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The bright lights reflect in every direction manifesting a wonderful game of colors, illuminating the otherwise dark environment. The rhythm of the music resounds fiercely in the club, almost totally covering people’s chatter.People’s skin slips when meeting itself, shining with a thin layer of sweat, caused by the evening of unbridled dancing on the big dance floor; or in Ian’s case above shady men all too excited.The dude he is entertaining at the moment seems unable to keep his wrinkled hands away from the rolling pelvis of the dancer, who has taken the liberty of turning his back on the client. The humiliation is already enough without having to look into the eyes of the slimy old man.“It’s the first time I see you here” his scratchy voice could have a teasing aspect to it, if it weren’t for the dampness on the redhead’s neck.“You probably haven’t searched enough” the answers come almost spontaneously, the pimpy tone is quite caricatured, yes, but in a small part of his brain it is as if Ian was unconsciously answering with the truth.Maybe he’s not rubbing on capri-cut pants that fail to bring back to the good old days, maybe he’s simply leaning on the powerful legs of a handsome young man. Long eyelashes, a nice smile, hair disheveled just enough, maybe a sexy beard?“I can assure you that I wouldn’t forget a face like that easily, definitely not with a tight ass like yours!”In fact, it is only for the best that customers assist him as much as possible in maintaining the professional personality.“You see, I have two candies in the inside pocket of my cardigan. What do you say if we go to my apartment and have some fun?”The current position is very useful to frowning at the embarrassing advances without immediate repercussions, but unfortunately for this part he has to turn to the other side.After getting up and sitting down quickly, locking his hands together behind the old man’s neck and bringing his face closer to the customer, Ian proposes his distinctive expression, proven to almost certain effectiveness.“Oh, my boss says we aren’t allowed to turn tricks with customers... if it weren’t for that I would accept, really” the candid and trembling voice has its effect but what always manages to close the deal is the little pout, very few are able to resist it.With these last words it seems that the elderly’s eyes suddenly light up from old age. The hands move unnoticed by the narrow waist of the boy, to dangerously approach the intimate area, packed with self-awareness in the shining uniform.“You don’t have to tell anything to your boss” his threatening smile widens more and more as he retracts his hands, with the sole intention of rummaging in his pocket in search of pills, of course.At the exact moment in which he finds them the glassy gaze darkens, and with trained manual skills carefully places one on the dancer’s palate. Ian maintains eye contact by calmly taking it from the stranger, presses his fleshy lips tightly against each other, his heart does not miss a beat while the lights are blurred for just a few seconds.All of a sudden the music is stopped and the agitation of the people is noticeable both with the complete change of atmosphere and with the upheaval of the entire club. Everyone who was having fun around the leather armchairs gets up to let five men, armed and in uniform, make their entrance.The first to speak is a man in his twenties of medium height, with pitch-black hair and clear eyes but a serious air around them. As he approaches Ian and the old man he says in a loud and clear tone: “This is the global investigative unit, you have just been arrested for criminalized human trafficking for the purpose of sexual exploitation, and possession and distribution of drugs”Immediately he tries to get away from the officers, which is quite easy for him since Ian has already jumped from above his legs to make room for the arrest.With wide eyes and eyebrows at the level of the hairline, he moves erratically between the agents, trying in vain not to be grabbed by anyone.“I didn’t do anything wrong! We just wanted to have a good time, didn’t we Curtis?” With a desperate tone he tries to justify his actions in front of the crowd that has now formed around them.When he seeks the dancer’s approval, he has the bewilderment to discover that “Curtis” has stood aside and is rummaging, crouching, in one of the officers’ duffel bags, with quiet indifference.In the meantime, two other men in police outfits, different from the first one who only has a blue protective vest, are enclosing the criminal.The taller one immobilizes him keeping his arms firmly behind his back while the other handcuffs him saying impassively:“You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in court. You have the right to a lawyer. If you can’t afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I just read to you?”After losing the ability to use the upper limbs, it seems that the old man’s combativeness has also vanished, he seems even resigned to the idea of spending the night in a very different way from how he had originally planned it.“What’s the use of lying! Okay, fine, I brought some gifts from home! But since when can’t you even take advantage of a service offered by a tempting and modest young man? WHILE PAYING, I want to emphasize!”His hysterical snats don’t seem to upset the men in uniform in the least, who continue busy writing on paper blocks or talking through their transceivers.
