Title: I Love A Man In Uniform

Author/pseudonym: Silk

Fandom: A Man In Uniform (movie)

Pairing: Henry Adler/Edward Nichols

Rating: NC-17

Email address: silkn1@att.net

Disclaimer: All characters belong to David Wellington. This work is not for profit.

Status: New/Complete

Date: 2/03/02

Series/Sequel: Maybe

Other Web Site: http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/tinsel/

Archive: If I sent it to you, please feel free. All others, please ask.

Summary: What happens when the line between reality and fantasy blurs.

Warnings: m/m, non-consensual sex, spoilers for the movie. This is not my usual type of story. There is nothing romantic here. This is as dark and as intense as the movie.

Notes: For those who haven't seen the movie, the cop is Henry Adler. He's not a real cop, but an actor who just caught his first big break on a cop drama. By this point, he's begun to believe that he *is* a cop, taking to patrolling surrounding neighborhoods at night. Edward Nichols is a rich kid that Henry finds breaking into an apartment. This is what *could* have happened...if they both swung that way.

For Tinn, who encourages me to take chances.


I Love A Man In Uniform
by Silk

"Freeze."

The young man, with his slight build and his long wavy hair clasped in a ponytail, froze. On the brink of breaking and entering the apartment at the end of the hallway, Edward Nichols was saved from what was sure to be a life of petty crime.

He turned to explain, but the tall muscular cop in the dark blue uniform commanded tersely, "Assume the position."

Before he could move, a hand was firmly planted in the small of his back, forcing him up against the freshly-painted white door. That same hand slowly spread his legs apart, one by one, even as a black-booted foot kicked at his heels.

Suddenly a low menacing voice filled his head. "What did you think you were doing?"

"I-I n-needed the m-money."

"I know your type. Pretty boy all dressed up with no place to go. Getting back at your rich father by playing cops and robbers."

"I-I sw-swear, I won't do it again." Edward bit his lip until it bled, real tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

"I know you won't. I should haul your ass right to jail, boy. You know that?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's right, pretty boy. You know power when you see it, don't you?"

"Uh huh," Edward forced out between numb lips. He squeezed his dark eyes shut and prayed that the cop would let him go.

"Maybe I should just teach you a lesson..." the older man mused as if to himself.

"I'll do anything. My father has money. He'll pay you--"

"You trying to bribe an officer of the law, pretty boy?"

Edward shut his mouth tight and suffered the cop's intense scrutiny once more. "Maybe there's something else you've got that I want."

The cop slid his hands familiarly over the young man's body, lingering on his taut jean-clad buttocks. Despite his fear, Edward felt himself grow hard. He pressed himself closer to the door, willing his erection to go down, but it refused to obey him.

Something hard probed between his legs, something he assumed to be the cop's nightstick. It should have scared him to death, the idea of being raped by a cop in the middle of his own apartment building. Instead he grew aroused, his actions made bold by excitement.

"Maybe there *is* something I could do for you, Officer," Edward heard himself say. God, was that really his voice?

"Oh?"

Without giving himself time to think about it, Edward dropped to his knees and unzipped the cop's dark blue pants. With a groan, Edward took him inexpertly into his mouth, determined to give the cop the blowjob of his life. To his surprise, the older man's cock remained flaccid.

"I don't think so, punk," the cop said softly.

He lifted the young man to his feet again and turned him to face the door once more. He wrapped his arms around the perp's waist, seemingly to embrace him, only to surprise him by pushing his jeans down around his hips.

He had no lube. But he figured that a petty thief didn't really deserve to enjoy his treatment at the hands of the law.

He pushed his limp cock into the crack that separated Edward's buttocks. Within moments, he was hard enough to penetrate. The cop spat into his hand and rubbed the head of his dick, not bothering to prepare the young man's ass. He shoved himself past the initial ring that guarded Edward's virgin passage, the force of his entry enough to bring him to an explosive climax.

Edward grunted beneath him, but whether it was from pain or from pleasure at being so rudely treated was unknown. The cop wiped the head of his still-leaking cock on the young man's jeans before zipping up his pants.

"Pull up your pants, pretty boy. I'm done with you."

Edward tugged on the waistband of his jeans until he was covered again.

Resuming what passed for a normal tone, the cop told Edward that he was free to go. "But don't you ever let me catch you trying anything like this again. Do you understand?"

Edward nodded.

"Next time, I won't be so kind. Your ass will go straight to jail."

Edward quickly nodded again, lest his silence be mistaken for not understanding.

"You need to respect the law, son," the cop said seriously.

"Yes, sir," Edward whispered.

After the cop left, Edward made his way to his own apartment. He ran to his bedroom and locked the door. He shucked his jeans and kicked them across the carpeted floor. When he stood next to the bed, naked from the waist down, he jerked himself off to the most resounding orgasm he'd ever had. Still gasping for breath, he looked down at his hand, spattered with come, and he shivered.

Maybe someday he would meet that cop again.

There was nothing like a man in uniform.

End