Psychosocial - Chapter 7

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Hey! Sorry I haven't posted in so long, yet again, uni work and work in general, and life too seems to be getting in the way all the time! I wants it to go away!

Anyway, here is Chapter 7 of Psychosocial, completely with lovely banner :D

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.
*NEW!* Beta: The lovely PDGlyph.




Psychosocial - Chapter 7

When we did get home, I ran upstairs to run a bath for Colin and myself. Phillips had phoned me to inform me that tomorrow we were to question Proops as he was refusing to answer to Dicker. I thanked him and hung up. Tonight, I wasn’t going to stress Colin out anymore with talk of work and serial killers. Tonight, I was going to relax him and let him run the evening.
 
I poured the bubble bath in and watched as the bubbles grew and grew. I had had my doubts at the time of buying the bubble bath, but I was quite glad now that I finally had a use for it. I heard footsteps and turned around to find Colin shuffling towards me looking drained. I opened my arms and he fell into them, holding me tightly.
 
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
 
“Apart from the obvious?” Colin mumbled. “I just feel like I’m losing control Ryan. I can’t even go out without feeling that someone is watching me, even at work. Even more at work.”
 
“Do you feel safe here?”
 
He paused. “Yes, mostly.”
 
“Mostly?”
 
Colin pulled back and sighed. “Just something Dicker said.” He mumbled to the ground.
 
I frowned, and tipped his chin up so he could look at me.
 
“He said to me, ‘Do you feel safe staying at Stiles’ house?’. I said that I did, and he smiled at nothing! Nothing! I asked him why he was asking me and he said that he wouldn’t feel safe in my position. And now I just feel so……..”
 
“Lost?”
 
“Yeah, lost. I just feel like I’ve had all my control ripped away from me since I’ve been here.”
 
“Well,” I began, stepping forward and unzipping his jacket, “I’ve decided that you’re going to be in control of the rest of the evening.”
 
Colin grinned at me. “Really?”
 
I nodded. “So tell me your plans.”
 
“We’re going to have a bath, and I’d like you to massage me again. And then, I want you to fuck me.”
 
“Which way?”
 
“Anyway, I don’t care, I just want you and to be with you.” He brought his hands up and pulled off my jacket. “You know, it seems quite a shame that you don’t wear this more often.” He kicked off his own boots, quickly followed by mine. “You look amazing, very intimidating.” His fingers found the bottom of my t-shirt and began lifting it slowly. “What do you think of me in my outfit?” He added rather unsurely.
 
“I wanted to fuck you all night.”
 
“Did you really get jealous?”
 
“Yes.” I answered quickly. “I don’t know why Colin, I’ve never fallen so fast for someone before.”
 
“Me neither.”
 
“I want to say something, but I’m scared of coming across as overly possessive.”
 
“Say it.” I sighed and looked down at the floor. “Ryan. You said that I was in control of the evening. I want to know what you want to say. I won’t run, I won’t leave.”
 
“You’re mine. I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. But I don’t understand it. I’ve not known you for long, but already, I’m imagining being with you for years, hopefully for the rest of my life. But saying this, I sound like a maniac.”
 
Colin silenced me then by capturing my lips with his. I could taste him, my new addiction that I never wanted to lose. He pulled back slightly. “Bath time?” He whispered. I grinned as he stepped back and began undressing himself.
 
Now, contrary to what people may think, I have personally felt that it is always more embarrassing undressing when sex isn’t on the agenda. Well, it was on ours but not right away. There needs to be a huge amount of trust and love between two people to be able to undress in front of each other, unashamed of their bodies. I could tell that Colin was beginning to get a bit nervous. I was myself. There is a huge difference in undressing for sex, and undressing for anything else. Every bit of your body is on display, open to attack. As Colin pulled his tight black t-shirt off to reveal his chest, I had to stop and stare at him in awe. He was simply gorgeous and took my breath away each time.
 
“Your turn.” Colin said. I pulled my own black shirt off. “You said that I’m in control yeah?” I nodded to reaffirm him. “I want you to undress first.” I nodded to show him that I was fine with that and began undoing my leather trousers. I slid them down slowly, hissing as air hit my legs for the first time in hours. Leather trousers really are hugely uncomfortable. I felt myself slightly blush as a certain area of my body became obvious, but one look at Colin settled that. He was looking up and down my entire body, his eyes hungrily taking every inch of me. He reached out and placed one hand on my chest, and began slowly sliding his hands all over me, as though he was experiencing my body for the first time. I placed my own hands on his trousers and began undoing them. He looked into my eyes when I didn’t go any further.
 
“Well?” He said.
 
