Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]
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				Title: <strong>Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 22:43:50</strong>
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				"He's dead, Leo, he's..." Chiyo pitched forwards onto her knees, and it was only Leo's hands flashing out that kept her from collapsing completely. She was about seven months pregnant, wearing a neat pink dress that was stretched tight over her bulging belly, shoulders quaking. He knew she didn't mean the father of her child - they didn't know who that was - but Mikey. Mikey had been missing for a few days. He'd been a prostitute, about seventeen years old, good looking. He'd been a soccer player but after a torn knee and some drug problems he'd ended up homeless and realized that selling himself had been easier than begging, and he'd done well for himself. Last they'd heard, he was headed over to a swanky neighborhood, and he'd never called them.<br><br>Leo wrapped his arms around Chiyo, giving her a tight hug, eyes tracing the ceiling. "Where'd they find him?" <br><br>Chiyo mumbled something, an address, and Leo gently handed her over to another friend before leaving out the front door of the club that was shut down for the day. Chiyo was the club owner's mistress, a pretty little thing, and had been a friend of Leo's since he'd been a pretty young kid. <br><br>He paused at the mirror to look at himself.<br><br>He couldn't cry. He couldn't bring himself to cry, not with the rage building up. How dare he? How dare he (or she, but he assumed it was a he) go around murdering them? They were prostitutes, whores, but...they didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve to die like that, to be slaughtered and hunted down when they were just trying to deal with whatever it was that had driven them to selling their bodies in the first place. Mikey hadn't deserved it. <br><br>Leo stared at himself in the mirror, seeing that all the color had drained out of his face. He was tall, slim, muscles finely toned, lending him a panther-like grace that was far more predatory than the average prostitute. His eyes were grey - or blue, it was hard to tell and they seemed to go even paler with his rising rage - framed by an impossibly thick fringe of sooty black lashes that leant him an unintentionally sultry look. His full lips were pressed into a hard, thin line. His mother was Japanese, father Swiss, though both had been dead for a long time. He'd gotten his mother's high cheekbones, her proud features, but his father's cold, cool looks, with the delicate nose and full lips, his father's height. His legs seemed to go on for miles, and he'd only accentuated that with soft, inky black calfskin leather pants, a somewhat sheer black shirt with a faint pinkish pattern overlaid on it, breezy in the hot, sticky air. <br><br>His black boots tapped a faint pattern on the sidewalk as he hailed a cab. Minutes later he was out at the crime scene. The cops tried to grab him but he ducked under the tape, body lithe, sleek enough that they missed him. His black hair was falling in front of his eyes, and his face lost what little color it had when he saw the body. A cop grabbed him and he tried to jerk out, but his eyes were blazing, slim body barely restrained by the cop. <br><br>The cop dragged him back, "You can't be here. You can't just storm onto a crime scene, who do you think you are to-"<br><br>"I'm his friend!" Leo's raspy voice cracked, then, and he allowed himself to be yanked back. He was sat down on the bumper of a police car, and a detective came up to question him. <br><br>Leo had gone icy, though, once again. His pride showed; he wouldn't be broken by some cop. He sealed his lips, giving terse, one-word answers. He kept glancing towards where the body was, "Why the hell haven't you caught him?" He hissed, and the cop took a step back, alarmed by the vehemance in the young man's voice. <br><br>Leo got himself under control, then, taking in a deep breath. Smooth, sleek, and nowhere as soft or drugged as the other prostitutes, it was easy to see why he was one of the top whores in Miami.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 23:53:49</strong>
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				Kevin looked through his dark bangs. He had kept meaning to get his hair cut. He was angry. No one understood his anger, his rage. He shoved the bangs out of his way and snapped another photo. He hated having to be the one that photographed the newest crime scene in the serial killer case he had dubbed 'The Whore Slashings',&nbsp; though that description wasn't entirely accurate. 'No,' he chuckled to himself. 'They are so much more than that. They are art.' This thought made Kevin even angrier. His anger rising he knew he had to step out for a minute.<br><br>He looked at Horatio and mumbled something. He was so full of hate. He wasn't bothered by the fact that the victims were all male prostitutes nor&nbsp; the gruesome way they died. What he hated was that the others failed to recognize the beautiful work he had done. They failed to see how perfect everything was laid out. It should have been an open close case, had he not made it difficult to solve. For each murder they had a weapon, always laid next to the victim. It was a sort of mocking slap in the face. It was his way of saying, "You can not catch me." Each victim was lying down as if they had died peacefully in their sleep. But he knew better; he knew that they had spent hours in agonizing pain.<br><br>He stepped around the corner, almost running into Calleigh. His face was flushed from the anger. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked him. He snapped his head up.<br><br>"I just need to take a minute, I don't think…" he paused, bringing his hand to his mouth. To Calleigh it appeared as if he was going to be sick; to him it was a ploy. It was the only way he knew he could catch some fresh air without being scolded. Calleigh stepped out of his way and he waltzed through the front door.<br><br>He was looked over, past the crime scene tape. A cop was pulling someone back behind the tape. He looked away and took a deep breath in. "I'm his friend," the man was yelling. The cop sat him down on the bumper of his car. Kevin stepped around the side of the house. As cold as he was, he couldn't help but feel a twang of guilt when the friends or family of the victim appeared. He walked the perimeter of the house, making sure to snap a picture here and a picture there.&nbsp; He knelt down by a bush that seemed to have been disturbed. He looked carefully at the branches. He snapped a photo, making sure to get the broken twigs in the picture. He stood up. The bush was right in the path of a window.<br><br>He snapped a picture of the window sill. He set his camera down and pulled out his dusting kit. He looked back over to the cop. He hadn't noticed the strong yet subtle facial features of the victim's friend before. His dark hair seemed plastered against his face and his bluish eyes stared out toward the body. His muscles appeared strong. Kevin's mind was in a whirl. The man was obviously a prostitute, but how had Kevin missed him? He turned away, trying to refocus on his job. <br><br>He stole one more glance in the direction of the man before he stepped around the corner. He used the&nbsp; technique he had learned in anger management class. He had to calm his racing heart down. He inhaled and thought once more about the bush. He turned the corner and finished taking the prints off the window sill. He scolded himself for allowing the man to distract him from his job. He was glad Horatio hadn't caught him. He searched his mind, his brow in a furrow. He hadn't gotten near the bushes, and he knew for sure he hadn't used the window to get in or out of the house. Perhaps this would give him the chance to pin the murders on someone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 00:18:35</strong>
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				The cop in front of him tried to ask him something and then Leo got up, turning away. He glanced over his shoulder, looking back at the scene, drinking everything in. He was slim - the cop in front of him was bulky, muscle on muscle, while Leo was a few steps away from delicate, but he had an aura that made it clear it wouldn't be a good idea to take him on in a fight. The sun was going down, sinking below the horizon, painting the whole area golden and red. The light caught the side of Leo's face, making the high cheekbones look all the more exotic, long, slim fingers hooking in his belt-loops. The cop asked him something else and he&nbsp; murmured his monosyllabic replies, but he flared up again when asked if he would have had any reason to fight with Mikey.<br><br>"Fight him? You think that <em>I</em> killed him? Why? Because he was competition?" Leo's words came out as sharp, jabbing hisses. The cop didn't seem to like his tone and though it was fairly clear that Leo didn't have anything to do with the crime, he gestured Leo forwards. <br><br>"Hey, Kevin, can you fingerprint him? So if they find anything they can compare them." The cop's dull eyes showed that he was hardly the brightest crayon in the box.<br><br>Leo's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Kevin, then away again as though he were about as insignificant as a flea.<br><br>"This is ridiculous." <br><br>"We can take you downtown, if you don't want to cooperate. Y'know, plus, you stormed onto a crime scene. Gotta be able to rule you out." The cop seemed to be trying to appease Leo, to placate his icy anger. Leo's eyes were narrowed, features proud, and he finally forced a smirk.<br><br>"Fine. But let's be quick about it - I have to get to work." <br><br>The cop smirked, then, "Work?" <br><br>Leo's eyes narrowed and it seemed probably that he would teach the man a lesson until he turned his face away, shoulders tight, but then he looked back at Kevin once more. His eyes grazed up Kevin's frame but he seemed not to find anything particularly notable, or at least he didn't seem to focus on him, instead looking back towards the house where his friend lay, cold, dead. <br><br>Leo bit his bottom lip hard, finally releasing it when he came close to drawing blood, looking down at his hands. They were pale, long fingered, almost delicate. He had on a silver ring on the third finger of his right hand, carved intricately. He glanced back up at the house again, then. The sticky, humid air swept past them, sending his hair ruffling about his face, a hint of expensive cologne coming as well. <br><br>He extended a hand to Kevin, though the disdainful curl of his lip showed that he didn't think very much of having his fingerprints taken. He didn't want to press his fingers to the ink pad and then to the paper, or to get his hands dirty at all. Not until he found the killer. Not until he could get his hands dirty with the killers blood and teach him a lesson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 02:05:30</strong>
