Dangerous Criminal Love

by Kiri Asakura

Two potentially dangerous killers are brought together by fate. Their dark twisted impulses will be what will inevitably attract them, so they will desperately seek to be together again like that first night of rampaging sex they had together in Boston, the same night they met. Dolarhyde / Dixon. Includes some Hannigram ;)

5. Following each another

Chapter 5 —Following each another

Immediately after Dixon had finished the video call, the detective left his hotel room and left for the Boston Herald to wait, again, for Dolarhyde to appear. He had printed some of the video captures of the security cameras in order to compare his resemblance to that of a suspect who could reach the newspaper library in search of Hector Dixon. And he had also asked the librarian, in exchange for another payment, to signal him when Dolarhyde arrived at the scene.

It was the right time, the average time Dolarhyde used to arrive. But the time passed, time was transformed into hours and Dolarhyde had simply not appeared. The detective began to get impatient. He decided to get closer and wait directly at the reception where the librarians catered to the people. But Dolarhyde never appeared and the night fell until the place was about to close. Dolarhyde had not appeared that day, the place was already empty and only the detective and the people in charge had been stayed, but one of the security officers had the intention of rushing him to get him out.

"I am sorry that today the man you are looking for has not come, sir" said the young woman in charge who had been helping him these days.

"No way. Tomorrow I will come and I will wait for him. I'll be here early in the day. If for some reason the man appears before I arrive please give him this card and tell him that I know the blond man he is looking for. Please, this is highly confidential, do not give this information to anyone else, not even to your colleagues who have also helped me. This should only be between you and me," said the detective discreetly, in a low but concise voice. The young woman, although a little hesitant, took the card and nodded.

The establishment closed its doors to the public. Detective Wells went to his hotel to rest, but especially to inform his boss in charge, Hector Dixon, to let him know that, unfortunately, Dolarhyde had not appeared that afternoon.

"The guy did not come to the newspaper library today, Dixon. There was not a hint that he was in the place. None of the managers reported receiving him and also they checked the security cameras, exclusively for me," the detective said in a serious voice to Dixon through the screen of his laptop. In London it was very early in the morning. Dixon looked very much the same as that morning, demurely showing his naked hairless chest in front of the monitor, dressed only in a robe of fine silk, although different from the previous one, because this one was aquamarine and with a different texture. The detective did not know, but the robe that Dixon wore that night had just been an expensive gift from his lover in turn Peter Guillam and just a short while ago he had finished having sex with him, as intense as both always used to. And right now, while Dixon was attending the detective, Guillam slept naked after sex in his large bed.

"Just continue the search. You already know what to do. And inform me immediately as soon as you know something, no matter what time it is. It is understood?" Dixon indicated with determination in his eyes, illuminated by the light of his screen.

"Okay. I hope to have better luck tomorrow. It is not convenient that I move from that place. I have to wait for him to appear specifically there. If the guy has been looking for you every day for sure he will appear at any time. Today must have stopped him something, but being so insistent he will return" asserted the detective. He never lost his professionalism or stopped showing serious. Dixon nodded slightly as he framed a sarcastic smile on his face, and then drank some alcohol from his glass.

"Please, Wells, find that man, I need him, a lot," Dixon added, after drinking the alcohol. Suddenly, before the camera, a large, masculine hand began to stroke boldly Dixon's bare chest, then the detective realized that someone was hugging him from behind and to his surprise appeared right behind Dixon the face of Peter Guillam, the recognized elite agent of MI6. Then, undeterred, still knowing perfectly well that Dixon was having a video call with someone, Guillam began to kiss Dixon's shoulder sensually, driving his mouth a little desperate to his neck, still caressing his breast and pinching his nipples. Dixon could not resist it and moaned a little at Guillam's caresses that were meant to provoke him and Guillam whispered something in his ear that the detective could not reach to understand. Milton Wells was no longer surprised to see that scene through the monitor, it did not surprise him at all that Dixon had a lover right there and that he showed himself so uninhibited in front of him, although he still surprised him to a certain extent that the lover of Dixon was the spy Guillam, and it seemed ironic that Dixon had so much intention to find the man of Boston, Francis Dolarhyde, to become his lover when he already had one lover there, especially because he had previously learned that Guillam was the lover with whom Dixon had gone to bed for a longer time but from which he had recently separated. It surprised him that they had come back together, just now that Dixon was so obsessed with finding the Boston guy. What the Detective still did not suspect was that Dixon was addicted to sex with men and that he liked to have anyone he liked at will, and at the time he wanted, and despite having a long-term relationship with Guillam, nothing prevented him from sleeping with whoever he wanted.

"Ah, Peter, damn it, you fucking bastard, leave me one fucking single moment alone!" Dixon snapped firmly, but he could not help but be aroused and his body reacted to the sudden, aggressive and insistent stimulation of Guillam, who enjoyed provoking him and who knew his sensitive areas very well.

"Hector ... go back to bed ... let's play some more ... I've got it ready for you again" Guillam muttered in an excited, choked voice, returning to kiss Dixon's neck, now with even more desperation.

"Do not you see that right now I'm busy with serious business, you damn asshole?!" Dixon annoyed, but soon he also showed an ironic laugh, trying to get away from Guillam, but at the same time enjoying his provocation, he was really getting very excited again, Guillam was masturbating Dixon and he was not going to stop, even if the video call with the detective was not finished yet.

The detective smiled a little, a bit nervous and began to feel ashamed, he was a professional, but he knew that at any moment his circumspection could reach its limit, however, he could not abruptly end the video call, after all he was the employee of Dixon at that time and Dixon his boss. Faced with such a scene that did not stop and on the contrary increased their shamelessness, the detective finally made a brief sound with his throat as if he were clarifying it, in order to get the attention of Dixon, who was still in front of the monitor being caressed obscenely by Guillam under the robe.

"So, serious matters in the early morning, huh?, do you prefer to attend to that subordinate of yours rather to have delicious rampant sex with your best lover? I know you want me to put in it back inside you again," Guillam said in a whispery voice, as he now nibbled fiercely on the lobe of the Dixon's ear.

"Idiot, these are very important issues from the United States and they do not concern you, leave me fucking alone!" exclaimed Dixon exasperated, but still smiling mordaciously and without preventing his body writhing with pleasure more and more. His cheeks began to blush and his cock became hard under the bold hand of Guillam who masturbated him lustfully.

"Err, well, Dixon, you've given me the directions, I do not want to interrupt anymore, and I promised to be there very early so as not to lose sight of anything, and I know it's too early there in London," said the detective, raising the voice, as if trying to show his discomfort. By that time Guillam had almost managed to get Dixon away from the monitor and begin to nibble on his nipples while Dixon tried to take him off. The moans in the room began to increase, Dixon could not continue concentrating on the video call, and now his body cried out to give in to the provocation of his ardent lover Guillam.

"Please, find him Wells, I need that maaaan," Dixon managed to say before he felt Guillam begin to open his legs, after having heard the detective say that.

The detective smiled on his side and nodded.

"Leave it to me, Dixon," Wells said laconically and then the video call ended. He did not feel shy seeing the homosexual enthusiasm of his current boss with his lover in turn, because despite having little time to work for him he had managed to notice that perverse side of Dixon, but he had modesty and respect for their privacy, although Dixon and his lover Guillam had such brazenness to show it in front of him. Besides, he knew that he should tolerate that eccentric side of his boss, but it was best to do it from afar.

Dixon saw how the detective had finished the video call, and could barely reach to close the laptop screen. He had almost lost his concentration, his body was only reacting to the pleasure that Guillam was giving him more and more, without stopping. Just as the damn bastard had warned him to do the previous morning, Dixon would have him in his bed fucking him again. And this was indeed the third round of the night. Guillam wanted to prepare him well again, to penetrate him once more.

"Ahh, damn Peter, why cannot you just leave me a fucking single minute in peace?! You almost wanted to fuck me in front of the detective..." Dixon snapped irritably, and moaning.

