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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Predator Chapter 7
He stared at the blue and white tiles, not really seeing them, his mind preoccupied. He sat with his knees pulled up towards his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around his legs. Dutch didn�t notice that the once warm bath water was rapidly cooling, or that the pads of his fingers were beginning to wrinkle, and gooseflesh was beginning to pepper the skin of his arms, because he�d tarried too long. At that moment all he was concerned about were his problems at work. Well actually his problems with one person at work. Nick Johannson. He chided himself for being so wrong about the man. He�d stupidly thought that Nick liked him, wanted to be his friend� "Yeah right," a voice sneered unkindly in the back of his head. He really should�ve known better. If life hadght ght Dutch one lesson above all others it was that most people only wanted to get close to him for what they could get � help with their homework, answers to the latest exam, half of everything he�d worked for in the divorce� the list was endless. Yet like an idiot he never seemed to learn this lesson, and the next user suckered him in everytime they crossed his path.
After Nick had propositioned him Dutch had spent a mostly sleepless night trying to figure out how to react to the other man the next day. Whether he should try and avoid him, or act cool and pretend that nothing had happened. It was as he�d turned that evenings events over in his mind that he�d gradually seen just how Nick had manipulated him at every turn. He�d realised that he�d been set up, and that trying to get him into bed had probably been Nick�s intention right from the beginning. All those times he�d asked for Dutch�s advise, all the times he�d gone out of his way to include him in the conversation, all those friendly smiles and pats on the back. Christ, he could just imagine how Nick must have been laughing at him behind his back � the needy geek so desperate to be liked and accepted that he couldn�t see he was being set up. Some detective he was.
It was his anger and embarrassment as he saw Nick�s treatment of him for what it was that had shaped Dutch�s reactions to the other man the next day. He�d decided to keep away from him. In one sense he wanted to confront Nick with what he�d figured out, but that wasn�t exactly an argument he wanted to have while standing up in the middle of the squad room, and the thought of confronting him on his own really didn�t appeal either. Besides Dutch tried to avoid argument and confrontation if he possibly could, a childhood spent listening to his parents screaming at each other, and worse, had seen to that.
However, it seemed that Nick just wouldn�t take "no" for an answer. Dutch had told him time and again, after the older man had approached him several times wanting to talk, that he had nothing to say to him, and that he thought it would be best if they kept their distance from each other. He had begun to tense up whenever Nick came anywhere near him, and a sixth sense made the hairs in the back of his neck stand on end everytime he could feel Nick�s eyes on him, watching him. As if that hadn�t been bad enough then the presents had started. Dutch wasn�t sure what Nick hoped to achieve with them. Were they an apology, was he hoping to bribe or buy his way into Dutch�s bed? Whatever it was Dutch found it creepy, and the memory of all the items of his that hadteriteriously gone missing, and which he now had some disturbing suspicions about, only increased that feeling. The gold pen he�d given to the Salvation Army charity shop, the courtside Lakers tickets he�d given to Curtis Lemansky, along with some mumbled excuse about a heavy case load meaning he couldn�t use them, the expensive bottles of wine, that had been delivered to his house, he�d poured down the sink, and the luxury food hamper had nearly gone into the bin before a sense of guilt at the waste had meant it had gone to the same place as the gold pen.
Dutch just wasn�t sure what to do. He had briefly wondered about going to speak to Captain Aceveda, but had quickly dismissed it. God, what a humiliating conversation that would be, how pathetic he�d sound. He was a grown man and should be able to take care of such problems himself. Although if he was honest with himself it wasn�t a scenario he�d ever considered might arise. Anyway if he went to the Captain it would be his word against Nick�s, and if the Captain wanted to make it official it would be all over the precinct in hours. He didn�t even want to consider what Mackey and the Strike Team would make of that juicy piece of gossip, let alone the rest of the guys, God, his life wouldn�t be worth living. He�d thought about telling Claudette, asking her advice, but again embarrassment had prevented him. He didn�t doubt that she�d be sympathetic, and he knew she�d never liked Nick, obviously being a better judge of character than he was, Dutch thought, but he valued her good opinion of him above anyone else�s and didn�t want to appear weak to her.
Maybe, Dutch thought unhappily, a confrontation with Nick was inevitable. Surely if he told the other man directly, and succinctly, that he wasn�t interested, and never would be, he�d get the message and back off. All he needed was an opportunity to talk to him alone for a few minutes. He didn�t relish having that conversation in The Barn, but neither did he want to go back to Nick�s apartment by himself, and if he asked the other man to a bar or something to talk it might be misconstrued as a come on.
