"Rain"
Part 2
by Beryll & Osiris Brackhaus

 

- Michael -

Know a man's bathroom drawer and you know the man himself.

At least, that's the saying, but one I usually come to find quite accurate whenever I have the chance to put it to the test.

So here I was, the shower running behind me, checking what kind of stuff Colin stored in his bath. Everything here was clean but far less chaotic than everywhere else on the boat. I still wondered how one could keep a place as crammed as this so clean, but there seemed many things possible with this guy. Like lulling a seasoned police officer into a sleep so blissfully peaceful he slept tight until long after noon. I should have kept at least an eye open in case Colin had left during the night.
Damn, he could have killed the next kid with the blood still on his hands and I wouldn't have a single clue. Mustn't ever let that happen again.

Turning my attention back to his bathroom drawer, I found the lower one of its two racks sporting the standard set of toothbrush, shaver, shaving gel. Oddly enough, there was no brush or comb and not a single ounce of after-shave or anything perfumed to be found. Even the shaving gel was one of those 'ultra-sensitive' kind of things. Very odd.
The upper rack contained an arrangement of not-so standard items: some headache pills, some harder painkillers, plasters and salves, a first class spray-on wound sealing agent and even a few medical supply thread-and-needle sets.
That definitely exceeded anything I could have let pass as a first aid kit. And one more question to the mystery of my host. Wonder what he did in his spare time to need such stuff, and by the looks of it quite regularly so.

I sincerely hoped there would be a simple, very legal solution to all this. I stepped under the shower, noticing the bottle of cheap shower-gel hanging there, looking so out-of place compared to his other personal stuff that I wondered who else had left it hanging there.

And not wondering so without a tiny pang of jealousy.

Heavens, I thought, is it that bad already? True, it was ages ago I had the last relationship, or at least anything like an attempt at one. Sex, I've had plenty, not enough, but still finding someone to live with was a different matter entirely.

Having Colin around felt so... nice.

Yes, thinking of all the other boys he had invited here made me feel seriously jealous. Which, on the other hand, was hilariously funny considering that I knew him now precisely twelve and a half hour, most of which I had slept on his couch.

After a little bit of searching, I found an unscented bar of soap somewhere near the shower, using that instead of the cheap gel. Apparently, my cute host had a very sensitive nose, and I would only serve my interest in two ways at once if I indulged him on that.

Taking a shower had the same effect on me as most of the times: with all the attention I gave to my body, I got horny as hell. I tried not to rush to get out of the shower and comparatively dry again, but right now was as good a moment to see if I could seduce that gorgeous man as any other.
And the thought of his firm grip on my arms, his longing breath touching my bare skin...

Wrapping a towel around my hips, I took care to wrap it tight enough to present all the nice curves and bulges I had to offer. Probably, I would have been able to make it big time if ever I would have had to sell my body. But right now, I could hardly stop thinking about one thing in countless variations: Colin's lean body and mine, sweaty, rolling across the floor, wrestling and making love all at once...

Before I completely lost myself in daydreams, I grabbed another towel and left the bathroom.

"Hey Colin", I called out as soon as I had opened the door, my head under the towel, rubbing dry my hair. "Is there any chance you have a cup of coffee for me?"

"Nope. No coffee in this place, sorry", his answer came back from the kitchen. "But I've got a whole pot of hot chocolate here, if you'd like."

Hot chocolate? What was he thinking, that I ran away from grade school?

Shaking my head, I walked over to the slightly elevated area of the boat's interior that combined the bridge, a kitchen and more junk than I had ever though could possibly fit into such a tiny space.

Looking down my own chest, I noticed with a smug grin that the water drops glistened just as they should on my naturally mostly hairless skin, which was just tanned enough too look neither pale nor artificial. Yes, admittedly, I was fond of my own looks, and why not? I invested quite a lot of time and effort into them. And hell yes, there have been occasions I have been jerking off in front of a mirror.
So sue me.

But even before I entered the 'kitchen', I could hear him talking softly as if to someone else, his voice full of anguish.

"... a goddamn fucking mess is this. Remember Julien? You met him six month ago when he stayed here for some time. He was number five this month. Fuck!"

