The Detective's suspect // Heiscara ☆

Chapter three

Scaramouche kneeled infront of the other, grabbing the knife again. Heizou was a little bit scared of the other harming him, but the situation was nothing like that.

The purple haired man looked into his eyes, then slowly traced his gaze down to his lips, that were a little dry at the time. He took a deep breath and pressed his own lips against them.

In the heat of the moment, Heizou didn't know what to do. Should he kiss back? Should he pull away? Should he just sit there? So many questions flooded his head, that he didnt even notice the rope being cut by Scaramouche, and the kiss ending.

The purple haired man quickly wiped his mouth and got back up on his feet. He felt embarrassed, because he was convinced that the detective had feelings for him, yet now he thought he didn't.

–I cut the rope... you're free to go now.

Heizou looked at his wrists. A piece of the rope was still around one of them, but he was able to separate the two hands from eachother.

–Could we forget about this–Scaramouche started but was cut off by the other.

The detective pressed his lips against the other's, feeling the sweetness of his saliva. He never wanted the moment to end, but it still ended so fast.

Without saying a word, Heizou rushed out of the house, not looking back for a single moment, leaving s confused Scaramouche standing in the middle of his room, flustered.

The man quickly found his way home and hurried inside. It was cold oustide at the time, so he was very happy to finally be in the warmth of his home again. The first thing he did was walk to the bathroom. He undressed himself and stepped into the shower. He could not get the past moments oit of his head. He didnt know if he should scream, cry, throw up, go back to Scara and apologize, go back to Scara and kiss him again or off himself.

The option he landed on was his last thought. He grabbed the rope that Scara tied him up with from the pile of clothes he recently took off, and took a look at them. They seemed to be pretty new, and were probably never used before he got tied up with it. His imagination was always wild before this moment, but this time it went far off limits. He imagined tying Scaramouche up with that rope and he himself getting onto him and kissing him. Shivers went down his spine at the thought. He never knew that one day he is gonna think of the other this way, but there is a right moment for everything. After that, just like the other day he began stroking his own body. He shivered into his own touch, just thinking about the other man.