The whole thing was a mess, one that Dutch was finding confusing and overwhelming in equal measure. He shivered, and snapped back to himself, when he suddenly realised just how cold the water he was sitting in had grown. He wondered how long he�d been sat there, staring into space, feeling sorry for himself. One thing was for certain, he was glad to get out of the bath and rub some heat back into his chilled flesh with a towel.
After pulling on a pair of boxer shorts Dutch yawned as he quickly climbed into bed, and pulled the comforter up to his ears, snuggling his head down into the pillow. He pushed all thoughts of Nick Johannson from his mind, and slipped off into a deep sleep after promising himself that he�d talk to Nick, and straighten things out at the first opportunity to do so alone, and on neutral territory.
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The hot water pounded into the back of Nick�s neck, sliding down over his shoulders in near scalding rivulets, before running down his back, buttocks, thighs, calves and away down the drain. He hung his head forward, his chin nearly touching his chest, eyes closenjoynjoying the sensation. The heat loosened tired, aching muscles. The force of the water, as high as it would go, like a multitude of massaging fingers reddening his skin, making him tingle. He moved forward slightly, rolling first one shoulder, and then the other, under the pounding torrent.
Finally, reaching for the shower gel Nick began to wash away the frustrations of another day. He kept his eyes closed as his hands spread citrus scented foam over his body, and considered his next move. What he�d hoped would be a seduction, helped along by several generous measures of Whiskey, had completely failed. All that had achieved was to scare Dutch away, and put him on his guard. At the time he�d still hoped that the situation would be salvageable, but that hadn�t proven to be the case. Now Dutch wouldn�t speak to him, shrugging off his touch, and was cold towards him. Nick felt the annoyance, that Dutch�s treatment of him elicited within him begin to build, and had to concentrate really hard to suppress it. Christ, he should be grateful that Nick d hid him attractive, that he was being patient with him, but instead Dutch was giving him the cold shoulder, he hadn�t even thanked Nick for his gifts.
Of course Dutch�s cavalier attitude towards the presents Nick had bought for him was another source of annoyance for Nick. He�d wanted to march into the squad room and drag Dutch up out of his chair and just hurt him when he�d overheard Lemansky bragging about the great tickets Dutch had given to him. He�d bought those tickets, which had cost him a month�s wages, for them. He�d thought that Dutch might soften his attitude, stop playing hard to get, and they could have a great evening together at the game before going back to Nick�s place, and Dutch finally giving in to what Nick knew he really wanted. Instead Dutch had just given the tickets away as if they�d meant nothing to him.
It wasn�t that Nick couldn�t appreciate the chase. If something was worth having it was worth having to work for, and Nick was sure that once he got him into his bed that Dutch would make all the effort he�d had to go to worthwhile, but it was still frustrating.
Then, of course, there was the added complication of Wyms and Mackey. Admittedly Mackey had backed off a bit since things between himself and Dutch had become strained, buill ill the guy�s self-satisfied smirk made Nick�s blood boil. Shit, what Nick wouldn�t give for five minutes in a dark alley with the cocky little prick to teach him that nobody fucks with an ex-marine, not unless you want to get the shit kicked out of you that is. Nick filed that thought away into the back of his mind sure the time would come one day when he�d have the opportunity to take Mackey down a peg or two, show him he wasn�t the alpha wolf of The Barn anymore.
The problem of Wyms though wasn�t so easily solved with his fists. The bitch had always hated him, and Nick scowled at the thought of the time he�d wasted trying to get on her good side only to have all his overtures of friendship chucked back into his face. She�d seen his attraction for Dutch and had done everything she could to come between them. There�d even been a couple of times when he�d thought she was going to confront him over it, but instead she�d contented herself with cold looks and interference. Nick wasn�t sure what her motives wfor for trying to come between him and Dutch, but suspected jealousy. She didn�t have anyone and wanted her partner to be on his own as well. Of course�d e�d have to go. Once Dutch was his Nick knew it wouldn�t take much to talk him around into asking Aceveda for a new partner, and, Nick thought with a grin, he had just the perfect candidate in mind as her replacement.
As he let the hot water rinse the soap from his skin Nick pondered what his next move should be. He had enjoyed the chase, but now he was beginning to get bored with it. Christ, he was only flesh and blood and he needed a good fuck, and he needed one soon. He�d tried subtle with no success maybe it was time for a more straightforward approach.
As he stepped out from the shower and dried himself Nick smiled at the thought that maybe Dutch was playing games with him after all. Perhaps the younger man was purposefully trying to push Nick into being more aggressive in his approach. Perhaps he wanted Nick to take charge, dominate him, make him submit. Nick found his cock beginning to harden at the rush of images that thought brought to his mind. Taking the damp towel into the bedroom with him to clean up the mess, Nick let his mind explore the possibilities as he stroked himself to completion under his blankets.
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