"Haha, Hector, I would have been willing to do it, I bet that guy would enjoy being a voyeur, watching how real men like us have sex in front of his monitor," Guillam said hoarsely and extremely ecstatically as he nibbled wildly on Dixon's nipples to make them red and leave marks, while Dixon arched the back of pleasure, his legs were already completely open and Guillam was in the middle of them, aiming him with his manhood. There was still no penetration, Hector could feel his now rigid member rubbing deliciously with the erected member of his lover in turn, while he felt Guillam's teeth biting his nipples with greater desperation. Then Dixon felt Guillam's fingers smeared with lubricant to enter sharply into his cavity, the damn Guillam had introduced three at once, but Dixon was so excited that he had not cared, and was really enjoying it, because Guillam was preparing him for penetrate him with his obscene erection again. But before that, suddenly Dixon heard the vibrating sound of one of his sex toys and then began to feel how Guillam began to introduce inside him the thick vibrating dildo of bright violet color, with texture of small spheres, introducing it to the bottom, taking it out constantly to reinsert it again and again with an accelerated rhythm to stimulate Dixon's prostate. Dixon flinched at the act, but he enjoyed it greatly. His face showed his total joy. In an instant it almost made him go crazy and he began to cling tightly to the sheets. Often his pride prevented him from recognizing that Guillam really was an excellent lover, one of the best he had ever had in his life full of promiscuity.

"What man is the one you want the detective to find, honey?" Guillam inquired at last, without stopping at what he was doing, even increasing the rhythm and abruptness with which he penetrated Hector with the obscene object. Dixon smiled wickedly as his eyes remained closed and he enjoyed the pleasure between loud moans.

"Haha, it's not your fucking business, Peter" Dixon said with great disdain while his face could not hide the lust he enjoyed. With one hand he began to masturbate himself while with the other he held Guillam firmly by the nape of the neck, trying to show him that despite everything he was the one who dominated everything and if Guillam was in his bed it was because he had wanted it so.

At his answer, Guillam smiled wickedly and laughed a little and increased the brusqueness with which he introduced the dildo inside Dixon.

Dixon screamed with pleasure, this time in a much more sonorous way that flooded the entire great room.

"Do you want to turn that bastard you're looking for into your new toy? Oh, Hec, you're a fucking promiscuous, you never get satisfaction, but no one can give you more pleasure than the one I give you, nobody can satisfy your damn thirst for wild sex like I do," Guillam pointed seductively, his voice was hoarse from excitement, he really enjoyed seeing Hector subdued to his sexual domain, writhing in pleasure under his hot, naked body.

"Ahh, you fucking bastard, stop doing that and fuck me with your bloody cock now!" Hector shouted pleading, arching his back even more with pleasure. By that time, he could not even keep his eyes open, he could only focus on feeling the dildo vibrating pleasantly inside him with violence.

"You did not respond to what I told you, Hector, darling," Guillam whispered as he felt Dixon pulling his hair harder. But he really did not care, he also enjoyed the pain while having sex, he was a bit masochistic, though not at Dixon's level, that's why they had both managed to get along so well in bed all this time.

"Damn it haha, you're not that stupid after all, because indeed, I'm ...ahhh... looking for a man... a real man I met in Boston, I want him to fuck me wildly again ... ahh" Dixon replied cynically, between loud moans and others drowned, his excitement was so great that he felt he could barely breathe and that suffocating sensation excited him even more. Hector smiled widely, with great malice, because he had finally revealed to Guillam his true purpose and because in doing so his mind could not help but bring the memory of that sexy dark-haired man from Boston, the Adonis with the scar on his upper lip, the Herculean dark-haired man with blue eyes and with the strange but great tattoo of the back, the alpha male who had aggressively fucked him on the large bed of his luxurious suite that night.

But on the other hand Guillam when finding out that, he felt furious, it was not something that did not wait since he knew perfectly to Dixon and knew perfectly that always he said the things with absolute cynicism, and that never would feel shame of it, but to know that in addition to after having sex with a stranger in Boston he was now obsessed with finding him and bringing him to England irritated him exceedingly, and for some strange reason, this time Guillam was not entirely willing to share Dixon with anyone, let alone with a damn Yankee. Although he was fully aware that Dixon had always been extremely self-willed and self-centered, Guillam had made a point of showing him that this time Hector could not get rid of him so easily.

"Ahhh, you fucking bastard!" cried Dixon, to feel how Guillam not only sharply increased the thrusts with the nefarious sex toy, but also had increased the power of the vibrations of the device and therefore, Dixon tugged more strongly on Guillam's hair, which caused him to be more emboldened in continuing to inflict sexual torture on his murderer-in-hire lover. But despite enjoying it as never, Guillam suddenly felt exasperated, so he stopped penetrating Dixon with the nefarious plastic phallus, and decided it was time to do it himself with his rigid member, which throbbed between the fingers of his left hand, ready to enter Dixon, once again, to join him in one coition.

Dixon felt Guillam stop, as suddenly as he had started, an opened his eyes in the midst of his own gasps and watched as Guillam threw the object to the side of the bed, which fell and rolled on the floor, leaving a stain of lubricant in its path. Then Dixon saw how quickly Guillam was placed between his legs and how he pointed with his rigid member to his entrance that from the perspective of Guillam looked reddened and sufficiently dilated, because of the pleasure that he himself had caused him a few moments ago.

Despite his great desire to penetrate him with his manhood, Guillam did not immediately, he kept pointing with his erection, watching the agitated expression of Hector in front of him, he really enjoyed torturing him.

"What are you waiting for, stupid? Do it now, put your fucking cock in right now!" Dixon commanded demanding, something that really detested was when someone made him to wait, especially at the time of sex and especially at that moment, just when they were at the height of this, that really exasperated him much more.

Guillam smirked with malice, he was enjoying to exasperate Dixon, then took his rigid member with one hand and outlined with it a little the buttocks of his blond lover, Dixon could not help to feel great exasperation, but he just could not move, because Guillam just had submitted him strongly with his other hand against the bed.

"Haha just look! right now, you implore me to put my hard cock inside you, even though your entrance is now red and throbbing due to so much pleasure that I just gave you a few minutes ago when I put that obscene thing inside you, and yet you are obsessed with having sex with other men and especially finding that asshole in Boston who nobody knows what he's like, maybe he's just a very ugly bastard, but surely with a huge cock, because that's the only thing that really interests you, that is, right, Hector? because you're only a little cheap whore, but you know what? you're my little cheap whore, so if you want me to keep fucking you, you're not going to get rid of me so easily, you understand? and I'm not willing to continue sharing you with anyone else, less with strange foreign bastards," Guillam finally said him his warning, while licking his own lips and as he began to finally introduce his erect manhood in Dixon, but for now only the tip.

Dixon was a little surprised to hear him say that, he had to admit that he liked Guillam to treat him that way, as a bitch, and he also liked to be tortured because it increased his excitement even much more, but it also disturbed him a bit because, although it was true that since he had known Guillam and since they had understood to have the mutual agreement to have sex together only occasionally, without real commitment, and Guillam always had been as liberal in sex as he was, the fact was that Guillam had changed a lot in all this time as he became more and more savage and willful, Guillam could no longer be as dominated as he had been at first, but that did not worry him too much, because Dixon would always be much more sadistic than him, it was something that was already perfectly in his blood-cold-and in his dark and twisted psyche. Guillam would remain being, after all, only the object of his amusement, his sex toy, at will.

"Haha you bastard, I can get rid of you when I fucking want to, and have you back to my feet if I wish, whenever I fucking want!" Dixon said with sardonic laughter and then spit at him, but not with enough force to reach his face.

Guillam's smirk widened further, and then he introduced his rigid member completely into Hector with a single savage thrust. Dixon screamed almost choked, had tried to silence his scream to feel the wild invasion reach the bottom, touching immediately his internal G-spot, but in the end, he had not succeeded and although his pride wanted to stop him this time, he could not avoid emitting the scream, he yelled loud, to feel how Guillam attacked him with a severe rhythm, without stopping. Dixon yielded to his fascination and his screams increased, he could not avoid it, and hugged himself tightly Guillam which caused his own hard member to rub against the abdomen of his lover in a frenetic way that made him reach madness.

"This is so ... you remember ... that I ... am ... and always will be ... your best lover, you my fucking bitch," Guillam pronounced with some difficulty since he never lost the rhythm of his attacks.

