Would You Die For Me?

Japheth

It started with slow, playful strokes. A soft whimper escaped my lips as my thumb gently teased my tip, and I shut my eyes in pleasure. I wish he were here.

His image in my head wasn't enough anymore. I needed to feel those piercing blue eyes undressing me with every movement I made. I needed to hear him speak, to hear him command and dominate me.

My grip on the bed sheets tightened as I stroked my cock faster, sharp moans of pleasure mixed with the agony of missing him tumbling out of my lips.

"Fuck.... Aaron..." I moaned out his name, my back arching as I imagined his lips roaming my body and his fingers stretching out my ass. My breathing got heavier with every sharp stroke I made, and I could feel my orgasm drawing closer.

He would always tease me when he knew I was close to cumming. He said it was fun to watch me tremble and beg for my release. And I couldn't deny that I didn't love it when he made me beg for him.

Precum leaked out of my tip, making my cock even wetter and the sloppy sounds that filled the room from stroking my cock made me even hornier. I adjusted myself on the bed as I straddled my pillow before placing two fingers in my mouth, sucking on them like my life depended on it.

When I was sure that my fingers were coated in excess saliva, I pulled them out and aligned them against my butt hole. A soft hiss left my lips when my fingers slid into my warm hole and I sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure, my back arching instantly.

"Oh god... please... I'm gonna cum-"

My right hand stroked my cock faster while my left hand worked my tight hole, my middle finger brushing against my prostate and I jolted in pleasure. My moans were loud and uncontrollable, and I was very sure that the people living in the next house could hear me.

Seriously, that would be so embarrassing.

My vision darkened a bit, the pit of my stomach tightening immediately as my orgasm reached its peak and I came hard. His name was the only thing I could mutter as cum splattered all over my bed and pillow, and I finally collapsed to the bed.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips when I finally reflected on what I just did. It wouldn't be so bad if I weren't a grown-assed respected professor in a well-known university. But that was not the main issue.

The main issue here was that...

I just came like a whore while moaning the name of my student out loud.

I turned slightly, my eyes catching sight of my phone sitting on the desk, and a small smirk formed on my lips. I should have recorded myself and sent it to him...

But what was the use? As I glanced at the part of the ceiling where I knew that he had installed a camera, I knew he was watching me anyway. The moment my phone buzzed on the desk, my lips curved even wider, and I reached for it to see that I had a notification.

One name. One sentence. Ten simple words that made my stomach flip in excitement.

Aaron: "You aren't done yet, I'll be there in five minutes."

My name is Japheth Wilson. I'm a professor at one of the most prestigious universities in California, and I've been caught in the web of the student I was assigned to apprehend. How did I get entangled with him, you might ask? Well... it all started three months ago...

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Three months ago.

"Do you know why I called you here, Jared?" I heard my captain say, and my eyes met his for a brief moment before I lowered them down as I shook my head in negation.

"You're due for a promotion, aren't you? You've been a constable for way too long, am I right?" He asked, his eyes narrowing on my badge, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes in blatant annoyance.

I've been a constable for three years since I joined the police force. No promotion even though I've been nothing but a good and loyal worker. Whenever I asked for a promotion, I kept getting the same damn lines from my superiors.

It's not your time yet.

When will it be my time? Until I'm taking bribes and supporting injustice like they do? Until I'm corrupt and biased like they are?

I remained silent as his eyes raked over my body, and I tried so hard not to make my disgust toward him known. He was a pedophile, and he had a 'kink' for younger girls. He couldn't be apprehended, he was the captain after all.

That's how messed up the police system was.

"I have a mission for you. One that would change your life forever. If you complete this mission successfully, you won't be promoted to lieutenant, but you'd be taking my position instead." He announced, and my head shot up in an instant, surprise etched all over my features as I tried to comprehend his words.

From constable to captain? Was that even possible? Could it be that my time was now?

Getting this promotion would change my life. I would finally be able to slap it on my stepbrother's face that I was not a loser.