“I’m waiting for my orders.” I told him. A small smile crossed his face and I could tell that he appreciated me giving him all the control. “Undo the button and the zip, but don’t pull them down just yet.” I done so and placed my hips on his hips, my eyes never leaving his. I felt like he was reading my very soul whenever he looked at me and I didn’t hide a single part of myself. I had had to hide this side of me, my true side at work because there was still a certain amount of homophobia existing in our force, although most hid it well. But with Colin, I could show him me, and not have to hide anything. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and found some sort of confirmation in my eyes because he slid them down slowly. I was already half erect and it took every boring statistic that I had ever read to keep it that way.
 
“Get into the bath.” Colin ordered. I clambered in, the hot water massaging every muscle in my body which felt fabulous. “Look at me.” I did so, watching as Colin took a deep breath and pulled down his leather trousers. I felt my jaw drop when his boxers followed soon after. His body was turning me on, but what made my heart break and then form together again was how obviously uncomfortable he was being on display. I held my hand out and he joined me in the bath, our legs tangled together as we struggled to fit in.
 
“Ryan?”
 
“Yes?”
 
“Can we talk?”
 
I frowned, and felt my heart stop. The line ‘Can we talk?’ had never meant anything good in all my past relationships. I swallowed hard.
 
“Sure.”
 
“It’s a good talk.” Colin assured me.
 
“Oh, right, good.” I grinned nervously.
 
“I just want to know more about you.”
 
“Like what?”
 
“Your childhood. Your family. Why you joined the police. The normal stuff, and then we’ll ease into more dangerous territory.”

“Such as?”
 
“Exes and sexuality.”
 
I smiled at him. “I’m up for it. Just tell me what you want to know.”
 
We sat like that for two hours, just asking each other about our backgrounds. He asked me about my childhood, what it was like being the youngest of five. I asked him what it was like being the oldest of three. He asked me about Seattle, I asked him about Kilmarnock. He asked me about Canada, I asked him about Canada. At some point during the conversation, he had spun round and I had washed him. We lay in that bath for a long time, until the temperature had dropped below comfortable. That night, we lay in bed together, still telling each other everything of our lives, making love until we were both too sore to move. It was only at 3am that we finally cuddled together and fell asleep.
 
The next day we woke up late. Not surprisingly really. We had robbed each other of all our energy and today, we were exhausted. Colin still managed to persuade me into a having a morning quickie before we left for the station at 11. I knew that the day was going to be shit from the moment we both stepped in the door.
 
“Detective Stiles!” A voice boomed. Thomas Dicker came striding down that hall like a bull aiming for a red flag. I wondered briefly if it would be inappropriate for me to come in with a target mark on my back for work.
 
“Yes Sir?” I asked him, putting on a very false air of politeness. That was obvious to everyone, including Dicker himself.
 
“Do you know what time it is Detective?”
 
I checked my watch. “It is half past eleven sir.”
 
“And what time does your shift start?”
 
“Eight thirty sir.”
 
“Do you want to explain to me why you’re both late?!”
 
I shared a quick glance with Colin. He began shaking his head a little from side to side. “No sir, I’d rather not. It’s personal.”
 
I’d never seen a man turn so red so quickly. “In my office Detective, immediately.”
 
I nodded once and moved to follow Dicker to his office. I turned my head and gave a sly wink to Colin. We walked into Dicker’s office and he slammed the door shut before throwing himself into his chair.
 
“Sit.” He motioned to the door opposite his desk.
 
“I’d rather stand.”
 
Dicker sighed. “Detective, let’s face facts. We’ve never liked each other, it’s common knowledge that most people would prefer you in this chair rather than me but well, tough shit, I’m in it. And while I’m in this chair, I am your boss alright? I am at a higher level, have the power to hire and fire and have the respect of the work force. Apart from you. You seem to believe that you are above all that. Let me make it clear to you. You. Are. Not.” I stayed silent. I knew that I was in deep shit and didn’t really want to dig myself into a deeper hole. “You will not see this office as your own Stiles. Not while I still have breath.”
 
“I have never wanted this office Chief. I much prefer my own.” I didn’t say that I was good at keeping my mouth shut.
 
“Detective Stiles, I do not want to suspend you. I won’t deny that we need you on this case, but I cannot put up with your smartass comments much longer. So get some respect for this authority and for me, keep your head and find out who’s going around murdering the fags.”
 
I felt my heart stop when he said that. “What? Fags?!”
 
“Gay people, whatever.” Dicker said, waving his hand.
 
“Sir, I can’t tolerate that kind of prejudice.”
 
“And why not Detective?” He said, smiling slightly. Then I clicked onto it. He wanted to know what was going on with Colin and myself. Well, fuck it. I was sick of hiding it.
 
“Because I am a fag, sir, and we do not take kindly to prejudice and slander.”
 
“We being?”
 
“Who do you fucking think?”
 