"I'm so sorry..." A female voice answered him, apparently sitting across from him at the small table in the center of the room. "And this morning, they have found another body. I really wonder when this is going to end."

FUCK! I had to bite my tongue not to groan in anger. I REALLY hoped Colin wasn't the killer the whole town was talking of. If he was, I just made myself guilty of sleeping peacefully while the murderer I should be watching was out happily cutting some poor hustler's throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Hey...", I mumbled as I stepped into view, glad for the towel on my head giving me some more moments to sort my expression. "Morning...."

"Hi..." Hanging the towel around my neck, I found a young woman sitting at the small kitchen table together with Colin. Judging by her outfit, she was something like the local newspaper boy. With her short, fiery red curls and her green almond eyes, she was pretty cute, and right now her slack-jawed stare really helped me to get back into the mood.

"Good heavens, Colin, where do you always find these incredible specimen?", she asked without even once taking her eyes off my body. "Wow..."

"I don't know", my host replied with a smug, kinda proprietary grin and a wink. Like the evening before, he wore nothing but his faded denims and his necklace, looking as if he actually had slept in them. "They come scratching at my door all on their own, begging me to let them in."

Colin took a sip from the mug he was holding, leaving a tiny chocolate mustache on his unshaven, smiling face. Feeling my heart jump at this sight, I knew things were going to become very difficult very soon. Like always when I allowed myself the luxury of seriously falling in love.

"And what a cruel man you would be sending them away..." The girl still stared at me, and I think it lacked very little for her to start drooling. "Well, I...", she said and finally got her eyes off me, "I think I'll be on my way then."

Giving Colin a hug and a goodbye kiss, she left the kitchen without even so much as acknowledging my presence. But I couldn't have cared less. Finally, we were alone.

"Sorry if I scared her away. Are you sure there's no coffee to be had?"

"Absolutely. I can't stand that stuff." Pointing at a counter, he added: "But there are some fresh croissants in the bag, in case you're hungry. And never mind Delphine, she'll be herself again soon enough."

Grinning silently at the way the young woman had basically fled the houseboat I took the bag with the croissants, curiously sniffing at them.
They were good, very good actually, but not really something that would be able to sate my current cravings by any means.

I needed meat.

So I leisurely walked around the table, and... No, actually I prowled around the table, put down the bag with the croissants and bent down to gently lick along Colin's earlobe. With a corner of my mind, I noted the necklace actually being a finely wrought line of silver leaves and vine, looking as if it was worth a fortune or two. Would have to check on that later on.

"I am hungry", I whispered, and to my heartfelt pleasure, I heard my host purr throatily in reply. "And it sounds as if you wouldn't mind helping me sate my appetite."

"Usually, this is the point when I tell the boys that they really do not have to pay me." Colin looked up, with the chocolate mustache still on his lips, grinning. "But I doubt that you'd be quite that... enthusiastic if it wasn't at least partially for yourself."

"Oh believe me", I said softly, "This is all for myself. But I'll try to make it terrific for you as well." And this time, I kissed him on his lips, sensuously and longing.

He tasted mostly of chocolate, of course, but nicely so. Not sweet, but bitter chocolate. And he smelled of... couldn't put my finger to it, but like fur or leather would in warm sunlight. It made me go goosebumps all over.

Meanwhile, Colin apparently hadn't had a single problem putting his fingers to it. With a single deft tug, he had relieved me of my only makeshift piece of clothing, stroking my thighs, kissing my belly, scratching my skin with the stubble on his chin.

When with one hand, he reached around me to grab for my ass, while his other hand cupped my balls, I only moaned in desire, digging my fingers deep into the thick jungle of his unruly black hair.

I can hardly recall if I already had been hard when he mouthed my cock or not, I only know I instantly was. There was a way to his touch, to the straight-forwardness of his caress, that set my mind swimming incoherently, fanned my desire until there was hardly anything else left of me.

And how I craved those moments.

He stood up, suddenly, his arms around my chest as firm and strong as I had imagined them to be. We kissed, and there was little tenderness in our embrace. It felt to me like animals, their rage just barely in check, so in heat they both forgot about anything else around them. We were voracious.