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				Kevin heard his name called and looked up. He had just finished taking the prints off the window sill. The man he had been admiring earlier was standing, back facing house. The cop was motioning him over. Kevin tagged the prints and put them into an evidence bag. He walked over to the cop. "What's up?" he asked.<br><br>"He stepped into the crime scene. I need you to take his prints." Kevin hated when cops thought they knew what was important for the investigation.&nbsp; He watched as the man looked him over. Kevin knew he wasn't the buffest, he also wasn't the smallest. He was average height and had packed on a few extra pounds but he wasn't fat. He had been trying to get to the gym three times a week to work on his upper body strength; however it always seemed he was on a case and couldn't make it. Not that his vest made his look anything close to appealing. He grabbed a fresh card out and an ink pad out of his kit.<br><br>"Hi, I'm Kevin," he forced the words out trying to hide his rising want for the man. He took the man's hand, making sure to be gentle. He pressed the left first finger into the ink pad then onto the card. He looked into the man's eyes. He was mistaken at first, assuming that he had blue eyes. It was clear to Kevin that he had more gray eyes. He thought it accented his almost Asian features better.<br><br>Kevin looked back down, now almost finished with the printing. "Do you have a name?" He almost immediately regretted his word choice. Of course he had a name. Kevin felt the blood rush to his face. He drew a pen out of his shirt pocket and turned away. He leaned against the hood of the police car waiting to write the name in the space.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 02:47:25</strong>
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				Leo didn't even bother looking at Kevin until he introduced himself, spreading his fingers out, long and thin. His left wrist had a bit of faint bruising, wrapped around the edges of his wrists, and given his profession it was likely from a rope or some sort of tie. He was slim, maybe two inches shorter than Kevin, but he had a decidedly willowy appearance. He barely looked at the other man, raising an eyebrow slightly when the other man introduced himself as Kevin. He looked down at his hand, suspended against the other man's, his own skin soft and fingertips cool. <br><br>He watched, seemingly curious, as his fingerprint was pressed into the pad. "Well. Now that you all have suitably wasted my time, I'm going to go to work." He smoothed his shirt and looked down the street, hoping that he'd be able to catch a cab back to the area he'd be working in later that night. <br><br>"And yes, <em>Kevin</em>, my name is Leo. Leo Suzuki." He'd taken his mother's last name because after his father's death, she'd raised him until he was four, and when she'd died that had been the only name the orphanage had been able to find. <br><br>"And now, since no one else seems willing to look for the killer, I'm going to go do it myself." By continuing his work, looking for clues, scouting out new clients. He was resilient - he wasn't like most of the gay young men who were soft, who broke almost immediately. He would find the killer, fight him, destroy him. He would rip the ground from under the killer, tear the fabric of his universe asunder. He swore it to himself. He tossed one last glance over his shoulder, looking at the house, then back at Kevin, who was still holding his fingerprint card.<br><br>He shrugged slightly, smirking as the sun sank below the horizon, sliding into the cab and folding one impossibly long leg over the other. <br><br>He murmured an address - where all the swankiest clubs were, and his clients would mingle - and the cab sped off. In the darkness, the nightlife of Miami merged and shifted, and he paid the cabbie with some crisp bills, slipping out in front of the hottest club in Miami. Pulse was hard to get into and even harder to be noticed in unless you were beautiful - which, luckily, he was. He slid past the bouncer and settled himself on a barstool, ordering vodka with a twist of lemon. Sharp, cold - he'd drink to numb himself before he did his business. He'd get enough to pay his cellphone bill and after that he'd see if he could find someone, anyone who had a clue as to who was doing these killings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 09:45:04</strong>
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				Kevin jotted down Leo's name on the card. He jammed it in an evidence bag. He was furious with himself. How could he have been so stupid? He chided himself as he jammed his pen back into his pocket. He set Leo's prints next to the ones he pulled off the window. Horatio stepped out, sliding his sunglasses over his eyes. "I think we have everything here Kevin. Why don't you meet us back at the lab?" He turned and looked toward Leo.<br><br>Kevin shut the trunk to his SUV a little harder than he intended to. Horatio looked back at him. At the same time Calleigh stepped out. She touched Kevin's shoulder and he shied away from it. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked.<br><br>He grimaced at her words. No, he wasn't okay. He was angry at the way the little whore Leo had spoken to him. He hadn't failed to notice the faint bruising around his wrists. To Kevin it was a sure sign that he could dominate Leo; which angered him. 'I will make him mine,' he thought. 'And I will make him pay. How dare he insinuate that he would be able to catch me!?' His eyes lifted and met Calleigh's. "Yeah, I'm just used to driving the other one, the one that sticks. You know which one I mean," he added a slight chuckle to the end of his statement. Calleigh nodded, and then walked toward Horatio.<br><br>Kevin slid into the driver's seat of his black SUV. He let out a sigh of relief. That had been too close of a call. He pulled it into gear and took off. He made note of which direction Leo's cab had taken and slowly proceeded to follow it. He wasn't exactly in a big hurry to get back to the lab, but he wasn't exactly going to go out of his way either. When Leo's cab turned down 47th street and headed toward the East District it all began to come together in Kevin's mind. "Of course I have never seen him. I was looking in the wrong place," he said out loud. He continued forward through the intersection. Now that he knew the general vicinity that Leo would be, he would be able to seek him out. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 00:46:00</strong>
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				Leo picked up his cellphone, texting Chiyo to make sure that she was okay, asking if she'd heard anything. The answer was negative, and after downing a sizable amount of freezing cold vodka, he licked his lips. He glanced around the club - a few of his regular clients were watching him with hungry eyes, hoping that Leo would come over to them. He didn't meet their eyes, though, careful not to encourage them. He didn't want them tonight. He wanted to find someone who was dangerous, someone he generally tried to avoid, particularly because the man was about as jealous as a man could be.<br><br>Catching Yuri's eye, he made his way over to the tall man. He wasn't particularly good looking, but he was big, built like an ox. He'd been raised in Russia and made his money selling weapons to up and coming gangsters and their friends for huge sums of money. Considering most of the illegal guns that had been used in homicides in Miami had come and gone through him, he was quite high on the Miami Dade Police Department watchlist. <br><br>"Yuri." <br><br>"So, you've decided to come and play with me, eh, Leo?" Yuri's voice was low and rough, as though he'd been sucking on gravel. Leo's smile was dangerous, slim frame creeping forwards to come and settle himself next to Yuri, thigh brushing the other man's for just a second. <br><br>"I need information." <br><br>The rest of the night went as usual - flashes of pale, soft flesh, the tight ropes on his wrists, the hiss of breath as he was taken. Leo focused on the feel of his body under Yuri's, but did his best not to think too much about it. It was what came after that he needed. <br><br>When Yuri was undoing the ropes on his wrists, leaning over him, touching Leo's cheek to make sure he was still fully there, Leo turned his face away and sat up slowly. "Tell me about the murders. What've you heard?"<br><br>Yuri sighed, "I thought I'd get at least a little pillow talk. If that's what you want, though-"<br><br>"It is." No silly talks about how he could be a kept boy, how he could (and, in Yuri's opinion, should) be a kept boy. "What've you heard?"<br><br>"He's good. No clues. No nothing...leaves the murder weapon, but no way to figure out who he is. Probably someone who knows a fair amount about crime...he doesn't leave anything that would make it easy to catch him. Are you sure you should be out on the street? I know he's working the West district and you work the East, but..."<br><br>Leo shrugged off Yuri's concern and took the stack of twenties, flicking through them. Six hundred - it was generous for just a few hours being tied up to a headboard, moaning someone else's name. He tucked it into his waistband as he slipped into the tight leather pants, and then waved goodbye to Yuri, catching a cab back to the East District. <br><br>A few days went by without much change - it was hard to find out anything about the killer, even the slightest clue. He was growing increasingly frustrated, and had started going outside of clubs, clinging to corners in the expensive district, searching the eyes of people who came up to him. Maybe he'd find him. He had a knife in his boot, just in case, and he wanted to carve the killer up. <br><br>He told himself that he shouldn't care, but he had friends in the West District. The thought of having his friends being caught and hurt made him a bit reckless.<br><br>He even sought out a cop - a handsome young man named Tyler, or something. He was a braggart, but he gave information with his pride, and with a few good turns of Leo's tongue. It drove Leo mad to be around him but it was what he needed. He needed to coax those answers out of him, those little clues. <br><br>Tyler even bragged about it - quietly, but where Kevin could overhear, about a whore with grey eyes and dark hair and a tongue as good as sin, who was looking for the killer himself. Tyler was trying to make it sound as though he planned to solve the crime by getting information from Leo, but it was clear as day that it was the other way around. <br><br>On a Friday night, a bit later, and he was wearing a pair of black leather pants again, skin-tight, clinging to his ass, and a simple black shirt that was buttoned up but was mostly sheer. Everyone in the club was drunk, and Leo was lingering in the hallway near the emergency exit, smoking a cigarette, eyes a bit glassy with liquor and cocaine. It was a bad habit, he knew, but everyone had their own demons. He had a cellphone in hand, taking in a deep inhalation of smoke, pale eyes narrowed at the faint light of the screen. He wondered if the police had made any progress. He'd place a complaint soon, he decided, just to have it on record that they weren't doing anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 07:42:00</strong>