Dicker smiled again to himself, and for some reason, it unnerved me. “I knew it. Can you two still work together?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Then go and do your job Detective, and do not disrespect me again. You’re only the best in this district Stiles, do not think that we could not get a replacement.”
 
I stormed out of his office and immediately headed towards my own. I couldn’t spot Colin through my red haze of fury. I threw the door open, slammed it shut and threw myself in my chair.
 
“What did he say?” A quiet voice came from the corner. I looked over and saw Colin standing smoking through my window.
 
“A lot of yelling, threatened to suspend me.”
 
“And?” Colin added.
 
“How did you know that there was something else?”
 
Colin shrugged. “I’m good at my job. What else did he say Ryan?”
 
I sighed. “He said that I should do my job to find out ‘who’s killing the fags’ so I got a bit annoyed and told him that I was one.”
 
“Shit. Did he ask about us?”
 
“Yeah. He asked if we could still work together. Told him yes.”
 
“What a fucking bastard. There’s something about him I don’t like.”
 
“I just…” I began, trying to make sense of my thoughts, “I’ve never liked him, and there’s always been homophobia around here but I never ever thought that it would be coming from him you know?”
 
Colin finished his cigarette and threw the butt out of the window. He walked over to me and began massaging my shoulders. “Just ignore him. We’ll just concentrate on the case, find this sicko and then we’ll make some time for the two of us.”
 
I chuckled. “We already sound like an old married couple.”
 
“I know.” Colin laughed. “But I actually quite like it.”
 
“Me too.” I smiled, leaning into Colin’s massage.
 
“Right,” he suddenly said, clapping my shoulders, “Phillips came in about 2 minutes ago and said that Proops was waiting in Interview Room 1 for us both. He’s still refusing to talk to anyone bar us.”
 
“This should be fun then.” I chirped.
 
We walked along to the interview room, gathering many looks from the officers around us. Some gave us smiles, some frowned in confusion, but a few gave us dirty looks. I scowled back at them all. I was getting sick of the homophobia at work, and I was getting even more sick of having to hide that part of me. If Colin had been a woman, me looking at him and flirting with him would have been no problem, encouraged even. But because he was a man, it was considered sick by a few of them. But fuck them, I didn’t care anymore.
 
We reached the interview room and I stopped Colin before going in. “Col, listen, Proops mustn’t know that there’s anything going on between us.”
 
“I know,” Colin said, adding a small smile, “He’ll use it against you, and with your amazingly short temper, you’ll lose it and your chance with him too.”
 
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re very very good?”
 
“Plenty. I’m not too bad at my job either.” He said with a wink. I laughed and opened the door where Proops sat, still in his leather outfit from the previous night. He was happily smoking away at a cigarette and didn’t seem too concerned with his current predicament. When he saw Colin and myself, he smiled widely.
 
“Hello lovebirds.”
 
“Hello.” Colin said politely. “How you feeling?”
 
“Fantastic. Spending the night in a police cell is my idea of heaven.” Proops sneered. “I was just so disappointed that there was no sodomy. I was dressed for it.”
 
Colin smiled at him, and waited for me to begin. I was wondering how to approach Proops. The way that Colin was acting, we could go for the old good cop, bad cop routine, but I didn’t think it would’ve worked. So instead, I nodded to Colin as a cue for him to continue talking with Proops while I read his file and statement.
 
“So Mr. Proops-” Colin began.
 
“I prefer Greg.” Proops interrupted.
 
“I prefer Mr. Proops.” Colin almost snapped back, keeping his air of politeness and calmness, but showing Proops that he would not tolerate any bullshit. “How often to you go to the clubs?”
 
“Which ones?” Proops snorted. “I go to them all sweetie, and stuff happens there that you would not get your pretty head around.”
 
“Alone?”
 
“Obviously.”
 
“Why?” I interrupted. I had spotted something in Proops’ file that both worried me and intrigued me. “According to your file, you have a partner. You have had one for a very long time. Drew Carey?”
 
“What about Drew?” Proops said quickly. I smiled. We had hit a nerve, a weak point.
 
“Nothing. But why do you go these clubs alone, without your partner? How long have you been together?”
 
“10 years, what is it to you?”
 
“Nothing to me. Why do you go alone?”
 
Proops sighed. “Drew’s sweet, and I love him. But my tastes don’t match his, not anymore. Drew’s into a little S and M, but nothing heavy.”
 
“Does he know that you go alone to these clubs?” Proops said nothing. “Does he know that you’ve been seen with the two latest victims of the serial killer?” Proops’ head shot up, worry filling his eyes. “Oh yes, Proops, you were sighted with both Bradley Sherwood and Charles Esten, the night before they were killed.”
 
