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Mobius dashed after the thief, turning down a narrow back alley. The faint sound of heavy steps on metal cut through the sounds of late night traffic and the muted baseline of the club that came off the alleyway. Coming around the corner Mobius spotted the ladder leading up to the metal staircase of a fire escape. The detective wasted no time leaping up to grip at the rungs of the ladder and pull himself up. The ladder groaned under his weight as he hoisted himself up. The metal was slick from the recent rain and Mobius gripped the stair rail to keep from slipping as he bolted up the steps two at a time.
Reaching the open window, Mobius crouched down, reducing his size as much as he could before squeezing himself through the narrow frame. The room was dark and quiet, the pulsing sound of the club’s heavy baseline thrumming through the floorboards. Slowly, Mobius reached for his holstered sidearm. He unsnapped the clasp securing his gun and carefully pulled it free as he scanned the room for even the slightest of disturbances.
“There’s nowhere for you to run now, Loki. I have you.” Mobius called into the room, “So you may as well come out with your hands up and surrender.”
The room stayed quiet, the only sound from the muffled music below. Mobius sighed as he caught sight of the wet footprints leading to a partially closed closet door. The detective skirted his eyes away from the closest, bringing his gun up as he turned his attention to the door to the room instead.
Mobius had been hunting Loki, the mischievous phantom thief, for the better part of his career. This was not to say that Mobius was an incompetent detective, not in the least. If anything he was very good at his job. It was why he was assigned to the case to begin with. At the time he was a secondary and still a young detective, and when it seemed the thief had taken an interest in him, he was allowed to stay on the case. Since then the primary had retired and the case just sort of fell into the detectives lap. Every time the department thought the case was going cold, Loki would miraculously make a move. The thief was notorious for leaving calling cards. He would hit a small establishment, or private collection, taking something small but still valuable. He’d always leave a clue about his next target, which would be on a much grander scale. Mobius was getting good at figuring out what kinds of events and items would attract the thief’s attention. Loki had a taste for the luxurious and the rare, though he had no preference to private or publicly owned collections and often hit both.
Mobius had been close to catching the thief on many occasions now. Although the thief always managed to slip away in the past, Mobius would not let the thief get away this time. The detective reached out for the doorknob, his ears pricking up as he heard the faint sound of movement just barely audible behind him. He let out a steady breath and gripped his gun a little tighter before he turned.
Loki’s eyes went wide as the gun was turned on him and he quickly stepped back, raising his hands in surrender. There was a golden dagger gripped in the thief's hand, it’s jewelled scabbard in his other hand. Despite being caught, the expression on the thief's face could only be described as calm.
“Put the knife down,” Mobius instructed smoothly, gesturing at Loki with the nose of his gun. When Loki didn’t move Mobius bit back a tired sigh and gestured a little more firmly, “Come on. You don’t really want to ruin the newest addition to your collection with my blood, do you?”
There was another pause of silence, the music downstairs turning to a fast paced drumming. Loki sighed and brought his hands down. Mobius gripped his gun, tensing at the sudden movement. His tension faded as he watched Loki sheath the knife and set it down on the floor carefully before nudging it in the detective’s direction. The knife hit the closed door with a dull thud as it skidded past Mobius’s feet.
“Hands back up where I can see them.” Mobius ordered calmly, despite the nervous grip on his gun.
Loki let out another sigh and rolled his eyes before complying. “It appears you’ve caught me, detective.” He said, voice laced with amusement, though Mobius couldn’t think what could be so amusing about the situation.
“Yeah, looks like your day’s of thieving are over.” Mobius agreed as he slowly lowered his weapon.
“You have me right where you want me,” Loki agreed, a grin coming to his lips as he tilted his head and glanced seductively at the detective. “If I’m being completely honest, I’ve dreamt of this very scenario many times now,” the thief admitted softly.
The detective’s brows pinched into a confused frown, “W-what? You want to be caught?”
The grin on Loki’s face widened and the frown on Mobius’s face deepened.
“Well if it’s you, detective, I don’t mind.” The thief purred. “Certainly you have dreamt of having me this way too, detective. Just the two of us, alone. You have me right where you want me and I’m completely at your mercy.”
Mobius felt a flush creeping up his neck at the thief’s admission. The thief’s seductive voice didn’t help matters either. Mobius readjusted the grip on his gun as he reached for his handcuffs.
“Just turn around and put your hands behind your back,” Mobius grumbled.
“All business I see,” Loki sighed, “Unless your fantasies consist of me being restrained first.” The thief leered at Mobius as he continued, “I don’t mind being restrained, though I can assure you it’s unnecessary. If it’s you, detective, I’ll let you do as you please. Have your way with me, I really don’t mind.”
Mobius felt hot under his collar, certain his face was flushed at the thief’s implications. The way that Loki looked at him with lust filled eyes only made it worse. The thief flashed an enticing grin at Mobius as he eyed the detective up and down before licking his lips.