Dixon was already totally alienated; therefore, he did not utter another word. And suddenly he felt Guillam exerting much more pressure on him against the bed, and how he positioned it in a more shrunken way, so that it made the penetration even deeper, while on his back he felt the slippery texture of the silk his expensive dressing gown, which he still wore. Dixon had reached the madness of pleasure, with this he had to prove that he could not really find a better lover in the world than Guillam, who seemed to understand him and fill him in every way. However, in the midst of his great ecstasy, while that other man entered frantically into his being, Dixon's mind was invaded by the memories of the dark-haired Bostonian Adonis, possessing him that glorious night.

And so that new round of unbridled sex continued for a while.

…

Boston, Massachusetts, United States

Detective Wells waited intensely for Dolarhyde's presence for the next few days, but strangely Dolarhyde had never appeared again. Every night the detective notified Dixon about the null advance. At that point Dixon was already too exasperated, and to tell the truth and although he did not want to admit it, he was worried, it was one of the few times he had been in his life, because he was not one of those people with any concern. Everything seemed to be going too bad, a streak of bad luck, after having always had almost everything in his life.

At that point of exasperation, Dixon began to seriously hesitate to send everything to hell and forget forever the man who had been his ardent lover for only one wonderful night in Boston, because when they had had the clearest clues to find him, suddenly it seemed that the earth had swallowed him. They had no clue except the damned newspaper library where they had met, there was no more data of the guy, so that, if Dolarhyde did not occur to appear more for the place, looking for him in Boston would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Not to mention looking for him in the state or in the entire American nation. But something dictated him not to stop. Dixon was not sure if this intuition was only a cause of his whim, but the feeling was really strong and he did not want to give up. Dolarhyde had become his fervent obsession and every time Dixon became infatuated with something, he never gave up.

He ordered the detective to continue his search and even intensify it, and he considered that enough time had elapsed since the murder he had committed in Boston to the British official and it was a good time to return by himself. In addition, he had no important issues to deal with in those days in the United Kingdom, so he could afford to go personally to that newspaper library and undertake his own search. Maybe being present at the first meeting point, he could run with the good luck of running into the blue-eyed Bostonian. Thinking about it excited him greatly. He licked his lips every time he imagined it.

"Well, as I said, keep up with every detail, do you understand, Wells? keep watching the people who enter the library, maybe someone could have a relationship with the guy, I want to go in a few days, but I still cannot be sure," Dixon said to the Detective through the monitor, in that moment behind the detective was seen the darkness of the night in the United States.

The detective nodded, confirmed that he would follow each of his orders and then finished the video call. At that time in the United Kingdom the new day had started and it was early in the morning, and by then Dixon had already fully combed his hair and had fixed every detail in his usual elegant outfit, he was wearing dark clothes as it was usual and distinctive in him.

Guillam had slept on Dixon's bed again the last night, he was also dressed in that moment, but they had had a dose of morning sex under the shower a little while ago, as was becoming customary. Reflecting a bit on his elegant sofa, Dixon was still wondering at that moment why he could never help but feel all the pleasure that Guillam caused him with his caresses and that wild way of doing it. Perhaps he had actually become addicted to the sex Guillam gave him, and for that reason he had not hired any other man since he had returned to London after his murder commission in Boston. In that he had also managed to save a lot of money because every time he hired a male prostitute, he paid good pay for every sexual encounter. Although, now he was spending much more on paying the detective to find his longed for blue-eyed dark-haired Adonis. Although he still could not contact Dolarhyde and despite the enormous uncertainty of thinking that there was a possibility that the Bostonian never returned to the newspaper library, he was very happy to know that Dolarhyde had also been looking for him with some insistence, he was too proud of himself and knowing that he had caused such impact in that Adonis, made his big ego even bigger, really excited him too much the fact that the sexy and muscular man from Boston had been captivated by him and was certainly looking for him to have more sex with him.

But after conversing a little on video call online with the detective that morning, and without getting good news of the whereabouts of Dolarhyde, Dixon remained pensive sitting for a while in the same place, on one of his fine black vinyl sofas in his living room. At one-point Guillam was about to leave, it was almost routine for him to sleep in Dixon's house, in his bed after having rough sex, and not in his own home, so the morning scene of getting ready in front of the mirror while Dixon attended his business online or over the phone, it had become a constant. He was only absent while he was dealing with matters of his work at MI6, which he had not requested too much in recent weeks, but with the passing of the last days the labors in his division seemed to intensify again. Surely for that reason, Guillam could not continue spending every night with Dixon during the following weeks because only a day earlier he had been assigned a new mission outside the country and outside Europe. Guillam had to tell him.

"Hey Hec ... is there something wrong? did that detective give you bad news, or did you finally find your Boston man who you so desire?" Guillam inquired sarcastically, approaching from behind him, leaving his briefcase only for a moment at the side of the sofa. Before his intention to provoke it, Dixon almost did not flinch, and barely turned to see him out of the corner of his eye, still leaning back against the sofa thoughtful, worried, internally exasperated. He only looked up at Guillam briefly, he was serious and slightly frowning and after ignoring him again, he gave a brief but almost inaudible sigh, which surprised Guillam, because Dixon always showed his annoyance openly and this time he seemed to try to hide or repress it.

"The detective has not been able to see him, he has not appeared again... and there is not a single clue of his whereabouts anywhere, we hardly know his name" Dixon mumbled annoyed, although trying to sound calm, and shrugged a little in his place. He felt very frustrated and it annoyed him even more to explain to Guillam. Besides, he was proud, he did not want to admit it even to him. That morning he really was not in a good mood.

"Oh, honey, you should better forget him, I told you that you can never find anyone better than me. However, you will surely find various bastards these days, there are many more men with whom you can entertain while I cannot put my cock inside you. In addition, you always get the best male-prostitutes, you're a damn promiscuous, but with a very good taste, although in the end you always come back to me, and I end up being the one that occupies your bed the most," Guillam said cynically with a sensual voice while taking the chin of Dixon subtly with one hand. Dixon did not stop his expression of discomfort from his face and brusquely removed Guillam's hand to get rid of him.

"Get out of my fucking flat right now, you fucking imbecile! today I really do not feel good mood to support your stupid presence" snapped Dixon aggressively, as always, but still withdrawn in his own frustration.

"Haha, Hector my love, I know how much it bothers you to admit that only for me you have become faithful again, and no other man can achieve that effect in you, I am the only one in your life" added Guillam feigning cajolery to provoke him, trying to get closer to Dixon again to take his chin in his hands again.

"Do not be stupid, I told you that your cock is mine and I like to have it when it pleases me, to lower my fever, my hot sexual desires, just for that. The sex we have is intense and delicious, I've always admitted that, and after doing so I have no more energy and no time to get involved with other men, but that does not mean that you are special and unique in my life, be sure that as soon as you leave for another season, I will have the best stallions fucking me in my bed again. Unique, Pete? haha, you're not even the best, you stupid bastard," Dixon said defiantly, looking at him austerely and sketching his white mocking smile.

Guillam laughed ironically.

"Haha Hector, darling, your pride and your cynicism is incredible! I am so amused by your stubbornness, well, I would not be surprised, especially now that I will have to be out of the country for a while, haha. You're in luck, Hec! get rid of me, but only for a short time, I can imagine how many men you will let them fuck you hard in my absence! Enjoy it as much as you can, and get ready because as soon as I get back, I'll fuck you hard where I'll grab you first when I want, even if it has to be in the middle of the corridor... Did you understand, darling? " exclaimed Guillam laughing with satire, taking abruptly the chin of Dixon in his hand, imprisoning it with force between his fingers, hurting him a little. In the act, the glances of both, more bluish by the reflection of the Sun that entered through the blinds, crossed, Hector had the frown that framed his white and languid smile and that was stopped when suddenly Guillam joined his lips to the Dixon's lips in a very abrupt kiss. Dixon wanted to put up resistance to it, but Guillam did not let him get away, he always managed to apply much more force than Dixon, Guillam always won him in that aspect. In the end, Dixon always gave in, and he could never complain, because he enjoyed it too, that's why the kiss deepened passionately, meeting their wet tongues.

After a while of letting themselves be carried away by that strange wild passion, at last they stopped kissing and they both got up again in their seats.

"Oh, and can you tell me why the fuck are you going to be absent this time, Pete?" Dixon inquired curiously, licking his lips, but still annoyed.