But before I could get elated, my eyes suddenly narrowed at him, as I felt that something was definitely amiss. This offer was too good to be true. And why me? It was too suspicious.

"What mission, Captain? I have a right to know, don't I?" I asked, my voice stoic and cold, even though a part of me was giddy from the thought of getting promoted.

"Of course." He started with a low laugh as he relaxed in his chair. "It's a very simple task, actually. All you have to do is infiltrate someone's life, get evidence that he's a criminal, and get him arrested. It's that easy." He explained, and my suspicion grew even more as I replayed his words in my head.

It couldn't be that simple. Everything in me screamed to decline this offer. It felt... dangerous. But why would I give up on such a golden opportunity because of danger? That's why I became a police officer in the first place.

"What kind of criminal? Who is he, if I may ask?" I asked again, and his countenance changed, a sign that he wasn't pleased with my countless questions.

"This offer wouldn't last for long. I have other workers willing to do this in a heartbeat! So stop wasting my time and tell me-"

"I'll do it," I said without thinking, and his face relaxed, a satisfied expression gracing his face as he passed a file over to me.

I knew that I'd regret making this decision. But I wanted this promotion badly, so I was ready for whatever this mission held.

However, the moment I took out the file and stared at the papers in front of me, I knew that I was fucked. I had just marred my life.

Japheth

I had just messed up. How was I supposed to apprehend not just any criminal, but the son of a well-known underground mafia tycoon? I should have listened to my damn guts, they were always right.

I stared at the documents in front of me, the information of the so-called criminal I was assigned to infiltrate staring at me like it was mocking me. I had tried to back out when I found out the danger I had gotten myself into but the captain wasn't listening to me anymore.

Everyone knew Don Martinez and how ruthless he was. I was a million percent sure that his son would be just as ruthless.

I finally understood why he assigned the job to me. Because no one was as naive as I was. Who in their right senses would agree to accept this kind of risky mission? If I got caught, that would be the end of my life.

From constable to captain? I would be digging my own grave instead.

But I had already agreed to do this. And there was no way I could take back my words unless I wanted to lose my job. And losing my job would only make me worse of a human than I already was.

I glanced out the window to see that the moon was already sitting high in the sky, shining down like it had no concern for whatever was going on with me. Letting out a sigh of despair, I shoved the documents inside my bag and headed out of the station.

My old pick-up car was waiting by the side and a groan escaped my lips when I realized that I'd be spending the next twenty minutes trying to get the car to come to life. I threw my bag into the passenger seat and got in, turning the key to start the engine.

To my utmost surprise, the car roared to life at once and I let out a scoff of disbelief as I stared at the steering wheel in amusement. I guess the car understood that I was in a bad mood tonight.

The car shook as I drove home, my mind spinning with different thoughts. Should I quit this job? I could definitely find a better job somewhere else instead of risking my life for a captain who never cared about my existence till now.

The car came to an abrupt stop and I looked up to see that I had just arrived at the hellhole I called my home. Stepping out of the car, I pushed the car with all the strength I could muster until it was parked in the garage as it should be.

By the time I was done, I was covered in mud and dirt, and all I wanted to do at this point was take a nice warm bath and then go to sleep. But of course, there was nothing called peace in this hellhole of mine.

"Did you work at the dumpster? Why do you look so unkept and disgusting?" I heard my stepmom say the moment I stepped into the sitting room, her voice dripping with disgust, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I walked toward my room.

I had better things to think of and talking back would only make my life miserable.

"Mom is talking to you, you prick." Jackson slurred from the kitchen, but before I could respond, I felt something solid hit my back, and I froze.

I reached behind me and my jaw clenched when I realized that Jackson had thrown a cold, raw egg against my back.

My fucking stepbrother who thought he could always get away with everything.

I wanted to punch him hard in the face for his stupid stunts but I knew better. He was the beloved of the family. A rich lawyer in his early twenties whom the entire world adored. He was the only "hope" of the family.

