The Elegant Corpse

"Why a mummy?" Marianne asked succinctly.She brought up the report on the "Church of the Holy Word" group again.Roger felt that Marianne wanted to prove that the members of the "Holy Word Church" were related to the case, but he dared not say so.His partners are generally very pragmatic and objective.But the matter of that church made her get into a dead end, and she might not be able to get out for a while.

"You know, the resurrection of Christ and the resurrection of Osiris have a lot in common," Marianne said.

"I'm pretty sure that church doesn't believe in Egyptian gods," Roger said, minimizing his screen, which he had just looked up about Egyptian gods.In fact, he still has books on the subject at home, Patrick's relic.

"We've been watching Teddy since he left the station. He hasn't called anyone. It's maddening that the bastard is so smart," Marianne said sourly.She struggled to get permission to wiretap, but heard nothing, and was bitter about it.

"He was there when the body was brought into your home. He also knew Marchant."

"I agree," Roger said, although he personally felt that the thread that really connected these things existed on another level.In fact, he had already asked Pete about that level that afternoon.

***

"I'm going to have to reschedule my lunch appointment," Roger told Pete when he called. "This case has been messing around."

"It's a pity," Pete said. "Is that the case that bothered you the other night?"

"That's the one."

"God, Roger, don't you still think that man is after you?"

"Aiming at me? No. No, I just couldn't stop feeling familiar with the evidence in that case, unfortunately. I asked about Sergio Hernandez, do you remember?"

"Oh, yes. Ah Roger, I looked, but we never had anyone with that name around here."

"He may have taken the pseudonym 'Santos'."

"Santos?" Pete smiled. "A guy who goes in all kinds of circles and calls himself 'Saint①'? That's ridiculous."

①Santos means "saint" in many Latin languages.

"I was also wondering if you've ever heard of Teddy, or Theodore Vincent?"

He paused. "What's the matter, Roger?"

"Yeah, well, that's what I called to say. I wanted to warn you. There might be a man out there who preys on BDSM performers," Roger said, "especially those who also cross-dress, and while we don't Not sure at all.”

He paused again. "I see."

"We're reopening an old case. I think you know the man, Pete. Thomas Stone?"

After a surprised silence, Pete cursed softly. "My God. Tommy Stone. I haven't thought of him in years, Roger."

"Well, he might have been murdered. I hope you'll keep an eye out for your customers, be careful."

"We're careful. Membership, you know."

"Then I'll be at ease," said Roger.After they chatted a little longer, Roger promised to wait until the workload was lighter.

Jay was already asleep when Roger called, so he had to let Liam take the call.

Marianne is still busy checking the whereabouts and alibi of every member who participated in the "Holy Word Church" rally.

"They really believe in the traditional family rules," she said to Roger after hanging up a phone call.

"Oh."

"Oh, that's great. The woman I was talking to just now said her husband wasn't home and she had to wait until he got home before she could speak on the phone."

Roger nodded.Predictably, Adam Marchant would have appreciated this had he been alive.

"I can't imagine having someone else decide everything about me," Marianne said.

"I suppose there's a certain sense of security in not having to be responsible," said Roger, and Marianne gave him a look which he took the liberty of to equate with "you men."

"Whatever," she said, and started dialing another number.

***

Sometimes, detective work is a lot like sales.Call, ask questions, and listen.Keep calling.Find clues.Follow the vines and trace the source, because you know based on your own experience and the wisdom of your ancestors that the target you are looking for is roughly in this area.

For the rest of the day, Roger and Marianne called again to those who had already called.Re-check the alibi.The time span of the alibi includes the disposal of Sergio's body and the time for dumping the body, and most of the alibi can be tenable.Even Teddy had an alibi for the night.He is working.There was even someone who worked with him.

Roger drove home late, tired and irritable.He was in this state when things didn't immediately make sense.

It was too late, and Roger parked the car directly in the driveway outside the house, so as not to wake Sean up by the sound of opening the garage door.He went in softly, once again seeing that Sean hadn't secured the door from the inside, and went into the bedroom with his briefcase.

