Further Investigations
Chapter 2

It's getting late, I need to get some rest… Shaun Mars' life is depending on us, I'm so close to figuring all of this shit out, just a little longer Norman, hold yourself together…

Norman decided to head back to his hotel room. Today's events were hectic and he needed to get some more relaxation time to himself. The stress reliever with Ethan helped and he could still resort to tripto if he needed, but they were not going to get him through this investigation alone.

Well I know Ethan is safe and still looking for Shaun… I know we can find him…

The rain continued pouring onto the city with no signs of letting up anytime soon.

This fucking rain… I can't stand it…

Norman pulled into the hotel parking garage and parked his vehicle. He stepped out and made his way to the elevators. Elevator music became the soundtrack to Norman's thoughts for the time being.

How am I going to explain my walk out to Perry… shit, how am I going to explain it to that psychopath Blake? I just know shit's gonna hit the fan… Screw it, I can't afford anymore setbacks now, I'll just go to my room and keep digging, maybe I'm over looking something.

The elevator then reach its destination. Norman stepped out, still lost in thought, shuffling for his room key.

Shit, where is it…

One pocket check after another, the key card was nowhere to be found.

Please don't tell me I left it in the car…

Norman retraced his steps down the hall, in the elevator, and then the parking garage. Investigating everything was typical behavior to that of an agent such as himself.

Well I didn't drop it, it's probably in my car…

Norman unlocked his vehicle and checked inside. Sure enough the card key sat nestled on the passenger seat.

There we go. How did I miss it before…

Norman acquired the key and placed it in his jacket pocket. As he lifted himself up from the seat and attempted to close the door, an unknown object prevented the door from closing. Norman, caught off guard, turned to see who this mysterious person was. Standing there, obstructing the door, was Blake.

Oh shit… what is he doing here?! Did he follow me…?!

"Well, well, well… and just where have you been?" Blake asked with a hint of sarcasm. It sounded more like a demand than a question.

"I was doing my job. I'm trying to catch a killer and save a life" Norman replied.

Blake scoffed. He didn't believe Norman for one second.

"Really? You mean the fucking killer you set free?!" Blake barked.

Norman's face turned pale and his stomach felt like it had fallen out of his body.

Oh shit… he knows… shit… shit… shit… I fucked up big time… How can I be so stupid…

Norman didn't know how to respond.

Shit… gettin' the shakes… feeling lightheaded… I need to calm down… come on Norman, pull yourself together… stay… focused…

He had to reason with Blake, they couldn't have this conversation in a public parking lot.

"Listen Blake, I'm not having this conversation with you here, if you want, let's discuss this in my room"

Blake had been waiting for this moment to finally grill Norman, but he was right, nothing would get done here and he didn't want the attention.

"Fine, lead the way Norman…"

Blake grabbed Normans arm with a firm grip. He wasn't letting him go. Norman twitched in pain, the grasp felt more like a death grip.

After an awkward elevator ride, the two arrived at Norman's hotel room.

Blake didn't hesitate in slamming the door shut and quickly locking it behind him. Before Norman could react, Blake grabbed him by the throat and pressed him against the wall.

"I fucking saw the interrogation tape Norman, what the fuck do you think you're doing interfering with my investigation?!"

"Ethan Mars is innocent!! If you fucking bothered to do more research, maybe there wouldn't be so many goddamn murders! You're a poor excuse for a lieutenant…"

Blake replied with his fist to Norman's cheek.

"So now you're telling me how to do my fucking job, huh?"

Norman struggled in Blake's grip, but he could not break it. Blake had certainly done this in the past. Without further hesitation, Blake threw Norman on the ground.

"You're here on my terms now pretty boy, so fucking deal with it or you can fucking leave. Shit, I'll do you a favor, after I tell Perry you aided the escape of a suspect, your ass will be out of here in no time. You'll be lucky to even keep your fucking job!"

Norman's tremors and cold sweat grew worse. He needed triptocaine, but he couldn't take it in front of Blake, it would only dig him deeper into this mess.

"You're…" Norman caught his breath. "…You're a fucking psychopath, you know that Blake…"

Norman struggled to get himself off the floor. As Blake towered over him, he pressed one foot on his chest, pinning him down. He wasn't letting him go anywhere.

"Tell me something I don't already fucking know Norman, I'm sure you can manage that…"

Blake applied more pressure on Norman's chest, causing him to writhe and scream in pain. He had Norman exactly where he wanted him.

"Let me get one thing through your fucking head Norman… You were sent here to help me, you got that? Me! I am your superior when you're here, you will obey every-fucking-thing I say. No ifs… No ands… No buts… you got that asshole?"

Blake lifted his foot up and grabbed Norman's jacket, lifting him up off the floor.

