Bloody Seven of Spades 1: Life and Death

"Levy," Stanton said, "are you listening to me at all?"

Levi suddenly looked away from his glass of classical cocktail, and met Stanton's burning eyes head-on. "Sorry, what did you say?"

Stanton sighed. "You've been absent-minded all night. If you've got work to do, stay in the bureau."

"I can't cancel my arrangement with you anymore," Levy said.He couldn't find anything else to do tonight anyway.Several clues provided by the anti-narcotics team showed that two or three veterinary clinics had recently reported being burglarized, which led to a turf battle—the anti-narcotics team, the theft team, and the homicide team were all involved. I haven't figured it out yet.As for the list of suspects drawn up based on criminal records, it can be said that it is getting longer every hour.As much as he hated to think about it, for now, nothing would work more than a new crime scene.

When Stanton came to pick him up for dinner, Levi left work without hesitation.But right now, sitting at Delmonico's Steakhouse in the Venetian Hotel, in an elegant and unassuming restaurant, his mind was preoccupied with the case.

"Are you ready to order, two?" the waitress from before came back and asked them.

"Thanks, yes," Stanton said. "We'll have tuna and salmon tartare for starters. Then I'll have lamb chops and he'll have Alaskan halibut."

Levi was taken aback for a moment, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing, waiting silently for the waiter to write down the order and take back the menu.As soon as the other party walked away, he immediately said, "You know I hate it when you do that."

"What?" Stanton looked confused, not pretending, which made Levy even more angry.

"Order for me!" Levy said—loudly, because the people at the next table were giving them curious looks.He said in a low voice, "There's no mistake, Stanton, we've discussed this before."

"So do you want something else?" Stanton asked, turning around to call the waiter back.

"No, I—" Levi hesitated to speak, and took a deep breath.Stanton ordered for him exactly what he wanted to order.Even so... "The problem is not this. I'm not a child, I can make my own decisions."

"I'm sorry." Stanton reached out and took Levy's hand. "You seem to have other things on your mind. I'm not sure if you're looking at the menu. I thought it would save time."

Sudden fatigue hit Levi.This shows that since the two have been dating, Stanton has known him to the point where he can accurately guess what he wants to eat - but even if he knows so well, doesn't he know that Levi will hate him for making the main order without authorization?

"I'm really sorry," Stanton said, squeezing his hand, "I won't be like this in the future."

"That's what you said last time." Levi muttered, pulling his hand back.

If this was the first time Stanton had ordered for him, Levy would be fine.But no, in the past three years, this kind of thing has happened many times, and he has also mentioned Stanton, and then it is really annoying, fed up with the other party not taking his objections seriously.

Stanton seemed about to say something more, but after a while, he just took a sip from his wine glass.The gulf between the two grew deeper.

The meal was far-fetched and awkward.They chatted about work—at least Stanton's—friends and summer plans, carefully avoiding any possible arguments.The list of subjects to avoid between the two has never been longer.Levi missed the kind of jokes he and Stanton used to have, the relaxed and cozy atmosphere. The chat at that time was a pleasant thing, where it feels like it is full of landmines now.Since when did it change?

After the meal, they took a taxi back to their residence not far away.From the car, Stanton said, "You haven't told me how your consultation with Natasha went yesterday."

"very good."

"Just 'nice'? That's it?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I just want-"

"You have no right to talk to my parents about this." Levi blurted out.Since yesterday, he has been thinking about this disturbing matter, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, because he really didn't want to say it.Even if he said it now, the emotional turmoil caused by confronting people face-to-face because of personal issues made him very uncomfortable.

"I need their advice," Stanton said flat-faced. "I don't think you're going to listen to anything I do or say."

"So you came behind my back?"

Stanton frowned. "No, of course not. I didn't hide it from you. I was worried about you, and I thought they might be helpful."

At this time, the car stopped at the door of their residence, and Levido didn't want to stay in the car for a second.He strode past the doorman, startling him, then crossed the lobby, with Stanton a few paces behind, finally catching up to him at the elevator door.

The two of them didn't speak, and just entered the elevator like this, and there was no one else in it.Levi folded his arms and stared at the control panel.

"You're an introvert," Stanton said. "I respect you for keeping things to yourself. But lately, you've been keeping everything to yourself. Talking to you is like talking to a wall." Pretty much. You won't tell me anything."

"Because I know that no matter what I say, you will say me." Levi still refused to look at him.

"What do you mean by that?" Stanton said angrily.

The elevator doors opened.Levi went out first, holding the key. "You hate my job," he said as he opened the door into the foyer.

"Yeah, I hate what your job does to you." Stanton locked the door after entering the house. "Is there anything wrong with this?"

