Psychosocial - Chapter 5

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Yes! I have actually *cough cough FINALLY cough* finished Chapter 5! Can I just say thanks to all the people who voted for me in the recent awards, it gave me warm fuzzies :) And then big ego boost with the win for one of them :D So thank you!

Author: improvfan88
Story: Psychosocial
Pairing: Ry/Col
Rating: NC-17 of sexual thingys and gruesome thingys.
Summary: A serial killer is trying to create the perfect masterpiece. When Detective Stiles and Doctor Mochrie team up for the first time, a new romance ensues. But when Doctor Mochrie is threatened by the killer, the race is on to stop the killer before he creates his masterpiece.


Psychosocial - Chapter 5

“Ryan.” Colin whispered as we drew apart for air. “Take me.”

My heart stopped and my erection felt like it was swelling to twice its size. Oh, I wanted him. I gently pushed him back until we fell on my bed, me on top of him. I began kissing my way down his chest, taking care to pay special attention to each of his nipples. His breathing was become laboured, and I found myself loving the fact that it was me doing that to him.

“Ryan, please, don’t tease me, please.”

I grinned to myself. “This is revenge.”

“Why?!” He cried out as I licked along his hipline, so close to where he really wanted me.

“For making me so crazy earlier that I was ready to have sex with a file cabinet.” I swooped down and took him into my mouth making him yell out in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. I continually ran my tongue up and down his huge length, reacquainting myself with the feeling of having something I loved in my mouth, reacquainting myself with the feeling of pleasuring someone other than myself.

“Ryan……” Colin panted.

“Hmm?” I answered him, not stopping my job at hand. Or job at mouth technically.

“Now… please….before…..” It was all the encouragement I needed. I gave him one last long sensual lick before climbing back up his body. I retraced my path of earlier kisses, replacing them with newer ones. Each time I kissed him, it felt like I was taking a drug of the highest kick. I had never felt so turn on and so needy of someone sexually in my entire life. I gave Colin a quick peck on the lips, before reaching over him to open my bedside drawer. I scrambled through everything trying desperately to find the tube of lubrication that I just knew that I had in there somewhere. Little did I realise, I had left my chest open to attack, and just as my hand clamped around the tube of lubrication, Colin attached himself to one of my nipples, gently biting and soothing them with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Colin…. shit….” I gasped, beginning to uncontrollably thrust. We were at the perfect position though as when I began to thrust, Colin did as well, and our erections met, rubbing together, threatening to set the room alight.

“Now.” Colin ordered. I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I slid back down him, the sweat dripping off both our bodies. I gently entered him with one finger, slowly swirling, feeling him out. I added my second finger, stretching him out. Our combined gasps filled the room as his hips began rising off the bed. I held him down by throwing my free arm over his hips. I moved my fingers in a scissors action, and when I sensed that he almost couldn’t take anymore, I added my ring finger.

“Ahhh! Ryan… please….fuck…..you’ve gotta…….please…..”

I couldn’t deny either him or myself any longer. I lubed myself up and quickly as I could, set myself at his entrance and slowly began to press myself in. Colin moaned as I slid in, agonisingly slowly. I wanted to feel every inch of him, from the inside out. All to soon for my liking, I was in to the hilt and breathless. I hadn’t noticed, but I had closed my eyes at some point, too overwhelmed by the emotions running through my body. I opened my eyes and looked down at Colin. He was breathing heavily, both of us were pouring with sweat, and his eyes, they were black with desire. Desire for me. I draped myself over him and captured his mouth in a kiss which I hoped conveyed everything I felt for him. Love, perhaps? I wasn’t sure.

“Move.” Colin pleaded. I slowly slid out and slid back in again, changing my angle each time until he let out a scream of pure pleasure. “There, Ryan, there.” He gasped. I began to move faster, Colin yelling out each time I hit his prostate. We slid over each other, the sweat on my body dripping onto his. I could never have imagined being so turned on by one person, and yet, also filled with the desire to satisfy that person. Each time I slid into Colin, I felt complete.

Colin suddenly grabbed my shoulders. “I’m gonna…….” He warned me. I sped up, my body aching for relief. I could feel Colin tightening up around me, forcing me to use every last bit of my strength.

“Fuck….” I moaned. I was riding him hard and fast, I needed to come. I grabbed Colin with my left hand, and began pumping him hard. “Colin….” I began.

“Stay.” He answered. My thrusting was becoming erratic, I had no control anymore, I just had to keep fucking Colin. I felt a stirring in all my body, and I thrust once more, deep into him and exploded. Somehow I managed to pumping Colin, until I felt him come all over my hand, distantly I could hear him shouting my name and I found like I had never liked my name so much in life.

