Chapter Thirteen #2
“Maybe the next vacation, or this one, when I disregard your worries about going to jail and blow you anyway. I can make that fantasy happen. There’s always a cop around.”
He snorted, and then leaned over and kissed his man. It was soft, gentle, and only frustrated the fuck out of Ethan, who had a sore dick, and wanton need for some fuckery.
There was no doubt that he was going to die from the need to be taken.
It had him by the balls.
Literally.
When he broke the kiss, he stared into his eyes.
“How about you take Corbin’s notes and research that dark club so we can see how dark it really is.
Then, we can go from there. My kind of dark is private rooms and sex.
Corbin’s idea is using all the dark colored crayons in the coloring book.
BIG difference. I know he showed us the website, but there was nothing on it but goth-y vibes. ”
He laughed.
Clearly, someone was feeling better if he was busting Corbin’s ass and the man wasn’t even there.
That was for sure.
“On it,” he said. “Don’t feel guilty about Corbin helping us before. He’s a grown adult, and his man will keep him safe.”
That wasn’t a lie.
“Okay, handsome,” Gene said, as he pulled back onto the road, and they kept driving.
The car was silent for a few minutes, until Ethan found what Gene was interested in.
“Okay, I’m back on the website. There are hyperlinks hidden all over the page. If you roll your mouse over them, they reveal things.”
Cute.
If you weren’t an investigator who chased cuckoos who got into shit like that and killed people for their Lord, Satan—or whoever they worshipped.
That was a rodeo Gene never liked.
“Anyway,” Ethan said, scrolling and checking the hyperlinks, “it’s a bar with religious undercurrents, but not just Voodoo,” he said. “A lot of the things in there are Catholic. Oh, look. You should feel at home in there.”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Uh, I’m comfortable at a place of worship, but not at that kind of a church. Is it legitimately in an old stone church?” he asked, seeing the pictures.
Ethan nodded.
“Yeah, and they definitely renovated the inside. They kept the stained glass window of Lucifer falling from Heaven, and the altar area is now the bar. That’s gotta be wrong in some religion,” he joked.
Gene knew it was.
In his.
“I’m going to pretend it’s all a gimmick, so I don’t get possessed or whatever shit is going on around there.”
Blackhawk snorted.
“Oh, no, don’t get possessed, so I have to tie you to the bed and shove a sacred item in your ass to chase away the demons.”
Gene looked over at him.
“Why do I want that to happen? What’s wrong with me?”
Ethan just shook his head.
And kept going through the pictures.
“Oh, look. It’s spooky inside, but not like we normally encounter. Nope. I stand on my original assessment. This isn’t going to be tied to it. This killer is trying to point us away from the obvious. We just need to stay focused.”
He hoped he was right.
“How do you know?”
Ethan pointed.
“Upside down pentagrams, that symbol of the three goddesses, maid-mother-and crone? There’s so much stuff you could buy online. Call me crazy, but if you’re going to be a true practitioner of Voodoo, aren’t you using more organic things like gris-gris bags, chicken bones, and blood?”
Gene was listening.
“Uh, health code violations?”
Ethan explained.
“It’s just the ordinary symbols and nothing weird. The ones on the victims match up with nothing in this club—minus the evil eye, but most religions have an evil eye. It’s not exclusive to one.”
Okay, he had a point.
Gene felt a little better.
“It’s too much. The person who killed the three men wanted us to stumble down this rabbit hole. I bet it’s a trap, too.”
Oh, well, now he really was glad they were ALL going there together.
Then again, the four of them found a body together, so…
For Gene, talking it out helped. He was far less twitchy.
“Well, we’re having date night at the converted church that’s now a place called Dark Spirits. I hope that gets my man all hot and bothered in a ‘I hope we make it out without a possession’ kind of a way.”
He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“There’s a drink called the Vampire’s Erection. It’s served in a tall glass and tastes like…”
He stopped him.
“Don’t. I don’t want to know. I mean, I do want to know, but then I’ll be thinking about it. You don’t happen to have a vampire kink, do you?”
Ethan stared into his eyes, and gave him the grin.
“Yeah, but in them, I’m the vampire.”
Oh, Jesus, save him.
He was going to Hell because he was thinking truly dirty things about his man.
After licking his lips, he pulled into a driveway, and fortunately, they’d reached their destination.
“We’re here,” he said, parking at the curb.
But it was too late.
He was thinking about sex.
It was clear who had more control, and it wasn’t him.
Not.
Even.
Close.