Trying to make it to the huge pile of pillows in the living room was a thing far harder than initially thought, especially as we didn't seem to be able to take our hands off each other. Down in the pillows, the usual tiny fight erupted about who was going to lie on top. Not that it normally was anything of a fight, for I was taller and better trained than almost any man I ever shared my bed with.
Or a car, or a shrub or... well, whatever.

But when he seriously grabbed my wrists with a single hand so hard I couldn't get them out again, a oddly enticing wave of dread ran through my body. He was strong... far stronger than even his well-trimmed, lean body would suggest. He just perfectly fit the description we had of the killer.

Actually, I found it hard to believe as he almost effortlessly wrestled me onto my back, a feral grin on his face, the only reason his breath was going hard being lust. Despite my usual preferences, this was a man I'd gladly be taken by, I thought. But that fire in his eyes, so mesmerizing emerald that I wondered why I had never before noticed them, it all was so...

I couldn't find any words for it, and though it felt utterly wacky to me, I came to the conclusion that for a change I thought I had found a man worth the gift of my body.

"Take me", I heard myself whisper coarsely while at the same time I fervently tried to pry open these blasted denims of his. "Take me hard..."

He laughed. A deep, guttural laughter, sensual and longing, filled with the promise of arms to hold me safe while I howled in mindless lust. It made me shudder and moan, my body burning with desire as it hadn't since... I couldn't recall.

Finally, I got his pants open, his dick hot and hard and slender all but jumping into my hand while our lips still fought their own little match. I already knew my lips would be raw afterwards, but right then, I couldn't get enough of him.
Gently stroking the length of his cock, I only waited for his first, soundless moan that broke our kiss. Gently, I led down one of his hands between my legs, down to my ass, pressing his finger against my entrance.

And he sure didn't need more of an invitation.

Again, a tiny flame of jealousy sparked in my heart as I thought of all the other, faceless and countless boys he must have had, here on the same piece of floor right in front of his fireplace. How they all had writhed in helpless desire, screamed and bitten their knuckles.
But that thought died as soon as it had appeared, for now it was me lying here, with Colin's nimble fingers up my ass, with his hot dick pressed against my thigh, with his lips pressed onto mine.

Right now, he belonged to me, and I would enjoy the moment for all that it was worth.

When finally, he rolled between my legs, his hands pinning mine onto the ground above my head, I felt like a jelly-o flambé, all wobbly, completely on fire and melting at a frightening rate.

"Are you ready?", he asked softly, and I only groaned something unintelligible. But vigorously so, and by his spreading grin, I knew he thought just the same.

Slinging my legs around his waist, I made myself even more easily available. Gently, his cock pressed against my ass, then suddenly slid into me, all of it, hot and hard and long, filling me, and Colin's low groan of pleasure made me want to scream in pure lust. For a moment, he held me tight, his eyes locked with mine, so green as I thought I had never seen on a man before, burning with desire, with malicious joy of watching me writhe helplessly in his arms.

He was toying with me, and I couldn't have minded less.

What a dangerous drug love can be, I wondered for a heartbeat. Where's my confident, assertive self gone? Sure there's nothing left of it in this shivering, groaning body of mine.

"Don't make me beg for it", I pressed out between my teeth.

Colin only grinned, moving his dick inside of me just a bit. Then he waited for my deep breath to calm a little again, only to thrust into me once more. What a bastard.

I loved it. I loved him.

Slowly, his motions took up speed, his thrusts going deeper, harder. There was hardly anything left in my world but his dick inside of me, the feel of his hairy chest on my own, his arms holding me like a vice.

And it went on, both of us almost mad with lust, oblivious of time or place. He rolled me onto my belly, heaved me onto my knees, fucking me senseless. Somewhere along all this, I managed to buck up underneath Colin, toppling him over onto the pillows.

Laughing, I crawled on top of him, kissing him with the same fever as before. Not too gently, I lowered myself onto his cock again, scratching my fingernails across his chest, his nipples. With Colin inside of me, I could set the pace now, and just for a moment, I wanted it to go slow, to give me a chance to see what I was doing, to understand and make it a memory I'd never forget.

He was lying among the pillows, writhing in pleasure, not as helpless as I had been, but completely unrestrained, carefree, enjoying what I did to the fullest extend.