"Ah, the division is working hard to support the US FBI to find a dangerous serial killer for which they do not currently have great clues, and who has ties to the famous cannibal killer, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and some testimonies of witnesses, who still do not give real clues" explained Guillam and then opened his portfolio where he got a pamphlet that had the image of the spoken portrait of The Red Dragon that the FBI had been responsible for distributing in all possible places.

"The Red Dragon, eh?" Dixon said when reading the pamphlet. In effect, the portrait was not very true, it was very different from the face of the true Red Dragon that was Francis Dolarhyde, so Dixon could not suspect that it was the same man from Boston with whom he had slept that night. The man in the portrait did not look like the Adonis he was looking for.

"As a particular sign, the guy has a scar on his upper lip, derived from his physical malformation of birth, cleft lip, he is a tall and muscular subject, practices weightlifting, and has attacked in Washington, New York, Chicago and Boston, among other places near. According to the report, is a guy who suffers paranoid schizophrenia, he has blue eyes, dark short hair, tanned complexion and is around 40 or 45. Almost does not talk to anyone, even when he makes a purchase, and when he does his accent is extremely rare," explained Guillam seriously, while he spread a few more papers on the small coffee table.

"Francis Dolarhyde ..." Dixon read in the pamphlet data. After hearing all the information that Guillam had explained, he could not help feeling perplexed. There were some characteristics that coincided with the man of Boston with whom he had gone to bed to have wild sex that night, or at least had a certain feeling that made him consider for a moment that it could be him, but he wanted to convince himself that it was not the same man at all. Anyway, it would have been too much coincidence. Besides, the man of the portrait was very ugly and had too rough features, nothing compared to the extremely attractive man that he was looking for now, even the scar that they had been drawn was exaggerated, compared to the one his Boston man had, the which did not take him away any attraction.

Dixon was speechless for a moment, read the pamphlet data again and looked at the spoken portrait in detail. Then he returned the portrait to Guillam who put it back in his briefcase inside a folder.

"And ... what kind of killer is he?" Dixon asked, still confused, but trying to hide his intrigue.

"One very bloodthirsty, murders whole families, with a rather disturbing pattern, the guy seems to be really mentally deranged, it's very dangerous that he's now a fugitive," Guillam said, he felt a little odd to have such a serious conversation with his ardent lover Dixon, since most of the time they both maintained the effusion of their relationship, and when they were not in the middle of the sexual tension they were both treating each other in a pejorative way, but even though he did not say it, Guillam enjoyed these serious moments with Dixon, although they were scarce.

"A bloodthirsty murder! haha ... you really continue to surprise me, Pete, you, a highly skilled spy agent at MI6, who enjoying having sex with me, a bloodthirsty hit man, now being perturbated by a Yankee serial killer! you're so damned incongruous in your life, Pete, and I like that, because it makes you a pathetic guy, you know? that only shows that you really are subject to me, I can have you at my feet as much as I want," Dixon said sarcastic, laughing mockingly, as he began to caress Guillam's leg, who was still sitting at his side.

Guillam gave a short ironic laugh.

"Haha, no, none of that, if I want I could arrest you right now and then take you without effort with the police, I can then make they prosecuted you for all the crimes you've committed, merge you into the worst of jails, order you to be tortured without mercy, and have them give me all the honors to catch the killer of so many important people, but I will not do it, honey, just because I really enjoy having delicious sex with you, you are so deliciously fuckable and addicted to hard sex, it is not easy to find a guy as fucking bitch as you, Hec, I cannot waste you, darling. Besides ... despite letting me to fuck you hard so many times, you're still so deliciously tight," Guillam said, drawing his face close to Dixon's to steal a quick, violent kiss again.

"Idiot, you would never be able to betray me that way, and if you dared to do it, I would kill you immediately... without a trace, you know?" said Dixon, smiling sarcastically, sketching his broad white smile on his face.

Guillam laughed a little.

"Haha, my dear, you would not be so good at doing that before I got you handcuffed and put you in a patrol..." said Guillam.

"Ah, before that could happen, your disgusting brain would already be watered by the floor because of a single shot of my precious Colt, which would be a pity since my floor is precious, expensive and fine, but I could replace it immediately, that it's not a real problem," said Dixon, boldly taking out his gun and threatening to aim at Guillam's head. Dixon's smile widened even more, although they were having a kind of challenge game, he was totally serious, and Guillam who knew him well did not doubt that Dixon was serious, but he was also serious and would also be willing to play his best game and win any battle. Guillam had faith in himself and that he would never allow Dixon to win.

"Honey, you would not be able to, I know how much you love me, and I could also love you, because that ass you have so tight is not so easy to find, so I would even be willing to marry you one day, maybe you run with the luck of that happening in the future" expressed Guillam satirically, trying to provoke the annoyance of Dixon, once again.

Dixon laughed a little, indeed Guillam had succeeded in annoying him, but he also found it funny. He lowered his gun, Guillam had not flinched at any time anyway, and both had grown tired of that game.

"Oh, don't dream about something so ridiculous like that, Pete, I would never marry anyone, much less with you bastard, I'm free" said Dixon. Guillam smiled a little, finished putting away his things and got up from his seat, ready to leave. Dixon did not stop him, on the contrary, he seemed to have now the intention of ignoring him, he took control of the television and turned it on.

"I see you in a couple of weeks, Hec. Do not forget to force your lovers to use good condoms while they all fuck you, and please do not miss me very much" said Guillam, standing in front of the exit door that had just opened and he threw one last smile of mockery.

"Get fucking off!" Dixon barely uttered, still focusing his attention on the television, changing channels randomly, and soon he heard the sound of the door closing. Guillam had finally left.

For a while, Dixon continued to change the television channels, especially the news channels, he always had the habit of looking at new news about murders on television, especially every time they talked about the murders he had perpetrated and of which no one suspected, not even his neighbors, not even his family whom he saw only at parties and special occasions and with whom he did not have much communication. No one in his family knew what Hector really did, everyone thought he worked in a bank in a very good position. Only Peter Guillam and his henchmen as his faithful friend and subordinate Fabian kept his secret. That's why it suddenly bothered him to think that, in a way, Guillam was right, the fact that he knew his secret and that even being part of the police he did not arrest him, that kept him attached to him. He wondered suddenly if someday this would allow him to separate from Guillam if he chose to, but for the moment he was not sure about it. Right now, the Boston man was just another whim, after all.

"That guy from the pamphlet ... the Red Dragon, he cannot be him, I don't think so, John Bateman is tall, strong, and he seems to be a very secretive guy, but I do not think he's the horrible guy in the picture" Dixon told himself over and over, It had been half an hour since Guillam had left and the intrigue still made him think of the guy the FBI was insistently looking for.

Dixon continued to watch the news channels, he had not been hired to kill anyone these days, nor had he murdered anyone at will in recent weeks, but the news of murders was his best entertainment when he was not having hot sex with another man. Then suddenly in one of the newscasts they spoke of the wave of murders that had been perpetrated in the North of the United States in recent weeks, and they mentioned the relationship that each of them had with each other, since everything indicated that they were the product of the same murderer. Dixon watched the news and the images carefully, and then on the screen they showed the same spoken portrait that Guillam had just shown him a few minutes ago.

"The police still have no trace of the Red Dragon that attacked the special Agent William Graham in his own home almost a month ago. The special agent Graham continues to recover at the hospital from his injuries, which turned out to be serious. The portrait that we show now is the closest to the data that the witnesses have been able to provide. The red dragon, formerly known as "The tooth fairy" could not be seen well by anyone, since almost none of his victims has managed to get out alive. And those who have barely survived have been able to see his face partially. As a particular sign, the red dragon has a scar on his upper lip, probably was born with a cleft lip. He is a man with tanned skin and blue eyes, with dark hair almost black, he is tall and muscular, so it is recommended to get away from him as much as possible if someone gets to see him..."

The news continued, being an international news, the television stations in his country had not focused too much on talking about it, so Dixon thought that maybe it was best to investigate on their own on the Internet.

His intrigue had increased after seeing that newscast. At that moment Dixon wished had taken the damn pamphlet from Guillam, but he was sure to find the portrait of that serial killer on the internet.

He turned on his laptop and after a brief search he managed to find the news of the murderer. He saved the portrait that the FBI had reconstructed, connected the printer and in just a few minutes had the portrait in his hands.

"He really is ugly ..." he said convinced.