Levi deliberately smashed the key into the bowl by the door, almost knocking the bowl off the table, but Stanton caught it.

"I'm thinking about our future," he said, "how can we get to the next level in our relationship if you're dealing with those horrible things every day and you're stuck with them? If you have been refusing to step down from the front line, how can we give our children a stable family life."

Levi pursed his lips.Stanton spoke of getting married and having children as if they were a certainty, but Levi never expressed aspirations for them.In the near future, he absolutely does not want it.

Seeing that Levi didn't respond, Stanton walked towards him with an expectant look on his face. "You can quit your job tomorrow. You can go to law school, you didn't always want to—"

"My parents wanted me to read it, not me," said Levi coldly. "You! Damn it, Stanton, you don't know why I'm a cop. You know why it's important to me."

The conversation turned to dangerous territory, which Levi would not say anything about, and the atmosphere was now precarious.If Stanton persists...

Stanton's shoulders slumped. "I just want to see you happy. I know that's not what you are now."

Anxiety surged, and Levi turned around. "I can't talk to you about this right now," he said, and walked away, running away like a coward.

Stanton wisely didn't stop him, but Levi heard his growl of annoyance coming from the hall.

When Levi moved into the apartment, Stanton converted one of the guest rooms into a gym for him, complete with everything: treadmills, free weights, and most importantly, heavy sandbags.Levi went inside right away. He had put the corresponding equipment in the bathroom of the house, so he went in and changed into a T-shirt and shorts, and then tied up the mixed martial arts gloves.

He went straight to the sandbag and began attacking from all angles - straight fists back and forth, elbows, and kicks, each with the utmost ferocity.After playing for about 10 minutes, he threw down the gloves so that he could practice more precise palm chop and hammer training.

He beat the sandbag so violently that his arms ached and his hands were red and sore.Even so, he didn't stop, picked up the skipping rope and started jumping, the speed was always fast, constantly changing the movements of his feet to keep his body light and flexible.

He practiced until he was shaking and sweating, and he didn't stop in time until he felt like throwing up.He threw the skipping rope aside, took off his soaked clothes, dried his sweat with a towel, took out a bottle of replenishment drink from the small refrigerator, and finally collapsed on the square wooden box he used for explosive training.

Although exhausted, he felt much calmer and clearer.He wasn't ready to mend things with Stanton, though.Maybe tomorrow, when the pressure on them is not so great.

Once he had the strength to stand still, he stretched and foam rolled his overused muscles before taking a long, comfortable wash in the hot shower.After confirming that Stanton was asleep, he went back to the master bedroom.

The bedroom was dark, and Stanton was curled up on his side on the bed beside him.Levi lay down beside him and closed his eyes.

Can't sleep.

Despite being exhausted, Levi couldn't stop his brain from thinking.For years, Stanton had been his rock, his safe haven from the outside world, but over the past few months, the two had grown increasingly estranged.As the relationship progressed, both of them changed—which was normal, everyone did—but Levi couldn't help thinking that these changes were urging them to go their separate ways.He was terrified at the thought of Stanton slowly drifting away from him.

Levi rolled over on his side.As he tossed and turned, Stanton also fell into a supine position, his face tilted towards Levi.Levi was just in time to enjoy the charming image of Stanton's long eyelashes sweeping across his face, watching his bare chest rise and fall slightly under the covers.

Levi swallowed the pain stuck in his throat, stretched out his hand and pressed his thumb on the beauty groove on Stanton's chin. When Stanton was awake, this little action always attracted a knowing smile.He ran his hand along Stanton's chin, the stubble tickling his palms, and then he leaned forward and kissed Stanton lightly on the lips.

Stanton moved under him.Levi kissed more deeply, brushed Stanton's lips lightly, touched Stanton's chest with one hand, and pinched his waist on the bottom of his boxers.

He felt the moment Stanton woke up—a sudden tense muscle, followed by a relaxation.Levi looked up to meet Stanton's gaze.Stanton smiled, ran his fingers through Levi's hair, brought him close and kissed him.

Now that Stanton was awake, Levi didn't hesitate to reach into Stanton's boxers and lick his cock.Stanton reacted quickly, swelled and hardened in Levi's hand, and he continued to kiss Levi and moan.He rolled over on his side, reached under and held Levi's cock with the other and kneaded it gently.

In the dimly lit bedroom, the two quickly wiped off their underwear under the quilt, and then pressed their bodies together, kissing each other eagerly and randomly.Levy kept shrugging his hips, rubbing Stanton's cocks against each other, clawing hungrily at Stanton's skin - as if he could keep their shaky relationship alive with his bare hands if he just grabbed it hard enough.