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				Kevin sat listening to the others. A few times a week he was ordered to come here. A while back he had gotten into trouble by punching a suspect.&nbsp; He had been angry. He felt this anger every day since then. To him, it was really when he snapped. He took a month off of work, thinking that perhaps spending time away would help. It only increased his anger. Then, when the courts demanded that he take anger management, and go to group therapy, he acted out. What deep inner issue made him a ticking time bomb? That was what the courts wanted to hear. "So Kevin how was your week?" the therapist said, interrupting his thoughts.<br><br>"Well," he started. "We are still working on the case of the prostitutes dying. We haven't gotten any further in the investigation. And now it seems like one of the lab workers has started a torrid affair with a potential suspect."<br><br>"And how does this make you feel?" Kevin looked up. How did it make him feel? Jealous? Yeah, he was jealous. He though it over for a moment. It had been too long since he had last killed. 'Tonight will be a good night to renew my taste of blood.' He thought.<br><br>"Jealous." He told the therapist. The rest of the session went on without a hitch. Kevin was eager to get out of the small cramped room. He watched the setting sun and headed East. He wanted to know just where Leo had been hanging out. Though from what Tyler mistakenly bragged about, Leo didn't hang around one spot for too long. At the light Kevin flipped a U-Turn. West would be far easier to find a victim to satisfy his hunger. He pulled into a club a few minutes later. <br><br>He walked inside and took in the sights. There standing in the corner seemed to be the perfect opportunity to see what made Kevin feel alive. He walked over, unclean eyes watching him. He saw Leo standing there but when he approached it was someone completely different. Kevin knew that he was 'his' type.<br><br>"What's your name?" he asked.<br><br>"Tom, what's yours?" Tom replied, rubbing Kevin's chest.<br><br>"Have you seen anyone with grey eyes? He might be competition."<br><br>"You must be looking for Leo. Uh-huh, I haven't seen him around in a while. But maybe I could help you."<br><br>Kevin grabbed the man's arm and led him to his car. He sat Tom down, making sure to rub against him to ensure that they had a mutual understand of what was going to take place. Kevin sat down in the driver's seat and pulled out. He headed toward the docks, where the best warehouses were.<br>Kevin smiled at Tom. He sure was going to have fun tonight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 01:45:40</strong>
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				Leo was busy - he'd seen Tom that night, but hadn't thought anything of him leaving with a customer. That was, afterall, what they did. Leo planned on getting blind drunk - it was one of his only nights off. He had a self-enforced rule about having nights off every once in a while - it was madness to work all the time. He couldn't sell his body twenty four seven...he'd kill himself if he did. He tossed back a sip of ice-cold vodka, smiling slightly as it slid down his throat. Setting the empty glass down, he slid off of his seat. <br><br>A rare-enough client had come into the bar. He was young, the up and coming lawyer everyone wants to score. He used Leo - the others, he'd told Leo, were too dirty for him. Too typical. He liked Leo's exotic features. <br><br>Leo slipped out of the club a few feet behind Kevin, not knowing who he was following. <br><br>He took a left where Kevin led Tom right, sliding into the car with John, the lawyer.<br><br>John gave Leo some cocaine, immediately, to placate him. He gave him an even larger dose than was necessary, enough that he was so blasted he didn't really know what was going on. Leo realized that later, when he woke up.<br><br>When he woke up alone, in a hotel room, in pain. <br><br>There had been a second man, he remembered, vaguely. Someone that wasn't supposed to have been there. His legs hurt - his whole body hurt, really. His jaw was clicking upleasantly when he opened it. He could see a bright light over him - what the hell was this? Things came back slowly. First it was the feeling of his being shifted onto something that rolled, and then sound.<br><br>Sound came back in a rush, hitting him hard. He could hear some Chinese hotel owner terrified that someone had died in their hotel, feel someone smoothing a blanket over him. Was he on a gurney?<br><br>Things came and went in flashes. When he was finally lucid, thanks to an IV full of vitamins and some sort of drug that he was told cleared out his system, he was informed by an officer that he'd been raped, and beaten. They wanted to know who had done it to him. <br><br>He'd always known that John had liked things rough and that he'd tossed him around a bit, but maybe...well, he'd heard rumors that John had fallen in with a bad crowd. He'd asked Leo if he'd be willing to sleep with some guy - a criminal, he figured, a murderer - to make up for something John had done. He knew he should have paid more attention, not just rejected it outright. <br><br>He'd had things like this happen before, though, and he'd deal with it. He'd get some friends to find John, teach him a lesson about what happened when he hurt Leo. He'd call Yuri.<br><br>He was helped out of the bed by an officer but he shook him off - he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He had a blue bruise spreading up and down the side of his left cheekbone and forehead where he'd been hit, and his hips ached like hell. He was having a bit of trouble standing straight but with his pride, he refused to accept any help. <br><br>He was brought into the station, where the police tried to wheedle a statement out of him, as to who did this. Leo remained stony, giving sardonic, sarcastic answers but nothing that they could use. <br><br>Calleigh came out, passing Kevin, sighing. "He's not giving us anything we can use. I think he wants to rely on street justice - take care of it himself. Can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped," she said softly, but looked over her shoulder at Leo, who was spinning a pen on his fingers, full lips pursed. Calleigh looked at Kevin, "Can you go in and get his prints and information? We don't have in in the system. He hasn't been charged with prostitution yet, so we need to get his information. Especially with the killer going around. Thanks, Kevin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 06:04:46</strong>
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				Kevin looked up to see Calleigh talking to him.&nbsp; He looked behind her. Sitting in the chair was none other than Leo. Kevin's heart almost skipped a beat. He looked up at her. "You mean Leo Suzuki?" Calleigh nodded.<br><br>"I took his prints a while back; he had crossed the crime scene tape. They should be on record. I can try and pull them up if you want." Kevin stated. Calleigh looked at him. She knew that he batted for the other team, though she had never said anything. It was as if she could tell that Kevin liked him. He sat up a little straighter, spoke a little clearer, and even seemed to blush a little. "How about you go and try to talk to him." she told Kevin.<br><br>Kevin sat in silence. Had she really just asked him that? He pondered for a moment. Perhaps he could use that time to figure out where Leo had been hanging out, where he frequented, and whether or not he would be the final candidate. He stood up, the world moving in slow motion. He became lost in thought and practically walked into the door instead of through it. He sat down at the table across from Leo.<br><br>He took in the sight of the blue-grey eyed man once more. His features, now ruined by the unsightly bruise across his face, were still exotic. His hair was almost more perfect, now that he had a more rugged street look. Kevin looked down at the paperwork in front of him. The paper had some doodles, nothing more. He flipped the page over and started a new set of notes. He jotted Leo's name down, in big bold letters. He could feel the tension in the room and part of him wanted to hide. No one had ever made Kevin feel like Leo had. Could he be a partner in crime, living to hunt? Or was he just another victim waiting to be sliced up? The clock ticked and the phone outside the room ring. He knew it was not going to be an important call. He licked his lips, both in anticipation of finally getting to talk to Leo again, and to try and catch Leo's attention. He wasn't going to play coy, not anymore.<br><br>"Hey, I'm Kevin. I don't suppose you remember me, but if you do, I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. I meant no offense in asking for your name. If there was anything you wanted to tell me about what happened, I'm listening." Kevin paused. 'How was he going to get Leo to talk?'<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 01:42:17</strong>
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				Leo looked up at the ceiling above him - it was white, and provided a bit of relief from the golden glare of the sun pouring in around him. The glass windows that made the building so modern and beautiful unfortunately also made the room incredibly open to light, something that a night-life-liver like Leo didn't particularly enjoy. He used the pads of two fingers to gently press against his bruise, the coolness of his skin providing a bit of relief. <br><br>He glanced up at the other man when he came in and one perfect brow arched.<br><br>He immediately looked sarcastic, skeptical as the other man sat down. "Yes," he said, "I remember you. And don't flatter yourself. I was upset that my friend was dead." <br><br>He leant back, then finally took a sip of the water in front of him, lips quirking into a faint smirk that was cold and brittle as glass.<br><br>"And you all still haven't found the killer. Why should I tell you anything? What would possibly make me confident that you'd even do anything about it, other than drag me into court to let me humiliate myself and then let the guy who did this," he gestured at his face, at his clearly sore hips, "Go?" He took another slow sip of water and then crossed one leg over the other, barely hiding a wince as he did so. <br><br>"Tell me about <em>you</em>." His voice was cool, smooth, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he leant forwards, "Are you a cop, or a CSI? What exactly are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 22:53:17</strong>
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				"Okay, you want to talk about me, I can do that." Kevin hoped that this would help Leo open up to him. "I am a CSI, and like most CSIs I am also a cop. This allows me to carry a gun in the field, though personally," he paused, "I don't much care for guns."<br><br>Kevin watched Leo for any sign of connection. He looked at his note pad and put it down. He wasn't going to get much information from Leo today. He set his pen on top of the pad. He looked to the glass. He knew that Horatio was watching, and what he was about to do could cost him his job. He also knew that CSI needed to relate to victims to get information, and use that as evidence for their ever expanding case load.<br><br>He sat up straight and shifted slightly closer to Leo. "Just between me and you, I think you are right." He leant back. "I am not sure, but perhaps your case is linked to the others. Maybe the person that did this to you is toying with you. Maybe he is going to strike again and maybe its going to be you." Kevin lied through his teeth. He knew that the killer had taken an interest in him, but not quite in the way he made it seem. He was toying with him, wanting him to come forward with any information. Kevin was becoming obsessive, and if he didn't stop down the path he had taken, he would become possessive.<br>&nbsp;<br>He stood up to leave, "Any information can help, even if it seems silly. Before you leave though, I would like to know some contact information, in case we get any leads."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 08:45:00</strong>
