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Chapter List
- 1-Animal I Have Become
- 2-Never Too Late
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Effluvium
Author: BlueHarlequin
Chapter 1 – Animal I Have Become
Disclaimer: Nothing of Psych belongs to me; this is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: graphic sex between men, dub-con bordering on non-con, may contain triggers, pwp and a bit of angst
A/N: SEVERELY unbeta'd. Please be kind. Updates are always posted in my profile. Feel free to PM me with comments or leave a review, I love hearing from ya'll!
Carlton Lassiter x Shawn Spencer
Summary: Lassie gets dosed with an experimental street drug during a takedown, Shawn experiences the consequences.

Lassiter took off after the suspect as he bolted away from the shipping container full of drugs. He could hear Spencer running behind him and cursed as the psychic seemed to be catching up. The detective came around the side of the warehouse only to find O’Hara and McNab had cornered the drug dealer. The man heard Lassiter approaching behind him and as one last hurrah he threw the bag he was holding straight into his face. “Enjoy the ride!” He shouted. Not expecting the move, the head detective wasn’t able to dodge and the package broke open dusting him in the powdery substance.
“Oh no!” he heard the exclamation behind him. Shawn had to think fast, he knew whatever was in that bag wasn’t good. As Juliet and Buzz wrestled the suspect to the ground, he spied a hose nearby and over ran to it. Turning it on, water gushed out and he thanked the powers that be.
Shawn quickly doused the detective, ignoring his shocked outburst of, “What the hell Spencer!”
“Lassie, I know it is evidence but I have a feeling that whatever it is, you have to get it off.” Shawn hoped that the man hadn’t inhaled any of it.
O’Hara looked up as she handcuffed the perp. “He’s right sir. We don’t even know how much of a dose some of the other victims ingested before they died. McNab call an ambulance.”
Lassiter went to argue but a sudden wave of dizziness had him swaying on his feet. He growled when Spencer grabbed his arm and looped it over his shoulder. The fake psychic whispered in his ear, “What’s more embarrassing? Falling on the ground or being helped by a friend?”
He didn’t know what shocked him more, that Spencer considered him to be a friend or if the psychic thought that he thought they were friends. He nodded, unable to speak for a second as he turned that novel thought over in his head. It must be the drugs already working into his system if he was entertaining odd thoughts of Spencer liking him.
The ride to the hospital was short and Spencer babbled the entire way. Lassiter almost didn’t mind considering that he couldn’t really follow the young man’s train of thought in normal conversation half the time. In the exam room, the nurse had him remove his wet clothes and change into a gown. She drew his blood and handed them to the lab technician. Lassiter reminded the younger detective as she left for the station. “O’Hara, make sure a copy of the test results and a sample of my blood go into evidence. In addition to everything else we’ve got him on, I want that guy to be charged with assaulting a police officer.”
He needed his clothes. There was no way he was going to stay here any longer. Lassiter jumped up from the exam bed and immediately regretted it. The room tilted dangerously and he threw an arm back clutching the side to steady himself. The doctor admonished at him, “Detective, you need to stay here for observation! We have no idea what effects this substance has. You could go into cardiac arrest at any moment or suffer an accident if you happen to fall.” Helping him back onto the edge of the bed he clicked on a penlight and shined it in the detective’s eyes. “Your pupils are dilated and your equilibrium is obviously compromised. Are you feeling any nausea?”
“No, in fact I feel really good.” Carlton knew that symptom was part of the euphoria brought on by the illegal substance, but he wasn’t going to tell the doctor that. “A little disoriented, but I feel good enough to leave.” The head detective fixed the doctor with a pointed stare.
The doctor turned to him, “We really can’t make you stay. I can release you, but you need to be under observation. You should absolutely never be alone for the next 24 hours just in case any side effects show up unexpectedly.”
“I’ll take him to my place.” Lassiter turned in surprise as Shawn volunteered. His perception must really be messed up for that to be happening. And even more disturbing, he nodded in agreement. Spencer smiled brilliantly at him and Lassiter felt a hot rush of pleasure race through him. Disturbed and confused he moved toward the chair where his damp clothes were draped. He sat down as his balance threatened to topple him over. Tugging on his pants and dress shirt he looked up to find the younger man had filled out all his discharge papers. The doctor held them out for him to sign, “Detective if you experience any change in your condition, like nausea or pain come back immediately.” She cast a sidelong glance at the psychic and he nodded in acquiesce. Lassiter grunted in acknowledgement then allowed Spencer to help him out of the exam room to the parking lot where Gus was waiting.
