Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special 2)

“Sure. Where were you the night Starman was killed?” Ronowski’s easy smile was gone, replaced with a serious expression.

“I was home with my friend, Doug. I’d called him about eight, we got drunk and crashed.”

Ronowski wrote that down and continued, “Do you know of anyone who would want to kill Starman?”

“No, I can’t say that I do. I don’t talk to or hang out with anyone from Illustra except Doug.”

“Last question. Why did your husband have to file a missing persons report on you?”

Furi flinched before he could stop himself. Fuck. Now he really was pissed. He'd had every right to leave Patrick the way he did. Furi drug his hands through his hair, pulling on the ends, gritting his teeth. “My husband was an abusive son-of-a-bitch. When he wasn’t throwing punches, he didn’t mind letting his brother take a few shots for shits-and-giggles. So I waited until he was out of town and I got the fuck outta there. What does this have to do with Starman?”

“Not a damn thing.”

Furi’s breath caught at the sound of Syn’s voice. He came into the room looking like he was going to hurt Ronowski. Was he the one behind the glass all this time? Asshole.

“Let’s go Furious.” Syn stood at the door glaring at Ronowski.

“Do you not want your husband contacted?” Ronowski continued ignoring Syn’s glare.

Furi turned around at the door. “It doesn’t matter. He’s already been contacted … with divorce papers.” Furi left the room and took long strides through the precinct until he was outside. He knew Syn was behind him, though his steps were light, he could sense him there. Furi was so angry he wanted to round on Syn and punch him in the face. This meant Syn knew everything about him. About his husband, how he made additional money, about every fucking thing. He’d taken away Furi’s control. That just wouldn’t do.

‘Nectar of the Most Forbidden Fruit’

Damnit.

Furi was mad, and not just a little bit. He was like a man on a mission. Syn watched him fling the doors open and head around the corner. “Furi, can I talk to you?” Syn asked as calmly as he could.

Furi turned down a side street and rounded on him fast, his long hair flying over his left shoulder. He grabbed Syn by the collar of his jacket and threw him hard up against the wall.

“Ugh, fuck! Furi relax, I can explain,” Syn said, using a soothing tone.

“You knew I was going to be picked up. You stood outside that mirror watching me. Did I entertain you? You think I give a fuck about you judging me because I jerk off on camera for money?” Furi growled in his face.

“First: I didn’t know you were going to be picked up tonight. Ronowski is my first officer and he deals with that. He reports to me whenever he feels he has something worth investigating further. Second: he didn’t talk to me about you until after I left you this evening. Third: I didn’t even know you worked at Illustra, but now that I do, read my lips; I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” He watched Furi’s eyes, saw them land on Syn's mouth. His face just mere inches from his own. He saw Furi’s anger turn to arousal just as his did. Syn brought his hands up slowly, desperately wanting to bury them in Furi’s hair.

“Put 'em down,” Furi said harshly against his lips.

Syn dropped his hands to his sides, breath quickening at Furi’s command. “Let me touch you,” Syn whispered. He groaned deep in his throat as Furi pressed him harder against the wall. He parted his lips slightly, inviting Furi to taste, needing another taste. Syn leaned in and Furi turned his head, making Syn miss his lips.

Syn growled low, letting Furi hear his disappointment. “Why are you such a dick to me? You’re either being a sarcastic ass or making me chase you. You tease me, not letting me touch you until you allow it. Is this the way it’s done? Is this how you will always treat me?”

Furi moved in closer, letting Syn nestle his face into all that soft, fluffy hair across Furi’s ear and neck. Syn took a deep breath, “Smells so good.”

Furi finally released his grip on his coat and Syn’s dick jerked in his pants at the feel of Furi snaking his hands behind Syn’s neck. Furi pulled Syn's head from his hair and looked at him carefully, trying to decide what to say. “I don’t want to be mean to you. I just don’t know what to think of you yet.”

“Can I still take you home? I need to talk to you,” Syn said, his voice gravelly with arousal.

“Officially?” Furi asked through clenched teeth.

“Yes. I do need to clear some things up, but nothing has changed for me. You wanna make me chase you some more, fine. I will chase you.” Syn nipped at Furi’s jaw, making him flinch. “But, understand this. I will catch you, Furious.”