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				Leo eyed the other man, listening, absorbing. He was still highly skeptical about actually talking to the other man and he knew that Kevin realized it as he set his pen down and to the side. Kevin clearly didn't expect Leo to finger the guy who did this to him. He noticed Kevin shifting closer to him and he didn't move away but he did stare him down, then glanced out the window at Horatio.<br><br>He gave a derisive little sniff - clearly the famous detective wasn't worth much to him - and looked back at Kevin.<br><br>He was silent for a bit, and the tightness of his shoulders was the only indication of his anger, or fear. It was unclear which emotion was winning, but he steeled his face, glancing at Kevin. <br><br>"So..." he swallowed, "You think that the killer is coming after me?" <br><br>Little did he know that yes, he was, and he had his sights set on Leo. Leo was firmly within his crosshairs. He bit his bottom lip, a fetching and sexual gesture that seemed to have become second nature to him. He finally scribbled down a number, "Don't give that to anyone else. I think the killer's a cop." <br><br>He didn't know why, but he figured Kevin could help him, and he could only tell one person. One person meant that less of the force would find out about it, and there was less chance that the killer would track him down. <br><br>"That's my personal cell. If there's any sign of the killer coming after me or my friends, call me. I wouldn't argue against the protection."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 23:22:25</strong>
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				"Thank you for coming down Mr. Suzuki. Here is my card, call me if anything comes up." Kevin pulled out his card and handed it to Leo. He opened the door and let the man walk ahead of him. He turned the corner and ran right into Horatio.<br><br>"What the hell was that all about?" he asked. Kevin looked up at him. "What happened to connect with the victim?" he questioned.<br><br>Horatio looked up at him. "Yeah, we are supposed to connect with the victim, but not at the expense of our investigation." Kevin looked at him. He knew that this was coming and he was expecting to be suspended. He also had come up with answer to Horatio.<br><br>"Look, Horatio," he started, "Mr. Suzuki might be helpful. He could have seen the killer already. Not only that, but he does fit the profile." Horatio gave Kevin a look, and Kevin knew what was coming next.<br><br>"Good try Kevin, but I need you to take the rest of the day off. Go think about what you did, and don't make the same mistake again."<br><br>Kevin tossed the pad on his desk and grabbed his over jacket. He made sure to take Leo's number with him. He slammed the door to the employee parking lot. He was furious. He jumped into his SUV and drove to his house. He threw his keys into the tray next to the door, and headed right to the kitchen. He grabbed a small glass and pulled out some Crown Royal. He poured himself a healthy dose and drank it down. He wasn't sure if he wanted to risk doing anything else. Surly there was going to be a investigation, and with any internal jackass taking a close look at his activates, he thought better of doing the small amount of Ecstasy he had bought a while back.<br><br>It wasn't too often that Kevin partook in illegal drugs. It was usually only after really bad days, and it was never anything more than E. He liked the way it made him feel. He liked the high he got, and most of all he liked the way he could let himself relax for a change. Kevin thought back to the last time he had taken it. He drifted off into a light slumber as he remembered the night he took Pablo's life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 09:47:43</strong>
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				Leo pocketed the card, slipping it into his tight jeans. <br><br>It wasn't until he got back to his apartment - mostly empty, with furniture still in plastic packaging - that he actually looked at the number. He turned it between his fingers then stuck it in a windowframe since he had nowhere else to put it. <br><br>He looked out the window, rubbing his arms slowly, taking in a deep breath.<br><br>Somewhere, wandering around, was a killer. Stalking down his friends, people he knew, people he loved. <br><br>He looked around, rubbed his face slightly, the flopped onto the bed. He didn't even bother getting under the covers - he was out like a light before he could actually pull them up around him.<br><br>He didn't wake until the sun was well on it's way sinking below the horizon. He slipped into a set of designer jeans, tight, clinging almost obscenely to him. A white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and he was ready to go out. The swelling and bruising was mostly gone, so he figured he could go out and work. <br><br>He met a few clients at their houses, and they were more than pleased to see him. He did what he needed to do - got paid, and left with a thick stack of bills in his hand. <br><br>The next few nights were like that - simple, filled with mindless fucking, with stolen embraces and whispered promises that he didn't mean.<br><br>It wasn't until he was walking home one night, his mind incredibly hazy with liquor, that he heard footsteps trailing after him. He knew it was a mugger when he felt the hand dip into the waistband of his pants, felt the cold, slick metal of a blade at his throat. He felt the cash being taken out, and he stayed very still. He didn't want to attract too much attention, but it wasn't until he saw two more men that he really started getting worried.<br><br>The liquor made most things a blur - he remembered being shoved down an alley, his pockets searched, shirt ripped off of him. His shoes were taken, all of his jewelry, and all of his cash. He wasn't beaten - not too badly, at least, just roughed up a bit. He realized that he really needed to not drink as much as he did. he pulled out his phone, which they'd left, laughing at him that he should call someone to pick him up. <br><br>Wandering mostly naked around the streets of the East Side was hardly a good idea. <br><br>He opened his phone, dialing the most recently programmed number - thinking it was one of his more loyal customers, he immediately began speaking into the phone. "Can you come pick me up? I don't know where I am and I just got mugged and I can't get home, and...and..." he looked up at the street, "I'm at fortieth and G." <br><br>His voice was thick with liquor, beautiful eyes hazy, clearly angry. He hated the fact that he'd been victimized twice in two weeks, and he vowed to change things. He'd find the killer - he'd destroy him, tear him apart. Little did he realize that that was exactly who he was calling, who he was asking for help. "Please pick me up." <br><br>He wanted to...do something stupid. To release. He wanted to get fucked. The alcohol and anger were fueling themselves into a building rage, one that needed a release, one that he needed to release by finding the killer, destroying him. He wanted to tear him apart molecule by molecule...but for now, he wanted to release his energy in skin on skin contact and the feeling of arms around him. <br><br>He'd never admit it, but late at night, he'd sometimes seek out clients who truly wanted him to love them, just to have a semblance of a relationship. Sometimes. Most of the time, though, he was alone at the end of the night. Before, he'd had his friends, but now the ones that hadn't been hunted down were either laying low or had moved out of town until further notice, until the killer was caught.<br><br>"Come and get me," he purred into the phone. "I'll&nbsp; make it worth your time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 07:25:03</strong>
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				The phone rang and Kevin groggily picked it up. "Yeah," he spoke into it. He could hear someone on the other end giving him information. They had been… wait what? Kevin looked at the caller id. He needed to check it more often before just answering his phone. It read in clear letters, Leo Suzuki.<br>&nbsp;<br>Kevin listened closely to the cross streets that Leo could be found at. He hung up the phone and rubbed his hand over his face. He needed to regain his composure. Was his want finally going to come true? He walked over to the bathroom and splashed some water over his face. He threw on a plain white shirt and grabbed his car keys. The last few days hadn't been the best, and he was happy that it was starting to change.<br>&nbsp;<br>He started his truck up and played some Godsmack music. It was the one thing that he relied on to keep him calm. His mind drifted to his last kill. It had been easy, too easy. Things were getting routine. The white rope that bound the victim's wrists. The kitchen knife that drew their precious blood out of their bodies. Even the way they would scream his name, and beg him to stop was getting boring. He hoped that Leo would be different. He hoped that Leo would put up a fight. Only then would Kevin really be able to get off.<br><br>He drove to Fortieth and G. There sitting next to a dumpster was Leo. He pulled up and opened the door. His shoes landed with a dull thud and Leo looked up at him. Kevin bent down and sighed. The muggers had taken quite a bit out of Leo. 'Too many bad things happening all at once,' he thought to himself. 'Hopefully he will still be just as fun to break.' "Hey, you okay? You called me." he asked Leo. He almost expected Leo to have some snappy comment back to him, but it never came. He took his hand and helped him to his feet. "You know, I didn't just come out here cause you said you'd make it worth my while. I would have come anyway." He helped Leo into his truck.<br><br>He knew that he was in trouble. The minute he had driven to pick Leo up, he knew. He had dreamt of hunting the man for longer than it took. Kevin sighed and headed toward the pier, but something inside of him was nagging at him. He turned around at the next light and headed toward a small out of the way Cuban hole in the wall. "Did you want to grab a bite to eat? It'd be on me?" He was hungrier than he thought, and was sure Leo was too. After the small dinner, who knew? Maybe he would take him to a hotel, have some fun. Kevin thought about this. Was he ready to let his prey get the easy way out? 'No,' he thought. 'Yeah, he can make it worth my while, and maybe when I tire of that, I'll finish with him. He'll be just another one to add to my collection. Another one to go on my wall.'<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 19:35:16</strong>