The bedroom lights were dark, but Roger had just entered the room when the bedside light came on and he turned away.No matter how many troubled and complicated things he had in his mind when he entered the door, they all disappeared at this moment, like a hydrogen balloon in a child's hand, drifting away forever.

Sean lay on his side on the bed.Blankets and quilts were on the floor, and he was posing like a mannequin on a magazine page.A slender white body, elegantly overlapping legs at the knees, black thongs wrapping her protruding lower body.

Roger heard the sound of the briefcase falling to the floor.

"I thought you'd never come home," Sean said.His hand on his crotch slid up his body, over his white belly, and touched one of his nipples—there was a nipple ring, new and red.

Roger felt the muscles of Sean's shoulders with the palms of his hands, looked at the flickering blue tide of emotion surging in Sean's eyes, and watched his gradually blooming smile. Before he realized it, he had already stepped forward. The other party pressed on the bed.

Sean's breasts rose and fell, and the rings flicked.

"You...you..." Roger seemed to have been beaten with a sap.

"Do you like it?" Sean whispered, and he brushed it lightly. "It still hurts," he said.He wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Roger's kiss, and Roger's tongue was deep in his mouth.Clothes fell in a heap on the floor; even the dainty silk tie was carelessly tossed aside.

"Wow, Roger, it's still very sensitive." Roger raised Sean's hand and hooped it on the head of the bed, will retain a trace of sanity, so as not to get bruises on that body, he gnawed on the cream dark skin, with bright red marks between those freckles.There was a ring of his bite marks around the pierced nipple.

"You shouldn't be doing this, if you don't want to feel..." Roger nibbled on his nipple ring, feeling Sean arch.His legs were pressed against Roger's body and his hands were pinned above his head.Sean gasped.

Roger bit again, then slid his tongue all the way to the other nipple.Sean jerked beneath him, and he bit down hard on the nipple, wet Sean's chest with saliva.

"No," begged Sean, "Shit, Roger, wow!"

"No swearing," said Roger, looking down at the man below him.Sean's face was conflicted again: there was longing, there was fear, there was something else.The door to a new world.

"What you want, say it," said Roger.He was breathing heavily and his voice was hoarse.Sean's face was flushed, and his eyes were wide open and twinkling.

"I don't know what I want."

Roger bit the nipple ring and tugged, and Sean cried out. "Say what you want," Roger growled into his ear.

Sean's breathing became a rapid gasp.Rhythmically—maybe even unconsciously—he pushed and rubbed his swollen penis against Roger. "Come on, Roger, this isn't fun."

"It's not for fun. Say it." Roger slid one hand down, fingers groping to reach Sean's cock; he pulled and rubbed it in his hand, and then his fingers went up to the nipple ring, with just a flick It felt like Sean tensed up from head to toe.God, his reaction was so overwhelming.

"I... I don't know if you'll like it." Sean gasped.

"You do the piercing yourself, and you're not sure I'll approve it?" Roger speculated.He ran one finger around the swollen nipple.

"This is my body," Sean said.

Roger glared at him hard. "You want me to tell you that your body is mine," he said. "You want me to mark you."

Sean's breathing quickened significantly. "No."

"Don't lie to me."

"Let me go!" Sean said, as if he was really about to start rebelling against Roger.

"This body belongs to me, Sean." Roger tightly grasped Sean's wrist, lowered his body to lean against Sean's mouth and said, "This mouth is mine too." Then he stuck his tongue into the west In the mouth of En, he wandered around and conquered the other party's tongue.Sean was out of breath when Roger let go of him. "This penis is mine," Roger said, grabbing Sean's swollen penis all the way down. "The testicles belong to me." He rubbed them together in his hands.

Sean groaned and resisted him.

"I'll mark you if you want me to, Sean. But not now. Now I'm going to punish you for doing anything to your body without your permission." He grabbed Sean with one hand and the other. One hand reached into the nightstand drawer and rummaged for a while, then pulled out the nylon restraint straps.

He slipped the straps around Sean's wrists and pushed them behind the head of the bed.He didn't really want to restrain him, it was to show his dominance. "Don't move," he said, jumping off the bed.

