Monday, April 2, 2012


Hey all, I just wanted to let you know that I'm sick (bleh) and wont be up to writing for awhile. So I figured I would post this to keep you greedy readers busy for awhile while I stop feeling like crap :D

I don't think there's any of my little extras in here, but since so many people tried so hard (I got like 15 emails about the guesses) I figured I would tell you. So if you don't care just skip to the story.

The character names in Revolution are from Doctor who companions (Rose Tyler, Mickey, Donna noble, Martha Jones) and the disney reference was Pocahontas (They're different than us, which means they cant be trusted)




Aaron walked down the quiet street, his cane tapping his path before him. The cold night air scared away any wanderers that the dark already didn't. Aaron didn't mind the dark though, it was all he knew. He heard faint footsteps behind him. He knew it was more than one person but tried to ignore it.

'Probably just some homeless guys.' He shrugged. The footsteps started at his pace but were slowly speeding up and getting closer. Aaron new he wouldn't stand a chance at a run so he could do nothing but wait for it to happen. One of the owners of the footsteps behind him grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, throwing him at a wall. His shoulder hit hard and he grunted.

"Take my money, please don't hurt me." Aaron lifted his hands up, not knowing if they had a weapon.

"Dude he's blind, just leave him alone." One voice from farther back said.

"Shut up." Another mans voice said, Aaron could feel the hot breath on his face.

"Give me your wallet." The guy holding him to the wall said. Aaron knew this was directed at him and quickly fished out his wallet. He held it out in his open hand, not knowing where the other mans hands were.

"Come on, Craig, just give him his money back." The same voice from before said. The voice was gravely and still squeaked. It was obvious these were teenagers.

"I said, shut up." The man holding him down snapped again, pushing Aaron harder into the brick wall by his shoulder. Aarons shoulder throbbed.

"What else you got, man?" He felt the foul smelling breath on his face again. He could feel the man looking him up and down. "Give me your rings." Aaron quickly did as he was told and took off the rings he wore on his hands. He liked them but they weren't worth his life.

"What else do you have?" One of the other muggers said, his voice was high and he was struggling to make it sound threatening.

"I don't have anything else." Aaron shook his head.

"Piece of shit." The boy who had been holding him down punched him hard. His dark glasses fell to the ground and he heard one of the thugs step on them. They crunched under his feet and he heard them laugh. Then he heard and great sound, he heard the familiar sound of a police siren.

"Shit man, its the cops." The teen in the back said.

"Fuck, run!" The man who had been holding him took off, the sound of several pairs of footsteps behind him.

"Are you alright?" A different mans voice said. His voice was deep and smooth, like melted dark chocolate.

"I think so." Aaron rubbed his cheek where he had been punched. He felt a cut under his eye and winced. He heard the officer kneal down and help him up. His breath washed over his face and it smelled like cinnamon. Aaron hid his smile and leaned against the wall.

"I didn't see which way they went, did you?" The cop asked. Aaron laughed harder than he meant to and covered his mouth.

"No, I didn't. Can you hand me my cane, please?" Aaron asked. The cop stood there for a moment, maybe looking on the ground for the white and black cane, and then bent to pick it up. Aaron held out his hand and felt the comforting weight of the cane.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you were.... I just mean in the dark I couldn't tell and I didn't see the-"

"It's fine, its nice when people don't notice." Aaron smiled.

"Your eye is bleeding pretty badly, come on I'll take you to the hospital. It looks like you're going to need stitches." The cop said. They stood there awkwardly for a moment. Aaron finally reached out for his shoulder and found the hard muscle of the cops biceps. Aaron slid his hand up the uniform and held onto his shoulder. Holding the cane off the ground he smiled.

"Lead me to your car, please?" The cop moved silently and opened the passanger side door for him. Aaron lowered himself into the car, careful to not hit his head. He heard and felt the door close and heard the cop as he walked around. 

The drive to the hospital was quiet and Aaron remembered he was pretty far from the nearest hospital.

"If you don't mind me asking, what were you doing out this late?" The cop asked.

"I was walking, I like to walk." Aaron shrugged.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before. Fellow insomniac?" The cop laughed. Aaron chuckled.

"You caught me." He shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Officer Larson." Aaron could hear the smile in his voice. "You can call me Sam though." 

"I'm Aaron." 

"Nice to meet you Aaron. Wish we could have met on better circumstances." He laughed.

"Me too." 

"How much money did they get?"

"About thirty bucks, and my rings." Aaron shrugged.

"That's not to bad. Bet your wife will be mad about the ring though." Sam said.

"No wife. I'm gay, and very much single." Aaron laughed.

"Ah, we are very much alike then." Sam chuckled.

"I guess." They arrived at the hospital then and Sam led Aaron inside. He directed Aaron towards a row of chairs while he went to talk to the nurse. He came back a few minutes later.

"It will be awhile until they can see you. I'll stick around to give you a ride home once they're done." Sam sat next to him.

"I can't thank you enough for this, you're really nice." Aaron smiled.

"It's my job, besides, I couldn't leave a pretty thing like you alone." Sam gave a sly smile. Aaron barked a laugh.

"Are you hitting on me?" He turned his head towards the cop.

"Do you want me to hit on you?" Aaron could hear the pout in his voice. He closed his mouth and chewed one of his lips for a moment. He soon nodded his head slowly, turning back to Sam.

"Why yes, yes I do." They laughed and the nurse came over, telling them the doctor could see Aaron. Sam waited while Aaron got his stitches and heard him tapping his way down the halls of the hospital. He stood and walked with Aaron out to his squad car.

"Where do you live?" Sam asked. Aaron gave him directions to his house and they began the longish drive there.

"You really shouldn't be walking out alone this late." Sam said.

"I do almost every night. This is the first time anything bad has happened, and even then its only four stitches." Aaron said.

"I know but you could have easily gotten hurt a lot worse. It's in a not so great part of town and its dark and-"

"You think I worry about the dark?" Aaron laughed, getting slightly annoyed.

"Maybe not you, but its not like you were going to get mugged and beaten in broad daylight." Sam said.

"I can take care of myself." Aaron stopped laughing.

"Well it didn't look like it tonight."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Aaron turned to face the cop.

"I just mean that if I hadn't had come along-"

"You think I needed you to protect me? Just because I'm blind doesn't make me helpless." Aaron snapped.

"I didn't mean that you are helpless. Just that you should have somebody with you, what if you get hurt or something?" Sam said, he gestured his hands even though he knew the other man couldn't see him.

"I don't need someone to follow me around and babysit. I do fine on my own, I have all of my life." Aaron was furious, he had thought the cop was charming at first, it turned out that he was just as ignorant as everyone else. Silence passed between the two and Sam thought about what he had said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you needed someone to take care of you. You're an adult and just because you're blind doesn't mean you cant take care of yourself." Sam sighed.

"Thank you." Aaron whispered, honestly surprised he had apologized.

"You've been blind all your life?" Sam asked.

"I didn't say that. I said I had taken care of myself all my life. I went blind when I was ten." Aaron said.

"I'm sorry. It must have been scary, I cant imagine it." Sam sighed.

"It was," Aaron nodded, "But you get used to it. It's like learning how to live again." He said.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault." Aaron laughed. Sam stopped the car in front of an expensive apartment building.

"You live here?" 

"I don't know. Is it the address I gave you?" Aaron asked.

"Yes." Sam laughed.

"Then yes, I do." Aaron smiled.

"You live in a place like this and walk in a place like that?" Sam asked, talking about where Aaron was mugged.

"I like walking there," Aaron got out of the car, "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem. Can I walk you up?" Sam asked, hopeful.

