve the requested bottle. Once they're headed up the stairs, she won’t be far behind.
In the room, for once she's quiet, waiting with the bottle in her hand. This is Raylan’s gig now.]
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As Raylan wasn't going for total humiliation, Lalo's off hand isn't pulled into the cuffs, but Raylan stays behind him as they move using the cuffed wrist to guide them forward, his free hand steady on Lalo's shoulder. There's no missing the flush of Lalo's embarrassment, something Raylan hopes to ease with another soft comment into Lalo's ear as they move.]
What a good boy. Don't worry; anyone tries giving either of us any shit, I'm more than ready to defend us.
[He wasn't going to let anything happen to Lalo - he took very good care of people in his custody. With a glance over his shoulder to check that Chloe was behind them and wouldn't get lost in the row of doors, Raylan lets Lalo open the door and let them in.
The room inside was that of a barn - what Raylan would call a fancy barn. High vaulted ceilings with droplights that illuminated the large open space, the ground floor holding a couch and a few other pieces of furniture including a leather covered beam with two too small seats on either side, all smelling of fresh wood and clean hay. The structure might be a barn but there's no indication that it was ever used as such.
Lalo's other hand is pulled back and clicked in to the other handcuff as Chloe comes in after them. Raylan smiles. Good. They can get started.]
It's 'Marshal', not officer. Regular assholes get a pass, how could I ever expect folks of such low intelligence to remember, but you.. [He gently pushes Lalo forward towards the center of the room and starts tugging his black patterned tie off so he can wrap it over Lalo's eyes as he continues.]
What are your hard stops? [His voice was gentle but firm and his knot at the back of the makeshift blindfold wasn't overly tight. Just enough to keep itself in place.]
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The soft comment in his ear has the desired effect. Lalo relaxes, sighing quietly and happily into Raylan's ear in exchange.
Raylan's words bring home the reality of the situation for Lalo, too. He is vulnerable now, in a way that he hasn't been since he was a child. It's uncomfortable for Lalo to have to rely on somebody else to look out for him, but it's a good kind of discomfort.
Raylan's steady hand on his shoulder is a reminder for Lalo that he is safe. Chloe bringing up the rear helps too, making sure nobody sneaks up on them.
But it's the praise that really makes him melt. Hearing Raylan's Southern drawl calling him a "good boy", reaffirming that he is indeed a good boy, makes Lalo want to do anything he can to keep hearing that voice praising him.
When they go into the room, Lalo takes a deep breath, finding the hay smell oddly enjoyable. Lalo's never been much for the country life himself, but there are a lot of farmers in his beloved Mexico, and there's just something about it that's charming to him.
Then he's being shoved forward and Lalo's breath hitches, catching his throat. He grins. ] Ha! What bad manners I have. Yes, Marshal. [ He glances over at Chloe, briefly, trying to get her reaction to this, and the expression on Chloe's face is the last thing Lalo sees before the blindfold goes on. Lalo's heart races. It's really happening. It's really genuinely happening. He's been waiting for this moment for so long, and now... ]
I don't have any. [ He's putting himself fully in Raylan's hands here. He knows Raylan's limits, and he knows the man won't truly do anything to hurt him. His stomach is clenching but it's more anticipation than true fear when he adds... ] I want you to break me.
[ Lalo is aware for the second time of just how incredibly vulnerable he is, in a way that he never would have previously allowed himself to be. He can't see, and he can feel the cool metal trapping his hands. There's no going back now. ]
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She gives Lalo an encouraging wink as he's blindfolded to let him know she's there for him but also planning to enjoy the hell out of this.
The way he just gives himself over fully to the other man draws an involuntary sound from her throat. She really did pick the perfect night to drop by.]
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Which made Lalo's supplication that much more sweet. Break him? Oh god, would he try; the rush of adrenaline and excitement driving him towards an erection already. The plans he had worked far too well into this. He'd been planning this over the weeks they'd been apart, though he didn't want to admit that so specifically. Not with the way his heartbeat raced at Lalo's words. He couldn't wait to have Lalo panting and begging for more.]
That so? Hmmm.
[ Lalo looked fantastic like this; handcuffed and helpless and blissfully ignorant of anything that was coming to him. Raylan glances over at Chloe at the sound pulled from her, smirking crookedly.]
Quiet a picture he is, isn't he. [He reaches out and starts popping Lalo's buttons on his shirt.] But far too many clothes. He's gonna be our little whore tonight, and toys don't get clothes. Chloe, will you pour you and I another drink while our darlin' toes off those boots?
[Of course, there was a low bar top, more a shelf than anything else that had their glasses... and more behind if Chloe spared a look. While Raylan hadn't detailed out what came with this room, the dildos and whips behind that little bar told a story as to what level Raylan planned on taking things tonight.]
Either of you heard of somethin' called milkin'?
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And then, even sexier...
"He's gonna be our little whore tonight, and toys don't get clothes." Those words send a shiver down Lalo's spine. He'd been imagining Raylan saying something like all week, since the last time they were together. How many times has Raylan's charming Southern drawl called him a whore in his fantasies? And now it's really happening.
Knowing they are looking at him -- and enjoying what they're seeing -- ain't bad either. Lalo preens slightly. It's healing to think he's as desirable in this state as it is when he's kicking ass. That they can see him vulnerable and tied up and still want him. That they can want him because he's vulnerable and tied up.