Me? I was just a constable who hadn't been promoted for the past three years. A grown man in his mid-thirties who still lived in his father's house. I had no say in this house and my presence was nothing more than an eyesore.

My father abhorred me the same way he hated my mother. He hated her for everything she did. He never failed to make her feel horrible about her chubby size and he made her life so miserable that she took her own life-

"So sorry stepbro, it slipped from my hands." Jackson laughed, his words mocking me and I sucked in a sharp breath before I continued walking into my room, each step feeling heavier than the last.

"Don't be such a bully, Jackie, he's gonna cry soon." I heard my stepmom say as their laughter rang across the room but I didn't stop or try to turn around.

I was old enough to know that arguing with them would only put me in the worst situation and I would rather swallow their insults with a cup of tea than get humiliated. I slammed my room's door shut and walked into the bathroom, peeling my clothes off in an instant and letting the warm water wash away the dirt from my body.

I wish that it could wash away the disgrace and humiliation as well.

After taking a satisfying bath, I returned to my room and sat in silence, listening to their loud laughter from the sitting room. Hours passed and I just sat there, rethinking my entire life decisions.

When silence finally reigned and I realized that they had all gone to sleep, I slipped out of my room and headed for my car because I had left my bag in it. Grabbing the documents, I headed back inside only to find Jackson standing by the door to my room with a smirk on his lips.

"Look who we have here. You haven't been giving me attention, stepbrother and it's hurting me." His words were obviously mocking me but I simply pushed past him and walked into my room.

Before I could shut the door, he placed his hand on the door to stop me and a loud groan escaped my lips.

"Jackson, leave me the fuck alone and go away," I ordered but he simply looked at me with a mocking grin before shaking his head in disappointment.

"How does it feel to be the least important member of the family? I told you that you'd never win. I have them all wrapped around my little finger, and you know why? I have the money. You're just... a constable. Hilarious, isn't it?" He muttered with a sick grin on his lips, and I sucked in a sharp breath, warning myself not to let his words get to me.

"You do realize that the Earth will always continue to spin, right?" I asked and his face contorted into a frown as he stared at me in confusion.

"So?"

"So, fuck you, Jackson," I replied with a small smile on my lips and before he could respond, I slammed the door shut in his face.

There were no other options now. I had to take on this mission. If I suddenly became the captain of the station, my family would finally give me the respect that I needed. I stared at the documents with a smile on my lips and a heart full of hope.

My eyes scanned the documents and I slowly digested the necessary information concerning the suspect I was sent to capture. The mission looked pretty simple. I had to find the tycoon's son, infiltrate his life, and bring him down.

But was it that simple? I couldn't help but ponder that question as I lay in my bed.

However, my excitement got the best of me and I ended up sleeping with my hopes high. But the moment I got to work the next day, I could see all my dreams vanishing into thin air right in front of me.

"Jared," The captain had started and that was when I knew that something was wrong. "Submit the documents I gave to you. We found a better candidate to complete the mission."

It felt like my whole life had crumbled and I couldn't do anything about it.

Japheth

"What do you mean you found a better candidate? You already gave me this mission!" I yelled out in sheer frustration but the captain didn't budge one bit.

"Hand over the damn files, Jared. You know better than to give me a headache this fine morning." He replied, stretching out his hand toward me and I ran my hand through my hair, finally understanding that the universe wasn't my best friend.

I took out the documents from my bag and threw them on the table instead of handing them to him, and the way the veins in his forehead bulged, I knew he wasn't impressed. But I didn't care anymore. He can go fuck himself.

He turned away from me with a dismissive wave, and I turned around, ready to walk away, but for reasons unknown to me, my legs wouldn't move. Was I disappointed? Angry? Frustrated?

Hell yeah.

Why do they all love to treat me like shit? Was I such a pushover? Someone they could use whenever they pleased and discard like a useless piece of shit?

I've had enough.