The ride there was much like the one to the hospital. The only difference was that the psychic’s partner felt the need to comment on his inane ramblings. Shawn helped the detective out of the car. Gus called out asking if he needed any help but Shawn just waved him off telling him to go home for the night. Lassiter had progressed from weaving drunkenly to a slight stagger; he was also becoming a bit belligerent and paranoid. It was still an improvement over the disorientation he displayed earlier. Pitching him against the side of the door sill, the younger man held him steady with one hand he used his other to fumble with his keys. The psychic hadn’t remembered to turn on the light outside the door so it took him a few tries before he was able to get it open. Flicking on the light switch as he entered and kicking the door closed with his foot, Spencer looked around for the best place to deposit the drugged man. Lassie really was trying his hardest to make it on his own and he even snapped at the young man. “I can make it to the couch by myself!” Shawn let go of him in favour of locking the door and going into the kitchen for some water. Nevertheless, he watched out of the corner of his eye until the man made it to said piece of furniture. Pulling a couple of glasses out of the cabinet he placed them on the counter before him and took a moment to assess the situation.
Shawn stiffened as a pair of hands descended on his shoulders. Lassiter spun the young man around and pinned him to the counter. Spencer drew in a breath sharply as he looked at the detective. His eyes were dark and feral looking, and the younger man squirmed as his hands tightened, drawing them flush against each other. Lassiter growled low in his ear, “Mine.” The possessive tone made a hot rush of desire travel through his body. His lips were assaulted as the detective crushed them together. He moaned and the man took the advantage to slip his tongue into his mouth. Shawn had never felt quite as turned on in his life as his mouth was thoroughly plundered. Where the hell had Lassie learned to kiss like this? Gasping for breath he pulled away and examined the older man’s countenance. His face fell as he realized Carlton was still drugged to the gills. “Lassie,” he placed his hands on the detective’s chest holding him back, “as much as I want to take advantage of this opportunity, I’m afraid you’ll regret it tomorrow when you come to your senses.”
Shawn wasn’t prepared for the menacing snarl that accompanied his denial. And he certainly wasn’t ready for the click of handcuffs around his wrists. Lassiter tugged him into the other room heading towards the bedroom. Shawn tripped, causing them to fall to the floor in front of the couch. “Wait! Lassie! Wait!” Shawn’s cries were silenced as the detective dove in for another round of breath stealing kisses. With a primal growl the older man gripped the collar of the psychic’s t-shirt and pulled, ripping it open violently. He palmed the young man’s chest, his hands travelling down to grasp at the waistband of his shorts. In one motion he yanked them off along with the man’s boxers. Shawn struggled to sit up but he fell back to the floor as Lassiter shoved him down once again. The man’s mouth engulfed him and he let out a strangled gasp as he was deep throated with enthusiasm.
Spencer wasn’t past giving up the fight at this point, but his desires and his body were betraying him. It felt so good to be touched by the man he’d wanted for so long. He was jerked out of his traitorous thoughts by a pause in the older man’s rhythm. Lassiter had reached over him to the coffee table and grabbed a bottle of lotion lying atop of it. He heard, rather than saw the man squirt some onto his fingers. His body jumped as the cool substance was rubbed around his entrance. The detective sucked on him hard as his finger breached Shawn’s tight hole. The psychic moaned lowly as he felt it moving inside him. Carlton slurped loudly as he moved his mouth over the consultant’s hard length. Running his tongue under the head of his cock, he caressed the velvety skin with his lips. The young man below him cried out as he felt another finger join the first, the myriad sensations drawing him ever closer to his release. Both fingers moved unerringly back and forth inside of him, occasionally scissoring open to stretch him even further. The detective continued his measured pace over him and inside him for several minutes, keeping the young man teetering just on the edge. Suddenly the older man crooked his fingers, pressing into Shawn’s prostate with enough force that he screamed out as his orgasm hit him.