I collapsed on top of Colin, both of breathing heavily. “Is there a doctor in the house?” I joked.

Colin wheezed out a laugh, and wrapped his arms out me, pressing a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m exhausted. And I hardly done any work.”

“You did plenty.” I assured him. “I did put you through a shit load of teasing.”

I finally softened and slipped free from Colin, feeling an odd sense of loss. We shifted around until we were comfortable, cuddled up together. “Ryan?” I grunted in reply, now too tired to even think about speaking. “When you invited me to stay, did you know this would happen?”

“What would happen?” I mumbled.

Colin yawned. “The greatest fuck of your life.” I giggled sleepily.

“No. But I’m glad it has.”

“Me too.”

That’s how we fell asleep. Tangled in each other’s arms, and, for me, at peace with the world for the first time in years.

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We were woken up the next morning at 6am, after roughly four hours sleep. As it turns out, a certain someone whispering, “Wake up detective. I’ve been bad.” in my ear is guaranteed to have me ready for anything. We also discovered that both of us have the libidos of teenagers, but not enough energy to use it to its full potential.

My phone was ringing, and Colin had persuaded me to ignore the first time. But this was around the third time, so it had to be important. Eventually, I picked up my cell phone.

“What?!” I damn near yelled.

“Why didn’t you answer the first two times I’ve tried to phone you Detective?!” A familiar voice shouted down the phone.

“I apologise Sir, but it’s 6am!”

“Well, good morning then Detective Stiles.” Thomas Dicker said. “Now get your ass out of bed and get down here now.”

“Where’s here?”

“Esten and Sherwood’s apartment.”

“Why? We’ve got all the evidence we need.”

“We’re gonna need to do it all again.” When Dicker told me why, it took all the energy that I possessed not to show my own fear and shock.

“Shit.” I mumbled. By this point, Colin had woken up and was looking at me with fear in his eyes. I wrapped one arm around him and drew him close to me.

“Bring Dr. Mochrie with you too.”

“We’ll get there as quickly as we can.” I hung up the phone and looked at Colin. His eyes stared up at me, too scared to ask why we had to leave.

“What happened?” He squeaked.

“Chip Esten is dead.”

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We drove in silence to Esten’s apartment. I wondered about what we were about to see. Esten had been devastated, so it could perhaps be suicide. He could have also gone out, back to the club, been picked up. I had to admit it, I believed wholly that it was the serial killer again. I quickly stole a glance at Colin. He hadn’t said a word since we had sat in the car.

“Col? You doin’ alright?”

“No.” He mumbled. I reached over and grabbed one of his hands in mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He gave me a quick smile to say thanks before turning around and staring out the window again. That’s all the conversation we had until we reached the renewed crime scene. The place was crawling with police cars, the street had been blocked off and all the residents had been asked to either stay inside their homes, or leave the building, only then with a police escort. After a quick word with one of the officers, I had discovered that Dicker had twenty officers questioning the neighbours, two officers had already been sent round to the gay clubs in the area in the hope that someone saw Esten.

“Detective Stiles!” I heard my name shouted. Dicker was walking towards me, his face contorted in rage. “Where the goddamn hell have you been?!”

“I was sleeping sir.”

“Through two phone calls?!”

“I’m a heavy sleeper sir.” I answered curtly. I was already in a bad mood as I had intended to spend the majority of the day in bed with Colin. Not sleeping of course.

“I’m assuming that you’ve heard Doctor Mochrie?” Dicker directed his attention. I spun my head to look at Colin who had managed to put on his professional front again, but this time, when I looked at his eyes, I could see his fear.

“Yes, I have.”

“Follow me then.” We were ordered. Dicker spun around, assuming that Colin and I would follow. We did so, although I grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze to let him know that I was there for him. I saw him swallow hard. As we entered Esten’s apartment yet again, Dicker began a commentary.

“There was no signs of forced entry, and also had a quick glance, there seems to be no bruises or cuts on Esten’s hands that show that he fought his attacker. We’re assuming from that that he knew the killer. The body is in his bedroom, and I’ll warn you now, the killer is getting worse. I hope for your sake that you didn’t have time for breakfast.”

Dicker led us into Esten’s bedroom and I only just managed to stay on my feet. Colin however, took two steps back and trod on my feet. I gave a little yelp of pain, but still, neither of us could take our eyes off the horrible scene in front of us.

Chip Esten had been removed of his skin. In pieces. His body, such as it were, was still in one piece, but his skin had been slowly peeled off in messy pieces and, with a few bits flung around the room. The amount of blood that had collected on the bed was sickening.

“The current theory going around is that Esten was alive when the killer began skinning him.” Dicker stated. I felt sick to my stomach. Only a maniac could do such a fucking inhuman act. “Pictures and evidence has already been taken, but I want you two do give us your ideas.”