"I'm going to enjoy roughing up that pretty little face of yours…"

With one swift move, he punched Norman in the chin causing him to stumble back and fall on the bed.

"Someone's gotta teach you a fucking lesson around here…"

The lieutenant pressed himself against the agent's backside and reached for his belt buckle.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Norman shouted.

He struggled under Blake's body, but to no avail. He was pinned down, there wasn't much else he could do. The more Norman struggled, the more Blake's erection grew.

This guy's fucking crazy…! I'm gonna lose it…

Norman's nose began to bleed. He quickly acted to wipe the blood away.

Shit… where is it… where the fuck is it…

Norman frantically looked around the room for any tripto nearby since his pockets were currently inaccessible. He spotted a vial on the nightstand next to the bed. He grunted and struggled under Blake, desperate for his fix. He grasped the vial and emptied the contents into his nostrils as quick as he could without Blake noticing. The shock of the drug stimulated Norman's system. He tried once more to ward Blake.

"…Get the fuck off me Blake…!!" Norman shouted, almost out of breath.

Now that he's had his fix, maybe he could handle Blake.

"Squirm all you want, you're not going anywhere. I've gotta put you in your fucking place…"

Blake struggled with Norman's belt buckle, and finally got it undone. Lust flared up in Blake's eyes, he needed to do this. This wasn't a romantic lust, but more of a lust for power. A way to show Norman just who was dominating this relationship and this investigation. Norman was trapped, it was obvious what Blake's intentions were, but to what extent was he willing to go?

Norman continued struggling under Blake, but it seemed to only excite him more. Blake's adrenaline and testosterone were rapidly taking over his body. He flipped Norman onto his back and was determined to get his pants off. However, Norman put up a fight of his own. As soon as one hand was free, Norman decked Blake square in the nose. Blake stumbled backwards, clutching his bloody nose.

"You asshole…!! You're gonna fuckin' pay for that…" Blake growled and lunged toward Norman, pinning him on the bed once more with his hips. He then reached for his handcuffs and quickly attached one cuff to Norman's hand and the other to one of the bed posts.

"Like I said… you're not fucking going anywhere pretty boy…"

Shit! He's serious… fuck… wha-what do I do…

Norman glanced at the cuffs then back at Blake. A smirk developed on his face, he was enjoying this.

Blake repositioned himself on top of Norman and proceeded to remove his pants. Norman's struggle only fueled Blake, like throwing gasoline on to an open flame. Blake quickly struck the agent in the abdomen, paralyzing him for a short time. He then dropped his pants and turned Norman onto his back.

Blake grinded his erection against Norman's exposed buttocks. He applied his pre-cum to Norman and began sliding himself inside. Norman's face twisted with pain and his body writhed under Blake. He let out a groan and bit down on a pillow.

"Yeah… that's right, squirm…" Blake whispered in Norman's ear, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Each thrust Blake applied was returned with a groan of pain from Norman. The pain pulsated through Norman's body, almost paralyzing him completely.

…fu-fuck… I can't… take this… Blake is ou-out of his fucking mind…

Norman struggled to keep himself together. He couldn't believe this was happening. Blake was definitely in the middle of an egotistical episode, a power struggle. Norman would have never imagined Blake doing something like this, he was truly a psychopathic asshole. Blake however thought it was a necessary tactic, something to show that he was the alpha male, that he was in charge, and that he knew what he was doing.

As some time passed, Blake's breathing became heavier and Norman's groans became faint and tiresome. The pleasure began to engulf Blake, he rapidly approached his climax point. He grasped onto Norman's hip with one hand and finished himself off with the other, releasing his ejaculate onto Norman's back. As the liquid cascaded across Norman's flesh, Norman cringed and let out a few small groans.

Blake lifted himself on the bed, displaying a feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction. He pulled his pants up and tightened his belt.

"Maybe next time you'll think twice about fucking with me…"

Blake removed the handcuffs from Norman and placed them back on his belt then left the hotel room.

Ugghh… my body… aches… fucking… Blake…

Norman felt used and humiliated. He did not understand how this had any correlation to a power struggle, it was just a sick side effect of someone else's aggression to him. Norman was convinced Blake had serious mental issues, but what he could do about it.

Norman took some time to recollect himself, his composure, and his thoughts.

This investigation is killing me… I can't… I can't go on… Fuck… I can't just give up… not after all this shit I've gone through, I won't let Blake's bullshit get to me. I'll find Shaun Mars… I'll find him… I don't need Blake's help…

Norman sat himself up on the bed. He pressed his hands against his face and let out a deep sigh. He walked over to the bathroom, removed the rest of his clothes, and took a much needed hot shower.