Silent Communication

Chapter 3

Castiel POV

Castiel wasn't always like this to begin with. No, he had been a very good little boy who hated violence. His childhood home was a violence free home. His parents were the sweetest people to have lived in existence. He was a straight B student who everyone loved to be friends with. Up until he graduated. Even longer after that.

His first time had been when he was twenty seven. A guy that he had just met three months prior to their crime had waltzed into his life and changed it completely. At first, the man, whose name was Jim Moriarty, seemed like a normal guy. Well, except for the fact that he was kinda gay. Jim started out by approaching the dark-haired, blue-eyed man at his workplace. They both worked the computers for a well-known detective and had been eyeing each other for the longest time.

For about three months, everything was going fine. Jim and Cass had many friendly encounters that led to them developing feelings towards each other, that led them to going on dates and finally landing them in each others arms. They had many lustful and passionate nights together until they confessed their love for each other.

Once they said those three famous words to each other, at that fateful three month mark, that was when warning signs started going off in Cass' mind. He would notice that Jim was out late and when he came home, he would be in a happier mood than the one he left in.

When washing Jim's clothes, Castiel would sometimes find little splotches of blood on his personal items. It didn't hit the blue-eyed man that something unusual was going on until one night, for the first time since they started having intimate relations, that the brown-eyed man had declined having sex with Cass.

It was one of the nights that Jim had came back in one of his weird moods. That was until Castiel started nagging about it. When Moriarty had walked through that door, Cass jumped up out of the chair and jumped into his lovers arms. He desperately needed  to alleviate the sexual desire that swelled in his groin.

At first, it seemed to surprise Moriarty. When he didn't respond to any of Cass' touches, the man let go and took a step back.

"Jim, have sex with me," Cass demanded, leaning in to kiss his lovers neck. Starting at the base of the slightly smaller mans throat, Cass licked and kissed his way sensually up until he hit the base of Jim's neck, right where his neck dipped and turned into his chin.

Jim gently pushed his man away, feeling no need, or rather want, to engage in any activities that night. He was already satisfied from hours before he arrived home. "Cass, I don't want to."

Shocked, Castiel took a step back, a slightly mortified look gracing his beautiful face. "Why? We barely have any sex anymore and I don't know why."

Stepping forward, Moriarty placed a hand on his lovers cheek and smiled a little. "I'm simply wiped tonight." He leaned in and pecked Castiel on his perfect pink lips before heading around him. "Definitely tomorrow, angel."

It suddenly angered the blue-eyed man that his boyfriend came home late more often than not these days. Especially with all the blood that he had been finding blotched onto the smaller mans clothing.

It finally occurred to him that maybe Jim's late nights had something to do with all that blood. The things that ran through his mind didn't horrify him, but just made him angrier. What wasn't his boyfriend telling him, and why wasn't he being included in it? It always seemed to make Moriarty happy, whatever he was doing.

Whirling around, Cass demanded an answer to all his previous thoughts. Jim had paused, but still hadn't said a word. This only made him angrier. Having enough, Castiel rushed forward, grabbed Moriarty roughly by the arm and had whirled him around to face him. Shock was etched onto his face. "TELL ME NOW!"