Gerald! No!

Part 11- the third Inspector

Gerald, bloodied and bruised stumbled into the mansion. To mask his relationship with Eric, he told Harry he did indeed want Sheila back. Boy, does he regret that now.

Without even a seconds thought Harry swung he clenched, large fist toward Gerald's face. Gerald stepped back, gripping his jaw in agony.

Whatever it was, Harry's smug look or his fear is looking weak in front of Eric, possessed Gerald to take a swing too. Gerald's fist grazed Harry's jaw forming a small bruise, but it was nothing that shook him.  In fact Harry stood there, unmoved.

The two brawled. Eric and Sheila stood there, their eyes fixated on their men. Eric's attraction to Gerald thrived at this moment. He didn't care that Harry was very badly beating him, all he saw was his sting muscles tense and flex.

A few minutes had passed and Sheila stepped in. "Enough, okay""it's getting rather ridiculous!"
"Are you okay?" Eric softly asked, placing a gentle touch one Gerald's arm. Vibration ran through Gerald's body.

It was that moment that Harry realised - they were gay. Harry chuckled. His laugh was filled with kindness, oddly enough. "Chaps, you could've just said."
"S-s- said what?" Eric questioned worriedly.
"That your gay" Harry whispered.

Both Eric and Gerald stood there bewildered. What was happening. They were careful apparently not careful enough. What was Harry going to do. Ring the police? They've already had too many run ins with the law. Would he tell people? Shit.

"How did you know?" Gerald wondered
"Most people, ignore signs or don't see them, besides of their ignorance and prejudice" " most people are disgusted by gays and would rather not see it." "Plus my best friends gay, so I know why to look for." Harry explained to them calmly. "Ay, but one thing never admit it, because although I don't care, it's illegal, and most won't hesitate to turn you in"

While Eric and Gerald were both happy this situation had been diffused and that Harry wasn't going to say anything, horror ran through them. 'Never admit it' those words coursed through their blood in vain, like a curse. They could never be free.

Sheila offered to stay with Harry, in fact she was almost desperate too; while Harry himself wanted sheila to stay too, he knew it was a bad idea. They both did. They knew they held no control when it came to one another, and well what would people think. So reluctantly she wanted with Eric and Gerald.

"Seriously you too! You couldn't have made a worse impression." "God knows what he thinks of me now. And you Gerald - you. Why on Earth would you come to the door. And if I knew and now Harry's know's how long do you think it's going to be before some one like, mother or father finds out. God-forbid anyone as influential as your 'parents' Gerald!" Sheila can down harshly.
"How did you know?" Gerald asked condescendingly.
"It doesn't take an inspector to see the way you too look at each other" Sheila rolled her eyes.

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Luckily no one else was home when they arrived, not even father, otherwise they hadn't a clue how to get out of this one.

Just after Eric finished banging up Gerald, and Sheila had gotten changed. There was a knock on the door. And another. "Edna!" Eric shouted. There was no reply.

Aversely Eric went to open the door. And there stood tall at the door was another inspector...