There's a telltale bulge in his pants already, as Lalo obediently kicks out of his shoes just like Raylan told him to.
"Milkin'" makes him laugh, though. ] What, like a cow? [ Based on that response, he clearly has not heard of it. He smiles, clearly amused with himself. ] Yeah, I don't think you're gonna get very far with that. I'm not a girl. I don't make milk.
[ He says this very, very confidently. ]
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[Chloe smirks as she walks over to the bar, heels making a hollow sound against the wooden floor.
She fills the two glasses, then stows the bottle behind the bar. There's a lot to see back here, but she doesn't want to miss the show, either. Raylan has obviously put a lot of thought into this, but hadn't known she’d be here so right now she's a bit of a wild card. She needs to make sure she's included.
She's walking back toward the two men with a glass in each hand when Lalo makes his confident statement, and she can't help but laugh. They're going to eat this man alive.]
Mmhmm. I think he’ll love that.
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Oh, we make a different kinda milk, darlin', and Miss Chloe and I are gonna milk you for every drop before I fill you back up again with my own.
[Chole had been a part of some of Raylan's fantasies so there was only a slight pivot to make room for including her. This would be so much hotter with her there, with her helping. The hand moves onto the zipper and in a moment, Lalo's jeans were falling to the floor, his underwear following right after. It left him in just the opened shirt, but Raylan would take care of that.]
Step out. [ Once he had, Raylan grabs the cuffs and nudges Lalo forward towards the padded and leather covered horse.] You ever ridden a horse before then?
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They aren't the only thing that's heightened. Lalo's arousal is growing by the second, as evidenced by his increasingly hard breathing and the flush covering face, neck and chest.
Then it gets even more intense. Before long, Lalo hears - and feels - Raylan coming up behind him. He has a brief moment of panic; after living the life Lalo has for so long, it's impossible to fight the fear that grips him when he realizes he's handcuffed and another man with all the power in the situation is sliding up behind him. Raylan whispering in Lalo's ear gets a soft, horny groan out of Lalo, as well as visible goosebumps pricking up along in his arm. Lalo is enjoying the feel and soft sound of Raylan's breathy voice in his ear so much that he almost doesn't register what Raylan has said.
Then reality dawns on him. ]
Y-You're going to...?! [ For once in his life, Lalo is stumbling over his words, rendered speechless. And embarrassed. It's written all over his face, the dawning embarrassment of realizing what's about to happen to him... or what he imagines is about to happen to him, anyway...
But he's also clearly turned on. Clearly. Despite his fear, anxiety and embarrassment - or maybe because of it - Lalo can feel his deep arousal overtaking him. He registers, not for the first time, just how vulnerable he is, and the power differential that exists by design between him and two of them. And while he has to admit, hearing Chloe call Raylan "boss" is pretty hot - he knows who is at the bottom of totem poll right now.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
Raylan strips him, and Lalo can't hear either of them undressing so he surmises he's the only one naked. That's thrilling, but it's also a little scary. He enjoys the attention, but it enhance his sense of vulnerability even more. When his underwear hits the floor they can both see his throbbing erection, and the way he blushes even worse when it's exposed.
he steps out when he's instructed to, and lets Raylan nudge him towards the leather covered horse without resistance. ] I'm - ah - a few times? When I was a kid. I wasn't very good. You'll have to show me. [ He grins, unable to resist the urge to flirt a little bit. It helps him conceal some of his nervousness, but he can still feel his own heart pounding with anticipation and desire. ]
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She follows the two over to the bench when they start moving in that direction, holding out a hand for Raylan’s glass once they arrive.]
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Raylan chuckles, low and husky and pleased at Lalo's sputtering and goes about what he was doing, humming softly as he watches that blush burn on Lalo's cheek. Humiliation wasn't the normally Raylan's flavor, not really, but the play of their own power against each other was its own kind of intoxicating and drew him into this whole game more easily than he would have thought.
A broad smile is given to Chloe as he notices her hand out, openly pleased and surprised that she could read and anticipate needs enough to have even offered to take it. That was good; Raylan worked well with partners after a singular goal. The glass was set in her hand with a thankful little incline of his head before he set it on Lalo's back.]
Don't go far with that, darlin'. [The whiskey wasn't going to be just to slack his thirst. He turns back to Lalo.]
If I tied that tie right, that'll be damned near impossible. [He reaches up and lifts the tie a little, still grinning. It would give Lalo a better look at the unique piece of furniture he was about to mount. With equally padded rests that would keep Lalo's knees bent and a U-shaped cutout to accommodate a man's package, a sharp eye would notice that there were restraints at either end. The piece was all for a very specific use.] I'll guide you on.
[Winking, Raylan lets the tie go and makes sure its in place before doing just as he promised, gently talking and guiding Lalo on, a hand helping his knees sit up in the right place. For all that was coming, Raylan wanted to be reassuring. Comforting. When Lalo settles, Raylan hums again and nods with a-] There ya are, darlin', just like a pro.
[The sound of keys rattle, and one handcuff comes off, though he doesn't let it go. Raylan lifts his eyebrows in invitation to Chloe, one finger gesturing between his glass and Lalo's wrist.
Trade?]
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Sustained!
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Lounge; First visit