Chapter 5 – Chapter 5

"I wouldn't have believed you could be right, but the medical examiner agrees with you on both victims. They've both been nearly drained of blood."

Detective Halterman was standing with Terry Winter in the loft of the stable, where they'd been in attendance to the second examination. They'd already finished with the body of Katie, the maid, in the house. The forensic team was releasing the body from the saddle horse and preparing to take it away to join that of the maid in the ambulance for the eight-mile trip back to Garmisch.

"I wish it weren't so," Terry said.

"So, what are your observations? The detective in Geneva said you were a great help in the case there after getting past the initial tension between you two."

"The initial tension?" Terry asked.

"I think you know—your reputation for laying down for any man with an erection and the attraction men have for you. I wasn't expecting you to be so good-looking, fit, and sexy."

"My, you don't mince words, do you, Detective?" Terry asked, more amused than insulted. "Are you saying that you're attracted to me too?"

"We don't really have time for being subtle and, from what I have heard about you, you bypass subtle altogether."

"And you think this is a tension between you and me that would benefit this case if we get move past it?" Terry asked, still amused and not backing off.

"Are you asking if I want to fuck you—to clear the air so we can move forward on this case, as happened with you and the detective in Geneva?"

"Yes."

"Then the answer is yes. You know you shouldn't dress and move as you do if you don't want men to want to fuck you."

"That, of course, is why I do it, detective. But do we have time? There are people waiting in the lounge who have little idea what this is all about."

"I think one of them has a very good idea," Halterman said. "But, yes, a quick one to clear the air and more later. The detective in Geneva said it's something that should be done and gotten over with." Halterman was looking around the loft. "But he also said it was something that should continue to be indulged in, along with consultations on the case. He said you have a real talent."

"A talent for detecting?"

"That too."

"Here, now? You want to fuck me now?"

"Yes, if we can find someplace."

"That hay bale over there should do. It's done before."

"You've been fucked on that before?"

"Yes, of course."

"You are such a slut."

"Yes, I am." Terry came in close for a kiss, during which he let a hand run down the detective's torso. He unbuttoned the man's fly and pulled out his erection. "My, you are a big boy, and already hard for me."

"Yes, yes, I am."

Terry backed away toward the hay bale on the other side of the loft, stripping as he moved with one hand, the other one pulling Halterman with him, using the man's hard shaft as a handle. Naked, he sat on the hay bale and spread and raised his legs. "Fuck me, big boy, but mind the leg, please," he whispered, turning lustful eyes toward Halterman's.

There was no preliminary foreplay. They didn't have time for that. Hovering over the smaller blond's body, Halterman clutched Terry's throat with one hand while putting his cockhead in place with the other.

Terry cried out an "Oh Shit. Fuck! Fuck, you're big" groan and started to pant hard.

"Too big?" Halterman asked.

"Never too big. The cock can never be too big," Terry declared. And it wasn't too big to take now.

It was a bit of a grunting effort given the lack of preparation, but the detective forced himself inside, stretching and conquering, and immediately starting to pump.

The position was different than it had been with the baron. Terry lay on his back, his ankles on Halterman's shoulders—Terry naked, by preference, and Halterman only taking the time to produce an erection to be proud of from his unbuttoned fly. The detective fucked the young viscount in strong, swift, long strokes, as Terry arched his back, clutched at the older man's biceps, digging and releasing to the cadence of the assured, deep thrusts. Nine minutes to an explosive release and the sexual tension was dissipated between them, Halterman was standing back and buttoning up and the young viscount was scrambling for his clothes.

"God, you are big and masterful," Terry murmured.

"And you are every bit the talented slut the detective in Geneva said you'd be."

On their way back to the house, the detective repeated his question. "So, what are your observations? What and who do you think did this?"

"Tell me, detective, do you believe in vampires?"

"No, of course not."

"Then this doesn't seem to be a good time yet for me to give my observations."

"Let me know when you have some theories that are plausible. In the meantime, stay close to me in my interviews."

"To look for opportunities to fuck longer?"

"There is that thing you do with the muscles of your channel walls on a man's shaft that I'd like to explore at greater length, yes, but I also want you close by so that you can give me council. This is a strange case. Very strange indeed."

Stranger than you are prepared to believe, Winter thought.