Like entranced, I set my hands down onto his chest, feeling his hard pectorals work underneath my fingers. Colin's hands started to wander up my sides, stroking my chest, my belly, my own dick. Concentrating on the sensation of his cock inside of me, I worked my pelvis, a calm, steady rhythm to make him come.

One of Colin's hands found my mouth, first caressing my lips, then demanding admittance. Eagerly, I took in his fingers, licking them just like I would have sucked his cock. In reply, Colin groaned as if I could make him come just like this, and I loved every second of it, trying hard not to break the rhythm I was setting with my hips.

I took his hand into my own, licking up and down the length of the two fingers I was sucking like a second dick. This was so hot I could hardly think, my own body growing more and more excited every time he groaned. There was something to this all, some...

There was something odd between his fingers.

A bit startled I noted some dark stains on the soft skin right between his fingers, and it struck me very odd on a man so pleasantly clean as Colin. Still working him with my hips, I turned his hand around, licking along the back of is palm to take a closer look.

Colin had his eyes closed, his lips were slightly opened, groaning soundlessly, softly, passionately.

Yet with a tingling wave of dread running through my body, I stared at the glistening dark smudges between his fingers. Dark, almost black, but not quite. Like a dried liquid, brittle, easy to dust off where it was thicker, almost dyed into his skin where there was less of it. From where I had been sucking off his fingers, a bit of my spittle had mixed with it, awakening the liquid to its original color.

Red. Red as blood.

There was blood clinging to my lover's hands, and even though I knew there was little chance that he just had had a bleeding nose tonight, I was still fucking him. Hell, I was fucking him fervently right because he just might be Jacqueline the Ripper.

This all was so sick I appalled myself, and yet, I didn't stop. Regrets are for the day after, I thought, and with a certain self-loathing, started to lick off the blood from his hands.

Such a sicko.

But Colin hadn't noticed one bit of my discoveries, and his other hand was still working my cock with flawless expertise.
No wonder those boys would eagerly follow him into their death. None of the victims had been found to have had intercourse right before it was killed. But the memory of a night like this would be easily enough to lure even me onto the roof of a house, the thought of his scalding kisses render me thoughtless enough to let him embrace me despite his strength.

I could feel my body approach orgasm, with his dick buried deep inside of me, his hands working my cock both together by now.

God, I thought as I felt the wave of pleasure build up inside of me, I should quit this assignment. I don't know if I could protect anybody, especially not myself from this man.

Below me, I felt Colin grow rigid as well, could see the muscle in his firm stomach grow taut, and seeing him like this washed away the last distracting thought of my own. Like jumping off a cliff, I let myself be washed away by my orgasm, howling in lust, feeling him buck and jerk underneath me, feeling him come hot and wild deep inside.

When all was over and I slowly emerged from my post-fuck haze, I found myself lying on the floor next to Colin, our bodies gleaming with sweat, sticky, glistening, both of us huddled together as close as kittens in a basket.

I felt like crying.

I just had had the fuck of my life, found a man I could seriously think of loving for the rest of my life, and he just had to be the very fucking serial killer I was set out to bring down. There was just too little a chance for him not being the one, with all those tiny details.

"Hey", Colin suddenly whispered, gently nuzzling my completely messed up hair. "Thanks."

"Why, I have to thank you", I whispered back, drawing him closer to me. God, against all reason, please be someone else! "That was fucking great."

Instead of a reply, Colin turned around my head and kissed me. Not passionately, but tenderly, caring, grateful. A lover's kiss.

"Thanks", I whispered. Why couldn't time just freeze right now, with this moment to last for all eternity? But that would have been too much, apparently.

"Michael?", Colin asked after far too short a while. "Come on, I'd like to clean myself. I've got you sticking all over my fur, and that's gonna be hard to get out once dried in."

Yeah, I thought grimly. Like blood.

"Sure", I replied, releasing him from my embrace. My handsome host bucked up and jumped onto his feet in a single display of agility I'd have never expected to see this side of the Chinese National Circus. All the strength and agility one would need if hauling dead bodies across the roofs of Paris was your hobby.

And instead of screaming or puking or one of the other hundred things I felt like, I just sat up, lit myself a cigarette, watched Colin walk around his place naked and sticky and wondered about the incredible cruelty of life.

 

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