When he got back into the room, Sean was still in the same position.He wasn't surprised at all. "Stand up," he said, "and I'm going to show you how a situation usually opens."

"Love, situation?"

"Put your arms behind your back." Sean complied, and Roger slipped the nylon straps around his wrists with ease.

"Roger, what are you doing..."

"Quiet. No talking. You're going to call me 'Master' and tell me your safe word. No more talking."

Sean was a little startled and didn't reply right away.Roger stood behind Sean, feeling his body relax after a tense wave.

"My safe word is 'margarita,' master," Sean said.

"Margarita," Roger repeated, "very good. It's a good idea to choose the same safe word. Don't forget and create danger. Now I'm going to help you move to the bed, the floor is too hard."

He heard Sean take a deep breath and try to ask a question, but finally gave up.He helped Sean into bed, leaning over and Sean buried his face on his side in the pile of pillows.

Roger picked up a small, soft multi-headed rubber whip.He put it on the pillow so Sean could see it. “I was once told this was more like a massage,” he says, “but it still hurts. If you want something more intense, I’ll switch to one.”

Sean's eyes were wide open, his breathing was rapid.But he didn't speak.Roger put a hand on his head and felt a strong, unknown emotion welling up somewhere in his chest.

"Get ready," he said, raising his arms.

Sean's whole body shook at the first blow, and at the tenth stroke, he began to moan.His body throbbed with the whip, and soon Roger could feel Sean's endorphins kicking in.Under the giving and absorbing of this endocrine, both of them were bathed in pleasure.

Suddenly, he felt Sean's body tense up.Roger heard the rhythm of his breathing change and stopped.Sean whimpered.

Roger stroked the hot skin gently with his hands. "What's wrong?" "I...I..."

"say."

"I want to come, God." Sean yelled suddenly, his whole body was shaking, his bound hands were struggling, "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Roger immediately untied him. "You're fine," he said. "Lie down." Once Sean was in bed, Roger opened a bottle of lube, filled his finger with it, held Sean's fingers into his body.

Sean screamed and fell in love under Roger's fingers.Roger controlled the thrust, holding Sean's crotch firmly to keep him from rolling off the bed.Sean's body writhed and heaved to meet Roger's thrusts until he jerked and jerked as he squeezed the sheet and came.After that he just lay there, looking away.

Roger lay down beside him and put his arms around him. "say."

"I've said enough." Sean said coldly.

Roger grabbed Sean by the shoulders and turned him face to face. "look at me."

Sean opened his eyes, their lashes wet and their eyelids red. "You know what it is that really scares me like a fool?" he said angrily.

Roger sees that Sean is deliberately swearing, but chooses not to pursue it. "What?"

"Gary used to be obsessed with this too. I mean, what does that mean?"

"I don't know, Sean. I've researched it a long time ago, but there is no result, and psychoanalysis doesn't work very well." He stroked Sean's chin, drawing all the way to his lips. "The human body contains unlimited potential."

Sean lowered his eyes. "How are you?"

"I?"

"Yeah. I mean, I know I pissed you off and threw a tantrum at you..."

"That's not a tantrum. I'm going to give you what you need, it's part of the process."

Sean's eyes fell on Roger's cock.At this moment, the red thing is heavy against the mattress, like a fat tired dog, with fluid dripping from the front end and twitching. "At least let me give you a blowjob," Sean whispered.

Roger gasped for breath, and his cock swelled a little more. "I'm fine. How about tying your wrists again, it might make you feel better."

"Really?" Sean's pupils dilated, throbbing with desire, and then worried again. "Is this normal?"

"Normal life has been left in Kansas, Dorothy," said Roger, laughing. "Come on, I'll put a pillow on the floor so you don't hurt your knees."

***

Roger was sitting on the edge of the bed while Sean was on his knees, sucking him hard.His wrists were bound in front of him to keep him from falling forward or choking.

Roger looked at Sean's face and read again his inner struggle, seeing the pleasure it brought him to obey his own will and be dominated.Roger held Sean's head and pushed it forward slightly. When he heard him moan, he couldn't help his nostrils flaring.Roger fixed Sean's head with both hands and adjusted his rhythm.Sean nearly stabbed him in the face when he leaned in sobbing, his black eyebrows curled into a helpless V.Sean succumbed completely to the control, sucking hard on his red lips, and Roger gasped, thrusting hard, and finally came inside the condom.