"No," Aaron smiled, "But you can ask for my number." Sam grabbed a notepad and pen and scribbled down Aaron's number as he said it.

"This is purely for investigative reasons, if we need to get a hold of you and what not." Aaron smiled.

"Of course." He wiped the smile away and replaced it with a serious look.

"I'll call you, you know, for information and what not."

"And what not." Aaron laughed. He turned around, tapping his way to the door, where the doorman opened the door for him. Sam watched him vanish into the building before pulling away.


Sam set his keys down onto the kitchen counter and pulled off his tie as he went. He stretched and kicked off his shoes before crawling into bed. He pulled off his pants and shirt and threw them lazily onto the floor. He turned his head to look at the picture of his wife. The stinging pain of grief in his chest hit him again and he had to turn his head away. He rolled over onto his side, pulling the warm blankets over him. He yawned once more before slipping into a dark slumber.


Aaron stepped out of the elevator and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He walked the correct number of paces and turned towards the door. He stepped through and closed it behind him. He hung the keys on a hook he knew was there, along with his cane which folded easily. He stepped to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He downed it quickly and poured himself another one. He took the glass down the hall and to the bedroom. He considered a shower and then decided he was too tired and would take one in the morning. He made a mental note to buy new glasses and rolled onto his side. He sighed once before falling asleep.

The next morning Aaron jumped into the shower. The hot water eased his tense muscles from the other night. He let the water run over his face, washing away the grime from the unclean streets he had been mugged on. He took his time in the hot shower and only stepped out once the water had began to cool. He dried himself and was just about to get dressed when the phone rang. He walked through the apartment with confidence, he knew his way around well. He picked up the phone on the fifth ring.

"Hello?" Aaron held the phone to his ear.

"Aaron?" The familiar voice said.

"Yes, Sam?" Aaron couldn't help the smile that began to cross his face.

"Are you free today?" Sam asked. Aaron smirked.

"I thought this was for business only?" Aaron laughed.

"Huh? Oh, this is a business call. We picked up a bunch of kids not far from where you were mugged, another mugging." Sam said.

"Oh, yeah I can come down, I don't have anything to do." Aaron said, he walked into his bedroom and continued to get dressed.

"Great, so are you going to be able to-"

"Yeah, I remember their voices." Aaron said. 

"Can you be down here soon? I'm not sure how long we can hold them." Sam said, there was a lot of noise in the background. Aaron reached over to the digital clock he knew was there and hit the button.

"Eight. Fifteen. A.M." The clock said, in its electronic voice.

"Yeah, I'll be there in about forty five minutes, alright?" Aaron said.

"Sure, do you need me to come pick you up?" Sam asked, as a second thought.

"No, I'll take a cab. But thank you." Aaron said.

"I'll see you in a bit." Sam said.

"Alright." Aaron hung up and went to his closet. He read the braille on the metal tags on the hangers. He picked out his outfit and got dressed quickly. He grabbed his keys and cane and headed out the door. As he rode the elevator down he called for a cab. As the doors opened he flipped his watch open and felt the hands on the face, 8:25. The cab arrived and Aaron told him where to go. Sam was waiting for him inside the building. 

"Aaron, hey!" Aaron could hear Sam hit his leg on a desk he was walking around and quickly walk up to him.

"Hey." Aaron smiled, trying to focus. The police department was very loud and hectic. It was hard to focus on one thing when you used your ears for everything and not your eyes.

"You okay?"

"It's just loud in here, hard to focus." Aaron shrugged. Sam put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come with me." Sam led him through the chaos and Aaron was glad when they got to their destination without him tripping over anything.

"Here." Sam said, as he opened a door for Aaron who stepped through. The room was obviously sound proof, because the second the door was closed it was dead quiet. Aaron searched for any sounds or smells that would tell him what was going on. All he heard was a few people shifting and someone tapping on a metal table.

"Man, you think I would rob a blind dude?" The man at the table said.

"I don't know. Considering the wallet we found with you had folded cash in it, yeah I do." Sam said.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Said the man, Aaron recognized his voice from the first word he said.

"Aaron, how can you tell what kind of bill you're pulling out of your wallet?" Sam asked.

"I fold them. A ten I fold long ways, fives in half, twenty's are bent at the corners." Aaron said. He heard Sam walk over to the table and pick something up.

"Look at that, tens long ways, fives in half, and a bent twenty." Sam set the wallet back on the table.

"Do you recognize his voice?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, he's the one who hit me." Aaron said, he heard the thug sigh and could hear him tapping the table with what sounded like a coin.

"I think that's all we'll need here. There's a few other guys though if you wouldn't mind."

"I only heard three of them speak." Aaron said.

"That's fine. There's only four and I'm sure we can connect the last guy." Sam said. After hearing another three guys speak Aaron was able to confirm that two were there during the mugging, and Sam told him the fourth was the one who had been carrying the wallet.

"Thanks for coming down so quickly, Aaron." Sam said, he had led him out of the police station and onto the quiet streets.

"No problem, I'm glad I can help." Aaron smiled.

"So, I was wondering. Could I have your number?" Sam smiled.

"You already have it." Aaron laughed.

"Okay.... then can I keep your number for personal reasons? Not work related." Sam laughed.

"Yes, you can." Aaron smiled.

"Then, I'll call you." Sam smiled. Aaron waved good-bye and walked down the steps of the police station, onto the sidewalk. He had only gone a few steps when his cell phone rang. He picked it up on the third ring.


"You wanna get lunch with me?" Sam asked. Aaron turned around to where he knew Sam was still standing. He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Sure." He smiled and heard the other man jog down the stairs to catch up with him.

"I know this great diner." 


Sam and Aaron walked into the diner and sat down at a booth. They laughed from the conversation they had been having when they entered the diner.

"What can I get you two?" The waitress asked. Aaron heard Sam looking at a menu but he didn't touch his.

"I'll have the swiss burger and fries please." Sam handed her the menu.

"And you, sweetheart?" The waitress turned towards Aaron.

"You want me to read it to you?" Sam asked, but the way he said it made it obvious he knew Aaron wouldn't want him to.

"No, thank you." He said to Sam, " I'll have a fried chicken salad, ranch dressing, no tomato's please." 

"Sure thing." The waitress said, and walked off.

"How did you know they had that?" Sam asked.

"Easy, every diner has salad, every diner has fried chicken. You just pick things that they're always going to have." Aaron shrugged.

"God, I gotta say, I'm really impressed. There's no way I would be able to survive a day being blind." Sam laughed. Aaron smiled and took a sip of his water. 

"So tell me about yourself. Married?" Aaron asked.

"No, widower." Sam said, the smile in his voice gone.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." Sam waved a hand even though he knew Aaron couldn't see it.

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking." Aaron said carefully.

"I was working on a case, I'm sure you didn't notice but I'm the boss man around here." Truth was Aaron hadn't noticed, he just assumed he was an average cop.

"I didn't. Go on." Aaron said.

"I got obsessed with this case.... did you ever hear about 'The Ripper'?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, wasn't he that serial killer a few years back?"

"Yeah, well, I was in charge of his case. I got obsessed and got too close to the case. When I started to find out who it was, he went after my family. He killed my wife." Aaron could hear how hard this was for Sam to talk about.

"I'm so sorry." He placed his hand over Sam's.

"It was a long time ago." Sam took a deep breath.

"Still, that's something you can never really get over." Aaron said. Sam nodded even though Aaron couldn't see it.

"So what? You gave up on women after that?" Aaron laughed, trying to ease the tension.

"No," Sam chuckled, "I always knew I was bisexual. My wife never had a problem with it and we even experimented a little. I like men more, but I loved her so much." Sam said. A silence passed between them as if they were at her funeral, again.

