Sam smirked. They got into the elevator and Sam hit the button marked 13. They rode up in silence this time, no kissing. The doors opened again, and they strolled out. Sam headed down the corridor and stopped at room 1305. Lassiter scanned his card and walked in. The room was beautiful. There was a fabulous view of the city, and the ocean. Lassiter didn't get to enjoy it for long. Sam tackled him, and threw him on the bed. He began kissing him passionately. Lassiter knew this was wrong. He wasn't supposed to be having sex with this guy, he was supposed to be arresting him. But he didn't care. He kissed back. Sam ripped open Lassiter's shirt and began kissing his way down Carlton's chest. Then he abruptly got up, and walked away. Lassiter was dazed, and he was getting hard quickly. Sam smiled at him.

"Well, Carly. I'm glad your straight up gay, if you'll pardon the pun. I usually have to coax these guys that have never had sex with a man before. They're so jumpy. You're just fine though, I like it. Just let me take a quick shower. Feel free to pick out a condom, I have a couple different kinds in my jacket."

He threw the jacket at the end of the bed, and went into the bathroom. Lassiter should have left, he wasn't going to get information from Sam. The kid was way too smart. He should just leave, and find a different way to get him out of hiding. But he hadn't had sex in so long, ever since he split from his ex, Victor. Six long months. He needed this. He heard the shower start and he picked up the jacket, reached into the pocket, pulling out a condom. He decided to let Sam take charge. He hadn't had sex in so long, he felt like he forgot how. He became increasingly nervous as the minutes ticked by on his rolex, also borrowed from the impound. Finally, Lassiter heard the shower stop, and Sam emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing a towel, and nothing more. He smiled at Carlton again, the pearly white teeth seeming even brighter than before. Lassiter swallowed. Sam was so attractive, and he was so desperate for sex. He got up, and began removing his own clothing. He slid off the armani jacket and ripped shirt, and undid his belt. Sam took over and undressed him the rest of the way. He slid Lassiter's trousers and boxers down, brushing his lips across Lassiter's erection. The detective moaned, and Sam laughed.

"How long has it been since you had sex?"

Lassiter pulled Sam back up. "Too long."

Sam smiled. "Alright then. I won't torture you any longer. You up for a little risk?"

Lassiter sighed. "At this point, I'm up for anything." Sam let the towel drop, and Lassiter's mouth went slack, hanging open a little. Sam smiled, feeling complimented.

He grabbed Lassiter's tie and then his own. "Lie on the bed."

Lassiter obeyed, blinded to all sense by his need for sex. Sam straddled him and tied Lassiter's hands the bedposts. Then he kissed Carlton passionately. Lassiter was drunk with desire. As Sam pulled away, he tried to follow him, but Sam pushed him back down with a smile. Then he took some lube and rubbed it on his fingers. He teased Carlton's entrance, and then slid a finger inside. Carlton jumped a little, not having experienced that feeling for...well, a really long time. Sam slid in a second finger and began to scissor his fingers, stretching Carlton's entrance. Lassiter gave Sam a pleading look. He laughed.

"Man. You really need it bad."

He removed his fingers, and before Lassiter could regain his senses, Sam's mouth had closed around his erection. Carlton arched his back, and could do nothing but strain against the ties that held him down. He moaned as Sam's tongue ran up and down Carlton's length, swirling around the tip to take away the gathering liquid there. Lassiter couldn't hold on for long. He felt a white hot pleasure run through him. Suddenly, Sam stopped. He removed his mouth and smiled at Carlton. Carlton was in pain, dying to be touched again by the gifted man, feeling like he might explode. Sam didn't say a word, but took the bottle of lube and coated his length. Carlton's breath hitched as Sam raised his legs and positioned himself in front of Carlton. He entered him slowly. Lassiter felt a hot pain at first, and as he pushed further, it grew more intense. However, once Sam's entire length was inside, the younger man kissed the detective briefly, and said in a throaty tenor. "This is better, isn't it?"

Then he began to thrust into Carlton. The older man could only gasp as the pain subsided and pleasure took over. He tried to gain reason. He's a criminal. He doesn't really like you. He's going to cheat you. You have to gain control. Lassiter knew his subconscious was right, but he didn't care. As Sam thrust into him, hitting that perfect spot, his vision became spotty, and the pleasure that rolled througbout his body was hot and unrelenting. His erection pulsed and throbbed, and he heard Sam moan in pleasure above him. He focused on the young man's face. The eye's bright with pleasure, and the slight glisten of sweat on his muscular, tight body. He began to move faster, and Carlton could barely think. All the blood had left his brain, and all he could hear was his own moaning and the thud of the headboard beating against the wall. Sam began to come, and he moaned as he succumbed to the waves of pleasure. When Sam was finished, he pulled out slowly, and kissed Lassiter. Then he looked at Carlton's throbbing erection.