Then he called Fabian on the phone to ask him to come to his flat. He had to attend to some business in his dirty job before he could request a flight to take him back to the United States.

…..

Francis Dolarhyde had decided to move again, it was the third time he had done so in less than a month, since he had attacked Will Graham that day. He could not afford to leave any clue to the police and had even been seriously thinking about moving to another city, away from there, while his savings still allowed it. He had to get a new job as soon as possible, now using his new false identity. Most of his things were still stored in a warehouse rented almost on the outskirts of the city, there no one would dare to loot them because they would have no idea of their location, unless he took many years to abandon them, which he had not done, because from time to time he went to review them by himself. Although right now he had the idea in his head that after all the best would be to put on sale the majority. In the houses that he had been renting, one after another, since the police were chasing him, he only brought with him what was indispensable as part of his clothes, his bed, his blankets and his precious objects like the great old bible that connected him to the Great Red Dragon, which for his fortune had stopped bothering him lately. He could barely remember when it had been the last time, he had heard his guttural, infernal voice echoing in his head.

After a few days, Dolarhyde managed to sell part of those belongings and move to rent a small house in Chicago. In fact, his goal was to reach some state in the center or northwest, he wanted to settle in a place as isolated as possible, in a mountainous place without so many people around him. Being always surrounded by so many people in the city had always bothered him, the irony was that now in Chicago the situation would not be so different, being in one of the most populated cities in the country. But he could not run away so easily, he could not yet settle to live his illusionary hermit's life in Wyoming or Montana. He must be patient. After all, in Chicago he could hide from the police in the middle of the dense population.

And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceives the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him…

He had already learned the whole apocalypse by heart. He constantly recited it in his thought, for himself, to keep the Dragon calm and lethargic. He will be eternally grateful to John the Apostle.

He only regretted that now he could not keep going to the Boston newspaper library as often, driving the van there had become more and more complicated, but it was definitely not something he wanted to abandon, he could not miss the chance to find again the beautiful man with golden hair like the sun that had made him enjoy a majestic ecstasy like no other, the man clothed with the sun that the power of evil had brought for him from the other side of the world. Hector Dixon must once again be one with the great dragon.

Now a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a garland of twelve stars.

In his new home he could be comfortable for now. It was a very small house, rustic, extremely neglected, which countered with the modern buildings of the great city, a small house of just 3 narrow rooms and in which Dolarhyde had soon arranged a special place to render his twisted cult in front of the great and heavy old bible, as he had faithfully done in every place where he installed himself.

And from the first moment of arriving there he had done his usual ritual, reading in trance the paragraphs of the apocalypse, while wearing only his golden silk robe, on his muscular naked body in which he had recently tattooed the name of Hector Dixon, in Gothic letters, surrounded by a golden radiance like the Sun, because his naked body was the path that had bound him to him, to such sexual pleasure, and that being in front of something as sacred as that great old bible could only be covered with the golden robe, the one that since his sexual encounter with Hector Dixon, had endowed with a new meaning, because that silk robe was golden, and now every time that he was wearing it, he felt that he was being sheltered by the blond and his divine golden radiance like a sun, and with this his mind could not avoid making the analogy that it was equal to the way in which the narrow cavity of Dixon had sheltered his erect member in that frenzy of shared lust while penetrating him. So, wearing the golden robe on was like having sex with Dixon, penetrating him again, entering that warm depth. So, for Dolarhyde, the fact that Hector Dixon let to be penetrated by him, was like he was that prophetic woman. And all that frantic imagination in his schizophrenic psyche only managed to rejoice him even more. For that reason, his desire to find Dixon increased every day more. That maniacal despair was already torturing him.

And when the dragon saw that he had been thrown down to the earth, he pursued the woman who had given birth to the male child.

And since he still could not satisfy his immense desire to have Dixon again in his arms, he had to satisfy him in a way that he could not avoid anymore, murder and rape the dead bodies of his victims. Dolarhyde had killed again, in cold blood, without mercy, just to satisfy his lust and thirst for blood. In Chicago the reports had recently been in the news, but Dolarhyde was not stupid, he had changed his modus operandi, the Dragon had been reborn thanks to that first homosexual encounter with the British Hector Dixon after all, he had to change everything from his morphology to his instincts, so this time The Red Dragon had not been dedicated to kill perfect whole families, they were no longer his problem, now he killed relatively young men, who were around thirty to forty years old and who had soft, with fine features, similar to those of Hector Dixon, blond of small stature and slight build, with a certain attractiveness, but who could not and did not want to have them of own free will, and because he only wanted to use them as simple napkins, only once and directly in the trash.

But the woman was given the two wings of the great eagle so that she might fly from the serpent into the wilderness, to the place where she is to be nourished for a time, and times, and half a time.

Although none of them made him feel as good as Hector Dixon had done. And now he killed them at the exact moment of the new moon, because his schizophrenic mind had also created the belief that the Dragon commanded him to carry it out just in that phase of the moon, that new moon that was under the feet of his woman clothed with the Sun, because he was now practically a complete Dragon, a new one, just as Dixon had appeared in his new life. And with these new crimes the Dragon had been reborn.

Then the dragon became furious with the woman and went off to make war on the rest of her offspring, on those who keep the commandments of God and hold to the testimony of Jesus Christ. And he stood on the sand of the sea.

However, he had not yet had the time or opportunity to kill many. In fact, in the month he had been in Chicago he had only murdered three victims. The police had to attend to so many other cases in the big city that until now had not yet been linked to a serial killer, much less to the fugitive Red Dragon, whose spoken portrait was still stuck in each police station and police station.

The FBI, on the other hand, continued its arduous search for the whereabouts of Francis Dolarhyde, however, since Will Graham had disappeared, with everything and his dogs, mysteriously, and with the search for the dangerous cannibal killer Hannibal Lecter, things they had become much more complicated for Jack Crawford.

It had been a couple of weeks since Will had fled with Hannibal to Europe, Jack had suspected from the beginning that this was likely, but he had had the naive hope that he could have avoided it before that happened. But not all the security cameras and other sophisticated systems installed outside Will's house had been able to avoid it. Jack knew perfectly well that Will had left with Hannibal, because he was almost certain that they were both in a sentimental and sexual relationship.

It was clear to him that they had fled to Florence, so he began his search immediately. But again, he realized that another of the things he had suspected was in fact a reality, because upon arriving in Florence no one could find a trace of either Hannibal or Will, because as soon as they got there, they had moved to another place in Europe, where they could not find them.

…

Florence, Italy. 2 weeks ago.

Hannibal and Will had arrived at a special airport where the private jet that had brought them from the United States landed. Will's dogs had come too, just as Hannibal had promised Will, each one of them. Together they would initiate a new and risky life, in Europe, fugitives from justice. Will was fully aware of it, and he knew that it could be ephemeral, he knew it could end at any time, even abruptly, even the life of both was in danger, as much or more than the lives of people who could unfortunately fall victim to the Doctor Lecter, who could never satisfy his appetite for human flesh, and Will accepted it, although he was not sure if from now on he would also become a participant in such acts, but at the moment he did not want to worry about it or feel remorse, because after everything, from the moment he had been attracted to Dr. Lecter he had accepted that twisted, anthropophagous aspect of him, and now that he was fleeing with him this could not be less or different. Will Graham just wanted to enjoy the present, in which he could finally live a relationship with Hannibal, without something to separate them, without laws or prejudices, in a false freedom, a new life alone inside a fragile bubble that could burst at any moment.

"Come on Will, we must hurry, we cannot let Jack Crawford realize that you decided to follow me because he immediately will send agents to track us here" Hannibal pronounced as he took one of the suitcases that had been brought with him.

"I know, but then I guess that means we will not live in Florence," Will replied, also taking one of the suitcases. The dogs were close to him, exploring a little the ground that was new to them, wagging their tails with emotion.

"Unfortunately, that's the way Florence is a majestic place, one of my favorite places in the world, I really enjoyed living here and although many of my belongings were expropriated by the authorities, I kept a reservation in Denmark. First, we had to get to Florence to finish putting in order some things that I was able to recover in the end" Hannibal explained, while looking at him calmly and with a slight smile drawn on his lips.

