Love Lies Bleeding by Remmy Duchene (carter reed txt) 📕

"Please! No!" Anderson shouted. "Let me go!"

Leo jerked upright and reached over to shake Anderson gently. When that didn't work and the man continued thrashing about, Leo spanked him hard on his ass. Anderson's eyes snapped opened and he instantly reared up, pinning Leo to the bed. His eyes were wild and scared as he stared into Leo's soul.

"Anderson? It's me. It's Leo."

"Leo?" Anderson whispered like a child who was afraid of the dark. "Leo…"

He rolled away then and Leo pushed to his elbow. He thought he knew precisely what was happening in Anderson's head when he slept. He was scared, frustrated, and sad about his father. Leo knew what it was like to lose a parent—it killed you slowly on the inside and there was nothing to be done about it. He caressed Anderson's back gently until he knew the professor was sleeping before climbing out of bed.

* * * *

The sun wasn't fully out yet, but already Leo was sipping from his first cup of coffee before he woke Anderson. He sat on his side of the bed and watched Anderson silently. He wanted to leave Anderson where he was and run to Elmont but Anderson was right. He didn't want to leave Anderson alone with a killer on the loose. Taking a breath he reached over and brushed his fingers gently against Anderson's shoulder. There was something there—something he was feeling for this man and he was afraid to trust it. How could he trust something he fought so hard to keep at bay?

But one touch led to another and before he knew it, he was brushing his lips gently against the flesh. When Anderson finally moaned and stirred, Leo lifted his head and their gazes locked.

"We have to stop waking up like this," Anderson whispered, wrapping his arms around Leo's neck.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not a chance…"

Leo was about to roll over atop Anderson when there was crash just outside the door. He sprang from the bed and reached for his gun on the bedside table. Darting out the door, he was in time to see a shadow rounding the corner.

"Anderson, stay in the room!" he hollered and took off running. The front door slammed and he pursued the fleeing figure. "Stop! Police!" he called, aiming his gun. "NYPD!"

But he gave up on the idea of firing because they were in an enclosed space in a public apartment. He knew with the commotion, someone would stick their head out the door to see what was happening.

"Son of a bitch!" he swore.

He holstered his gun and continued the chase. The head start his prey had was too much but the person dropped something. He holstered his gun outside, looking around to see if he could catch a glimpse of the person—but nothing. Swearing, he continued up the stairs again and searched their path until he found a cigarette box. He remembered seeing it fall as he chased the man from the building. He yanked his sleeve down over his fingers and picked up the box then turned it over. Though the logo on it looked familiar, he couldn't quite put his finger on why it would.

Back in his apartment, he locked the door behind him and found Anderson. The professor dove into his arms and held on tightly.

"Are you all right?" Anderson questioned. "Who was that?"

"I don't know. He got away." Leo caressed Anderson's back. "I'm not even going to bother with prints—he was wearing gloves. But he dropped something. I'm going to have to call in a favor to see if there's anything on it. In the meantime—you shower then we can go."

Anderson lifted his head from Leo's shoulder. For a moment they simply stared at each other before he walked away. Leo couldn't help feeling a little cheated as he watched Anderson's perfect ass walking away from him. He was going to make sure he had another one of the best fuck sessions he'd ever had in his life until the intruder interrupted. The moment was gone now—his cock jerked then but he simply took a breath. "When I get my hands on this motherfucker he's going to wish he'd never been born."

While Anderson was gone, he called into the station to get a forensic agent to his place. With the conversation over, he entered the kitchen and looked around. They still hadn't had a chance to get groceries but they still have some food left over from dinner the night before. Looking at it did nothing for Leo, so he closed the fridge and gathered his things.

"Andy?"

"Coming."

He waited until Anderson walked slowly into the kitchen before he spoke again. "I'm going to have to get the guys in the lab to work on the box the intruder dropped."

In a drawer, he pulled out the piece of paper he'd found at Anderson's place and unfolded it.

"Do you recognize this?"

Anderson took it and looked at it for a while before shrugging. "No. Should I?"

"I found it at your place. It may be nothing but someone hid it under one of your drawers."

"The handwriting is not mine and I think I would remember writing something that—wait… I know what this is. I've never seen it this detailed, but I know what this is. Do you have internet access here?"

Leo nodded. He hurried into his bedroom and grabbed his laptop before returning, turning it on, and putting it on the counter. His heart was racing like never before. He took a breath.

Anderson typed away furiously at the keyboard and something about that turned Leo on. He bit his lower lip and held his breath then shook his head as though he thought that would clear his mind of what he would rather be doing than work. "Tell me what's going on."

"This is a code," Anderson said, without looking up. "I learned about it in university. I took a first year bird course to get an easy A and it was on serial killers."

"Em… what?"

"Yeah… Jack