Author's note: I am a bit embarrassed to upload this fic (;^◇^;)ゝ
Pairing: Crawford Tillinghast/Edward Pretorious
Rated: M
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Crawford lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. The screaming had begun, again. Beatrice, he thought was her name, but he wasn't sure. Pretorious only called her Bea.
Crawford lived in a constant fear that Pretorious would murder one of his women in those moments. He couldn't fathom what the man did to them to elicit such blood curdling screams. It wasn't just Sadomasochism. It was something else entirely.
There would be nights when the doctor would call Tillinghast up to his room to clean the blood off of the floor when his guest had left. More than one fainted but surprisingly, only a few had gone to the police in the time Crawford made his home with Edward. He had heard stories of many more.
Crawford recalled the time when Pretorious gave him the same look that he gave his women. They were talking about appetite and the human sex drive. Something Edward generally left to be read in his papers instead of have spoken about at the dinner table. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, far from it. Crawford wasn't really worth talking to, or so he thought. There were far better things to do than talk. It had been a long time since he'd had a man.
But Tillinghast was a slippery one.
Edward often thought of the young, handsome man accompanying him in his sexual endeavors. Thought of his slim, softly muscled body squirming under his touch. Looked at his face and wanted to bite those quivering, full lips.
He wanted to brand his soul.
Another scream, so loud that the old woman across the street could hear it. But it just made more visions run through Tillinghast's head.
A few weeks ago, he had gotten up enough courage to listen at his door. Lucy, her name was. She found out the doctor's secret. That he was impotent. Crawford never saw her leave the room, but Pretorious assured him that she made it back to campus in one piece, if not a bit worse for the wear.
Crawford understood Edward better now. It just wasn't enough. Nobody could satisfy him. The young scientist had even watched half of one of Edward's tapes but he couldn't make it all the way through.
Beatrice went reeling across the room and was hit so hard, that Crawford heard it. This girl was a professional, and Crawford was relieved to hear some moaning resume. She would receive pleasure where Pretorious wouldn't. But Tillinghast sometimes wondered if the man didn't deserve his condition.
There had even been one time when Pretorious offered Crawford to watch his debauchery but the young man politely refused. He was a shy man. Pretorious knew he would not partake in the show...
But Crawford wished he had.