Will agreed, he knew that Hannibal had always been astute enough to keep his fortune, although in truth that still surprised him a lot, especially since he had managed to keep it with him even though he had been in prison for several years, miles away there. Besides, to tell the truth since Abigail Hobbs had told him that Hannibal had always planned to have a house where they could all live together, the idea never ceased to be in Will's mind, so he longed for that fantasy to come true, even if at first he had a hard time admitting it, even if it might sound twisted after having fooled him and everyone with the cruel murder of Abigail and even if with it Hannibal himself had planned to blame Will for having done so. All that had been cruel and selfish on Hannibal's part, but it was his way of convincing Will that he too had the power to free him from his own mental prison, to unite him more and make him admit his true feelings to finally have that longed reward to go live together.

"So, what do you say, Will? Do you want to come and live with me in Denmark?" Hannibal inquired, adjusting his smile that undoubtedly captivated Will, as always. Will took a couple of seconds to answer, and returned the smile.

"Of course, I decided to follow you so I'll go where you tell me, I trust you," he said. Hannibal approached him and gave him a kiss, the plane had turned off his engine, the dogs were still excited wagging their tails, the assistants were finishing off the suitcases and the taxi that would take them home was waiting for them nearby.

…

It had been almost three weeks since Peter Guillam had arrived in the United States to join the FBI special team in collaboration with MI6 with the aim of finding and capturing Francis Dolarhyde, the Great Red Dragon, the dangerous schizophrenic serial killer of perfect families.

From the first day that Guillam had arrived on the American North floor he had met with Jack Crawford to work on the case, however from that moment Guillam had learned that things had now become more complicated for Crawford and his team in charge, they were also busy trying to locate and capture another serial killer danger, the famed Doctor Hannibal Lecter, who had not fulfilled the pact he had made with Jack to catch the Red Dragon and also the main target of the Red Dragon, the special agent Will Graham, had fled with him in complicity. Guillam realized that Jack and his team were actually looking for three men with extremely complex mentalities and that it would be quite difficult to catch them. Guillam had read a lot about the case of Special Agent Will Graham and knew that this situation was much more complicated with his escape. But he was diligent with his goals and this new task really excited him. Capturing murderous bastards was something that always exasperated him, he had no empathy with them, on the contrary, he wanted to capture them and make them pay for their crimes, but mostly because he enjoyed seeing them suffer in prison, although all this was more ironic, because he was a hardened persecutor of murderers but in his private life he slept with a dangerous assassin. But Hector Dixon was his fiery lover, that gave him the privilege of being free of punishment, even if that made him his impudent accomplice. Guillam did not punish murderers for moral reasons, but for his own enjoyment.

During the next few days, Guillam worked hard along with Crawford and the FBI to find more clues about the whereabouts of the three fugitives, although in fact Guillam was much more interested in capturing the self-styled Red Dragon, because he had been the first to he had been assigned this mission, and had somehow become obsessed with him ever since, and every time Guillam became obsessed with a murderer he did not give up until he managed to capture and torture him like a rat in a trap,

Therefore, Guillam was investigating as much as possible about the aforementioned murderer of perfect families, the schizophrenic bastard who had left no trace. Like Crawford, he realized that Dolarhyde had been clever enough to erase every photograph of him from every possible file, even from the schools where he had attended when he was very young. The police still had only that coarse spoken portrait that did not really show him as he actually was.

"The guy enjoys to read The Tattler, he's a great fan of it, but Jack and I have already investigated in all the establishments where the magazine is sold and nowhere seems that a man with his characteristics has come to buy it. There have been some people who have claimed to see him, but in the end, it turns out that they were other men, of similar stature, but hey, how could it not be probable that there are thousands of fellows with similar stubbornness and constitution throughout the country? He is not an extraterrestrial, he is an average man whose only visible feature is a small scar on the lip, something that could sometimes go unnoticed... ah, that's why we continue in search of this subject, haha by the way, did you understand the 'extraterrestrial'? Hey Hec, do not do the bitter one, I know that you listen to me and that you are pleased to do it, even if you do not answer me" said Guillam while recording a video message for Hector Dixon. Although he had never responded to any of his messages, it was evident that Dixon had seen and heard each one of them, but he was not willing to let him know that he was doing it.

Despite being ignored, Guillam was amused, sometimes knowing that he would not receive his answer, it exasperated him greatly, but he knew that his insistence exasperated Dixon as well, it was a game that both loved and hated at the same time. Besides, sometimes Guillam did not lose the hope that Dixon would answer him, even if it was a cursed insult. This time was no exception, while recording the message, Guillam had a drink with a little alcohol, to relax a bit after spending all day working with the staff of Crawford, and while right in front of him was stuck on the board the spoken portrait of Dolarhyde.

"Haha, damn it, Hector, you're probably listening to this message while some of your male-prostitutes fucks you hard" said Guillam laughing a little and then took a sip of his drink. And in fact, he was right.

While the message played, Hector Dixon was having rough sex with one of his rented lovers, while he could hear the last sentence said by Guillam that ended with that ironic laugh, Hector Dixon was riding back and forth on the rigid and thick erection of a dark skinned man, with a big and muscular body, and in front of them it was a large new mirror that Dixon had ordered placed in the room a couple of days ago. At that moment, while Dixon listened to Guillam's message with the loudspeaker, he greatly enjoyed not only the copulation with his well-built lover in turn, but also greatly enjoyed watching the sexual act in the large mirror, seeing in it the way in which the great dark phallus of his lover entered him, in his white butt, he was enjoying seeing the contrast of their skins while was fucked by the muscular dark skinned man, and hear the noise made by their hot bodies to join in that lust. And Dixon perversely was encouraged this time to show to Guillam how much he enjoyed, to remind him that it was a fact that he did not need him to feel pleasure and that he would not resist finding it in someone else just because thousands of miles separated them, so then Dixon stopped for a moment, he dismounted the rigid phallus and so naked approached the monitor of the laptop on the desk and decided to turn on the web cam, doing so he immediately found Guillam's face, drinking his alcoholic drink, and smiled at him wryly, to which Guillam responded in the same way, noticing the sweat that permeated Dixon's forehead and listening to his agitated panting.

"Oh, at last you respond to my messages, dear Hec" expressed Guillam, setting aside his glass. But Hector did not answer him with words, and thus leaving the camera on he went back to the bed where his lover in turn was waiting for him with a new erection. From this angle, Guillam could perfectly observe the dark-skinned man and witness live how Dixon mounted on the huge erect member of him, giving a start to doing so. Due to the length of his member, Guillam could see that the penetration must be truly deep, but he was too used to see Dixon giving him a taste of what he was able to enjoy in sex, even if it was not with him.

"Ah, you won't change, Hec, I already imagined it, you don't surprise me" said Guillam, sipping a little of his drink again, while watching how Hector just begun to move, again, on the dark-skinned man's big erection, which also he would flinch before the camera and caress the naked buttocks of the blond, and soon Dixon made his moans sound a lot louder. Guillam watched the act for a moment longer, but was tired and yawning so he decided to end the video call. Anyway, being a voyeur was not something that really went with him. And Hector could have fun all what he wanted, he could not and did not want to stop him anyway.

Guillam went to sleep, he had to get up very early to continue the case.

…

The next morning, Guillam had to meet with Crawford to talk about some new possible clues about Francis Dolarhyde, specifically about him, but maybe they could also lead to the location of the other two, after all the three were closely linked and catching one could mean catching the rest. The morning was very cold, as winter was getting closer, so he had agreed to meet at one of the cafes that were just in front of the Boston Herald newspaper library, which was Dolarhyde's favorite. Right in front of the newspaper library were a small series of restaurants and cafes, which had a perfect view of the building. In addition, to take a good hot coffee, with that climate and at that time of the morning to discuss about his work matters was something that was really appreciated.

Guillam arrived soon to the appointment, in fact, had decided to arrive minutes before the agreed thing to observe the place and the people who concurred it, because part of his obsession to find a persecuted assassin was to observe each face and movement of the people, although cautiously so as not to intimidate. In addition, he liked to keep learning about the city, which he had become quite used to in a few days. Upon entering the cafeteria, they had agreed, Guillam asked for a good table, which had a perfect view of the street, where they could see well the newspaper library building. Until that moment he still did not know that it was in fact the favorite newspaper library of his persecuted Dolarhyde, but he sensed it according to what Jack had implied in his last call.