"So what about you, I gave you my sob story its time for yours." Sam laughed. Aaron could hear him pick up a tissue and knew he was probably dabbing at his eyes which had teared up.

"Well, there's not much to say. I had a nice family, a decent amount of money, a nice home. I was in a car crash when I was ten, both of my parents died, my sister was in a coma for a month before she died, and I went blind due to a head injury." Aaron shrugged.

"And after that? How did you adjust to all of this so suddenly?" Sam asked, sipping a soda the waitress had brought him.

"I didn't, well at least I didn't adjust well. I had to go to a special needs school. A shady one at that. The orphanages were disgusting, I got into lots of fights, I never knew how to pick my battles and got my ass kicked a lot. Finally, when I was about fifteen, I met this guy who taught me how to stop being a prick. He was like a dad to me, made sure I stayed out of trouble and helped me cope with what had happened five years before."

"Who was he?" Sam asked. Aaron looked up from the table, he still hadn't gotten replacement glasses so the strange, unfocused, gray eyes stared straight at Sam.

"He was the school janitor," Aaron said. "Amazing how some of the wisest, best people in life can be seen as failures." He chuckled.

"Where is he now?" Sam asked.

"He died a few years ago, cancer." Aaron explained.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, it was a long time ago." Aaron repeated the words Sam had said only minutes before.

"So you got your life straightened out?"

"Yeah, I learned how to take care of myself, how to read braille, walk with a cane, all that jazz. I guess up until that moment I was trying to avoid it. I didn't want to accept that I would never see again." Aaron shrugged. Their food arrived and they began eating when Aaron spoke again.

"I hope my eyes don't bother you. I haven't gotten a chance to go shopping for new glasses yet." Aaron said.

"No, of course not. They're beautiful actually." Sam smiled, the blue gray film over his eyes gave him a haunted look that was quite attractive.

"Right." Aaron laughed.

"Seriously. They're this cool gray blue, like clouds after it rains." Sam said.

"Quite the poet aren't you?" Aaron smiled.

"Shut up." Sam blushed, and Aaron knew he was blushing even though he couldn't see the pink flush in his cheeks.


"Thanks for lunch, Sam. You really didn't have to pay you know." Aaron walked with Sam back to the police station.

"I know, but I wanted to." 

"Well, I get to pay next time." Aaron said.

"So there's going to be a next time?" Aaron stopped and looked nervous.

"I mean, you know if you want there to be a next time." He shrugged, like he didn't care but Sam knew he did.

"I do, want there to be a next time that is." Sam smiled. Aaron turned towards him and smiled at what he hoped was eye level. 

"How about tomorrow night, I'm a pretty fantastic cook actually." Aaron raised his chin, proud of himself.

"Sure, your place then?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, seven o clock. Don't be late." Aaron smiled, and pulled out his phone, calling for a cab. Sam watched him leave and as he walked up the stairs to the police station, counting the hours until their date.


Aaron got home late and sighed. He walked briskly past the digital clock, hitting the button as he passed.

"Six. Twenty. Two. P.M." The female electronic voice said.

"Shit." he grumbled, he threw his work clothes off and jumped in the shower quickly. He washed himself as fast as he could while still making sure everything was clean. He jumped out of the shower and dried himself before dressing in something a little more casual then his work clothes, and sexier. He pulled the tight jeans up over the bubble of his ass and buttoned them before buttoning his shirt up and making sure the collar was folded correctly. He ran past the clock again and hit the button.

"Six. Thirty. Five. P.M." The same voice said. He grumbled and quickly rushed into the kitchen to start dinner.

By the time the knock on the door came dinner was already started, but was behind what Aaron had hoped it would be. He walked over to the door.

"Who is it?" He called.

"Sam." The deep familiar voice answered. He smiled before running his hands down the front of his shirt, making sure it was straight and opened the door.

"Come on in." He smiled.

"Thanks." He heard Sam shut the door behind him and followed him inside.

"Wow, it's.... clean." Sam chuckled. Aaron stirred the food and smiled.

"I have to keep everything in its right place or I have no fucking clue where it is, and I trip over shit, its not fun."

"Really? You look so confident when you walk." Sam said.

"I may look confident but you have no idea how many times I've broken my nose from running into a wall or falling face first on the floor." Aaron blushed. He was nervous and was trying to keep the food from burning.

"Well, I can promise you your nose looks fine." Sam chuckled.

"I'll take your word for it." Aaron turned back to him.

"You can sit, only one rule in the house and that's if you move something, put it back exactly where you found it." Aaron laughed.

"Got it." He heard Sam pull out a chair and sit down.

"Oh," Sam said, as if he was just remembering something, "I brought some wine, figured since you were cooking I had to chip in somehow." Sam smiled. Aaron turned towards the table and held his hands out for the bottle.

"You really didn't have to do that." He blushed and put the wine on the counter.

"But I wanted to. It's good stuff, I promise." Sam laughed, "The food smells great!" He stood up and walked over towards Aaron.

"Hey! No peaking, I got a late start, work kept me awhile longer than I thought."

"What do you do for a living?" 

"I'm a school counselor." Aaron said, while stirring the pasta.

"Really, that's great." Sam said.

"I like to help kids, I work at a special needs school and it really helps them to know that I've been where they are now." Aaron said with a smile, it was obvious he loved his job and loved to help the kids.

"I'm glad you're happy with what you do." Sam nodded. Minutes later, dinner was ready and Aaron set down the plates of warm pasta.

"This is delicious." Sam moaned as he took his first bite.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it." Aaron smiled as he ate.

"Are you sure you're not a chef?" Sam asked.

"Oh hell no, some blind people can pull that off but I'm far to clumsy for anything with that many people in a small room and sharp things and hot things and sometimes things that are sharp and hot." Aaron laughed.

"You're really cute when you laugh, you know." Aaron blushed and brushed a bit of hair from his face.

"Thank you, you are too." Aaron smiled sincerely.

"Thanks I-..... Asshole." Sam laughed when he realized what Aaron had said.

"It's so much fun to do that to seeing people." Aaron laughed. He took a sip of his wine and realized Sam was right, it was good indeed.


"Dinner was fantastic, Aaron." Sam said, he leaned back in his chair and let the dinner settle.

"I'm really glad you liked it." Aaron began washing the dishes.

"Oh, please let me help." Sam got up.

"No way, you're the guest." Aaron shook his head.

"Then you wash, I'll dry. Okay?" Sam stood off to Aaron's left and grabbed the dishes he was finished washing. They washed the dishes silently, enjoying each others company. Once the dishes were done, Aaron went and sat on the couch, bringing Sam with him.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie?" Aaron asked, not wanting the date to be over.

"I'd like that." Sam agreed.

"Movies are under the T.V. Pick any one you like." Sam stood up and finally picked a movie, he returned to the couch and sat down.

"What did you pick?" Aaron asked.

"Daredevil." Sam chuckled. Aaron slapped him in the chest playfully and leaned back to listen to the movie.

Halfway through, Aaron began getting tired and leaned on Sam. Soon he was lying with his head on Sam's lap and his legs spread out across the couch. Sam stroked his hair gently as he watched the movie, and Aaron enjoyed the delicate touch.

"Sam?" He whispered.


"You don't mind that I'm blind?" Aaron asked.

"Not at all. Why?" Sam looked down at him, and saw the fear in his eyes.

"It's not something that usually attracts a guy to you. I know a lot of guys say they can handle it but they just can't and then they leave...I don't want to go through that again." Aaron said.

"You wont have to. I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to." Sam said, gently. Neither of them were watching the movie now.

"Promise?" Aaron asked quietly.

"Promise." A moment of silence passed and they went back to the movie.



