Chapter 2

Martin couldn’t sleep. His head was full with the case. Something disturbed him in Mr. Gahan. The lean man’s figure didn’t want to leave him in peace and Martin could feel that well-known feeling awaken in him: the feeling he often felt when they were investigating an interesting and complicated case. He could feel it in his guts that this was the situation with this homicide as well. There was something here… a bigger secret than just a ritual murder. He could already feel that the connections they will discover in this case will lead them into something dark and deep. There was a bigger picture here and he wanted to know every detail. He wanted to see clear. His supervisors sometimes warned him not to get involved too much in the investigated murders, because they knew Martin. He was a good man, who did his job the best he could, but sometimes – for the taste of his supervisors – he followed his instincts too much. He was like this since his childhood. He always defended himself that a detective or an investigator has to have a certain kind of instinct to reveal the hidden truth behind the actions of the murderer or to help find the way when the evidences could not help as much as expected. And now the blonde curly man felt that certain instinct kick in as he was standing in the window, watching the thin traffic on the street. He had to go. He didn’t know where, he just had to go.

The streets were damp from the fog that still swirled around the lampposts like smog. It looked eerie but Martin had no fear. He knew the streets well and he had his revolver with him in case things got ugly. He wandered aimlessly and found himself in the elite districts. He was about to turn back when he spotted a figure that looked somehow familiar to him. Then he realized that it was Mr. Gahan in a less ostentatious dark outfit than the time they’ve met and interrogated him, but he still looked elegant. He didn’t get into any carriages just walked quickly on the street and Martin started to follow him without thinking. It was as if his legs had their own will and he just didn’t think. His partner, Mr. Fletcher came into his mind for a moment, thinking that he would not like Martin’s private action that can endanger the investigation, but in the next moment he forgot this concern and just followed the other man like a shadow.

Soon they entered a less safe and clean district filled with suspicious people doing their probably not too legal businesses, but Martin didn’t let it disturb him right now, he tried not to lose the taller man’s figure on the dark streets. Finally they arrived in front of a building that looked like a club, but Martin knew that upstairs it was a brothel. Every policeman knew the bad reputation of this place, but he slid through the door pulling his hat into his eye. The music got louder as he followed Mr. Gahan into the saloon. The dark-haired man sat down to a small round table that seemed to be reserved for him and was close to the stage and a waitress appeared there nearly immediately.

As the curly man looked around from a darker corner he saw quite many people enjoying themselves with looking at the performance on stage or drinking and chatting. The longer he looked at the woman on stage, the stranger he found her then after a while he realized that it was a man singing there in women’s dress, make up and a wig. After this realization he looked around again and now he knew what kind of place this was. The gender roles have switched to express the real inner-self hiding under the prison of flesh. He had to press his lips together and tried not to grimace and think deeper in it what can go on upstairs in the private rooms. His strict Catholic upbringing has always rejected such sinful practices. His father – a devoted serviceman – often took the whole family to Church and had discussions with his wife and three children about religion and the one true God that looks over them and shows the way how to live a proper and virtuous life. It ran through Martin’s head that he’d probably kill him for being at such a place even if it was only because of work, but he tried to look at this as a test in his believes and own strength.

The performer on stage has finished his show and the Madame announced the next man on a deep voice. A quite tall boyish-looking young man stepped on the stage, kissed the Madame with a smile – for the crowd’s greatest amusement – and sat down to the piano in his black custom-made suit and hat that had several colorful feathers on it. The light glimpsed on the countless thin necklaces, earrings and the glamorous make up he had on. A confident but somehow still humble smile appeared on the quite feminine white face when the audience cheered after this man called Adam Lambert greeted them. It seemed that he’s quite an act here and Martin saw that Mr. Gahan smiled and clapped too on the performer’s jokes. Then the light of the candles glimpsed on his black nails as he put his fingers on the piano keys and started to sing. Martin felt himself surprised from the clear and unique voice that came from between the rosy full lips. It was like some kind of magic that affected every single person in the room – including him. He had to warn himself not to stare just at the stage, but watch the brunette man as well.