When it was done, Sean was out of breath, and Roger quickly carried him to the bed and held him in his arms, giving him comfort and safety

"Thank you," Sean said.

Roger patted his head and said, "Thank you."

Light seeped in from behind the curtains.It is estimated that it is almost dawn.Roger hadn't slept a wink for probably 48 hours, and a good eight of those hours were spent staring at the body of a man who had been brutally murdered and mummified.On that day, some significant things happened.But he's so tired, his senses are overloaded with hormones, he can't tell what that means right now.

"Can I tell you something?" Sean asked.He turned away, resting his head on Roger's chest, and Roger felt him lick his lips before Sean could speak.

"I want you to tell me everything," Roger said. "Trust is the key."

"Yeah. Trust. That... that..." Sean snorted in frustration. "You know? I've never had what you might call a 'love' relationship."

Roger could not imagine that someone like Sean could be easily satisfied.His hand caressed Sean's face, his thumb gliding along his clean, beardless face. "so what?"

"Are we in that relationship?"

A wave of inexplicable sadness rose up in Roger, whether it was because of Sean or himself, he couldn't say.

"Yes," he said. "We're in love."

"Oh. All right." Just like that, Sean seemed to settle down.A few minutes later, the sound of even breathing indicated that he had fallen asleep.

***

That night, Patrick walked into the room.In Roger's dreams, he and Patrick were always in the Bahamas, in the cottage they had rented for a week.Patrick was wearing his faded A&F trousers, with the sand still in his navel from Roger rolling with him, his white linen shirt unbuttoned, his encore dangling on his leather rim.With messy hair, he opened his mouth and laughed.

His Patrick was always the handsome man running barefoot on the white sand beach, not the man with jaundice from liver cancer who struggled to hold Roger's hand tightly.

And this time, Patrick was standing by Roger's bed, in that horrible hospital gown.He wasn't one of those murderous ghosts, nor was he like the pale ghost in A Christmas Carol.He even looks healthy, thank goodness.But he looked puzzled.

"What...!" Roger sat up suddenly from the bed.The room was dark, and the dim light filtering through the curtains made the vague outlines of the furniture.No one was standing by his bed, but the person curled up next to his crotch made a dissatisfied sound.

"Roger? Cold..."

Roger threw back the covers and got out of bed.He put on a pair of sheepskin shoes, sweater and coat, and went to the garage.He carried a box back to the kitchen.When Sean walked in in his baggy slacks, rubbing his eyes, Roger was scratching the packing tape with a knife.

"What are you doing?" Sean said with a big yawn.

"Go back to sleep," said Roger, "I remember something has to be done."

Sean tilted his head. "Who's Patrick?"

Roger was startled, then realized that the name was all over the box. "He was my partner. I mean, he was my late..."

"Oh yes, the ring." Sean came over, pulled a chair and sat down, and put his hands on his sleepy face on the table. "Then what are you looking for?"

"Sean, you really should go back to sleep."

"I can help you. I helped you with other things, didn't I?"

"Aren't you tired?" Roger asked.

"Tired, but the bed is too cold without you," Sean said, "so let me help you and we go back to sleep."

He looked like a stuffed toy that had been thrown in the washing machine by a child, his hair and clothes were crooked, one big and the other small, and his face was swollen from sleep.

Roger sighed. "All right."

"Then what are you looking for?"

"I don't know," said Roger.He picked out a photo of Patrick and his mom at Patrick's graduation party.Roger hadn't seen these things for a long time, and he was lost in thought.Patrick looked almost like a stranger.

"I had a dream..." Roger admitted with a wry smile. "When I woke up, I thought I had to come and find something."

Sean flipped through the photos, medals and various diaries in the box. "How long have you been together?" he asked.

No.He doesn't want to talk about it tonight. "Long time, don't ask," he snapped, closing the box and snapping the tape back on. "I don't know what I'm doing, let's go back to sleep."

Sean followed him, glancing back at the box.