"How long has it been?" Sam asked.

"My last boyfriend was eight years ago." Aaron said, honestly. Sam didn't say anything for awhile, just continued stroking his hair.

"He was a fool to leave you." Sam said, quietly, but loud enough so that Aaron could hear him. Aaron looked up at Sam, not really seeing anything, just wanting to face him. He pushed himself up with his arm and found Sam's lips. They kissed, tongues licking gently at each others lips. Aaron opened his mouth and let Sam in. He stayed submissive in the kiss and allowed Sam to ravish his mouth. What began as a small sensual kiss, turned into a full make out session like they were two teenagers at a movie.

"Please." Aaron whispered the single word.

"Okay." Sam picked up the smaller man easily, he carried him down the hall and found the bedroom. He set Aaron down on the soft black comforter and began kissing a trail down his neck. He reached the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned it quickly, throwing it on the floor.

"Wait, I cant just leave-"

"I'll get it later." Sam mumbled between kisses. Aaron let himself be swallowed by the bigger man's arms and mouth. Sam stripped him quickly and did the same for himself. He noticed a slight blush on Aaron's cheeks and his hands covering himself.

"Don't be embarrassed, love." Sam kissed him.

"I just... I'm not very big." Aaron whispered. Sam kissed his cheeks and brushed his hands away. He looked down at Aaron's slightly smaller dick and kissed him again.

"You're perfect, love." Sam licked at his lips and moved to nibble Aaron's ear while jacking him off slowly. They undressed each other completely and Aaron fondled Sam's balls lovingly. 

"Want you in me." Aaron said after a moment had passed. Sam began toying with his tight hole, pushing a few fingers in and out, using the lube he had gotten from his bedside table. One he was easily pushing three fingers in and out of Aaron's opening, he lined his cock up and began pressing into the smaller man.

"Ah, go slowly." Aaron hissed.

"Sorry." Sam kissed his temple and let Aaron adjust. He waited until Aaron relaxed and would push in again. Soon he was buried in to the hilt and thrusting in and out of Aaron's tight hole.

"Oh god!" Aaron arched his back with need.

"Call me Sam." Sam smiled against his mouth.

"Harder." Aaron ignored Sam's comment and just begged with need. Sam pumped his swollen cock into him harder until they were both on the edge of orgasm.

"Please, Aaron." Sam whispered.

"Cum with me, Sam." Aaron begged. Sam thrusted into Aaron's hot channel once more and filled him with his seed. 

"Shit!" Aaron hissed and relaxed once his cock stopped shooting his release. He sighed and curled up with Sam.

"Jesus, that was so good." Aaron purred into Sam's neck.

"Hell yeah it was." Sam smiled and kissed Aaron.

"We should clean up." Aaron mumbled, though he was already almost asleep.

"That can wait, lets just hold each other for awhile." Sam said, squeezing aaron tight.



Aaron woke up and felt the warm sun on his face. He moaned and turned over, snuggling into Sam's chest.

"Morning." Sam kissed the top of his head.

"Morning." Aaron smiled and nibbled his chest.

"How do you feel?" Sam asked.

"Great." Aaron sighed. He felt like he was still basking in the post orgasm bliss.

"Me too." Aaron stretched his hand over and hit the button on the digital clock.

"Nine. Fifteen. A.M." 

"Don't you have to work?" Aaron asked.

"Not today, you?" 

"Nope, Saturday means no school." Aaron brushed his fingers across Sam's chest.

"Good, so you wouldn't mind spending the day with me?" Sam rolled onto Aaron, kissing his forehead and teasing his lips.

"Not at all. If you help me do some shopping." Aaron kissed Sam's neck.

"Sure, just one more thing." Sam nibbled Aaron's ear.


"There's a policeman's ball coming up. And I would hope you would be my date."

"A ball, huh? Like with tuxes and dancing and music?" Aaron said, with disgusted and uninterested face. "Yeah I can do that." He laughed smiling. Sam laughed and kissed him firmly on the lips.

"Good, I'm excited to introduce you to some of my work friends." Sam rolled off him and stretched.

"Are you sure you won't be embarrassed?" Aaron said seriously.

"Of course not, I told you last night, I don't care that you're blind. And I definitely don't care what people think." Sam said. Aaron swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth.

"I'll have to go home at some point to shower and change, you know." Sam said, kissing him on the back of the neck. Aaron spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth.

"I don't think any of my stuff will fit you, or I would offer you something clean to wear." He said.

"That's alright, hey do you like dogs?" 


"My babies!" Sam held his arms out as his four dogs came charging at them.

"That sounds like a lot of feet." Aaron held his cane close to him, off the floor. He stood quietly in the doorway as Sam greeted the dogs. 

"There's four of them." Sam pulled Aaron down so he was on his knees to pet the dogs. As soon as he was down enough, the four different dogs leaped on him and began smothering his face in kisses.

"They're cute, I think." Aaron joked.

"This is Shadow," Sam put his hand on a rough one with wiry fur, "And this is Bongo," He put his hand on a small puppy with soft fur, "Macy." His hand landed high above his own head while he was on his knees, it was obvious the dog was a Great Dane or a small horse, "And Oslo." Sam put his head on a loud faced pug.

"They're cute." Aaron repeated, it had been awhile since he had been around dogs but he was enjoying it. Several of them had rolled over to allow him access to their stomachs, and Bongo was chewing on his shoe.

"No shoes, Bongo." Sam picked up the golden retriever pup.

"Can I hold him?" Aaron asked. They walked over to the couch and Sam sat Aaron down with Bongo.

"Hold him, I'll go shower and change real fast." Sam said. Aaron sat with the young puppy, playing with a small rope. The tiny growls that came from the blonde fuzz ball made Aaron smile and giggle.

"I see you two are having fun." Sam walked up to the two. 

"Showered already?" Sam asked.

"Yeah just got to get dressed." Sam said, Aaron heard him walking around the room.

"Wait what? Are you naked?" Aaron laughed.

"Maybe." Sam smiled coyly. 

"Sam!" Aaron stood up, the puppy frolicking down to the floor.

"What? It's not like you haven't seen me...... oh." Sam joked. Aaron pushed him and felt his bare chest underneath his hand.

"Let me go get dressed." Sam kissed him. Aaron blushed and sat on the floor, calling Bongo to him. Soon the little puppy frolicked up to his lap and curled up, falling asleep quickly.

"He's so cute!" Aaron called out, he didn't hear Sam's door close so he knew he could hear him.

"Isn't he? He was found in an abandoned building, his family just left him there when they moved." Sam said from his room.

"What? How sad." Aaron frowned.

"Yeah, we found the guy on a call and I just couldn't help but take him home." Sam said.

"I'm glad you did, I hate to think what would have happened to him." Aaron pet the small snoring ball of fur.

"Hey, does your place allow pets?" Sam asked. Aaron raised an eyebrow.

"No, why?" 

"Well, I don't know, just thinking ahead." Sam came out of the room.

"Pretty far ahead, we've only been on one date you know." Aaron smiled.

"Yeah, but I can dream cant I?" Sam grabbed Aaron's hand and pulled him up. He stroked the puppy that Aaron had in his hands.

"I wouldn't mind moving for these cuties." Aaron laughed as the other dogs played happily. 

"I'm glad you like them, I've always loved animals." Sam said.

"We should go, I'm not big on shopping and I just want to get this over with." Aaron laughed.

"It wont be so bad, you're with me aren't you?"


"Dark ones only, please." Aaron said as they walked up to a sunglasses stand at the mall.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you wear the glasses?" Sam said, as he poked around the stand.

