Hi everyone! I'm very excited to present my new story to you.

The idea came to me a while ago, when I was still wrapped up in a bunch of different projects.

Now that they are finished, I got my full attention turned towards Carlisle and Riley.

I hope you'll enjoy this story.

My thanks to KGQ for keeping me motivated and giving me her opinion on this fic.

Also a huge thank you to Harrytwifan for betaing this chapter for me.

This is a slash fic, if you don't like it, don't read it! M-rated for a reason people!

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, the characters belong to her. Just the story is mine.


"Will the defendant please rise?" Judge Harris called.

My client, Laurent DuPont, rose from his chair at the same time I did. This was it, this was the moment, the verdict. Within seconds I would know if I had done my job well. The prosecution made a strong case, but I hoped I made a better one.

I glanced to my right and saw the public prosecutor clench his hands. His eyes met mine for a second and I winked at him. The man quickly averted his eyes and I chuckled inside. Riley Biers was a very young prosecutor, but he was good. His record spoke for itself; he'd only lost a handful of cases. Almost all of them against me. In fact, he'd never won a case against me to this day.

This case was a hard one. My client had been caught with his pants down, literally. The hooker that had testified against him had been sucking his cock, while he was cutting coke.

The raiding police officers never saw his face, though. My client ran without turning around and they had only been able to catch him three blocks down. The hooker, well, she'd been too high to make a credible ID.

My defence was simple; it wasn't him. My client had just been taking a stroll when he was mistaken for the actual dealer. Now I just hoped the jury would buy it, as I sure as hell didn't. The corner of my mouth rose in a tiny smirk. Judge Harris caught my eye and slightly shook her head. She didn't really like me, but my charm still worked on her.

She turned her attention to the jury box. "Madam Foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?"

A short, fat woman stood up and dried her chubby little hands on her hideous skirt. I smiled at her widely when she threw a glance at me and I could see her swallow hard. Flirting with the jury was one of my strengths. If those 12 people liked me, they might be persuaded to like my client, if only a little.

"We have, Your Honor," she answered.

Judge Harris removed her glasses from her nose. "I'll now ask you to read your verdict."

The woman opened the piece of paper handed back to her by the clerk. "On the charges of unlawful possession with the intent to distribute drugs, we, the jury, find the defendant, Laurent Dupont, not guilty."

My client slapped my back, shook my hand and thanked me wholeheartedly. I felt exhilarated, I had won another one. Judge Harris thanked the jury and told Mr DuPont he was free to go.

In the corner of my eye I saw Biers hang his shoulders, once again defeated. After shaking my client's hand one more time, I made my way over to the prosecutor's table.

"Biers, don't worry, you'll get me one day," I said. The man looked up at me with an annoyed look on his face.

"Oh, shut up, Cullen! You're so full of yourself. You know that he did it. I don't get how you can derive so much pleasure from helping a perp walk free." He shook his head and motioned me away with his hand.

"The thrill of the game, Biers, it's the thrill of the game!" I called as I walked away.

...

At home I traded my suit for a full-fashioned Italian shirt and a pair of tight low-rise jeans. This was an evening to celebrate. An evening to indulge in everything LA had to offer me.

As I was fixing my dark blond hair, my phone rang. I put it on speaker and greeted my friend and associate, Jasper.

"Hey man, guess what?" I called.

"Your perp walked," Jazz said in a bored tone. It made me chuckle.

"You shithead," I said. "You're no fun at guessing games!"

Jasper's deep hearty laugh resonated through my bathroom. "Your perps always walk, Carlisle, that's the reason they all come to you," he replied.

"You mean to say they aren't drawn in by my charming personality and my gorgeous ass?" I joked.

I picked up my razor and started the precise task of perfecting my day-old stubble. I wanted to look ruggedly handsome, not untidy and cheap.

"Charming personality? I think not! As for your ass, you better drag it out to Eclipse tonight," he answered.

I put down the razor and gave myself a once over in the mirror. Perfect! Don't change a thing!

"I just finished getting ready. I'll pick you up in half an hour!" I said, and ended the call.

...

The Eclipse was a gay club for the rich and powerful. I'd known I was gay since I was a teenager. Of course, everyone in my world was at least bi-curious, it was the next hip thing. Actors, attorneys, businessmen, they all just wanted to fuck someone beautiful, gender wasn't specified. The ease with which some people faked their sexuality to seem interesting made my skin crawl. I wasn't looking for love though, and I'd fuck them all the same if they were attractive.