At this I turned to look at Colin, and noticed immediately that he was deathly white. “We’re going to just step outside for a minute sir. Excuse us.” I grabbed Colin by the upper arm, and lead him outside. He seemed to be in a daze, only barely conscious of where we were going. As we stepped outside, I noticed the other officers whispering to each other, and a crowd beginning to form. Not what we needed at that time. I led Colin around a corner until I was sure that we had some privacy, and then drew him into a tight hug. Slowly, he bring his arms up around me and held on with all his strength.

“I’m here Col. I’m here if you need me.” I whispered to him. Colin sobbed in return.

“Fuck R-Ryan! Did you s-see what they d-done to Esten? Oh shit, that c-could be m-m-me!” I felt my heart break in two at the distress in his voice. I pulled him tighter to me.

“That’s not gonna be you, you hear me? I’m not gonna let that happen. Alright?”

Colin nodded, and pressed his head against my chest, trying to calm himself down. “Jesus, I’ve never s-seen anything like it.” He said.

“Me neither.”

“Shit, Ry, watch out.” Colin suddenly drew back, turned around, and began vomiting violently. I rubbed his back and he brought up everything that he had eaten in the last twenty four hours. When the heaving subsided, Colin fell to his knees, clutching his chest.

I gave him a couple of minutes before tentatively pulling him to his feet. Colin stood up a little unsteadily, straightened himself out in a slight daze. “You alright Col?”

He cleared his throat. “Um…yeah….feel a bit better… that was just….”

“I know. I’ve got to go back in, but you can stay out here.”

“No, no, I’ve gotta….um…. I’ve gotta do, like a, you know, evaluation.”

“Col. Col.” He was beginning to hyperventilate, his eyes darting over the ground. “Col! Look at me.” He raised his head to look at me, and I tried to look as reassuring as I could. “You don’t have to, alright? We can just work from my notes. You know me, right? I’ll write down everything.”

“But-”

“No buts Colin. You’ve had a scare, and you’re not at your best right now alright?”

“I’m fine, Ryan. I’m OK now.”

“Really?”

“Just don’t leave me in there alright?”

“I won’t.”

Colin hugged me again, and I planted little kisses on the top of his head, simply for reassurance purposes. “C’mon then.” I murmured, “Let’s get this over with.”

We walked back into the apartment in silence. I drew out my notebook and began taking notes, Colin occasionally adding his own notes. I could see his hands shaking whenever he walked near Esten’s body or, indeed, a piece of his skin. As I looked at the skin in the room though, I hazarded a guess.

“Colin? Do you think that there’s enough skin?”

Colin spun round and frowned at me, an almost disgusted look on his face. “What?!”

“I don’t think there’s enough skin for a full body here.”

“You think the killer took some with him?”

“Maybe.”

“Shit.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. “Sherwood.” Colin suddenly said.

“What?” I asked.

“Sherwood’s room. If it’s anywhere, he’ll have put it in there.”

“Why?”

“Rub salt in the wound wouldn’t it? Not only did he manage to get into the flat once, but now, he’s managed to do it again.”

“Detective Stiles!” A voice called. Colin and I strode along towards Sherwood’s bedroom and instantly noticed around five officers grounding the doorway, all pale. They stepped aside to let Colin and I through, and as soon as I saw what had made the other officers so pale, I wanted to step right back out again. We had found Estens’ skin. The killer had made up the skin into a rough formation of a body and had hung it from the light fixture on the ceiling. I stepped in closer and examined the skin. The killer had connected the skin by stapling it together. However, since the killer had stripped the skin off, it seemed like a sloppy job.

“He’s not going to be happy with this.” Colin stated.

“It’s too messy.”

“He’s trying to create a masterpiece.”

“A masterpiece is perfect.”

“This isn’t.”

“That’s shit scary.” Dicker interrupted our conversation. “You two are in his head.”

“No, we’re not.” Colin informed him. “If we were, then we’d know what he was gonna do next. And we’ve not got a single fucking idea.”

　

Three hours later, Colin and I were back at the station, working our way through the mountain of notes that we had amassed. We went through everything again, and only came to one single conclusion. He was branching out in terms of his art and therefore was probably coming to the end of his spree soon. His aim was to produce the perfect masterpiece, and he was getting closer to achieving that aim. So we had to stop before he got another chance to ‘practice’. Colin threw down his pen and sighed loudly before burying his head in his arms.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” He yelled, luckily muffled by his arms.

“I know.”

“It’s just, fuck, what if I end up like that Ry?”

“You won’t Col, cos I won’t let you.”

Colin smiled then. “You won’t let me?”

“Nope,” I shook my head, “I can’t remember if I told you this but I can get very very possessive, and I’m not up for sharing you with a psycho.”