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				Leo hadn't expected it to be the cop. His brow arched, but he was in no position to deny a ride when he was barefoot and bare chested. He found a spare shirt in Kevin's car and without asking permission, shrugged it on rather imperiously. He had no intentions of telling the other man 'thank you', especially not when he was a cop. He looked out the window, feeling the alcohol slowly draining out of his system, leaving him much less fuzzy. He glanced around the car quickly, immediately sizing up anything that could be used as a weapon, not trusting the other man not to attack him. It was one of the first things someone who was used to getting into strange cars did. <br><br>"Alright. I could use a bite to eat." <br><br>He ran a slim-fingered hand through his hair, looking up at the cop with his hair a bit mussed, only serving to frame his beautiful face a bit more wildly. His eyes were frigid, though, cold under his playful expression. <br><br>"I didn't mean to call a cop. So, tell me...what made you come all the way out here to pick me up, hm?" He let a hand reach out, stroking the other man's thigh playfully for just a moment, teasing him. Leo had the look of a predator, playing with its prey. "You wouldn't be attracted to a suspect, now would you? My...cops these days." <br><br>He pulled back with a rich laugh and sauntered out of the car, into the little Cuban place. <br><br>Kevin was cute, and maybe he could pump him for information. Leo's hips switched as he walked, each stride long, proud. He didn't care who looked at him, cool grey eyes shooting down anyone who stared for too long. He slid into a table, "You order. Surprise me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 19:48:02</strong>
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				Kevin was taken aback when Leo suggested that he was a suspect. Somehow his training made him realize that he was probably going to be pumped for information. He was determined that he would give some, but no more than details that could be read in any Miami paper at the moment. He sat down across from Leo; he didn't even pick up a menu. He had been here so many times that he knew what was best.<br><br>Maria, a young pregnant woman walked up to the table. "Can I take your order please?" Kevin slid back in his chair. He looked up at the woman. She wasn't even paying attention. "Hola Maria!" She looked down. "Oh, my goodness! Hola Kevin!" she pulled him out of his chair and gave him a big hug.<br>&nbsp;<br>"The usual for you today?" He nodded and held up to fingers. She looked at Leo. "Introduce me to your friend!" He looked at Leo. "Oh, he not my... well He's a..." he had not explanation of what exactly he was to him. "Leo. She looked like she was going to hug him too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 21:03:45</strong>
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				"Yes," he said quietly, "I'm a Leo." He had a tiny smirk toying at the edges of his lips, as though he was utterly amuse by the entire situation. To circumvent any hugs that he was going to get he took Maria's hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand, "Pleased to meet you." Oh, yes. He was quite the charmer. It was his job, afterall, to make people want him. It carried over into the way that he acted even when he wasn't trying to actually bed someone, or get money. <br><br>He glanced at the other man, eye seeming to sharpen, the alcohol wearing off. He was slowly coming back into his own, that cool-as-plastic attitude coming back full force. <br><br>His dark hair was falling into his eyes, the bruising having faded slowly. Despite having no wallet, and wearing Kevin's shirt, he still had his pride.<br><br>It radiated out of him, seeming to run out of his body. He glanced over at Kevin - he had to admit that he was hungry and that he appreciated the offer for food, but there was something about him that made him slightly...nervous. There was something about Kevin that had him a bit on edge but he didn't really know what it was.<br><br>Well, as it stood, he owed the man for a ride and for getting him so late at night.<br><br>And, from the way that the other man had been watching him, he was fairly certain that the other man wanted him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 00:56:57</strong>
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				'He is a charmer, that's for sure,' Kevin thought. After a short while Maria brought their plates out. Sitting on top of Spanish style rice were shrimp. They looked like they had been cooked in a tomato sauce. There were raw bell pepper slices placed under it the shrimp. It was Kevin's favorite dish and this was the best place to get it.<br>&nbsp;<br>He grabbed a warm tortilla and scooped up some rice and shrimp. "So, why did I come out here?" he asked. "Well truthfully, I think you're good looking. I won't lie. And as for being attracted to a suspect, last I knew I was working your case, and you were a victim." He took a bite of the shrimp and allowed Leo to think about what he had said. He drank some water to finish it.<br><br>He saw Maria watching them from the corner of his eye. He turned to her and smiled. He held up his hand and motioned for her to bring two Tequilas. She nodded and walked to the back. Somehow he felt comfortable with Leo. Like any care in the world he had was gone. He vowed to himself that he would not fall for one of his victims.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 05:01:52</strong>
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				Leo smiled faintly when he saw the food. "Exotic. Looks good." He picked up his fork, taking a small bite - he ate delicately, carefully. Partially because his jaw was sore but mostly because he was always, always careful. People were watching, and no one was attracted to someone who shoveled food into their mouths. He ran his fingers back through his hair briefly and then he sat back, and began pushing some food into a tortilla as well, copying the other man. <br><br>"Well, that's flattering. Always glad to know that cops still have a sex drive. But..." he shrugged, and then looked at the other man, eyes suddenly icy, "Don't talk about me...don't even think about me...like I'm a victim. I never have been and I never will me." <br><br>He leant back carefully. <br><br>"I'd rather fight to the death than ever be someone's victim. Those kids out there, getting slaughtered..." he took the tequila and tossed back a shot of it, "Mmm. Good stuff. But even though some of those people are older than me...they're still kids. They just...lose the will to live. It's sad, really. Pathetic. Not tha they deserve to die." <br><br>He glanced up at the other man, "But I've said too much. Tell me what you like to do in your spare time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:34:10</strong>
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				He was surprised by the cold look in Leo's eyes. He didn't really think of him as a victim, well not of any crime but the one that would be his last. Kevin's heart started beating faster. 'He would fight to the death.' He looked into Leo's eyes. 'Why did he never want to talk about himself?'<br><br>"What do I like to do for fun? In my spare time?" He gave it a thought. Part of him wanted to tell Leo the truth. 'Oh, I kill all your friends, and then go to work and take photos of them.' But he knew that honesty was not going to be the best thing to admit to. He did have a wicked sense of humor though, and under different circumstances he would have said something like that. "Oh, you know the usual. I go fishing, read, watch movies. Sometimes I even play games."<br><br>'Games that could get you killed if you keep asking too many questions.' Kevin tossed back the tequila and began to eat again. He was starved, but didn't want it to look like he was. He ate heartily, but didn't shovel the food in his mouth. After all, no one liked a sloppy eater.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 05:45:54</strong>
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				Leo shrugged slightly, "Fishing?" He looked a bit surprised, if not terribly interested. He'd never been fishing - he didn't get out much, during the daylight, at least. He sighed slightly and then took a slow, large bite of his food. "Games?" He smirked slightly, finishing off his plate quietly, but quickly. He remained polite, but was clearly hungry, though he ate peckishly.<br><br>"Like, board games? I knew CSI's weren't exactly social butterflies, but..." he laughed slightly and then set his fork down. His laugh was raspy, seemingly disused, and even when he was being genuine it seemed slightly bitter.<br><br>His phone kept buzzing as well, though he'd only occasionally glance at it, not actually answering.<br><br>He saw the other man glance at it and shrugged, "Clients." He didn't feel like answering and telling them that he was with someone else - easier to apologize later and sweet talk them into coming to pick him up from wherever he was. Plus, the longer he went without answering the phone the quicker he was to get reported missing if something went wrong.<br><br>Not that he had a particular suspicion that the other man was dangerous.<br><br>"So..." he shrugged slightly, tugging the shirt he'd borrowed from Kelvin a bit closer around him. He really had to stat being more careful - he'd prune his clientelle, stop walking around such dangerous areas. <br><br>"Shall we go back to your place for a nightcap?" He owed the other man for dinner, and he was good looking, anyways - sleeping with him seemed like a fine way to end the night. "Maybe in the morning you could drop me by my place on your way to work?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 05:48:48</strong>
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				Kevin looked at him. "No, my house is a bit too... messy." In truth he didn't want Leo walking in on his pictures. He had hung up every picture of every crime he had committed. There were pictures on his ceiling, on he wall, in his bathroom.&nbsp; He lived around them.&nbsp; The pictures on the ceiling were a reminder that he was not alone. In the bathroom he would jerk off to them, reliving each murder. It was exciting for him. He could remember the feel as he would sink the knife into his prey's back.&nbsp; It would cause him to shutter.&nbsp; He had longed to finalize his collection. To find the one that one that would cause him the greatest pleasure as he relived the killings.<br><br>"Let's grab a hotel." He never stayed in a hotel when he had such company. He never stayed at his house either. He would usually go somewhere more private, but then, he favored his privacy. He wanted the privacy of killing his latest victim. Not with Leo. He wanted to have Leo around til he was tired of him.<br><br>He finished his plate. He stood up, a little shaky from excitement. He threw some money on the table, hoping to avoid Maria.&nbsp; He stepped out into the humid air and held the door open for Leo. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 22:31:13</strong>
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				Leo slipped out the door before the other man, all long legs and feline grace. Even with his cheekbone somewhat bruised and fingermarks on his arms, he was unbelievably beautiful, the sodium streetlamp catching the curve of a high cheekbone, making his pale eyes seem even brighter. He sank down into the passenger seat of the other man's car, leaning back.<br><br>"I hope you're not going to take me to some cheap motel. Especially not if I'm not charging you." <br><br>He smirked slightly, watching the street as the streetlights went by. He had no idea that the man next to him had killed his friends. Killed so many people. He'd been stalking around the streets, destroying lives, ripping them apart with no care.<br><br>No, all he knew was that the other man had picked him up when he called and bought him dinner, and was investigating the cases. He'd have to try and get a bit closer to him, but maybe he could pump some information about the case out of him. <br><br>Dark hair fell in front of his eyes - he was clearly tired. He'd spent so much time wandering around looking for the killer that he'd worn himself out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 04:10:39</strong>
