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There were bruises that spanned under both of Flop's eyes and across his nose in its bandaging. The sight of this much bruising infuriated him. No one should ever hurt Flop like this. And certainly not from within the Unified Police Department. It reminded him of how much he hated the dynamics outside of the Rangers department. And now Flop was a victim of it.
Ziggy smoothed the cold rag in his hand just under Flop's eye and hated that his face was still swelled up. The cool rag was softer than the ice pack Flop was intending to just put on his face. Ziggy helping was more for him than Flop at this point.
"I'm okay," Flop said with his voice pitched oddly from his nose being packed. His hand lifted and shakily grabbed at Ziggy's wrist. The contact was enough to help bring Ziggy down just a bit more from the rage he'd flown into when he saw Flop on the ground bleeding from his broken nose.
"You're not," Ziggy said with barely contained fury. That anyone would hurt Flop like this. It was wrong in every way imaginable. Ziggy leaned forward and pressed his lips to Flop's forehead gently.
"I'll be okay," Flop corrected.
"I know." Ziggy frowned, Flop wasn't weak, he knew that. Just seeing the blatant abuse woke up something mean in him. The past of him that would gladly take matters into his own hands to exact justice. "I hate it. No one gets to just do that to you. Just talk like that about your brother. Hurt you like this. It's fucked."
"Why-...?" Flop chewed on his lip. "I don't think I've ever seen you mad like this before. I know I'm supposed to have known you for a long time and we're married but I haven't seen you genuinely mad before."
"No, no you wouldn't have." Ziggy cupped Flop's stubbly jaw and adjusted to press their lips together softly. "I protect who I care about. And I don't let shit like this slide. You're my husband, and I know you don't remember. But we are. That means I'll merc a mother fucker for fucking with you."
"Ziggy, I could have just run a case up through IA." Flop was trying to be reasonable. But he was still holding his new chain in his other hand, and his still had a tremble to his body. Yeah he could have run it with IA, instead he'd gone the darker route with Ziggy. And he provided the method they could use to get even. The connections Flop had were staggering. Impressive and actually a little hot.
"Yeah, but blowing him up will be a lot more satisfying." Ziggy leaned down to kiss Flop again, then he sank to his knees between Flop's legs and deftly reached for his belt. Now that they were alone, and Flop was as safe as he could be here in their new apartment, he wanted to reaffirm that his husband was okay.
"Z-Ziggy?!" Flop sputtered. Ziggy ignored the shock and freed his husband from his boxers and ducked down to take him into his mouth.
Ziggy moaned at the taste of Flop's cock on his tongue. He bobbed as Flop hardened nearly instantly. It was a surprising welcome considering how much morphine the EMS gave him. But it suited Ziggy just fine.
Ziggy turned his attention to sucking Flop off in all the ways he knew Flop liked it. The surprise and sudden realization that he saw when Flop looked at him. Usually Flop would tip his head back and grab Ziggy's hair to fuck into his mouth. Now, Flop didn't look away, mesmerized by what he thought was a new experience but was really more of a every other day occurance. At least it was before the memory loss.
"How-...?" Flop's brows furrowed in frustration. Ziggy flicked his tongue just under the head of Flop's cock and his husband shuddered. "You know how I like it because we're married. We've been married."
"That's right," Ziggy pulled free and took both of Flop's hands. The chain ended up on the kitchen bar counter. Ziggy guided Flop's fingers into his hair. Flop understood then. He tightened his grip just hard enough to make Ziggy's eyes flutter shut. "Pull my hair Sweetheart, fuck my mouth."
"F-Fuck," Flop cursed and Ziggy got back to work. He bobbed twice before Flop got with the program and his grip grew tighter and he angled Ziggy into a thrust that sank Flop's cock to his throat. God yes.
When he looked up Flop was watching him. Flush high on his cheeks, staining his neck. His mouth was open on heavy breathing that he couldn't do with his nose packed and set. His eyes were hungry, devouring Ziggy where he knelt. That confident detective in him was eating up every bit of new information his missing memories held. Ziggy met that face with the fathomless knowledge he had.
He knew what Flop looked like when he was getting his cock sucked. He knew what Flop looked like when he sucked cock. He knew just how Flop liked it done to him. He knew just how Flop liked to be fucked. And he knew what Flop looked like fully undone, crying over Ziggy's cock because it was so good. They were so good together.
He was going to have to start over. He'd have to get them back there. But that was fine. He'd start over a million times as long as Flop was still his. As long as he was still Flop's. Fuck anyone that would try to take him away.
Flop tipped his head back just the way Ziggy knew he would. His grip tightened and one hand flew up to cover his mouth. His hips stuttered and Ziggy opened his own pants to fist his cock. He watched Flop shake and pant through his fingers as he dipped his hips and sank deeper with each bob of Ziggys head. Ziggy swallowed once, twice, and relaxed his throat to hold Flop deep.
Flop keened as he arched, "Ziggy I'm gonna-...!"
A low hum vibrated his throat and Flop orgasmed down his throat. Ziggy swallowed and jerked himself just a little faster. Flop pulled his cock free from him and the rush of air flooded him with endorphins. The orgasm that ripped out of him was abrupt, taking the last of his boiling anger with it.
Flop's fingers soothed across his scalp and then down his face. Ziggy leaned into Flop's palms as he panted through the after shocks. His hand was sticky and his knees hurt just a bit. But when he looked up at Flop his husband was watching him with something close to the love he used to look at him with. His heart raced again, but not with anger.
"You good?" Flop asked gently.
"Yeah, you?" Ziggy asked just as placidly.
"Hurts," Flop answered. They cleaned up, righting clothing and washing their hands in the sink. Then Flop crawled into their new bed. Ziggy helped him situate his ice pack over both eyes. "Thanks."
"No problem." Ziggy told him. He took Flop's outstretched hand and watched him for a while until he was sure Flop fell asleep. Then he watched a little longer, feeling over protective, and a little worried. He just needed to hear that weezy breathing a little longer before he felt calm enough to sleep as well. Ziggy set an alarm so he could wake Flop and be sure he wasn't going to die in his sleep from the concussion.
He laid down, still holding Flop's hand and rubbing his thumb over the wedding band Flop had put back on. They could get back to where they were. And it could be a whole new experience to get there. But they could. Ziggy had some faith in that. He lifted Flop's hand to press a kiss to that ring then he fell asleep right along with his husband.