I picked up Jasper and we made our way to the club. There was a huge line, but I don't stand in line, not here, not anywhere. We walked up to the bouncer and I threw him a dazzling smile. He rolled his eyes and motioned us to go in."Thanks, Jimmy!" I said over my shoulder."You better be there if I ever need your help!" he called after me, and I raised my hand in acknowledgement. The club was packed. Hot wonderful bodies dancing and grinding up against one another. I made my way to the back for a drink, Jasper trailing close behind me. I asked the bartender for a couple of Jacks and turned around to lean my back against the bar.

"So," Jasper asked, "what do you plan to do on the Laney case?" I groaned and rolled my eyes. The bartender returned with our drinks and I quickly downed mine.

"Can I have another one?" I asked him before I turned back to Jasper. "Seriously? It's Friday night, we're in a club and the last thing I want to do is think about a case. The only thing I want to work on is getting off. And even for that I don't plan on going through too much hassle." Jasper was a great guy and a good lawyer, but he had trouble seeing the lines between work and private hours.

I let my eyes wander over the abundance of horny young men, until they rested on a dark-haired guy. He was standing across the dance floor, staring at me unscrupulously.

"Fine, fine!" Jasper replied, throwing up his hands in defeat. "I won't bring up work again. Let's just enjoy the evening." He picked up his glass and raised it at me before taking a swig of whiskey.

"By the way, I called Jake as well," he continued. "He said he would come and drag Emmett along."

A groan rose from my throat. "Tell me you're joking, Jazz!" I demanded. Jacob was a good friend of ours since college. His new boyfriend however, was a different story. Emmett, or Detective McCarty, hated my guts. This might have something to do with the fact that helping criminals go free was my job, while his was arresting them in the first place!

"No, I'm not. Actually, here they come," he replied.

I pulled Jake into a hug when they reached us and slapped his ass. He grinned evilly as he reached out and twisted my nipple in response, while Jasper simultaneously smacked the back of my head.

"Ow!" I cried out at the both of them. Jasper leaned in and rounded his mouth up to my ear.

"Carl, if you try to fuck this up for Jake, I will make you regret it!" he whispered admonishingly. I slid my hands into my back pockets and turned to acknowledge Emmett.

"McCarty," I said, and nodded my head at him.

"Cullen," he replied.

That was as civilized I was going to be to the man, so I turned back towards my friends.

"Boys, I'd love to hang around and chat, but my eye just caught something that's too good to let slip. Will you excuse me?" I said, and took off to find the dark-haired man I'd been eye-fucking minutes ago.

I found him on the dance floor, his arms wrapped around some twink. I started dancing close to where they were. Within two sways of my hips I felt two hands come up from behind me, roaming my chest. I turned around and saw a young blond boy; he couldn't have been old enough to be in this place. I wasn't going to take him home, but for now, he fit my purpose just fine.

I lay my arm over his shoulder and placed my other arm around his waist. The boy grabbed my ass with both his hands and started dancing; well, grinding up against me. I joined him in a sensual dance. When he lifted his head to try and kiss me, I stopped him. All this dancing was fine, but I wasn't about to get my ass hauled off to jail for being with a minor.

Though I'd probably be able to get myself off without a spot on my record.

I chuckled and the boy looked up at me in confusion. With a wink I spun us around. My plan would only work if I could make eye contact with my raven beauty. He was still dancing with his twink, but he was no longer lost in the moment. Instead, his eyes were fixed on our moving hips, right about where my ass had just been. I smirked as he raised his gaze to my face. He swallowed hard and even under the flashy dance floor lights, I could still make out a faint blush on his cheeks.

I pulled the blond closer against my body and nuzzled his ear. The raven's eyes widened, so I gave him my sexiest smile. With the arm I still had over the blonde's shoulder, I motioned the raven closer and he instantly let go of his twink. I turned my mouth to the blonde's ear and whispered, "Go play with the other kids."

The boy turned his head to face me, but I had already withdrawn my arms and my eyes were fixed on the hot guy behind him.

"Whatever," he said, as he let go of me and stalked off.

The Raven slowly moved towards me, his piercing stare locking my eyes to his. This was not the way it worked, not the way it should work. This was my game. I turned around and made my way towards the exit. Just before I reached the double doors leading outside, the guy grabbed my hand and pulled me back against his body.