"The light hurts some peoples eyes, when they're blind. Really, it's just a preference for me. It makes some people uncomfortable." Aaron shrugged.

"I think you look better without them, honestly." Sam smiled.

"You havent ever seen me with a pair, Sam." Aaron pointed out.

"Yeah, I know, but I like your eyes. They're pretty and show a lot of emotion." Sam said. Aaron blushed and looked down.

"Yeah, but not everyone feels that way."

"Who cares what other people think. Do you like wearing them?"

"I don't know. It's kind of annoying I guess." Aaron shrugged.

"Then don't wear them, do what makes you happy." Sam set down the pair of glasses he was looking at. Aaron squeezed the top of his cane nervously.

"I don't know, you really don't think its weird? I don't want people to stare or anything." Aaron fiddled with his cane more. He felt Sam's hands slide around his waist in a hug.

"I think you look fine, if you feel uncomfortable without them, then I'll help you pick out a pair, but I'm just saying you shouldn't be so concerned with what people think." Sam said.

"You're right, I'm tired of hiding behind glasses. However, I'm not tired of hiding behind shirts, not quite ready to go nudist yet. Help me pick something out for the dinner?" Aaron asked.

"Of course, it's a shame though about the nudist thing. You have a really hot body." Sam kissed his forehead.

"You want everyone lookin'?" Aaron laughed.

"Good point, keep your clothes on. At least when we're around other people." Sam nibbled his ear before they walked off towards the formal dress store.


"You look fine, I promise." Sam straightened Aaron's tie.

"Are you sure? What about my hair, too much?" Aaron touched his hair nervously.

"Aaron," Sam grabbed his shoulders, "You look stunning, trust me." He said, and it was true. The three button suit he wore showed off how young he was. His black hair matched the color of the new cane he had bought and the dark blue of the suit matched Sam's uniform.

"You're beautiful." Sam stroked the side of Aarons' face.

"Thank you." Aaron said. Sam had calmed him down and eased the gnawing panic in his stomach.

"Come on, we don't want to be late." Sam said, pulling Aaron out the door.


"Hey! Sam, glad you can make it. I thought you said you weren't coming?" One of Sam's friends from the station walked up to them.

"Hey, Rich. I wasn't going to since I didn't have a date, didn't feel like going alone you know?" Sam smiled.

"Yeah, makes sense. But I see you did come, and you do have a date." Rich smiled.

"Hi, I'm Aaron." Aaron held out his hand. The grip in which Rich shook it nearly broke some bones. He smiled and rubbed his sore hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Rich, one of the far less superior officers compared to Sammy here." Rich laughed.

"Sammy, huh?" 

"Don't even think about it." Sam growled. The two laughed and Sam sighed at his exposed nickname.

"I have to go find my wife, but I'll see you two later." Rich said goodbye and ran off to find his wife.

"He's nice, Sammy." Aaron snickered.

"Shut up." Sam kissed his neck. Aaron laughed and blushed."I hope you aren't to overwhelmed." Sam said.

"No, it's not so bad. It's just quiet talking. At the police station it's too much, with all the yelling and phones and what not." Aaron said as they walked around the large room. Aaron had folded his cane and hung it from his belt, letting Sam lead him around.

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Sam said.

"I'm glad you brought me." Aaron kissed his jaw.

"You want something to drink?" Sam asked.

"Sure." Aaron stood by while Sam handed him a glass of champagne.

"Thank you." Aaron sipped the drink while Sam sipped his own.

"To be honest I didn't think this was your sort of thing."

"It's not, I usually make some lame excuse not to come." Sam admitted.

"Then why did you come this year?" Aaron asked, confused.

"Because I had a beautiful man to show off." Sam smiled. Aaron blushed and didn't know what to say.

"I'm glad I mean so much to you." Aaron said.

"You really do. I've dated since my wife died but it was just never the same. With you.... I don't know I just feel like I'm alive again." Sam said.

"Good, I don't want to date a dead man." Aaron turned towards him and smiled. Sam looked at his beautiful face for a moment before speaking.

"Will you dance with me?" He asked, setting his drink down and pulling Aaron towards the dance floor.

"I don't know, I haven't danced since the accident. I don't know if I can." Aaron was hesitant.

"Come on, please. Don't be nervous." Sam stopped on an empty spot of the dance floor and pulled Aaron to his chest. The top of the blind man's head reached Sam's chin. Sam began swaying them back and forth to the music.

"I haven't done this in so long." Aaron laughed.

"You're doing fine, babe."

"Are you sure?" Aaron blushed.

"Yes, calm down." Sam laughed.

"Sam, who is this fine man?" A deep voice said, it was scratchy like his vocal cords were made of sand paper.

"This is my boyfriend, Aaron." Sam turned them to talk to his friend, still dancing to the quiet music.

"You're a lucky man, I'm Andrew," The man said, "And this is my wife, June." 

"Hello." Aaron nodded towards the mans voice, and the unheard woman.

"How long have you two been seeing each other?"

"A few weeks now." Sam said, squeezing Aaron tighter.

"I'm glad you found someone, Sam." The sandpaper voice said.

"Thank you. How are the kids?" Sam asked.

"They're good." June finally spoke, her voice was delicate and sweet, the complete opposite of her husband.

"Good, are you two enjoying the party." Sam turned them around, continuing to the song.

"Yes, It's wonderful. Are you two having fun?" June asked.

"It's great, I'm having a really good time." Aaron spoke.

"You two look great, a really cute couple." June smiled. Aaron blushed again.

"Yes, very cute." Andrew said with a strange tone in his voice.

"Thanks." Sam said, oblivious to the strange tone. It didn't get past Aaron though. He smiled nervously.

"Well, we'll see you two later." Andrew said, and Aaron listened to him walk off.

"Do you know him well?" He asked, leaning into Sam's chest.

"Yeah, we've worked together for years." Sam said. "Why?"

"I don't know, he just gives me the creeps is all." Aaron shrugged.

"Why? He's a good guy." Sam said.

"I don't think he likes me." Aaron said.

"Why wouldn't he?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, I just get this vibe from him." Aaron said.

"He's a good guy, Aaron. I've known him for years, I went to the same high school with him and June. If he scares you then we'll just stay away from him tonight." Sam said.

"Okay." Aaron shrugged. He supposed that if Sam had known him for as long as he said he had then he couldn't be all bad.


Aaron tripped over his own feet and fell onto the couch in a giggle fit.

"I think you're drunk." Sam chuckled. Aaron held up a hand with a small distance between his fingers, in the 'little-bit' sign.

"How many glasses did you have?" Sam chuckled and hung up his jacket.

"I dunno." Aaron giggled and fell off the couch.

"Careful, babe." Sam lifted him up and carried him towards his bedroom.

"I'm being careful." Aaron slurred.

"Sure you are." Sam chuckled and sat him down on his bed.

"Lemme suck you off." Aaron reached for Sam's pants. Sam knocked his hand away and it flopped down to the bed.

"I don't think so." 

"But I wanna taste your cock." Aaron chuckled, and sighed.

"I don't want you doing anything you'll regret later." Sam began taking his boots off.

"I won't regret it. I already let you fuck me." 

"Good point, but I still don't want to take any chances." Sam laughed.

"Pretty please?" Aaron sat up and pouted his lips.

"Aaron I-" Aaron pushed him onto the ground and climbed on top of him.

"Pretty, pretty please?" He licked his lips.

"Okay." Sam gave in, and began helping the drunk, blind man to unbutton his pants. Once his pants were several feet away on the floor, Aaron pulled down his underwear and sucked his limp cock into his mouth. He suckled the cock until it was fully erect and throbbing. Sam moaned and placed a hand on his head, encouraging the smaller man as he milked his cock for all he was worth.