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				'Cheap hotel?' HE would have never thought of taking him to some shoddy hotel.&nbsp; No, there could be diseases and witnesses there. He smiled at Leo.&nbsp; "No, I was thinking something a little more high class then some shoddy hotel. "&nbsp; He unlocked his SUV and climbed in the driver's seat.&nbsp; He stuck the key in the ignition and waited for the other man to get in.<br><br>He started the car with ease considering how much his hands were shaking.&nbsp; He eased his way onto the freeway, getting away from the lower side of the middle class area.&nbsp; He was looking for something where he would be seen, but by just the right people.&nbsp; He didn't want to be outright discovered, as he didn't know whether or not there was going to be office problems. He got of the freeway at the lower end of the high class motels.&nbsp; He looked over at Leo, "Anywhere in specific?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 04:39:25</strong>
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				"The Gold Lotus is right up there," Leo said, gesturing vaguely to a large black glass building with a simple golden flower suspended over its door. "It's a nice hotel. Just pull in and they'll valet your car. Still, it's not too expensive...but you have to rent the night, not by the hour." Which was a bit much for him. He rarely spent the night with clients, but he figured he could always catch a cab if he wanted to leave. <br><br>The cars flashed by them and he waited to see if the other man would pull in, or choose another hotel. The rooms were nice, and the staff was discreet - quite a few well-known people came there with their clients but there was a generally-agreed-upon air of silence that made people feel safe there.<br><br>The rooms walls were mostly sound-proofed as well. <br><br>Plus, there were rungs on the headboards, seemingly decorative, but perfect for tying someone up. He smirked slightly, playfully, looking up at the other man with those predatory grey eyes. "Oh, and don't forget your handcuffs. I'm not looking for some lovey-dovey little thing here." <br><br>He didn't mind being roughed up a bit - in many ways, he craved it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 10:44:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin had never been to the Gold Lotus before. He never had a reason to.&nbsp; He could have cared less the price, he had enough money.&nbsp; He was really worried about who might be in his car, still, he figured this was the only way he was going ot get close to Leo.&nbsp; He pulled into the drive area and stepped out of the truck.&nbsp; The valet smiled and got in it.&nbsp; He turned to Leo, "Room with a view or not?" He asked.<br><br>He was almost in shock when Leo told him he liked to be roughed up.&nbsp; This seemed almost to good to be true for Kevin.&nbsp; Not only could he be a bit, well, aggressive, but his partner was going to enjoy it.&nbsp; Maybe he was going to actually enjoy himself, instead of the normal feeling of duty he had pressed upon himself.&nbsp; Yes, for too long he had determined that enjoying sexual acts could only be achieved when there was an ulterior motive, one that usually involved someone's death.<br><br>He figured he had been working around the dead for too long.&nbsp; That was one explanation that he had convinced himself of.&nbsp; He figured that was why he liked to kill his sex partners.&nbsp; Someone once told him that it was because he wanted to rid the world of them, of the trash they produced.&nbsp; Yet that wasn't it.&nbsp; Kevin had killed some of his sex partners and they hadn't been prostitutes.&nbsp; No, he had switched to whores because they easier to kill, and usually weren't missed. He had almost been caught once, but moving and changing some information about himself had fixed all of that, and he had learned his lesson well.&nbsp; Now he was more precise than ever, and he vowed to never make another mistake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:02:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo shrugged, "I don't even plan on opening the curtains. Balcony, I guess." So that he could smoke without some well-meaning worker coming in and telling him that he wasn't allowed to be smoking in there. Not that he cared - but it would make it a bit easier to relax. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this, he had a gut feeling that he should just be forgetting about the prostitutes that had died, maybe even get a little desk job somewhere.<br><br>He smirked at that. That little, simple thought, that little image. Of him pinned up against some desk somewhere with a pencil in hand, trying to get some work done, for some nameless and faceless employer.<br><br>No, that wasn't really his beat.<br><br>Plus, he had a fire burning low in his stomach, one that he had a distinct feeling the other man might be able to put out. <br><br>The woman at the front desk didn't really look at them, just took the money for the room, then handed them their room key. Leo didn't do anything in the elevator, just leant back, looking up at the mirrored ceiling. <br><br>When they got there, he let the other man lead him towards the room, and when they got in he shut the door tightly behind him. He let out a slow breath - there was always a momentary spike of anxiety when a door shut behind him, leaving him in a room alone with a client. <br><br>He walked forwards slowly, running his hands down the other man's chest, just feeling his muscles. He smirked, undoing the first three buttons, giving him access to the other man's skin. He let his teeth scrape over the other man's collarbone briefly, then looked up, smirking. "Put me in my place, why don't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 23:17:13</strong>
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				Kevin felt Leo's teeth against his skin.&nbsp; The action was erotic and he could feel his cock start to harden; yet, he was also infuriated.&nbsp; He was usually the aggressor, and never had he been on the receiving end of such foreplay.&nbsp; He grabbed Leo's arm in the way a cop did; six years working as a CSI had taught him that much.&nbsp; He shoved Leo against the wall, not too gently, but not enough to really cause any damage.&nbsp; For a moment he thought he saw Leo panic, but that could have been his own imagination already playing out the look on Leo's face when he finally got done with him.&nbsp; He leaned in close to his ear. "So, you like it rough huh?"&nbsp; It was a question he knew wasn't going to get answered. <br><br>He pulled his hand cuff from behind his back and promptly handcuffed Leo.&nbsp; He pulled the man off the wall, leading him to the bed. He had to remind himself that he wasn't there for damage; he was there for fun.&nbsp; He had half a mind to throw Leo on the bed and take him, conquering the one person that had thus far remained elusive, but the other half told him not to.&nbsp; He did after all want to continue what ever relationship they had started.&nbsp; The better half, as he called it, won out and he removed the handcuffs.&nbsp; "What fun would it be to punish you without first getting to know you?" he said sarcastically.&nbsp; He unbuttoned the last of his shirt and threw it over a chair. He felt confident in revealing his somewhat muscular abs and arms since Leo had already felt them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 01:02:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo's lips parted, and his eyes widened when the other man suddenly shoved him against the wall. He was instantly aware that Kevin was stronger than him, larger than him, and that he wouldn't necessarily be able to win in a fight. He had to swallow back some panic as he was shoved against the wall, cheek pressed hard against the plaster, eyes closed. A shiver ran up and down his spine when asked if he liked it rough, hardening, feeling his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as the other man pressed up against him.<br><br>The handcuffs were on before he could fight them and he wondered if maybe he'd made a mistake in choosing Kevin as a partner.<br><br>The other man removed the cuffs, though, and he began undoing his own shirt. He tossed it off, and within moments he was entirely naked, perfectly pleased with his own body. He admired Kelvin's muscles with a little smirk playing on his lips. <br><br>"I don't mind a bit of punishment." <br><br>He stood before the bed, body perfect, slim. He was beautifully proportioned, eyes glimmering, long lashes brushing his cheekbones. It was shocking that someone so beautiful had ended up as a prostitute. Now, though, all he wanted was Kevin to teach him a lesson.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 11:42:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin stood in all his glory.&nbsp; He was a cocky son of a bitch.&nbsp; He saw a sort of twinkle in Leo's eyes.&nbsp; A look that said both "You have an amazing body" and "I want you to teach me a lesson." He casually walked back over to Leo.&nbsp; He grabbed his hand, pulling him close.&nbsp; Kevin knew what he wanted, but had trained himself to show no need for it, at least not until the last minute.&nbsp; To him it was all a game, and he was always the victor.<br><br>'Do I ease him into it, or do I just forcefully make him do what I want?' He asked himself.&nbsp; He didn't spend much time thinking about it.&nbsp; This night was more about reacting instead of planning. He tugged at Leo's pant button until it ripped free. He forced the zipper open and pushed his hand past the barrier that was between him and Leo's cock.<br><br>"Getting a little excited are we?" He asked with a smirk on his face.&nbsp; He forced Leo's hand to grab his dick, making sure he rubbed it properly. "If you don't keep this up while I have some fin of my own with you, you are going to be in deep shit. Do you understand?" He asked before grabbing Leo.&nbsp; He gave a rough squeeze to inform him that he had the ability to make this very uncomfortable, if not painful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 09:31:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin's cockiness only served to enflame Leo's passion, his erection becoming even more achingly hard in Kevin's hand, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. "Ah..." he gasped, reaching out, caressing the other man's member almost immediately. "I'll keep you hard, alright..." he moved forwards, fingers tightening, stroking him hard, teasing him upwards to an almost painful firmness. He knew how to tease a man. <br><br>"I'll make you think only of me. You'll be begging me for more," he murmured, grinning, knowing that the opposite might very well be true. He wanted the other man to teach him a lesson. He wanted the other man to have his fun with him.<br><br>He wanted to be put down on the bed, on the floor, fucked in ways he had never really been.<br><br>He was used to his clients being ugly, unnatractive, or unable to satisfy him in more ways than one. <br><br>This was different. <br><br>This was different...the other man was going to fufill some of his darker, unspoken needs. He just knew it, already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 05:28:54</strong>