"Where do you think you're off to?" he whispered in my ear. My cock twitched in my jeans at the sound of his deep heavy voice.

"I'm bored," I replied, as I pulled my hand from his grasp and pushed the doors open. Looking over my shoulder, I saw he hadn't moved an inch. He looked at me for a couple of seconds before he frowned and turned back to the dancing crowd.

"Are you coming?" I called after him. He jerked his head back to face me and a grin spread across my face. I winked at him and went through the doors.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and quickly texted Jasper that I was going home. When my thumb pressed 'send' I felt a hand on my ass. I smirked. It was really too easy.

...

We were halfway through my door when his mouth latched on to mine. His eager hands slipped under my shirt, following the hard lines of my abs. I grabbed his soft, silky black locks and pulled his head back. I slid my tongue over his jaw to his neck and sucked at his Adam's apple. I could feel the buzz of his groan resonate through his throat. With one hand, I popped the buttons of his jeans and slid my hand inside. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and I smiled against his hot delicate skin.

With my fingertips, I teased the head of his hard cock. I could feel the already formed pre-cum wet my fingers. I spread it across his swollen flesh, drawing another groan from him. My hand curled around his thick hard length, slowly stroking it. He pulled his hands from under my shirt and fisted the soft expensive fabric. Before I could stop him, he ripped it open with a single move. Buttons went flying everywhere.

"Fuck!" I cussed, "watch it, will you? That's fucking Prada!" My movements on his cock were unintentionally becoming rougher and faster. He stumbled out an incoherent apology as his body tensed.

"Oh,God. Fuck. Stop," he called out as hot squirts of cum shot over my hand.

Are you fucking kidding me? He stared at the ground, cheeks flushed, probably embarrassed. He'd better be embarrassed!

We were still standing in the hallway of my house. I walked into the kitchen to wash my hand and... Fuck! He got his cum all over my fucking jeans! I got a wet cloth and as I was cleaning my jeans, I heard the front door open. In two strides I was back in the hallway and saw he was halfway through the door.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I asked. He raised his head and looked at me, a shameful look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I-I thought -" he stumbled, but I caught him.

"Oh, but I'm not done with you. I'm nowhere near done with you. You have some things to make up to me," I said as I narrowed my eyes.

He stepped back inside and closed the door. He quickly made his way over to me and kissed me. I grabbed a handful of his dark hair and led his mouth down my chest, over my abs, to my groin. My dick had softened, but I still had a semi. He opened my fly and pulled my jeans over my ass.

First, he dragged his tongue over one of my balls and took it in his mouth. I moaned and threw my head back. The hot wetness felt like heaven. I wanted to feel it on my cock, to fuck that sweet little mouth of his. With one hand he grabbed my thigh, while the other gently stroked my dick. He let go of my ball to give the same treatment to the other.

When I thought I was going to lose my mind, he slowly licked up my shaft. He took my cock firmly behind my balls and squeezed. Slowly, he slid his lush lips over my entire length and withdrew, until just the head was in his mouth. It was torture, but torture of the very best kind. I couldn't help bucking my hips to meet him and he didn't stop me. Fuck that feels good. A moan escaped my throat.

I quickened the pace, with each thrust hitting the back of his throat. The guy took it all, moaning as I steadily fucked his mouth. His free hand roamed up my chest, flicking a nipple on its way to my mouth. He laid 2 fingers against my lips and I sucked them in, slicking them up with my saliva. He pulled back his hand and quickly slid the wet fingers between my ass cheeks. He teased my hole, rubbing his fingers over it before slowly pressing a finger inside me.

"Fuck!" I groaned, while grabbing his hair tighter and thrusting harder and faster. When he added his second finger I gasped loudly. I could feel I was close, so fucking close, but the hand around my cock was holding off my orgasm.

"Please!" I whined and looked down upon his gorgeous face. He was looking up at me, mischief in his eyes. "Please, let me come! I'm so fucking close!"

He slid his mouth all the way over my cock and removed his hand from the base. When I felt him swallow around the head, I let go. My orgasm shot through my body and I came hard into his mouth. He swallowed vigorously, taking my cum to the last drop.

I was still trying to calm my heartbeat and steady my breathing when he stood up. He bent his head and flicked his tongue over my nipple.

"So, did I make it up to you?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"It was a start."


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