Black Rose

Chapter 63

Saint examined the body thoroughly. He had been extremely anxious when he heard what had happened back at the crime scene but Mild had assured him everything was fine now, just the initial scare. Gulf was already discharged and probably on his way home by now.

He looked at the bloodwork from the corpse. Same chemical, chloroform. He took notes of everything he could find. Same M.O as before. Whoever this son of a bitch was he was clean when working. The nail beds had been scrubbed clean and so had her whole body. Her hair had been washed as well and the smell of Bleach mixed in with coconut oil lingered there.

He looked at the young woman's body. Her life cut short by a psychopath. He felt sorry for her parents, from what he had heard this was their only child. He wrote the findings down in his chart, which weren't anything out of the ordinary. He frowned. He really wanted to find something to find this creep, especially after he had laid hands on his best friend.

"Everything okay?" Saint looked up at the sound of Zee's voice. He wanted to kick himself for the way his heart did a little flip just by looking at him. You have Perth now Saint. "Suppapong?" Zee said stepping closer.

"Hmm, yes" Saint finally answered "Just a little frustrated that I can't find anything on our victims to stop this maniac" he said looking back at the young girls body.

"Well Gulf shared a theory with Mew" Saint looked at him again, he looked so handsome in his leather jacket, he guessed he was getting ready to leave and just stopped by. "Okay fill me in"

Zee looked at the young girls body frowning "Gulf believes the killer knows our victims" he glanced at Saint "he thinks the outfits the victims have on belong to them in the first place, and that the killer steals it." He looked back at the girl "He thinks each one of the victims knows our killer, and might even trust him" He glanced back at Saint who was now biting his bottom lip as he took in the information.

Saint thought about it. It made sense. Gulf had mentioned how there was no signs of struggle in any of the victims, which was true. So did it mean they were friendly with whoever took them? Was this person killing friends? How was he finding them, what gave him access to people with such a variety of backgrounds?

"Suppapong.." Saint jumped realizing that Zee was now only a step away from him now. He looked at him confused. His heart beating rapidly in his chest "Who is that guy from earlier?" Saint felt heat rise to his cheeks but he did his best to shut it down. Zee was still Zee even if he didn't have a girlfriend, he still didn't do serious relationships.

"Perth, that guy is Perth" Saint said coolly "and we're getting to know each other, dating to see where things go" he kept his gaze fixed on Zee's eyes, he saw a glint of hurt at his answer and felt a throb in his heart but kept on "Why does it matter Pruk, you and I both know you don't do serious, so let just keep being friends, no need to cross lines"

Zee was annoyed and hurt, but he knew he had no right to reproach Saint. At least he was being straightforward and honest about things. "I know I don't have the best reputation Suppapong" Zee said keeping his eyes locked with Saint's "and I know I can't suddenly change the way you see me because you're right, I don't do commitment" he saw the disappointment flash in Saint's eyes and quickly dissipate "but for the very first time in my life I like someone" he felt his stomach churn, he didn't like all these new feelings at all but there was no going back now "for the first time I want to try, to try to be better, to try and have you see me differently" he took another step closing the gap between them "I know it will take some time, but I don't want to be just your friend."

Saint felt his legs were jelly. He was surprised he was still standing and even more surprised Zee had been so straightforward regarding his feelings. He could see the sincerity in his eyes and it made his stupid heart happy. "Zee.." he let out looking at the man standing in front of him "I don't think you know what you're talking about, maybe you only feel like this because I'm the first person to ignore you" Saint couldn't simply believe his words, no matter how sincere he looked he had seen him walk arm in arm with multiple people, changing them like he changed his shirt and that just didn't sit well him.

"No, that's not it" Zee retorted "I've been rejected plenty" he chuckled "I've never cared, but with you I care, I care if you cry, I care if you're upset, I care what you think about me. I care" he said looking straight into Saint's eyes "and that's something I've never done before, I have never even wanted to, heck I didn't let it happen but with you..." he looked down then back up "you walked right through the walls I have built and I didn't even realize you did"

Saint couldn't muster a word. He was flabbergasted that someone who had never in his life had a relationship could say things like that, even more so when things between them had always been rocky, from the very beginning. He felt his heart was going to burst out of control at any moment. Having him here looking at him the way he was Saint couldn't deny anymore the fact that he too felt something for Zee but that terrified him. It terrified him that he would give his all and Zee would walk away leaving him broken. He bit his lip to keep it from quivering and looked down. His hands were slightly shaking. He closed them into fist to keep them still.

"Saint?" he looked up and Zee raised his hand and placed it on his cheek, Saint released his lip and was trying to gather his thoughts, he opened his mouth to reply and closed it again not knowing how to put his current emotions into words. Zee looked at him and then suddenly leaned in crashing his lips against his. Saint felt his breath rush out of him.

Zee couldn't help himself. He was drowning in all these new feelings and the way Saint was looking at him, he felt he was about to shut him down. He had felt his fear skyrocket, he needed him to know how serious he was, he needed him to tell him if he didn't feel anything for him. He felt Saint place his hands on his chest trying to push him away but he didn't want to. He wrapped his arms around his waist and drew him closer, he felt Saint's lips part in a gasp and took advantage, tasting his mouth with his tongue, letting his feelings pour over in that kiss.

Saint's phone began to ring bringing them both back to reality, Saint pushed and this time Zee released his lips, they looked at each other breathless, their lips swollen from the onslaught.

Saint didn't know what to think he was so confused. His phone continued to ring loudly in his pocket demanding attention. Zee watched as he pulled it out and saw Saint grimace as he read who it was. He looked back at Zee but Zee couldn't decipher what he was thinking. He watched him answer the phone and place it on his ear "Hey Perth" he said and grabbed his chart walking past him and leaving Zee alone in the morgue.

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Mew laid down on his bed and thought about the case. Who could this person be? How did they go and come so easily with no one noticing. How did he get around?

He closed his eyes and saw Gulf sleeping face flashed in his mind. He smiled softly at the thought, then his mind switched showing him a flushed Gulf, sweat dripping down, shirt clinging. He opened his eyes. Fuck he has looked so fucking good, with his lips all swollen and his hair messily covering part of his eyes, he had looked like a damn tease. He felt his member respond to the thoughts and groaned.

He needed to stop imagining things but he couldn't. All he could see was a flushed Gulf in his arms as he made him his, his swollen lips parted begging for attention. 'You fucking pervert' he thought. He got up quickly, taking off his clothes as he walked to the shower "Cold shower it is!" He mumbled out loud.

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He looked at himself in the mirror with a sly smile. He looked good, the button down shirt showed his muscles slightly but still kept his bulky appearance hidden, he had fixed his hair in a way that made his look boyish, innocent. Good , he thought, this is how he was going to approach his Kana, he felt a thrill.

He needed to be close to him and since he could no longer watch him from afar enjoying his master pieces, he had found the perfect way to be a part of his life. He had already taken steps a year ago when he had begun working at the station, now he was looking for closer contact, making sure anyone who needed to stay away did.

He looked at his reflection and smiled shyly. Yes this was it, with this image he was going to make sure Gulf was happy to have him around.