RAW Deception (Round 2 in the RAW Instinct Series)

Shane

Listen to the music: Cold Play - Fix You

That helicopter ride was by the far the best thing that had ever happened to me. My heart leaped when he said he loved me and it was like everything that had happened in my life, every road I had taken, every friend I had met, including Joe, every gift I had received, every moment spent with Raw and Edward, all of this had led me towards this incredible moment with this incredible man. I didn't want to spend another day without him.

We made love afterwards. True love. No lust or groping for each other's cock. Our naked torso's pressed so tight I could feel his blood racing through his veins and into mine. His breathing became mine, His lips, kissing every inch of my body, burned through my skin. Never have I known such joy. No need for blowjobs. Our bodies danced, our cocks throbbed against each other and coming together heightened the pleasure and love I felt for him.

I didn't want the night to end. I didn't want the stars to fade on our love. Making love to Greg was all I wanted to do that night, the whole night. But, as all good things must pass, the hours passed too. We dressed and returned to his house and for the first time I used my key to open the door.

It felt like home.

This was home.

I had arrived.

Every day with Gregory was an exercise in love and friendship I had never before had the pleasure of knowing.

***

The following morning my first appointment was with Superintendent Moswai. I called him Sup for short. I had been relegated to the mundane privilege of pen pushing during the last few months after my stabbing incident, and honestly, I was more than bored with it.

He stood at the window clenching his fist. A huge man with a face like a balloon and stomach that stood out a mile. His face taught with anxiety.

He didn't say a word when I came into his office.

"Good to see you too, Sup," I said in my warmest sarcastic voice.

"Sit down, detective."

I could only wonder why he was in such a bad mood.

After a moment he said, "Let me tell you right from the get go, and I mean this. You are not, I repeat, NOT, in any way, to interfere in our investigation into your attack. Is that clear?"

He had an internal instinct unbeaten by any other I knew. My intention, of course, was to find Joe and bring him in.

"I had no intention of interfering, Sup," I lied.

"Good. And If I hear even a whisper to that effect, I'll have your badge."

"Understood, Sup."

"Your latest medical has been handed in. We're putting you back in the field. No more desk work for you. But, before you start, I want you to take another week off. You're going to need all the rest you can get with Christmas coming up, detective."

"That's awesome! Now I understand why you laid down the law about Joe. Thank you, Sup. I appreciate that. May I ask if there is any progress on my case?"

"None whatsoever. It's as if this Joe has fallen off the face of the earth."

"Who is working the case?"

"Van Dyk. And he hasn't come up with anything."

Van Dyk was a damned cop but Joe had given him the slip. He had given all of us the slip.