Page 84 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Damian grabbed Jun’s hand and dragged him into the one empty bedroom, shut the door, and pushed Jun up against the wall. Jun grabbed him back, gripping him by his belt and pulling him in. “Gods, I missed you.”
Jun kissed him back, hungrily. “Missed you.”
“I’m starting to think I’m never going to get to hunt you again.”
“Kinda hard to hunt each other when someone else might be hunting us.” Jun nipped at Damian’s lip. “Want you.”
“Want you.”
They paused, foreheads pressed together.
“Please tell me you don’t want a whole bunch of kids,” Damian whispered.
Jun busted out a laugh. “Fuck no. We can talk about one or two in the future. Not right now. I might have sisters, and you have everyone here. No, just no.”
“I feel like the overflow pond on a dam, catching what other people have too much of.” Damian ran his hand down Jun’s hips, just feeling his man, touching him, learning his smell all over again.
“Kinda selfish of them,” Jun agreed. His lips trailed over Damian’s neck. “I just couldn’t do that to any new kids, bring them into our lives when we don’t have space for them. Kids should be wanted.”
There was a beat of silence between them, their breaths mingling together, hands on each other’s skin.
Damian moved his lips against Jun’s cheek. “But would you want kids, if we didn’t?”
“Maybe. That’s not our reality.”
Damian groaned in the back of this throat. He would love to see little Juns running around. They’d probably give him hell. And he’d love them anyway
“Want to chase you,” Damian whispered.
“Soon.” Jun kissed him hard on the lips.
There was a crash and a cry from the other side of the door.
Jun drew away, regret in his eyes alongside desire. “Time’s up.” He squeezed Damian’s hand. “Promise me when this is over we’ll go back to the Estate, have a proper run.”
“Promise.” Damian reached out for one more kiss. His phone rang. Jun drew back. Damian checked the phone screen. “It’s the detective.”
“Take it.” Jun stepped back. “Tell me what they say.”
Damian nodded, accepting the call. He put the phone to his ear. Jun left the room.
“We got him,” the detective said without preamble. “Thaddeus Kramer was arrested this morning.”
Damian slumped against the wall. Relief washed through him starting at the top of his head and running down through to his feet. He forced his voice to be steady. “You…have him?”
“We were actually wondering if you’d had anything to do with it.”
“Excuse me?”
“He showed up at the station early this morning. Would you know anything about that?”
Damian stood upright, frowning. “He turned himself in?” That didn’t sound like Thaddeus. The man was too mean to make anything easy on anyone.
“Do you have an alibi for last night and this morning?”
“Do I need a lawyer, or can you just tell me what you’re not saying? I’ve been at the hotel with the kids and in my office. I’m sure there’s video footage of me coming and going.”
“Thaddeus Kramer arrived in the bullpen at some point last night, bound, gagged, and with a printout of his warrant duct taped to his face alongside his ID.”