“I don’t know about you grandpa, but I usually prefer to avoid sedatives on first dates. Maybe next time you can opt for a dinner at Lou’s, you know, with someone who couldn’t be your fucking great-grandson?”The first agent, the one with dark hair, stopped taking notes on the case to address the old man, with wide eyes and a wrinkled mouth in a horrified expression.The agent is interrupted before he can further insult the criminal by his colleague, who with a pat on the back draws the attention of the group to himself to announce:“Perfect, the procedure is over guys, good job. Tony, your guys will take care of him to the station, right?”The policeman in question turns to him and with a good-natured but rather silly smile calmly answers “Affirmative answer Martinez, you and Mickey go to rest, I’m sure you really need it”“Speak for yourself Markovich, we can work without stuffing our faces with stuffed donuts every quarter of an hour” the officer Mickey replies quickly, regardless of his own obscene tone.The conversation between agents is immediately stopped by Ian, who approached the group silently, without even deigning to look at the criminal escorted by force right in front of him.It almost seems that he has never seen him in his life. The attention of the agents is kidnapped by the young boy, whose figure seems to reflect with its own light for how pale it is. With large green irises he seeks the recognition of the two superiors, before saying:“I bagged you the pill, I think it’s Rohypnol” on his freckled face there seems to be no emotion, while he hands the transparent envelope to agent Martinez, who professionally puts it in the paraphernalic kit.Agent Mickey begins to consider the option that the boy is simply some kind of robot, specialised in the seduction of slurty pedophiles.Although he is also amazed by his coldness, Martinez says “Thank you very much Ian, we will promptly bring this back to the laboratory. Ah and excellent work today, I’ll make sure to point it out to your boss!”A hint of smile is torn from the icy face, accompanied by a sparkle of his eyes, which become small against the tender cheeks. That gives the impression of being more adequate to the little seriousness that gives off his appearance. He is still “dressed” as an exotic dancer, which makes him seem rather out of place among officers. However, it seems that the redhead is completely at ease, despite the light skin being covered by a miserable pair of booty shorts, decidedly two sizes too small.Mickey, on the other hand, is quite annoyed, not because his gaze continues to fall unintentionally on Ian’s flourishing torso, muscular but at the same time slender. The reason is that he is surely pretending not to shudder, how does he feel good, practically half naked?Mickey is a gentleman after all, even though many ignore the fact. For this reason, he takes off his heavy and padded jacket and gently places it on the other’s bare shoulders. “Here man”The other’s face is finally painted with some emotion, so he observes the agent after a moment of surprise by the kind gesture, and responds radiantly.“Thank you, agent...?” He asks with a smile looking for the answer in the blue eyes of the colleague and tilting the red head to one side. He uses his distinctive expression, why not take advantage of it as you please?Mickey doesn’t back down and takes a good look at the other officer with interest and curiosity. “Detective Mickey Milkovich, MDT district, and you…?” “Wow, a detective huh?” The smile turns into a real grin of approval, accompanied by a clear change in voice, now flirtatious.It seems that Mickey’s high degree is making him even more expansive. “Pleased to meet you, general agent Ian Gallagher, although from my disguise at the moment you could get a different idea”The seductive gaze pointed at his colleague, who reciprocates it with the same audacity, does not escape at all the embarrassed investigator Martinez, who unfortunately finds himself at the center of quite a bit of repressed tension.“Well, I’d that Mickey and I are ready to go back to GIU now that the mission is completed, isn’t that right Mickey?”The officer strictly squams him, trying to divert him from the distraction made to person, and maybe make him blink a few times, if possible.Mickey is not at all excited about the idea of ending the evening, but to his happiness Ian still doesn’t seem fully satisfied with his performance.“It’s time for me to go too, gentlemen. It was a pleasure to collaborate with you,” he says smugly looking at the detectives, and then gives a wink only to Mickey, whom he then returns the lent jacket.Before the other two can open their mouths, he turns scenically and starts walking on the opposite side, towards the dressing rooms of the nightclub.He doesn’t hold back from swaying his hips shamelessly, showing off the long and elegant back, the full and provocative bottom. From broad shoulders to trained legs, a slender physique and a neat haircut that makes you want to mess it up and pull on it: Ian Gallagher is irresistible.So Mickey, after taking a look or two - he’s not an idiot jesus christ!- slowly turns to his colleague with an unimpressed expression and a raised eyebrow.“And that’s your introduction to Ian Gallagher” Detective Martinez is already on the verge of bursting out laughing when he recognizes Mickey’s mixed emotions, who is not sure whether or not he can think of the general agent in that way.“He arrived here in GIU just three months ago, let’s say he is still in that phase where he would also accept the mission ‘infiltration inside of a garbage truck’ if it were assigned to him”Mickey watches him for a few seconds, trying to fully understand his friend’s words about the brand new agent, as well as sexy bombshell in all respects, Ian Gallagher.“Is he aware that he just put some fucking dude behind bars?” He finally decides to ask the other.Martinez thinks about it for a little, coming to the conclusion of the answer: “I wouldn’t 100% count on it”