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				Kevin felt himself harden, to an almost unbearable amount, under Leo's hand.&nbsp; His heart raced, and for the first time in a while he let himself go. He released the anger, the rage that held him in check, and let himself feel Leo's hand. Kevin normally would have admonished himself to feel the way he felt now.&nbsp; He never knew if there was a way back, or if he would do something stupid, but for now he just let himself ride the feeling.<br><br>He pulled Leo close to him with his free hand.&nbsp; He wrapped his hand around the back of the other man's neck and ran his fingers through his hair.&nbsp; He gave a tug, causing the tender flesh of the jugular to be exposed. Kevin leaned in, biting at the pressure point, the blood point of his prey.&nbsp; He pressed his body against Leo, then trailed his tongue down his neck to one of his taut nipples.&nbsp; He gave it a nip, purposely harder than what would have been expected before finishing his way down.&nbsp; <br><br>Kevin knelt in front of Leo. He looked up, smirked, and grabbed the edges of his pants.&nbsp; He tugged at them gently, making sure to nibble at any flesh that broke free.&nbsp; When he had finally pushed Leo's pants to his knees, he ran his tongue down from Leo's belly button, to his hip, making sure to bite at the skin. He made his way to Leo's pride, and once there, he nibbled, not too gently on the base of his shaft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 05:58:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo stroked as playfully as he could, toying with the other man, drawing his hardness up to its full length until the other man began pulling him too close and moving down his body so he couldn't reach him anymore. His hands fluttered at his sides, eyes sliding shut, letting out a soft sound.<br><br>It was a reluctant sound, as though he wasn't used to making sound for men, as though he hated feeling weak. <br><br>He gasped as the other man's hands curled in his hair, yanking his head back, revealing his slim white neck. His jugular pounded against his throat, whimpering as he felt the other man's teeth at his throat, pulse pounding right between Kevin's teeth. God. This was dangerous.<br><br>He suddenly was realizing that the situation wasn't entirely in his control.<br><br>His eyes shut, giving himself over to the other feeling of the other man moving his way down his body, suddenly nipping at his throat and then nipple. His body jerked slightly at the pain, hardening considerably, eyes opening wide. "Ah," he gasped, a shiver running down his spine as the other man's tongue ran along his skin, his hip, leaving behind faint bite marks. <br><br>"You're," he gasped, then arched as the other man's teeth nibbled at the base of his shaft. "Please," he gasped before he knew it and the very fact he'd asked for anything drew out a slight frown, as though he was used to his clients begging him but not the other way around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 06:43:44</strong>
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				Kevin knew he had Leo completely surrendered to him.&nbsp; He had expected far more from him, but he just shrugged it off. His nipped at the Leo once more before he ran his tongue down his center vein.&nbsp; He would stop every once in a while to give a good lick and even a bite.&nbsp; He ran his teeth across the sensitive flesh that he knew he liked. When he reached Leo's head he ran his tongue on the underside before pulling it into his mouth.<br><br>Kevin cupped Leo's balls and gently massaged them. He also grabbed the base of his hardened cock in order to support his motions.&nbsp; He traveled down Leo, licking, biting, and scraping his teeth against him.&nbsp; Kevin took in every emotion Leo let out, paying special attention to what elicited a moan or a sigh.&nbsp; He made sure to repeat actions that got the best response. <br><br>Years of practice had let Kevin learn when was the best time to stop, and he was certain that Leo's time was coming up quickly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 22:35:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo was growing increasingly harder; his fingertips tightened possessively in the other man's hair hard enough to string noticeably, letting out a soft growl. The other man was working him closer and closer to completion and it almost made him angry; he hadn't had someone be able to push his buttons like this for so long. <br><br>He let out a soft whimper as the other man's teeth scraped against his skin, those fingers working on his balls, full lips parted in a heady moan.<br><br>It had been a long time since he'd slept with someone for pleasure and not just to pay his rent. <br><br>"I want to play with you," he gasped, tugging at the other man's hair, wanting to tug him up a bit higher. He wanted to feel the other man, pressed against him. He let out a soft moan. He wouldn't let the other man dominate him, he decided; not without a decent fight. He had a feeling the other man could put it up. There was something of an animal that seemed to be lurking beneath Kevin's surface and it both scared and excited Leo; it brought out that own cold anger that had been lurking beneath that lovely surface.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 06:54:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin felt the familiar tug at his hair followed by the almost guttural voice of Leo.&nbsp; So far his tricks were working.&nbsp; Kevin was proud of his work so far, and felt more than indulged that Leo wanted to play with him. He stopped his work, his tongue flicking the tip of Leo.&nbsp; He made his way back up to Leo's neck.&nbsp; He breathed in deeply, taking all of Leo's scent.<br><br>He pushed himself hard against Leo.&nbsp; He wanted to continue to push the other man to his breaking point, but realized that he could only do some much.&nbsp; Not only that, but he wasn't here for that.&nbsp; He had to remind himself that he was there for fun.&nbsp; He pressed his lips against Leo's neck then gently bite it.&nbsp; "I'm here now. You wanted to play with me, do it," he whispered in his ear.<br><br>He wasn't sure if this next move was going to be too much for Leo, but he did it anyway. The worst thing that would happen would be an awkward moment. He breathed in deeply again and took the plunge. He pressed his lips against Leo's, hoping it was the right thing to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 07:20:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo watched as the other man came up and then breathed in the scent of his neck, making him shiver ever so slightly, fully aware of how dangerous it was to have a set of teeth hovering over his jugular. He let out a soft sound as the other man's lips pressed against his neck and then teeth traced along the skin, teasing him, making his body buck eagerly against the other man's against his own desire to hold back.<br><br>He wrapped his arms around the other man and the next thing he knew the other man's lips were on his.<br><br>He didn't even think about it - his lips parted, offering the other man's tongue battle with his own. The kiss was angry, still heavy with the pain of having lost a friend recently and then having been assaulted, pouring his emotions into that kiss as though through their physical touches he would forget everything bad. Leo had always had a bit of an issue attaching emotion to sex.<br><br>He pushed at the other man, hands running down his chest, nipping at Kevin's lower lip.<br><br>He seemed to be fighting for dominance, which was a losing battle in Leo's case, those slim fingers dancing over Kevin's body until they found their prize and wrapped around Kevin's shaft. He gave him a slow, teasing stroke, talented fingertips working teasing little circles over the head of the other man's member with a crooked grin playing on his lips. "I want to make you scream my name tonight," he whispered against Kevin's lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:23:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin felt more than passion in Leo's kiss.&nbsp; Although he had been the one to initiate it, it was Leo that had ended it.&nbsp; For the first time in a long time Kevin felt at peace.&nbsp; He relaxed as Leo ran his hands over his body, and even allowed himself to let out a sigh as his cock was grabbed.&nbsp; He loved the way the other man played with it, definitely a man of expertise in the area.&nbsp; For a moment Kevin accepted the fact that he was winning the fight for dominance.&nbsp; He knew that he could relax, having Leo right where he wanted him.&nbsp; He gave himself to Leo's will, letting him take control.&nbsp; It was a move that he knew would ultimately cause Leo to trust him.<br><br>"I want to make you scream my name tonight," he heard Leo whisper.&nbsp; Kevin was never one to scream names.&nbsp; He never had become attached to anyone long enough to know it, that and he never screamed names so that the wrong one never came out.&nbsp; It was something of a personal pride thing for him.&nbsp; Even though he never screamed names, he wasn't too certain that he wouldn't scream Leo's.<br><br>He ran his hands down Leo's chest. "Promises, promises," he replied before spinning the two of them around. He flopped down on the bed, hands behind his head, and anticipated Leo's next move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 00:22:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo watched as the other man gave him power; he mistakenly assumed the other man was caving into his desire and letting Leo take control. That couldn't have been farther from the truth but he didn't know that. He thought the other man was giving him control, and he grudgingly began to trust the man a little bit. Afterall, he'd driven all the way out to the slums, picked him up and was now giving him control in bed. <br><br>Leo watched as the man grabbed him, flopping onto the bed beside him, grinning. He straddled the other man, running slim, cool hands down his chest with that crooked little smirk. He let out a soft sound. <br><br>He leant down, scraping his teeth along the other man's chest, letting them catch a nipple and gently bite. <br><br>He flicked his tongue over the sensitive little nub, hand slowly working Kevin's member, teasing him almost mercilessly. <br><br>His teeth then suddenly sank down onto the joint of Kevin's shoulder, drawing up a mark; Leo could get rough. He moaned softly, reaching up for another deep kiss, hand never stopping his slow stroking of Kevin's cock. "You taste good," he whispered against the other man's lips, those bright eyes narrowed. He looked untamed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 04:46:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo bite into the Kevin, drawing a small line of blood.&nbsp; Kevin didn't mind the aggressiveness, nor the fact that Leo had pieced his skin.