With that thought, I turned toward the captain, and his eyes met mine, his expression questioning why I hadn't left his office yet. Without thinking, I said something I wouldn't have dared to say in my entire life.

"Fuck you, captain." I spat in anger and his eyes widened in shock, like he wasn't expecting those words from me. Then his expression immediately contorted into anger and he shot up from his seat like it was burning his butt.

"How dare you-"

His words were cut short when an officer barged into the office like he was being chased and I immediately got into a defensive position, looking out for any attacker. But to my surprise, there was none.

"I can't do it!" He yelled as he barged into the office and I straightened up, my brows raised in confusion and amusement.

"What do you mean you can't do it? You're the only person who can do this perfectly!" Captain retorted, his face red with anger as he slammed his palm on the table, and the officer shook his head in terror.

"You can fire me, Captain! But there's no way I'm going after the son of Don Martinez!" He yelled and it finally dawned on me that this was the candidate who was "supposedly" perfect for this job.

"What's so bad about his son?" I chirped in before the captain could speak and the officer turned to look at me like I had two horns on my head.

"Everyone knows how ruthless the Martinez' are. They have no mercy on people and they kill like it's a normal daily activity!" He blurted before turning to look at the captain. "I only agreed to take this mission because I thought the suspect was a mediocre person. Not Aaron Martinez!" He yelled with pure horror written all over his face.

I stood by the side with a small smile on my face, watching the whole drama unfold like a high school play. Perfect candidate, my ass. Such a scaredy cat wasn't even fit to be a police officer.

Before the captain could try to counter his words, he dropped his badge on the desk, and without hesitation, he ran out of the office the same way he came in. Silence reigned for a moment and my lips curved into a small smile as I clutched my bag tightly.

"I'll take my leave now, captain," I muttered and turned around but just as I expected, he called out to me, causing me to halt in my tracks.

"Jared, I was wrong. You are the only person worthy and perfect enough to take on this mission. How could I be so blind?" He muttered, his voice suddenly calm and smooth as silk, causing me to nearly let out a scoff of amusement.

"Oh no, captain," I replied, turning to look at him with a solemn look on my face. "I already left the documents with you and you already have a perfect candidate for the job. What could a mere constable like me do?" I asked and an expression of panic formed on his face as he grabbed the documents before making his way to my side.

"Don't mind my dumb words, Jared. I just wanted to test you and see? You passed! This job was originally meant for you. No one else can do it as good as you-"

"You mean no one is as naive as I to take on the mission, right?" I interrupted him, and he froze, his left eye twitching in annoyance, but he quickly covered it up with a smile.

"Jared, the benefits that come with taking on this mission aren't something that you should pass over so easily. Why don't you give it a second thought?" He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder and I let out a scoff of disbelief.

"What benefits? Are they worth endangering my life?"

I was gonna take the mission without him trying to sugarcoat me, but if there were indeed benefits that came apart from getting promoted, it wouldn't hurt to play hard-to-get for now.

"Jared," He sucked in a sharp breath and took out another document from the drawers of his desk before handing it to me. "Take a look at that."

With my brows raised, I scanned the documents in front of me, and for a moment, I was confused. Until I finally registered what it meant.

"You're not going on any mediocre mission. You're leaving this small city and moving to California. I'm assuming you already know this." He explained and I blinked in confusion. I didn't realize that I had to leave Denver for California.

I've never left this city before... And the adrenaline rush that suddenly coursed through me made me giddy with excitement.

"You'll be taking on a new identity. Everything you own from now on will be taken care of by the police department. We'll have eyes watching you over there so you won't be alone. You'll have a new life, Jared. And not a life of suffering." Captain explained softly while my eyes were still glued to the paper I was clutching tightly.

A new identity. A new profession. A new house. A new car. A new city. It felt like I was starting my life over again.

"But, captain-"

"Did I mention you'll be given a million dollars for this mission?" He interrupted and I choked on air instantly, my eyes widening at his words.