Colin giggled and I felt a bit better. I knew how worried he was, how frightened he was, and I was glad to be able to relieve it a little. I reached across the table for his hand, which he gave easily. I brought it up to my mouth, and placed little kisses all along his knuckles. He smiled and cupped my face.

“Thank you detective.”

“No problem Doctor.” He stuck his tongue out at me. “You can put that tongue to better use you know.”

“Really?” he said. He stood up and walked slowly around the desk. I spun my chair round to face him. “Spread your legs.” I did so, my breathing suddenly become heavy and it felt like the room had turned into a sauna. He placed his hands on the arms of my chair and leaned forward, balancing himself on his toes. Just as his lips captured my own, his crotch met my own and I gasped into the kiss. I teased his bottom lip with my tongue and delved in when he opened up to me.

“Colin,” I said breathlessly, “If we carry on, I’m going to have to take you on this desk.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” He panted back.

“True.” I leaned forward to kiss him again when a knock at the door interrupted us. Colin quickly stood normally as we both attempted to tidy ourselves up and act calm, not act as though we were dying to fuck each other. Which we did, really. “Yeah?” I called out.

The door opened and Sam from the labs walked in, along with a younger policeman that I only know as Phillips. Both seemed pleased with themselves. “Got a bit of good news for you detective.” Sam gushed. “I managed to print off all the photos that Sherwood had taken from his phone that night. Most of them were dark, but I managed to lighten them up a bit. Ran it through our backlog but nothing came up.” He handed over all the photos, plus a wad of papers. “I also printed off all the texts Sherwood had in his phone, and arranged them into the conversations that they would have been had it been a phone call. There’s also a list of all the phone calls recorded on that phone.”

“Excellent. That’s fantastic Sam.” I complimented him.

“That’s not all sir.” Sam nodded to Phillips.

“Um, myself and officer Thompson went to the club Rubix where Sherwood was last reported being seen by Esten.” Phillips rattled off. “We asked a few of the patrons and the owner if he had seen anyone with Sherwood and he gave a couple of names. We were about to leave when he told us that he had seen a man with Esten the night after, who had been with Sherwood the night he was killed.”

“The same man?” I asked.

“Apparently so.”

“Did you get a name?”

“Yes sir. Gregory Everett Proops.”

“I bet he doesn’t show up in your system though.” Colin stated. Phillips shook his head.

“He doesn’t.”

“So we don’t have a picture.”

“Actually we do sir.” Sam said. “If you look through the photos, he’s in the third, fourth and sixth pictures.”

I quickly skimmed through the pictures and found them. He was a good looking man, Buddy Holly type but with a sense of confidence and intelligence about him. The way he was dressed however, told the viewer all they needed to know about his sexual preferences.

“And here’s the kicker sir.” Phillips informed us. “If you look through the texts, there’s a few from someone whom Sherwood called ‘tight ass at club’.” Phillips gave a little giggle, shared by us all. “Well, it turns out that Proops was a visitor to a few other clubs, including The Attic.” I nodded to show my understanding. I spun round to look at Colin and found him frowning in confusion.

“The Attic’s a pretty heavy place. What happens in there stays in there. Ironically though, it’s underground. It’s got things like whips and chains and the seriously heavy stuff. If you’re not used to it, it can give you a total mind fuck apparently.” I explained. “So what about The Attic?” I asked Phillips.

“Well, as you might know, you need to be a member there. Now usually, their details are kept under lock and key as a few well known people go there who would like it to be kept secret. But since this was a case relating to the serial killer, the owner allowed myself and Thompson to look at Proops’ file.”

“Please tell me that his number on the file matched the one on Sherwood’s phone.”

“Yes sir. “ Phillips smiled.

Colin and I cheered. Finally, we had a suspect that we could arrest and question. Well, we could nearly question him.

“We have to catch him in the act.” I told Colin after we had thanked Sam and Phillips endlessly for their work.

“How do you mean?” Colin asked.

“Well, technically we’ve infringed in Proops’ privacy but checking his file at The Attic. So we need a way to get his phone number from him personally, check it with the one on Sherwood’s phone and bang, we have enough evidence to arrest him for questioning anyway, if not, on suspicion of murder.”

“And how exactly are we going to do that?”

I winked at him before allowing a grin to cover my face. “Do you happen to own any leather garments?” I asked him as innocently as I possibly could, trying to hide the fact that I was now imagining Colin head to toe in leather, and feeling myself getting turned on.

“No.” Colin said slowly. “Why?”

“We’re gonna use your idea.” I gave Colin a minute or so to remember his idea.

He seemed to remember because his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “You want us to go to Rubix?”

I like to think that my smile gave him all the confirmation he needed.