Lassiter bruisingly held the consultant down with his free hand as he jerked though his violent release. The older man sucked up every drop Shawn had to give him. A lascivious gaze raked over his body and the psychic looked on in amazement as the elder man unzipped his pants and pulled out his sizeable erection. Opening his mouth, he let the young man’s cum drip into the palm of his hand. Shawn let out a dirty moan as he watched Carlton lubricate himself with his seed. The older man crawled back up his body and kissed him hard. Shawn could taste the salty sweetness of himself as his mouth was once again ravaged completely. Lassiter pulled back and stared into the younger man’s eyes. “Mine. I’ve wanted you for so long and now you’re all mine.” Spencer lost the battle at those words. Carlton was high and not in control himself, but it only served to loosen his inhibitions and made him unwittingly confess to things he had long kept hidden. The younger man relaxed, secure in the knowledge this was something they both really wanted, even if he would have to remind Lassie about it in the morning when his mind was clearer.
The older man must have sensed his surrender because he grabbed Shawn’s hips tightly and smoothly slid inside of him. The younger man was not expecting the overwhelming feeling of pleasure as Carlton pressed inside of him in one stroke. The detective bit down around his nipple, surrounding it in a love bite. His mouth moved over to the other one, licking and nipping it just as hard. He groaned at the feeling of the tight, wet heat sucking him in. Lassiter started moving inside of him with long hard strokes and Shawn gasped in surprise as the older man grabbed his cuffed wrists and pinned them above his head. The younger man wrapped his legs around him, moving his body closer, seeking relief for his untouched cock. Carlton fucked into him with abandon, alternately biting and kissing every part of the young man’s exposed skin. He removed his hand from Shawn’s restrains and used them to clutch his hips, tilting them up for better leverage. The psychic cried out wordlessly as the change in angle caused Lassiter to hit his prostate, sending electric shocks through every nerve ending in his body. Panting heavily, he swung his arms around the older man’s neck, desperately clinging to him. Spencer was being fucked to within an inch of consciousness, and he didn’t know how much more he could take. Tension coiled low in his abdomen and he could feel himself trembling, ready to go over the edge at any moment. “God, Lassie, please!”
Carlton moved one of his hands to grasp Shawn’s weeping erection. He fisted his cock in counterpoint to his thrusts, revelling in the broken moans pouring from the younger man’s lips. Shawn’s body became almost impossibly tight as he neared his release. The older man commanded harshly, “I want you to come. Now.” With a strangled shriek, Spencer came; his semen shooting out onto his stomach and over the detective’s hand. His hips bucked violently, riding Lassiter through his orgasm. The detective's breath hitched as Shawn’s teeth clamped down on his shoulder and he finally surrendered to the vise-like grip squeezing him compulsively. Roaring out his pleasure, Carlton spilled his seed inside of the young man, drawing a slight whimper as hot cum poured into him.
Lassiter pulled out of the young man below him and collapsed by his side. Shawn had passed out and the detective idly realised that he would get cold lying on the floor. With the little energy he had left, he pulled a blanket that was resting over the arm of the couch over them. Before succumbing to the pull of sleep he was struck with the nagging thought that there was something important he was forgetting. However, the idea was too nebulous and he lost it as exhaustion took over and shut his eyes.
OoO-CL-OoO-SS-OoO-CL-OoO-SS-OoO
Morning dawned glaringly bright as the sun cut through a gap in the blinds and woke the older man. Carlton groaned as he felt the hard surface of the floor beneath him. What the hell had happened that he was sleeping on the floor? He rolled over, his out flung arm encountering something soft and warm. Lassiter jerked back as he realised he was lying next to a person. The detective sat up in horror as the memories of the night before came flooding back to him. He had slept with Shawn Spencer. No ... he had raped Shawn Spencer. Pulling off the blanket over them, he surveyed the numerous bites and bruises littering the psychic’s body. He noted with shock and disgust that his handcuffs were still tightly locked around the young man’s wrists. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out he key and moved to take the restraints off. Shawn began to stir and he moaned softly when Carlton’s hands touched him. No longer able to bear the shame and repulsion of what he had done, the detective dropped the key on the floor and fled the house.

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