While the waiter assigned the table to Guillam, he took a step and could not help but stumble suddenly with a man, with tanned skin and elegantly dressed, quite attractive to look, with a height not very different from his, maybe just a few inches taller than him, who after crashing looked up at him, meeting his brown eyes, Guillam could observe closely that the guy used contact lenses, but not immediately associated with a change in color of iris, but maybe with some myopia or astigmatism that the guy corrected with them.

"Ah, excuse me, I did not notice, I was in a hurry" expressed the man in a somewhat low voice, who also wore glasses, although the tone of his voice had been low, Guillam could notice that it was serious. Guillam was surprised that the man was wearing glasses and contact lenses at the same time, maybe he was only looking to change the color of his iris, but he did not stop to think too much about it since it was something banal and he had more important things to do, besides the mysterious man had no scar on the lip, something Guillam had been obsessed with looking at each subject he saw on the street, what he did not know was that Dolarhyde had managed to perfect cover his scar with latex, which Guillam could not immediately discover since at that moment Dolarhyde had left enough of him, taking several steps back.

"No, do not worry, I was somewhat distracted," Guillam said in response, and when he noticed, the stranger man quickly walked to the exit, without saying another word, then lost on the sidewalk in the middle of the other people who sought to enter the place "Ah! He looked very hurried," Guillam said to himself, until he lost sight of Dolarhyde completely.

Without suspecting it or stopping to think about it, Guillam had just come face to face with his main pursuit, the Great Red Dragon, something Jack could not suspect either when Dolarhyde walked with a hurried step beside him while Jack entered the establishment. Dolarhyde had gone unnoticed by everyone as an ordinary guy.

"Oh, Jack, it's good that you're here!" said Guillam, extending his hand to greet the newcomer cordially.

"Well, let's start with the talk" said Jack, at that moment the waiter finally assigned them the table he had ready for them.

…

London England

The days had gone by without having any clue about the wonderful Boston Adonis. To increase Dixon's bad luck, his many personal issues had prevented him from taking a flight to travel back to the United States and complete his whim to find the guy named 'John Bateman'. In addition, his relatives had advised him to continue postponing his trip because the police were still attending the case not yet from the official that he had murdered on behalf of the other corrupt politician. At that point of despair, Hector Dixon had considered that perhaps it would have been better to swallow his pride before Guillam left for his mission in the United States to have asked him to help him with the matter, so that Guillam would find a good scapegoat whom to blame and the matter of the murder of the British politician will be settled once and for all. But if he had not done it before, he would not do it now that the distance between continents separated them. His pride was so much that he would not call him or even send him a greeting.

But in spite of his great exasperation and his increasing despair, Dixon remained firm in his intention to continue the search for Dolarhyde. He was never going to give up until he reached his goal, even if he had to pay a fortune to achieve it. That's why Detective Milton Wells was still working on the objective.

"Hector, there have been many days of exhaustive search and the subject has not been presented again in the newspaper library, I have asked each manager and none has seen him, nor has he been captured in the security cameras. So really do you want me to continue working on this? I mean if there are no more clues or data from him, this becomes much more complicated," Detective Wells said seriously, through the monitor. It was late in London and Dixon had a rather sober appearance, dressed elegantly in black as usual, and he looked calm, but inside he was really desperate and hopeless, because every time he felt more and more that his wonderful lover of a Boston night had been swallowed by the earth, even his desperation made him think that perhaps everything had always been only a dream. But he did not want to give up, it had become the biggest of his whims.

"Ah, keep insisting on the search, Wells, I've been pretty busy with my affairs here but this time I am really about to go there in a couple of days, maybe my presence brings the luck of attracting him, after all he was looking for me with such insistence too, maybe he is shy and that's why he has not entered the newspaper library, but he must walk around, waiting to see me" said Dixon trying to convince himself, although several weeks had passed and no trace of the Adonis of Blue eyes so it was increasingly difficult to believe that he would find him.

"I have investigated every man named John Bateman and families with the same last name and with none I have managed to locate him or find a link, and I swear I have been watching closely in the surroundings, right now, in fact, I am outside the building, observing to all the people who walk down the street," said the detective. It was a fact that at that time Wells was right in front of the coffee shops where just at that moment they were talking Crawford and Guillam together while they warmed up a little while having a coffee.

"Please continue like that, Wells, you have to find him and give him my message" said Dixon extremely calm, refusing to show his great impatience, and without waiting for an answer, he finished the video call, because he could not hide his anger for so long "Ah, Fabian, thinking it over, I will not leave in a couple of days for Boston, I even want to take the first flight that takes me there, I'm so damn sick of being so far away from the place, trying to trust that stupid useless detective, and I feel so exasperated by having to resist to go for so many weeks, so please call the airline to buy a ticket immediately, meanwhile, I'll finish my luggage," Dixon told his faithful friend and assistant, and got up from the couch. Fabian could tell that Dixon was really irritated, and he knew how important this whim had become for Dixon, because during the last few weeks he was just talking and thinking about it.

"Then will not you travel by private jet this time?" Fabian inquired, careful not to disturb Dixon with his question.

"Ah, no, I'm not going on a business plan for what I want to save, but please ask for a seat in the upper class, and well, if I have already stood here without being able to do anything for weeks, what more could it take to endure a few hours more for a commercial flight? " Dixon said and went to his room to prepare everything. But before getting too far away, he was stopped by Fabian's comment.

"And what will you do when you find him? Something tells me you intend to bring him with you to England," he pronounced.

Dixon turned around, looked at him and his white smile was drawn on his face. He was amused by the fact that Fabian had guessed his purpose. Although it was not something he was really convinced of, Dixon had actually considered bringing the handsome dark-haired man from Boston to spend some time with him in London, if he could convince him.

"mmmh, it's something I've actually considered... we'll see what happens" said Dixon, now licking his lips a little. Fabian smiled at his cynicism.

"I guess as long as Guillam is out of the country," said Fabian, a bit teasing. But even if he did not admit it, that exasperated Dixon a little, because he felt a little sick of being linked to Peter Guillam so much, and he was also tired of having a relationship with him and feeling increasingly dependent on the sex they had. Hector Dixon always wanted to have different entertainments in his life, after all.

"Peter can go to hell, I do not want to be linked to that bastard anymore, nor I do want to leave Pete completely, but I want to get another main lover, to have something different, so yes, it is very likely I try to persuade the sexy man of Boston to come with me, at least one season" expressed Dixon, with a cheeky grin.

"Well, in that case I think it's best for you to go on the private jet, Hec, because in case the guy from Boston does not have his papers ready to leave his country, you could bring him on the jet without any problem, because I guess as soon as you find him you will have the great desperation to return here, remember that the police are still investigating that murder you committed in Boston, I only express my advice, friend" said Fabian, trying to be clear and convincing, and this quickly made Dixon consider it better. No doubt Fabian had made a wise comment, and Dixon took only a few seconds to make a decision.

"You're right, then I'll order the Jet for tomorrow, it's better to be safe with this and not spare any expenses, even if I have to wait half a day longer, but well, I've been waiting for weeks, so I can wait a few more hours," said Dixon, and then he took the phone to order that they had the private jet ready for him as soon as possible.

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While the detective finished turning off the screen of his mobile phone after finishing that video call with his boss in turn Dixon, he stopped to look again at the panorama and the people who passed. He did not see any clue of someone like Dolarhyde in the place. Truth be told, he was getting quite tired of this, though Dixon's good pay made him continue with this empty job.

Unknowingly, across the sidewalk, Crawford and Guillam were finishing their conversation and their coffee. Crawford had told Guillam about a new plan that could help them find clues about the whereabouts of their three main fugitives and Guillam agreed. Suddenly Guillam's gaze fell on what was happening on the opposite sidewalk, because he just saw someone who had suddenly become very familiar. As he was not sure of it, he decided that it was best to cross the street and face that person, who was none other than Detective Wells, so he hurried to leave the place.

"Ok Jack, but hey, let's get down to work and discuss the results later. Sorry to leave, but I'm in a bit of a hurry," Guillam said as he got up from his place and left a tip to the waiter. Jack just nodded, he was a little surprised to see that Guillam was hurrying, but he did not question anything.

"It's okay, I'll call you later" said Jack and soon Guillam was out of the place and crossed the street.