"Oh god, That's it." Sam moaned. His cock began throbbing and his balls tightened up. Aaron moaned while swallowing his dick whole. The vibrations rolled up and down Sam's cock, coaxing the swollen pole to spew the pearly cum. Sam ran his hand through Aaron's hair and bunched his hand in a fist as he exploded into Aaron's warm mouth.

"Mmm, you taste nice." Aaron swallowed the load in his mouth, licking his lips. Sam panted as his orgasm subsided, finally he stood up and pulled Aaron onto the bed with him. He kissed him firmly on the lips and could taste himself on his tongue. He wrapped the smaller man in his arms and the two fell asleep quickly.


Three months after the policemen's dinner, Aaron had become used to the noise and roar of the police station and came to visit Sam everyday at noon.

"Hey, love." Sam kissed Aaron's forehead as he handed him the bag of food from their diner.

"Thought we could eat in today?" Aaron said.

"Sure, come on." Sam brought him to a free interrogation room and they sat down in the sound proof room to eat.

"How was your day, babe? That kid, whats his name? Mitch, is he doing any better?" Sam asked, as he bit into his burger.

"Yeah, I'm just glad we got him out of that home." Aaron shook his head.

"You really helped him, Aaron. You should be proud of yourself." Sam smiled.

"I was just doing my job, you guys did all the real work." Aaron shrugged.

"But we would have never known if you hadn't had talked to the kid, you're the one who noticed his parents were abusive, Aaron. You probably saved his life." Sam reached across the table and stroked his face.

"I guess, thanks." Aaron smiled, "What about you, how has work been?" Aaron put another forkful of salad into his mouth.

"Not so great." Sam sighed.

"Why, what's going on?" 

"I shouldn't talk about it." Sam shook his head. Aaron knew that if Sam couldn't talk about it, it was serious.

"Okay." Aaron shrugged. Sam sighed.

"We've been finding people, bodies." Sam said. Aaron looked up and his blank eyes were thoughtful.

"How many?" Aaron asked.

"A lot. At least more than there should be." Sam sighed.

"Do you think they're connected?" Aaron asked. Sam sighed and looked at his boyfriend, he didn't want to worry him but he felt like he needed to tell him.

"All the recent victims.... it all looks like..." He sighed and sat back in his chair.

"You cant mean him..." Aaron said.

"It's the same MO, Aaron. How could it not be? We never caught the guy." Sam sighed.

"Maybe it's just a copy cat. A vigilante or something." Aaron said.

"I guess, but its exactly the same. Things we didn't release to the public, things that only us and 'The Ripper' would know." 

"Maybe someone released information?" 

"We would have known about it." Sam reasoned.

"It's been years. Why is he starting all of this again now? If he is, I mean." 

"I don't know. The killings started randomly last time too. Apart from...her...he only kills men, ages twenty to forty..." Sam thought out loud.

"And the way he... you know..." Aaron squirmed in his seat.

"All of them maimed and butchered." Sam shook his head, disgusted.

"You'll find this guy, Sam. I know you can." Aaron said, reaching across the table to put a hand on his arm.

"Thanks babe, I-"

"Sir, we found another one." One of the lower ranking officers barged into the interrogation room. Aaron nodded for him to go and Sam rushed out of the room, followed by the other officer.


"A few miles away from the man we found two weeks ago."

"Lets go."

Aaron sat in the interrogation room, he wanted to wait for Sam since he had something important to ask him.

"Hello." The gravely voice said.

"Hi, uh, Andrew right?" Aaron was playing dumb, he could never forget that eerie chilling voice.

"Yeah, what are you doing her3?"

"Came to bring Sam lunch. I have something important to ask him." Aaron put on a fake smile.

"Huh... Well you know if you were smart you would get out of here while you could." Andrew said.

"Excuse me?" Aaron frowned.

"Sam is leaving, It would be wise to not sit around for nothing." Andrew said, even though it was obvious that wasn't what he was originally talking about.

"Uh, okay. Thanks." Aaron swallowed. The sandpaper voiced man made his skin crawl and gave him a vibe of pure terror.

"I'll see you around." Andrew said. 

"Yeah, maybe." Aaron swallowed nervously again, hoping the other man couldn't hear it.

"Definitely." He heard Andrew walk out of the room and held back the tears of fear. He picked up his stuff and left quickly


A few hours later Sam returned home from the gruesome scene. He threw he jacket on the floor and kicked off his shoes as he walked.

"Hey." The sound of Aaron's voice made him jump.

"Jesus, you scared the living shit out of me!" Sam grasped his chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Aaron stood up from the couch, leaving a sleeping Bongo on his back.

"It's okay, what the hell are you doing here?" When he saw Aaron's look of disappointment he realized how he had said it.

"I didn't mean it like that, I'm glad you're here. But what's the occasion?" He walked over and wrapped his arms around Aaron.

"Well, I was going to ask you something today but you got busy and I was going to wait but then you had to leave and work called and-"

"Aaron, babe. What is it?" Sam laughed.

"Well... I mean.... shit, never mind." Aaron laughed nervously and turned to leave.

"Tell me." Sam said, and turned him back to face him.

"I... I think that we both know how much we mean to each other, and we've been seeing each other for awhile now..." 


"And... I mean it's kind of hard for me to live alone, I can't believe they even let me.... But I just think that... I don't mean that I want this just because I need someone to take care of me, because I don't, I do fine on my own..." Aaron babbled. Sam smiled, knowing what he was trying to ask. He interrupted his prattling with a kiss.

"Yes, I'll move in with you." Sam said. Aaron stood there shocked for a moment and then his face cracked into a huge smile. 

"Really? I mean, I was hoping you would say that, and I-" He was interrupted with another kiss.

"If you don't mind though, I think it would be better if you moved in here with me. I own the house, and your place doesn't allow pets." Sam reasoned.

"You're right, I forgot about that. I would love to." Aaron blushed, he didn't often get nervous besides the occasional blush, but when he did he was adorable. 

"We can move you in this weekend, yeah?"

"Yeah." Aaron sighed and smiled.

"What is it? Theres something else you're not telling me." Sam said, seeing right through Aaron's eyes.

"It's not important." Aaron waved a hand.

"Yes it is, it's worrying you, its important." Sam said.

"it's just... I talked to Andrew today, when you had to leave suddenly." Aaron explained.

"Is this about him giving you the creeps again?" Sam sighed.

"Yes, I mean he threatened me." Aaron said.

"What?" Sam was suddenly at attention.

"Well, I mean he didn't REALLY threaten me, he just... I don't know he just scares me is all. He told me if I was smart I would leave." Aaron said.

"Why would he say something like that?" Sam asked.

"He said it was because you were leaving, and it wasn't smart to sit around waiting if you weren't going to be back any time soon." 

"Thats all? He just worded it weird, babe." Sam sighed. Aaron didn't believe it for a second but didn't want to argue.

"I'm sure its nothing. At least I'll be moving in in no time."

"Good, I need something good in my life right now." Sam kissed him again.

"I take it your day wasn't good then?" Aaron frowned.

"We found something with the newest stiff." Sam sighed and sat down on the couch.

"What?" Aaron felt Sam place something in his hand. "Wow, this feels like a very interesting piece of paper." Aaron raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, forgot." Sam blushed.

"Dear Samuel," He read.

"Samuel." Aaron snickered. 

"Shh." Sam growled. Aaron snickered quietly as Sam continued.

"Dear Samuel, I'm sure you remember me from before. We were quite close, at least I was. You were catching up to me, but not fast enough. Not fast enough for your wife anyways. Well here's your second chance. The hunt begins again Sam." Sam threw the letter onto the table and put his head in his hands.