“What were you doing with them Mr. Proops?” Colin asked. There was a deliberate difference in the way that Colin and I spoke to Proops. Colin was polite, I wasn’t. People often respond to politeness automatically, even more so if they’ve experience rudeness immediately beforehand. If I was rude, chances were that Proops would respond to Colin’s politeness.
 
“I was trying to pick them up, but that’s all! I picked up Sherwood, but he left with someone else! I swear! I had to buy him two drinks, and he was leading me on, but then went off with someone else!” His voice went higher and louder with every sentence. Finally, we were in his head.
 
“And Charles Esten?” Proops went silent again. I decided to play the bad cop card and just hope that Colin would pick up on my plan. “What about Esten, Proops? Did you take him home huh? Fuck him and kill him? How much does Drew know eh? Is he your accomplice? Does he know everything? Or does he know jack shit? Does he know that you’re out picking up random men every night? I bet he doesn’t.” Proops looked at me, trying to remain silent and steady, but I could see the panic in his eyes. “He doesn’t, does he? What does he think you’re doing?”
 
“Working.” Proops muttered. “He thinks I have work part-time night shifts for some extra money."
 
“He’ll be crushed when he finds out won’t he?” Tears began to form in Proops’ eyes. I felt a bit bad about pushing him that far, but if he was our killer, then I needed to crack him. “Did you kill Bradley Sherwood?”
 
“No!” Greg said, his voice thick with tears.
 
“Did you kill Charles Esten?”
 
“N-no.” He sobbed.
 
“Jeffrey Davis? Sean Masterson? Jonathan Magnum?”
 
“I d-don’t even k-know who t-they a-are!”
 
Colin suddenly interrupted my attack Proops. “Mr. Proops, please listen to me. We need to know exactly what went on the night that you tried to pick up Bradley Sherwood.”
 
“Could I have a drink please?” He spluttered.
 
Colin turned and nodded to me, and I left the room. Proops was responding to Colin more, and if I left, then it was more likely that Proops would spill. I went through to an adjoining room where I could view the room via a one way mirror.
 
“So what happened that night? What did you tell Drew?” Colin asked. It was amazing to watch him work. Everything about him was welcoming. His face was neutral, his arms open, eyes always on Proops, clearly ready to listen.
 
“Told him that I was going out for a long shift, that I might not be home til the morning.”
 
“How often do you ‘work’?”
 
“At first, it used to be two times a week, but now it’s more like five, maybe six.”
 
“Doesn’t he ask about the money that you should be earning?”
 
“No. My grandfather left me quite a large amount of money which is paid monthly, so I pass that off as the money I’m earning.”
 
“And Drew knows nothing?”
 
“No. Well, he’s asked me about it a couple of times. I admitted once that I went to the club, you know, The Attic alone, and he really didn’t like it.”
 
“So what about the night that you met Bradley Sherwood?”
 
“I was ‘working’ again. I saw Brad, he was gorgeous, and I had to have him. Even if he wasn’t into the heavy shit, a simple fuck would have sufficed.”
 
“Who approached who?”
 
“I approached him. I bought him a beer and went up to him. He totally snuffed me because I had bought him a beer. I saw him drinking something with coke, so I took a guess and bought him a vodka and coke. Turns out that it was his favourite drink and things were going well.”
 
“What happened after that?”
 
“Well, we were having fun, dancing and getting to know each other.” Proops winked at Colin to show his true meaning. Before I even realised it, I had folded my arms and was gripping rather tightly. “I went away to the toilet and when I came back, I saw Brad standing with another guy, and he was all over this other guy. He saw me, mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ and that was last I ever saw of him. I got pissed off so I went home.”
 
I took this as my cue to re-enter again, with a cup of water. As I walked in, Proops’ eyes flew to me and his whole body seemed to tense up again. He seemed scared that I would physically harm him. He was right to be scared. Suddenly, outside I heard a commotion.
 
“I’ll look.” I said to Colin and left the room again. I looked the hallway and saw a portly man storming through, oblivious to the poor officers behind him informing him that he couldn’t be here.
 
“Can I help you sir?” I asked him, drawing myself up my full height. It had it’s intended effect as the man stopped and craned his neck to look at me.
 
“Yes. I’m Drew Carey and I believe that my partner’s been taken into custody. I want to know why.”
 
I stared at the man, and felt pity rise through my entire body. He was obviously furious that his boyfriend had been arrested, showing that amount of love that he felt for this man. He seemed a good person, his physical appearance giving off the aura of a jolly man. How was it possible that he was Proops’ obviously better half?
 
“Mr. Carey? If you follow me, I’ll explain as best as I can.”
 
I began walking to my own office, checking behind me at all times that Carey was following me. If he left, then I was in trouble. But I was damn sure that nothing was going to be as bad as explaining to someone that the person that they’ve shared the last ten years of their life with, might, in fact be a serial killer.