Song came after song and Martin found himself tapping the rhythm on the floor several times, but he tried to stay calm and objective as he was taught. After the show has ended and the young man disappeared behind the curtains he was on the move again, because Mr. Gahan stood up and headed upstairs. Now Martin was even more curious where he was going so he followed him from a safe distance, passing kissing and giggling little pairs. From the corner he saw that the other man walked along a shady red and gold corridor and turned to the left at its end. As the blonde man passed the doors, he could hear sounds of pleasure from behind them, so he knew he was at the brothel part of the building. Soon he reached the other corner and took a glimpse. Luckily there was only one door there with the number 101. This will make his spying easier, because no one will discover him in this separated little corridor. First he pressed his ear against the door but heard just some low murmuring and a cocky giggle. He very carefully opened the door and peeped into the room that seemed to be rather a smaller richly decorated suite, because he couldn’t see anyone on the couches or in the armchairs. He hesitated for a moment then decided to enter. He detected a door left ajar on his right and suspected that Mr. Gahan was there with someone judging by the sounds of kissing and soft moaning.

As he tiptoed to the door of the bedroom he saw two men from the side – Gahan was sitting on the bed, and that performer Lambert straddling him with an evil grin. Martin felt shocked and froze.

“So, baby, how did you like my performance?” he dug into the older man’s hair.

“You were great, as always, although I was very grateful when it finally ended…” he murmured back as he stroked along the already naked upper-body, covered just by the countless necklaces, and pinched the hard pink nipples.

“Uhm… and why?” Adam managed to moan and couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his groin to Dave’s.

“Because I became so hard just from looking at you. I barely could stop myself from dragging you behind the curtains and fuck you senseless…” he growled on a low tone and moaned when he felt the big hand reach under his trousers to grab his rapidly hardening cock.

“You dirty boy! Why didn’t you do it?!” Adam chuckled as his fingers with shiny rings on started to slide up and down on the nice long shaft.

“I still can fuck you like that, my little bitch…” he sent a very dangerous glimpse at the other man and grabbed his nearly black tufts which were still full with glitters.

“Please do so then!” Adam moaned from the slight pain as Dave forced him to offer his long neck and Gahan licked along the freckled and flushed skin.

“I will, you greedy bitch!” he growled and Adam soon found himself on his back, Dave dragging down his trousers and underwear. He got rid of his own clothes as well and forced the other man to suck on his hard erection, and it seemed that his lover had nothing against it. He was sucking it with closed eyes, shivering from the grip Dave had in his dark hair.

Martin stood there feeling sick and disgusted. He wanted to flee from the room but he couldn’t move an inch just stare wide-eyed, his mouth covered with one hand. He tried to convince himself that he was just too shocked to command himself to leave, but he couldn’t understand the emotional storm that started to rage inside him as he watched Dave push Adam on his tummy and lift his hips to spit into his palm and start rubbing the wetness around the performer’s waiting hole. Adam’s lustful moans and urging demands made Martin shiver and he felt his own member come alive in his trousers. He tried to fight his arousal, but he felt too weak and soon felt his hardness press against the fabric. He felt sick from himself and didn’t understand a thing. This should freak him out completely with disgust, but his own body betrayed him, because he felt relief when Dave finally pushed roughly into the other moaning man… The sight of the hard cock disappear between the round butt cheeks, the lustful moans begging for more, the sounds as Dave’s balls hit against the other body, the deep growls he made and the way he leant forward to kiss, lick and bite the freckled skin filled Martin with desire. When Dave spanked the nice butt and reached forward to jerk off Adam, Martin had to stifle a loud moan because without noticing it his own hand grabbed himself through the trousers. This barely ran through his head and he already heard and saw Adam cum all over Dave’s hand and the sheet, followed by the other man’s loud groan as his hips jerked and reached his own climax too. The ecstasy on the handsome face mesmerized Martin and suddenly he felt terrified by himself. He had to get out of here! Now! And not caring with his raging erection he did so, leaving this sinful place behind.

“Well…” Adam panted after Dave slid out of him and they collapsed on the bed “what do you think? Did he enjoy our little show?”

“Oh I’m sure about that…” he chuckled darkly, his eyes burning in an eerie light.

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