"Oh. How selfish of me."

Sam's hand closed around the detective's member, and as he began to massage Carlton, his lips once agan closed around his erection. Carlton was thrown into another fit of pleasure. He fought to escape his bonds, to grab onto something. Anything. He couldn't control his pleasure. He moaned low and long. As he felt himelf begin to climax, his voice faded to a pant. As Sam's tongue lapped at Lassiter's pulsing erection, he began to let out gasps, and finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, and he exploded into Sam's mouth. He moaned and called out.

"Oh god! Yes!"

It was the most amazing orgasm he had ever had. He arched his back, aching to grab at Sam's hair, fighting against his restraints. He fell back ot the bed, exhausted. He had never felt anything like that. Sam smiled at him. Carlton closed his eyes and laughed.

"Thank you." He panted out. Sam chuckled. "No problem." He got up and went to the mini bar. He grabbed a diet Coke. He walked over to Lassiter. He cut his restraints.

Lassiter looked at the ruined tie. "That was expensive... whatever, it was worth it."

Sam popped the can and handed it to the older man. "Here. Drink something. You look parched."

Now that he could think again, he was thirsty. Unfortunately, the dopamine from his orgasm was still clouding his judgement. He sipped from the can.

"Thanks.. I can't..."

He paused. "This has a strange aftertaste." He looked at Sam as he fell unconcious. Sam sighed. "So gullible," Then he tenderly stroked the line of Carlton's jaw. "but so cute." He got dressed, and took Lassiter's badge and gun from their hiding spots in his briefcase.

"Poor detective Lassiter. He really must have been desperate." Sam looked at the unconscious man with an affectionate gaze. He replaced the badge and gun, after wiping prints off of both. Then he carefully dressed Lassiter in the outfit he had been wearing when they met, minus the tie. He took Lassiter's wallet, rolex, and wedding ring, and then took a vase and walked up to Lassiter.

"Sorry, Lassie." He smashed it over Lassiter's head. The detective's forehead began to bleed a little. Sam put on gloves, and carefuly scattered the glass near the bed. then he wiped all of his prints from the room, including the diet dumped that down the drain and washed the can before leaving it on Lassiter's nightstand. He took the towel he had used and put it outside in the maid's cart. Then, he wrote a little note on the hotel stationary.

I took the tie. Went well with your money, DETECTIVE Lassiter.

Then he threw Lassiter's gun and badge on the bed next to him. He tied Carlton's hands to the bed with rope and then grabbed the briefcase and quickly left, but not before writing another note and slipping it into Lassiter's boxers, where no one would think to look for evidence.

When Lassiter woke up, he had a major headache. He saw a bright light, and realized someone was shining a flashlight into his face.

"Detective Lassiter?"

He grunted, and pushed the light away.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded. He saw Police personnel all over. He was done for. the Chief was coming over to him.

He waited to be fired, and then arrested.

"Carlton? Are you alright?"

He frowned. "why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"Burton hit you over the head with a vase."

Lassiter didn't remember this.

"We found you, your gun and badge, and a note on the bed. Burton took your wallet, watch and a few other items."

Lassiter blinked. What had happened? He was dressed. When he had passed out, he had been naked.

"was I naked when you came in?"

She frowned. "Of course not. Should you have been?"

"No! I mean.."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Lassiter cleared his throat, and gazed at nothing in particular. "Well, Sam...Henry..whatever he wants to call himself... I invited him to my room. I figured he'd slip and say something. But, he must have known I was a cop, because I opened the door, we walked in, and after I set my things down, he hit me in the head. Next thing I know, I wake up on the bed. "

Vick nodded. Then she patted Carlton's arm and walked away. He was puzzled. Sam had saved his job. He couldn't fathom why. He had stolen his things but saved his job.

O'Hara had apologized constantly as she drove Lassiter home. He had told her not to worry the first few times, then he let her babble.

When he was at last alone, he went to take a shower. He gazed at the marks that the ties had left on his wrists. Sam had disguised them as rope marks. He undressed, and stared down with a frown as the slip of paper fell from inside his boxers. He leaned down and picked it up.

Det. Lassie,

If we're being honest, I saved you because I've decided to use my powers for good. You were my last victim. In fact, I'm mailing your wallet back to you , along with all your other belongings because I like you.

You don't deal with bullshit, it's endearing.

See you around Carly.

P.S. My real name is Shawn.

Lassiter just stared at the paper. He was utterly confused. This man, a con man, had not only set up a scene to save Lassiter's job, but was mailing his money and credit cards back to him? The worst was that, while he had juat wanted to get laid, he had felt something real for Sam, or Shawn, or whatever his real name was. It had been a gentle tugging at his heart, like it was telling him to open up again. He ignored it and went to bed.