When Ethan closed the laptop, Gene moved quickly, catching him off guard. He grabbed him by the hair, yanking him across the center console, and to his mouth.
There, he brutalized him with a kiss. It was when his hand slid up under Ethan’s shirt to torment his sore nipples that the man’s body bucked.
Yeah, he liked catching him off guard.
Sue him.
It was fun.
When Ethan whimpered, and tried to reposition himself to straddle his body in that seat, he was set free, and even more frustrated than he’d been before.
He was breathing heavily, and staring at Gene with lust in his eyes.
“Wrong. I’m the vampire, Tala. Control means me being allowed to tell you when and how we’re going to fuck. You can flirt, but you’ll never get it when you do that. I’m in charge, Tala. Remember it.”
Holy.
Shit.
Ethan couldn’t think. His body was on fire, and Gene wasn’t a vampire.
He was the Devil.
And Blackhawk liked it.
Honestly, he was so turned on that he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be fucked in the worst way, and by this man.
“Say it,” Gene ordered.
“Yes, Daddy,” he offered.
Gene smiled at him.
“It’s coming,” he said. “Well, I’m cumming. You’re going to be incredibly frustrated by the time we call it a night. Blue balls will be an understatement tonight while we’re at Dark Spirits. Trust and believe, my sexy fuck toy.”
Oh, Ethan had news for him.
He was already sporting a pair of them.
And they ached for release.
“Come along, Tala,” he said, opening his car door, and getting out.
Ethan obeyed, and did the same thing, as he fell into step beside Gene.
Someone was sadistic, and he loved him that way.
At the door, they knocked, not sure if he lived with someone or alone.
They hoped to find out if the man was with someone so they could get more information.
Fingers were crossed.
When no one answered, that was a good sign that they were going to be able to look around. Once they did, they’d figure out if a tech team needed to head there.
Around back, they arrived at the back door. Gene checked to see if it was open, and it wasn’t.
It was locked.
“Get on your knees, Ethan.”
The man looked hopeful, and horny. As soon as he opened his mouth, to say anything, Gene disappointed him.
“And pick the lock.”
Son.
Of.
A.
Bitch.
That was not the last part he wanted to hear when it followed ‘get on your knees’.
Open your mouth.
Swallow my cock.
Let me fuck your face…
They were the words he wanted, and his face must have shown the disappointment.
It amused his Top.
Greatly.
“Again, Tala, I’m going to be the one who decides the where and when. You’re not going to have that option. You wanted training, and I’m going to make you see what a bottom needs.”
Oh, Ethan knew what he needed and wanted.
It was pretty simple.
To.
Be.
Fucked.
Instead of saying anything, he got to his knees, and pulled out his wallet. Inside, there were the makings of a lock-picking kit.
As he played with the lock, he kept glancing up at his partner.
Oh, and Gene knew what he wanted. What Ethan didn’t understand was that he was inches from fucking his mouth, bending him over, and taking his ass.
Only, one of them had to have self-control, and it was almost neither of them at that point.
Instead of instant gratification, Gene wanted to surprise him.
And he knew what he would do.
Just not now.
“It’s open,” Ethan said, standing up once he’d finished the task at hand.
The whole time, Gene was trying not to be amused. His mate was so disappointed that he couldn’t get him to do something inappropriate.
Well, that was coming.
Bet.
On.
It.
As Gene pushed the door open, he saw the shit all over the place, and knew that they would absolutely be having some of the FBI morgue techs heading there to check the place out for trace.
Why?
Someone tossed it.
Immediately, he pulled his gun, and knew that they had a problem. Someone had been here before them, and not only had they gotten there, but they ransacked the place.
Yeah, this was definitely not going to be religiously based. This killer was either covering his or her tracks, or looking for something that the man had.
But what?
That was the question.
And hopefully, they got some answers.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Across San Juan
Same Time
Lunch Break
When Gene and Ethan sent him off duty, he was more than happy to oblige.
Oh, Corbin knew it was for his ‘own good’, but that didn’t matter to him.
The last thing he wanted was to be in danger—not that he wanted that for his friends, but they could hold their own.
He couldn’t.
Not yet.
And he also had to worry about Will, too.
It wasn’t like he wasn’t here with him, and potentially in harm’s way. The conversation at the FBI office did little to make Corbin feel more relaxed.
In the back of his mind, he was grateful that both Gene and Ethan didn’t want him helping on this one.
If he did, that put the bullseye on him and Will. The bottom line was Corbin wasn’t in a good place when it came to defending himself.
He needed to be protected, and Will too.
So bless his friends.
He loved them.