&nbsp; He smiled to himself.&nbsp; 'If blood is something that Leo is into, he's going to be in over his head when its my turn again,' he thought to himself.&nbsp; Kevin couldn't help but squirm under Leo's touch.&nbsp; He wrapped his hands through Leo's hair, pulling him in closed for the kiss that Leo was already starting.<br><br>"You taste good." It was a remark that Kevin almost didn't hear.&nbsp; His head spun with emotions, both good and bad.&nbsp; He loved the feeling Leo was giving but stroking him but he wanted more.&nbsp; More of... something.&nbsp; He wasn't sure.&nbsp; Had he finally gotten tired of the masquerade that he had been dancing alone? Did he want a partner?&nbsp; Had he found a partner in Leo? He forcefully grabbed Leo's wrist; the untamed look in his eyes almost scared Kevin.<br><br>Kevin exhaled a held breath, nostrils flaring. Too many questions ran through his head.&nbsp; He was in danger of over thinking again.&nbsp; In danger of losing his self control and making a move that he knew he would regret.&nbsp; He didn't want to hurt Leo, at least yet, and even then he wasn't sure if he did want to hurt Leo.&nbsp; He squeezed the wrist he was holding, anger flashing across his face before subsiding again.&nbsp; He didn't like questioning himself.<br><br>He took a deep breath in and let it go.&nbsp; 'Enjoy the moment,' he convinced himself.&nbsp; He sat the short distance to Leo's shoulder and bit down, blood coming to the surface.&nbsp; He broke through the surface and licked at the drops that pooled at the surface. "You don't taste half bad yourself."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 20:18:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wrists now suspended in what he didn't know were killer's hands, he sat straddled over Leo, chest rising and falling rapidly. The air felt heavy in the best way, expectation building up, leaving himself aching with lust. He cried out at the bite to his shoulder, the sound almost musical, as though he were being released through some sort of torment through the pain.<br><br>"More," he breathed out, hands clenching around the wrists holding him, not wanting to be let go, not yet.<br><br>"Take me," he whispered, leaning down again, tongue tracing along the shell of the other man's ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can't even walk out of here without people knowing what what you did to me." <br><br>Probably not the best words to tempt a serial killer with, but he was unable not to whisper them, not knowing exactly what the man lying underneath him did for fun. He had no idea that the man who had killed his friends was below him - if he had, he would have attempted to destroy him. He wanted to kill the serial killer.<br><br>His own rage was equal to Kevin's, in a different way - he was the one who had to pick up the pieces Kevin left behind, comforting friends, and his rage was almost unquenchable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 10:18:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo whispered music to Kevin's ears. He wanted to be fucked. He sat up, holding Leo in his arms. He threw him onto the bed and retrieved his had cuffs from the end table.&nbsp; In a blink of Leo's eyes Kevin was on top of him, straddling him. He grabbed the other man's wrist roughly. He shoved them against the bed.<br><br>One of the few pleasures Kevin found in life was the ability to tie his lovers up.&nbsp; He made a mental note of this hotel.&nbsp; The beds they had were wonderful with slats between the headboard, and comfortable too.&nbsp; They seemed sturdy, like any rough movement wouldn't cause the frame to hit the walls.&nbsp; All in all, Kevin liked this place.<br><br>Kevin snapped the cuffs around Leo's wrists, binding them to the bed.&nbsp; Kevin looked down and smirked at him.&nbsp; He leaned in and kissed Leo's neck, making sure to bit it. He continued his way down, biting and nipping at Leo's skin. Every once in a while he would tear a little at the skin drawing blood to the surface. Kevin kissed Leo, almost too forcefully.<br><br>Kevin turned Leo to his side, causing the his bound wrists to scrape against the cold steel of the cuffs.&nbsp; He would have marks in the morning. Kevin pulled Leo's hips to his, sliding his hard cock against the soft flesh of Leo's backside. Kevin bit down on Leo's shoulder as he pushed past the resistance that was holding him back.&nbsp; A small grunt left his lips as he thrust deep into Leo. He was going to enjoy every minute of this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:48:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo let out a soft sound when he was tossed back onto the bed so quickly, his hands bound behind his back. He hadn't been expecting it and his reaction made it clear enough - pale wrists extended up above his head, the sound of their fucking well-muffled by the thin walls. He let out a low groan as the other man kissed at his neck.<br><br>The bites made him let out soft, needy little pants, whimpering and tossing his head back. He was so hard that it hurt - it hurt not to be able to cum, after all of the teasing he'd already been through. <br><br>He gasped as the other man drew his blood.<br><br>He knew he probably looked a mess - his clients certainly wouldn't like it - but it felt so good that he couldn't really bring himself to give a damn. <br><br>"Kevin..." he gasped, then arched, biting back a louder cry when the other man forced his way into him. For such a vocal person, Leo was restrained in sex, his noises muffled. He was used to having to hide what he did for a living. He pressed back to meet the thrusts, feeling the other man sink into him to the hilt, rocking his hips back in pure pleasure. "Ah...!" He knew his wrists would be bruised in the morning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 07:05:54</strong>
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				Kevin liked the sound of his name being moaned form Leo's lips.&nbsp; It made him harder, if that were even possible. He loved the way Leo felt around his cock.&nbsp; He slid in and out, thrusting in time with Leo's rapid breaths. He made sure to keep Leo's hips in line with his, and had even grabbed onto them.<br><br>He ground into Leo, pulling him back when he thrust in. He quickened his pace, slowed his pace, then quickened his pace again.&nbsp; His own breaths were coming in pants and he knew he was on the verge of coming.&nbsp; One particularly hard thrust made him grunt again.<br><br>He let go of Leo's hips, reaching around and up to his chest.&nbsp; He pulled the other man to him, and bit the back of his neck, in a sort of marking way.&nbsp; He wanted everyone to know that Leo was his, and with the exception of coming out and saying it, this was the best way.<br><br>Leo was his.&nbsp; His play thing, his fuck buddy, his whore. Kevin thought about the pictures on his walls and on his ceiling. He didn't have to think about whether Leo would be added to that pile or not.&nbsp; As he relived, even in the briefest of moments, the finality of death for each of his victims, he shuddered.&nbsp; His body tensed with orgasm and then relaxed.&nbsp; He stopped his thrusting and slowly pulled out of Leo, his own hot seed dripping onto the mattress. He rolled over exhausted, but still willing to help Leo finish off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 21:02:59</strong>
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				Leo's nails dug into his own palms, hands suspended hard above his head, unable to move himself. He let out a loud cry - unusual for him to do - as the other man began switching paces. He could feel the other man panting against his skin, letting out low moans, his body writhing.<br><br>He didn't move or seem like a virgin - he was clearly experienced. It was, afterall, part of his job.<br><br>He had to bite his bottom lip to stifle the scream that almost came out at the other man sank teeth into the back of his neck. He arched his head back, whimpering, submitting for the first time in who knows how long. <br><br>He was whimpering, quivering, so hard that it almost hurt. <br><br>"Please," he gasped. No one had ever been able to make him beg before. Not like this. Not like Kevin had. "Please, touch me...I need to cum..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 23:38:50</strong>
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				Kevin felt more than happy to oblige Leo.&nbsp; He was after all, unable to help himself. He rolled over, sweat still dripping off his brow and pulled Leo by the hip so that his back was on the mattress.&nbsp; He grabbed Leo's cock.&nbsp; It was harder than it should have been, and Kevin wondered how Leo put up with the pain.<br><br>He slowly began, at the base, to stroke up and down on it.&nbsp; He gave a squeeze at the head then pulled back down again.&nbsp; Before too long he was moving faster, making sure that it wasn't to fast or too hard.&nbsp; He didn't want to cause Leo any more pain than he already had.&nbsp; He was also certain that Leo would be back for more, more of everything.<br><br>Kevin looked up to Leo's face, waiting in anticipation for what he knew was coming.&nbsp; He watched as the actions he was taking brought Leo to the brink and beyond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 01:53:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leo cried out, head falling back and arching, letting out a sharp cry. His arms were crossed over his head, back arched, beautiful body pale and gleaming. He whimpered softly, giving himself over to the pleasure, never knowing that it was the killer of his fellow workers and his friends that was touching him and bringing him over that brink. <br><br>Leo cried out, then, whimpering. He came hard, lying there panting, still tied up. He had no idea that the other man was a killer or he would never have been there - or he would have been fighting him.<br><br>He still couldn't quite believe that he was having sex with a cop.<br><br>He was struggling to catch his breath, those beautiful eyes fluttering shut for a moment, taking in a shaky little breath. <br><br>"That was..." he panted, turning a lovely little grin on the other man, "That was fun." <br><br>There was something just a bit off about Kevin, though...something cold behind those eyes, something not as human as he was used to seeing with his clients.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spiderwebs [Sho and RomanSolider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RomanSoldier</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 11:15:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin uncuffed Leo from the bed.&nbsp; He tossed the cuffs on the pile of clothes he had made near the chair.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and tried to relax.&nbsp; This was the part of the evening where he normally finished someone off in a more violent way.&nbsp; It was difficult for him to not want to kill Leo, yet it was also easy for him not to.<br><br>'Who is this man that hold this power over me?' He questioned himself.&nbsp; He flopped back down next to Leo.<br><br>"Now what?" He asked, half expecting Leo to just want to take off.&nbsp; Whatever the case was, Kevin was tired.&nbsp; He was tired from having to hold his emotions back, and tired from the days enjoyable activities. 
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