"It's going to be okay, Sam." Aaron put his hand on his shoulder.

"But what if it won't be okay?" Sam snapped. "What if I lose you too?" Tears fell from his eyes, Aaron felt the warm tears drip onto the hand that was caressing his face. 

"You won't." Aaron promised.

"You don't know that." Sam was sobbing now.

"I know that nothing can keep us apart." Aaron said. "Not even a crazed serial killer playing a very bloody game of chess with you." Aaron joked. Sam laugh between sobs until the tears stopped. Sam hugged him tight, comforted by his lovers embrace. The letter was forgotten and the two men crawled into bed together.


"Black jeans." Aaron read the Braille tag on the hanger. Sam hung up the remainder of the clothing.

"Thats it, you're officially a resident of this house." Sam kissed Aaron.

"Time to celebrate?" Aaron began toying with the buttons on Sam's shirt.

"Ooooh, yes." Sam smiled. Their lips were about to meet when the phone rang.

"Ooooh, no." Aaron laughed. Sam sighed and reached over for the phone.

"Yeah?" The person on the other line spoke and Sam's face grew serious. He sat up from where he was lying on the bed.

"I'll be right there." Sam stood up and buttoned his shirt up. He hung up the phone and reached for his shoes.

"What is it?"

"They found something at the last site. I need to go. Will you be okay here?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I need time to wander and get to know the place well enough so that I don't need my cane." Aaron said, it was true he had to do that at some point but wanted to spend time with Sam more than wander.

"Okay, I'll be back later. Lock the door behind me?" Sam kissed him.

"Sure." Aaron followed him out of the bedroom and locked the door behind him.


"What did you find?" Sam walked up to the gory scene before him.

"This." He handed him an envelope.

"It wasn't here before, it's completely clean, no blood."

"Did you check for prints yet?"

"Yeah, as usual, not a single one. But we haven't opened it yet, there might be some inside." Mat put on a second glove and ripped open the spotless white envelope. Another letter was inside. He opened it and something fell out.

Dear Sam, will you ever learn? You've lost one person due to your obsession, and now you'll lose another. Sam's blood froze and he looked down at what had fallen out. He picked up the fallen item and turned it over.


He dropped the letter on the floor and ran out to the building. The other officer picked it up with his gloved hands and also picked up the item that had caused Sam to run out of the room. Folded inside the letter, was a picture of Sam and Aaron from the ball.


Aaron walked through the house carefully, counting his steps down the hallway to the bathroom, trailing his hand on the wall as he went. He turned and counted again back to the kitchen. He heard a faint sound and turned his head towards it.

"Sam?" He said after a moment of listening, the man had just left and Aaron figured he had forgotten something. He walked out to the living room.

"What did you forget?" Aaron asked. He walked towards the door and felt the lock, still closed. He scrunched his brow and shook his head, he hadn't heard anything. He returned to the long task of memorizing the steps to each room and piece of furniture that posed a threat. He heard another sound and this time was sure of it.

"Who's there?" he asked. He moved to the source of the sound. The bedroom was empty, it was easy to sense people in a room, usually by shuffling feet or heavy breathing. The room was silent except for the steady cool breeze blowing in Aaron's face. He walked across the room carefully and shut the window.

"I didn't leave that-" He felt the cool blade slide around his neck. He froze instantly and felt a gloved finger press against his lips in the 'Shh' motion. He swallowed nervously and felt the knife's blade press into his throat. He wanted to scream but knew if he did, no one would get there in time to help him. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of his head and if he hadn't been blind, everything would have gone dark.


"Aaron?" Sam shouted, unlocking the door as fast as he could. There was no answer in the room. In the bedroom a single white envelope sat on the bed.

"Too late" The letter inside said. 

Sam crumpled the piece of paper and cursed before flying out of the room and driving as fast as he could to the police station. 


"What did you do to him you bastard?" Sam ran into the building, directly towards Andrew.

"What?" Sam threw the confused man against the wall.

"Don't fuck with me!" He shouted, several cops stood looking at the enraged Sam. "I swear to god if you hurt him I will do unimaginable things to you." Sam spat between his teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Sam turned and threw him over a desk. Several officers finally stepped forward to hold him back. "I'll fucking kill you!" He shouted, fighting back the three officers holding him back just barely. A fourth got in front of him and shoved him back, away from Andrew.

"He took him from me, he took him." Sam sobbed.


Aaron woke up to the sound of dripping water. His mind was fogged as he tried to remember what had happened and then it all struck him at once. He jumped up from where he was lying, or at least tried to. Several ropes were tied around his arms and legs, keeping him from moving more than a few inches. He struggled and felt the cold blade against his cheek. It was the flat side of the knife but it was no less threatening. He stopped his struggle and froze. A gloved hand patted him on the cheek as a reward for stopping his struggles. He heard the footsteps move around him and felt the knife sliding down his skin, he realized he was completely naked and was shivering in the cold damp room.

"Please, just let me go I wont tell anyone, I can't even identify you, I'm blind and you haven't said anything, please I-" He wasn't below begging at this point but the cold knife cut him off as its pointed tip dug into his right leg. He screamed and tried to wiggle away from the knife but had no where to go. The pain stopped and he could feel warm blood flowing down his leg, though it didn't feel like the killer had cut deep, thankfully. He learned his lesson, no talking. 

He waited patiently as the solid boot steps echoed on the concrete floor. The knife ran up and down each leg, not breaking skin but coming damn close. He whimpered quietly as the knife ran up his left side now.

"You're 'The Ripper', aren't you?" Aaron whispered. The knife was immediately at his neck, and the murderer was slowly applying more and more pressure, until a thin line of red blood spilled forth from his throat. As soon as the blood came forward, the knife was removed. Aaron cried as the hushed shushing sound came from The Ripper's mouth, his breath washing over Aaron's face. Aaron shuddered and tried to stop crying, he remembered what had happened to Sam's wife and could only pray that history wouldn't repeat itself.


"Why do you think detective Simons is The Ripper?" Sam was questioned.

"He's threatened Aaron, and him and my wife never got a long." Sam spat, he knew it was a weak case but there was nothing else he could do.

"But you've known him all your life. You think you've been friends with a killer for years?" 

"I don't know, all I know, is that not too long ago, he and Aaron got into it, and now Aaron could be...." He couldn't finish the sentence, tears fell from his eyes and he tried to hold back the sobs.

"I can't lose him. I nearly didn't make it through losing my wife, I can't lose him too. He's all I have left." Sam buried his head in his hands and sobbed.

"Why don't you go home? We can handle things here until you pull yourself together enough." Sam nodded and agreed to let one of the other cops drive him home. He walked into the empty house and sighed. His dogs had been drugged when Aaron was taken and all of them were at the vet. Except Bongo who had been spared, probably because of his small size. He posed no threat to anyone. Sam fell into bed and inhaled the scent of Aaron's shampoo. Bongo struggled to jump up onto the tall bed but eventually Sam had to help him up. He curled up on Aaron's pillow, staring at Sam with sad, lost, lonely eyes. 

"I miss him too, but we'll get him back. I swear to God I'll get him back." Sam pet the small puppy as he made his vows.


"Sam, what are you doing back here so soon?" One cop asked.

"I'm fine, I just need to find Aaron, and find this son of a bitch. Where's Andrew?" Sam asked.

"He's in custody right now, just a suspect." The cop answered. Sam handed him the note he found on his bed.

"I forgot about this, check this for prints." The cop ran off to do as he was told and Sam got to work.