“I see the feeling is mutual.” He teased, “What are you waiting for then? There probably isn’t a lot of time before backup arrives. Don’t be shy, detective, do whatever you want to me. You have my consent.”
Mobius stiffened as he fought to keep his composure. The thief may not have been completely off in his assumptions. Mobius had thought about capturing Loki on more than one occasion. But it wasn’t in the same context as what the thief was implying now. He couldn’t deny that the crafty thief wasn’t handsome though. The dark colour and trim fit of Loki’s attire were certainly alluring and pleasing to the eye. Mobius shook his head, trying to dispel his current train of thought and bring himself back to focusing on the task at hand. Loki was crafty, if he wasn’t careful the thief would slip away.
“That’s not what I’m after, Loki.” Mobius replied, “I’m going to take you back to the precinct and you’re going to answer for your crimes.”
Loki pouted softly at the detective’s statement, “There’s no need to be so cold, detective. I promise this isn’t some ploy to distract you so I can make my escape. I really have been longing for your touch for some time now. You’ve haunted many of my nights and I’m afraid I’m tired of fighting it.” Loki paused, letting out a trembling breath as he pleaded with the detective, “Please, just once, make me yours.”
Mobius sputtered at the confession, his mouth going dry. Was this really happening? Was the thief serious? He couldn’t be. This was definitely a trick. The thief was surely toying with Mobius, the detective was certain of it. The room was silent, only the muffled sound of heavy base and rain starting anew and beating against the metal fire escape outside could be heard. Mobius relaxed the grip on his weapon, slipping it back into it’s holster. Though he kept the handcuffs in hand. Before he could reach out to grab hold of the thief, his radio crackled to life. The sudden sound spooked them both, but before Mobius could reach out to answer the call, Loki grabbed hold of his collar.
“Loki! Wh-what are you-?!” Mobius sputtered as Loki shoved him backward. Mobius stumbled back, falling as the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed that was tucked into the corner of the room.
“I’m just taking matters into my own hands, detective. If you wont give me what I want then I’ll just have to steal it.” Loki purred as he pulled the gun from the detective’s holster, ensuring the safety was off before tossing it to the head of the bed and out of reach.
He did the same with the handcuffs in the detective’s limp hold, the cuffs clanking as they missed the bed and fell to the hardwood floor. Mobius swallowed the lump in his throat as Loki leaned over him, dipping down to capture his lips in a kiss that was velvety soft and hard all at once. He gasped as he felt the thief’s hands tracing up and down his sides. Strong fingers pinched at Mobius’s jaw, tilting his head as Loki deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into the detective's mouth.
Mobius moaned into the kiss, his eyelids falling closed as he surrendered to the thief. Mobius felt as Loki wedged his knee between his legs. The bed dipped as the thief eased Mobius to his back, his weight joining Mobius’s own on the bed. The radio at the detective’s hip crackled to life again and Loki broke the kiss with an exasperated sigh. Nimble hands roamed down the detective’s body, teasing, before they found the radio and flipped it off. With the problem handled Loki leaned back in for another hungry kiss, his hands pulling the detective’s shirt up as he went.
Mobius found himself lost to the passionate kiss. His hands were pinned above his head in a hold that was much stronger than the detective would have expected the thief was capable of. Loki rolled his hips in a slow circle and Mobius groaned, arching his back and rolling his hips up in response. Loki let out a delicious gasp, breaking the kiss and ducking his lips into the crook of Mobius’s neck. Hot breath fanned over the detective’s skin and Mobius panted and squirmed at the teasing.
“You should have just said you wanted this to begin with. There is no shame in wanting this, Mobius.” Loki whispered, nipping at the detective’s ear and grinding his hips into Mobius slowly.
Mobius writhed under the thief as Loki devoured his moans with kisses. When the desperate kiss finally broke Mobius was left panting, his chest heaving with the force of his heavy breaths. His face was flushed and his lips red and parted. Loki released his hands before pushing off the bed abruptly, the mattress easing at the loss of the additional weight.
Mobius slowly pushed himself up on his forearms and watched as the thief snatched up the bejewelled dagger he had discarded earlier. With a mischievous grin he turned back to Mobius, adjusting his shirt as he did so.
“It’s been a pleasure, detective. I do hope we can meet like this again soon.” He purred. “Perhaps we can even finish what we’ve started here.” He added before slipping out of the room.
Mobius pushed himself off the bed, grabbing his gun and cuffs as he went, and wrenched open the door. The hall beyond was dimly lit and completely empty. Mobius sighed to himself as he slowly made his way down the corridor to the stairs. The closer he got to the stairs the louder the music became. The club was crowded with people enjoying the nightlife. Black lights washed everyone in a purple glow and made it impossible to discern where the thief could have possibly gone.
Möbius raked his hands through his already messy locks and sighed in defeat. Just like that the thief has slipped from his grasp again.
“Mischievous little scamp.” Mobius murmured to himself, shaking his head. A lopsided grin spread over his lips and Möbius couldn’t help but feel a little impressed by the thief.