Stanton took both men's cocks and began to jerk.Levi gasps, breaks the kiss, throws his head back so Stanton can nibble on his throat.

"I want you," he said.

Stanton responded with a wistful growl.Levi kissed him again and kicked the quilt to the foot of the bed, then quickly got up and went to find the lubricant in the nightstand on his side.I haven't used this thing for a long time, and that thing has rolled to the back of the drawer by itself.

The two were in a hurry, and the grease was all over the body and the bed.Levi lifted one leg over Stanton's hip and let Stanton slide two fingers into his backhole.The body resists the intrusion of foreign objects, because it has not been done in weeks, it is tighter than usual, but it only enhances the pleasure.He bit the flesh of Stanton's shoulder, and while lubricating and stroking their cocks, he let Stanton expand for him with smooth and flexible movements.

"Is it comfortable?" Stanton asked, Levi's back hole was already very slimy and relaxed.He stroked Levi's prostate, causing Levi to twist against him, and Stanton chuckled.

Levy nodded, gently pushed Stanton's hand away, then pushed him down to lie down, turned over and sat on Stanton's crotch.

They stopped using condoms more than two years ago and only used them occasionally for the convenience of cleaning.Tonight, Levi didn't want anything between them.With one hand propped on the bed and the other on Stanton's penis, he began to sit down.

After inserting back and forth several times, he sat all the way to the end.When the butt touched Stanton's crotch, he changed his movements, only turning his crotch in a slow circle, feeling the familiar weight and shape of Stanton embedded in his body.Stanton looked at him with his mouth half open, and pressed his hands on Levi's thighs to knead the tight and shapely muscles there.

Levy bent over so he could kiss Stanton and move back and forth, pumping up and down faster and faster on Stanton's cock.Stanton's hand touched Levi's buttocks along his thighs and pinched his buttocks. At the same time, he also stepped on the bed and shrugged upwards with Levi's pumping.The bed frame was rattled and crumbling.

Levi misses this kind of skin-to-skin contact—not just the simple pleasure of being fucked, but also the feeling of Stanton's hands on him, even in the midst of madness, so pampering.Stanton's heavy breathing and inaudible panting, the lingering scent of cologne smelled there when Levi buried his face in his neck to cover the cry.It was all so cozy and familiar, and it reminded him of the memories the two of them had made together over the past few years.He's not ready to let go yet.

He rode Stanton hard, wishing to be penetrated deeper and harder.Growling, Stanton arched his back on the bed, closed his eyes, and after a while, he reached out and touched the middle of Levi's legs and began to rub for him.

Levy put his hands on either side of Stanton's shoulders, clutching the sheet in his palms.Stanton licked his cock smoothly, pushing him quickly to the apex with intense fucking.

"I love you," he said, his body trembling with pleasure on the verge of bursting, "I love you."

"I love you too." Stanton ran his thumb across the tip of Levi's cock.

Levy yelled and came, and the cum poured over Stanton's clenched hands and sprayed his chest.He continued to ride Stanton's cock like this until the spasm was coming to an end before slowing down a bit and then picking up speed again.

He kissed Stanton's jaw and neck desperately, and whispered, "Cum inside. Come on, let me feel it."

"My God." Stanton made a low guttural sound.After a few hard slams into Levi's body, he kissed him hard as he penetrated all the way deep and came out.Stanton was shivering uncontrollably under him with pleasure, and Levi was enjoying his reaction and every convulsive jerk.

Exhausted, Stanton relaxed in bed.Levi fell on top of him, head resting on Stanton's shoulder; he groaned contentedly as Stanton wrapped his arms around his waist.

Levi held Stanton in his mouth reluctantly, and when he had to separate, he didn't immediately go to get the wipes as usual.With his back to Stanton's chest, he twisted in his arms, hooking their legs together.Stanton reached out and pulled him closer, nuzzling Levi's hair and rubbing his lips along the back of Levi's neck.Levi closed his eyes, soaking in the intimacy.

They just encountered a little bump, and everything will be fine.

***

The next morning, Levi wakes up after Stanton.He went for coffee and found Stanton sitting in the breakfast nook as usual, reading the Las Vegas Review-Journal.

"Morning." He said with a smile, the warmth and lightness of last night still remained in his body.

Stanton looked up, but didn't greet Levi with a smile.His expression was stern, his jaw tensed.

Before Levi could ask him what was going on, Stanton closed the newspaper and put it on the table, following Levi's direction so that he could see the headlines clearly.

serial killer in las vegas

The three murders were committed by the "Seven of Spades" who regarded themselves as vigilantes.