It had been two days. He had been tied down to the table in the same spot for two days. His bladder burned and he needed to go badly and didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold it. The ropes around his wrists had begun digging into his flesh, leaving swollen red marks from his struggling. The burns hurt and every time he even turned his wrist his entire arm felt like it was on fire from the ropes. Several minor stab wounds were spread over his body, though most of them had scabbed over by now. 

He heard the door open to what he had began to call The Dungeon, and the familiar boots step in. He swallowed, ready to feel the cold metal of the knife against his tender flesh. But it didn't come. The sound of something hollow and metal falling onto the ground was loud and broke the two day long silence, he jumped and felt the burning in his wrists, he hissed at the pain and tried to hold still. The underwear he was allowed to wear was pulled down roughly, and a cold metal bucket was held up to him. It was clear what it was for and Aaron wasn't going to argue. He quickly emptied his bladder with a crimson face, shamed that this man could control everything he did. His stomach growled and he risked it.

"It's been two days, please, just a little food and wat-" He was cut off by the scream that pierced the air as the knife was lodged in his shoulder. Every time he spoke, the punishment got worse, and this time was no exception. The knife was held in his shoulder for a good thirty seconds before his screaming, and pain, began to subside. As soon as he began to quiet, the knife was ripped out of his shoulder, bringing in a whole new flood of pain and screaming. The Ripper pulled up his underwear, and left the room wordlessly. In the two days he had been kept here, never once had the murderer spoken.


"Sam, we have news." 

"Good or bad?"

"Not sure, the letter you gave us, it had prints on it." The cop reported.


"They matched Andrews." A surge of anger and hope flew through Sam's body all at once. He had a chance.


"Where were you the night Aaron Bartholomew was abducted?" One cop asked, Sam sat quietly in the back of the room.

"Home. With my wife." Andrew said, the cop wrote down the information and continued his questioning.

"Can she confirm that?"

"No, she was sleeping."

"Why weren't you asleep?" 

"I have insomnia." Andrew shrugged.

"Liar, you're always the first one asleep when we're working late!" Sam snapped.

"Sam, I agreed to let you be in here, but if you don't stay quiet I'll send you out." Sam nodded obediently.

"Did you ever touch the letter that was found in Sam and Aaron's bedroom?" 

"No." Andrew rolled his eyes. The cop eyed him for a second.

"So you're a pretty big guy, you could easily grab a smaller handicapped guy like Aaron, couldn't you?" 

"A big guy..." Sam said out loud.


"Nothing, continue." Sam said, still thinking about what the officer had said.

"Yeah I guess I could." Andrew shrugged.

"Hey." Sam butted in again. The cop sighed and threw his hands up.

"Sam, that's it, get out!" 

"No, wait. I have an idea." 


"This is the only window that was open, all the others were locked and the door was locked. It's the window to our bedroom and the room where the note was left." Sam explained.

"The thing is, it's on the second floor. We assume the person used a ladder or something, but we don't have one and how obvious is a person walking down the street with a ladder and a note in their hands?" Sam asked, no one answered. "And plus on the way out they were carrying an unconscious blind guy and a ladder? Someone would have seen." He turned towards his bed swallowing.

"But, say they had help. What if someone lifted The Ripper up on their shoulders, and then passed up the letter?" Sam asked. The other cops seemed to ponder this. "But Andrew is kind of a big guy, it would take a huge guy to lift him up there. And even then, there's no way he could fit through that window." Sam gestured up at the very small window. Andrew was shifting back and forth on his feet nervously.

"It would need to be someone light, and smaller. Someone who he could easily lift up to the window and knock Aaron out while placing the note. Then he would catch Aaron and the killer would be caught and put down." Sam reasoned. The other cops were nodding, understanding what had happened but not knowing where it was going.

"What are you saying, Sam?"

"I know who it is." Sam said and climbed into a patrol car.


The knife ran up and down Aaron's body slowly, the man was playing with his nerves and Aaron was shaking with fear. He dug the tip of the knife in and drew a little blood. Aaron hissed and the knife was removed.

"Now you die." The voice said, the first words spoken since he had been captured. His eyes snapped open and he gasped.


The door crashed in with a loud bang and several pairs of footsteps echoed across the concrete floor. He heard several guns being cocked. The knife was pulled away from his throat and warm arms grabbed his shoulders. He screamed as the pain shot up his arm from the stab wound.

"I want medics down here now!" Sam shouted.

"Sam..." Aaron gasped.

"Shhh, I'm here. I found you." Sam kissed his face repeatedly. Aaron burst into tears and leaned his head into his strong lover as he tried to undo the ropes holding him down. Finally one of the cops came forward with a knife they used to cut the ties. Sam held Aaron close, mindful of his injured shoulder. The paramedics came flooding in and Sam had to move aside.

"Is he going to be alright?" Sam asked.

"It's a severe stab wound, but he should be fine." One medic said. Sam thanked god for the eighth time that night and turned to face the person who had given him hell for a long time.

"I finally caught up to you." Sam said to June.

"I knew you couldn't keep your mouth shut you fucking pussy!" June shouted at Andrew, who was pale and fiddled nervously.

"I didn't tell them! I swear!" He cried, and coward behind two cops.

"Liar!" She spat, it was strange seeing such cruel and hateful words coming from such a thin sweet woman.

"He didn't say anything, I figured it out." Sam sneered. June glared at him with enough hatred to melt steel. The cops carried her off to the back of a squad car, and drove off.

"I don't get it, what was the motive?" One cop muttered.

"I don't know about everyone else, but she's always had a crush on me. Since high school." Sam explained.

"She was always so angry." Andrew spoke up, "She made me do a lot of her dirty work, she said if I ever told anyone.... You know what she's capable of." 

"Speaking of which," The cop continued, "We found four other bodies down here, and records of victims we didn't even know about." 

"Sam?" Aaron whimpered. Sam walked over to his lover who was about to be put in the ambulance.

"Can I go with him?" Sam asked one of the medics.

"Sure, but we need to go." 


Two months later, Aaron was leaving the hospital with his arm finally out of the sling. Now able to use his cane, Sam walked with him to the car. The doctors said he would have to wear the cast for awhile, but his arm would eventually heal and would be completely functional. And they had been right, his arm was fine now and he only felt minor pain every now and then. 

"I love you, baby." Sam said once they got home. Sam leaned over to kiss his temple.

"I love you, too. You want something to eat? How bout I make us something?" Aaron stood and walked over to the kitchen.

"No, that's alright I'll get it." Aaron turned his head to the side and thought as Sam bustled around the kitchen.

"Sam." Aaron said.

"It's fine, baby, I got it." Sam turned on the stove.

"Sam." Aaron said, exasperated.

"It wont take long why don't you go sit down and I'll-"

"Sam!" Aaron shouted.

"What?" Sam stared at his boyfriend like he was crazy.

"Don't start this." Aaron pointed a finger at him.

"What?" Sam repeated.

"I'm not some delicate flower, Sam. I can and will take care of myself. I understand if you want to do something nice for me, but I wont let you baby me just because I'm blind."

"Can I baby you because you were held hostage and tortured by my number one enemy?" Sam pouted. Aaron smiled.

"No." He said. Sam sighed.

"I know that you're capable of caring for yourself. But I just worry I don't want you to get hurt or-"

"I can't promise I won't, but I'm not going to let you strip me of my dignity just because I'm blind." Aaron said. Sam pouted harder.

"Can I strip you of something else?" He gave a wicked grin.

"Hmm..." Aaron's face grew serious and he looked deep in thought, "Okay." Aaron leaned in for a tender kiss. Sam pulled him towards the bedroom, food forgotten entirely. Aaron let himself be wrapped in Sam's arms and thanked whoever was listening and watching over him for the man he loved.

1 comment:

  1. I liked it a lot. And who would have thought it was the wife!