Standing over the other, Guillam immediately approached the man he might know, the Detective Wells, who was sitting on a bench with a newspaper of the day, folded and placed on his lap.

"Hello, detective..." Guillam pronounced when he finally was just in front of him, smiling a little, out of courtesy, extending his gloved hand to greet him to what the detective corresponded, although a little hesitant, because he was trying to make sure that Guillam's face was familiar. Suddenly, the detective realized that it was the renowned agent of MI6 Peter Guillam, but in his mind also recreated the image of that scene he had witnessed in front of the monitor when he spoke with Dixon online and that had been interrupted by Guillam himself to force him to have sex. Everything was confusing, but at the same time it was not unknown to him that Guillam and Dixon were lovers.

"Ah, you are ... the renowned agent of MI6, Peter Guillam, right?" Wells asked seriously, watching him.

"Yes, I am indeed, sir" replied Guillam, standing in front of him. Wells invited him with his eyes to sit next to him, but Guillam kindly said no "oh, no, thank you, I'm not going to stay long, I'm just passing through and I wanted to be sure you're the detective..."

"Milton Wells, indeed," said the man. Things began to make sense little by little, although neither of them had seen each other personally before, they knew each other by other means, since both were greatly recognized in the circle.

"It's a great surprise to see you here," Guillam said.

"I think the same, although well, I learned that you were assigned to the FBI to help in the capture of three important fugitives from justice, three men of great importance."

"Yes, it's true, and as for you..." expressed Guillam.

"Ah, I'm here for work matters too..." said Wells.

"Ah, the last time I saw your face was through the monitor of Hector Dixon, you know, the prestigious banker, it seems to me that he hires your services constantly," explained Guillam at last, inquiring.

"Yes, Hector Dixon, well indeed I work for him, sometimes" replied the laconic and hesitant detective, however, he did not want to point out that he felt somewhat cornered by Guillam.

"Do not worry, detective, with me you do not have to pretend anything or try to hide, I know that you are currently hired by Dixon, in an important matter for him, and I suspect that what he told me is true, you are looking a man with whom Dixon was recently infatuated, and don't you feel intimidated by the fact that you know well that between Hector and me there is an intimate, sexual relationship, because well, after all you already saw us in a compromising situation on that monitor. So do not be alarmed, we do not have anything bad to hide or have to feel cornered and I know well what Hector does, I know that despite having me he is looking for that unknown man through you and that does not surprise me, it's just Hector likes to annoy me and many times he is ambiguous to reveal things clearly, so I wanted to make sure you are here because of my lover's mandate" said Guillam without fear, after all he was right, there was nothing wrong with him having a relationship with another man and that the world knew, but on the other hand and in unethical terms, if Wells dared to reveal the compromising content that he had witnessed, Guillam had much more power to sink him into prison with just snapping his fingers. The best thing was to take everything in peace.

"mmm, yes, it is my knowledge all that you just mentioned, Guillam, and well, in that case I cannot deny that Dixon hired me to find someone, but I will not reveal more details about it due to my professional ethics, even if he is your partner, and if you excuse me, I should go right now," the detective said dryly and got up from his place to leave, away from Guillam.

"Do not worry Wells, it just seemed a surprising coincidence to meet you right here, right in this part of the immense world," said Guillam. Wells did not stop on his walk and Guillam turned around and took a taxi to some other point in the city.

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After that unexpected and brief encounter, Wells decided that it was time to re-enter the Boston Herald newspaper library, hoping that "John Bateman" would finally be there. He really wanted to get lucky with it. But before he could enter, just as he was beginning to climb the stairs of the entrance, he suddenly ran into a tall man, almost stumbling over him. Without knowing it, that man was Francis Dolarhyde. But at that moment Wells only noticed that he was an ordinary man, although attractive and with apparently athletic body, elegantly dressed in dark blue suit and thick frame glasses that nevertheless seemed familiar. Maybe having met with Guillam a few minutes ago had made him have the strange sensation that feeling like meeting familiar faces would bring him good luck that day, so, by a strange instinct, Wells decided to approach the man, thinking that it could be of the guy he was looking for. He should try his luck.

"Hey, excuse me ... you ..." Wells inquired, cautiously. Dolarhyde looked up at him, surprised that someone was addressing him in the middle of the stairs, for an extremely antisocial guy like him, that someone addressing him was something extremely strange.

"What do you want?" Dolarhyde asked a little dry.

"Er ... excuse me, forgive my boldness for asking so suddenly, but by chance you are the one who has been looking for the man named Hector Dixon?" the detective inquired at last, though serious, and just when he finished saying that, he took from his pocket a small photograph of the face of Hector Dixon, oval, where he looked smiling, where his blond hair and perfectly combed attracted the attention of anyone that saw it. Seeing that picture, Dolarhyde's eyes lit up like flames immediately, he was greatly surprised, a strange ecstasy immediately seized his mind and ran through his entire body in just a moment, he felt even as his member began to wake up under the zipper of the elegant trousers that he had decided to wear that day, to go unnoticed, had been like a kind of disguise, and without hesitation he took the photograph and looked at it in detail. It was Hector Dixon no doubt, the same guy who had made him feel unique that night, the man with golden hair like the Sun. Looking at that little picture made Dolarhyde think that Dixon was undoubtedly endowed with a shining divinity, because before his eyes the photography seemed to have its own radiance, part of his schizophrenic delusions, and he thought it was just another sign that Dixon must be one with the Great Dragon. But despite his internal trance, which however Dolarhyde disguised very well, he decided to feign tranquility and respond immediately to the detective.

"yes-sssss ..." replied Dolarhyde remarking the s, as he used to do in situations that made him tense or when he felt extremely excited, the pressure under his zipper began to torture him, he had to free himself from it, anywhere, but in the meantime, he had to hide it by covering himself with the briefcase he was carrying.

"Really? Do you know him? Then you are John Bateman?" the detective inquired, he was excited because after so long he had finally found the whereabouts of the subject he had searched hard without resting. No doubt that day he was very lucky.

"mmmm yes-s-s-s-s-s" answered Dolarhyde, barely turning to see the detective, alienated in the iridescent photograph.

Wells noticed that Dolarhyde was really excited to see the photograph of Hector Dixon, and after a few seconds this disturbed him a bit, because in Dolarhyde's face there was a wicked smile, and he looked extremely anxious, totally abnormal. But Wells could not lose his professionalism, also noted that Dolarhyde certainly had the characteristics of the man of surveillance cameras, although his eyes were brown, and then took a pen drive out of his pocket and gave it to Dolarhyde, who finally stopped admiring Dixon's picture for a moment.

"Well, then if it is you, take this, it contains a video message from Hector Dixon addressed to you, he wants to find you immediately, for weeks he has been looking for it fervently and ..." said the detective, but could not finish the sentence because just at that moment Dolarhyde took him abruptly by the neck and cornered him against a corner that gave a blind spot to the people who passed by on the street.

"Tell me where the hell he is!" Dolarhyde exclaimed aggressively, looking at him with desperate fury in his eyes, at that moment Wells realized that Dolarhyde was wearing contact lenses, but being abused by him he preferred to focus on responding quickly to be released by him.

"Ah, please, first get me down and I'll tell you!" Wells said with difficulty as Dolarhyde was pressing his neck and not letting him breathe well. Then Dolarhyde released him, but without intending to let him escape, he decided to calm down a little and let him speak, although he was already impatient to get out of there.

"Okay, talk!" Dolarhyde snapped a little more calmly, but his eyes still indicated his vehement exasperation.

"Dixon is in England, but he will come in a couple of days, he is very interested in meeting you as soon as possible, he just needs to know the exact point where you can see each other..." Wells said, his face was pale, he had never expected that Dolarhyde's reaction to him was that violent. He knew then that Dolarhyde was a dangerous guy.

"Well, I'll go look for him in the same suite that time, that ssso be s-s-s-sure he to be there, meanwhile I'll be constantly in the parking lot of the shopping mall ... Well, now I'm leaving, and you be sure Hector to get my message, or I'll find you and I'll make you pay for it, you bas-s-s-stard!" Dolarhyde said defiantly, he kept the photograph of Dixon and the pen drive in his pocket and left quickly, the erection under his zipper really was killing him, he had to find a place to masturbate, and now that he had the picture of Dixon in his hands thinking about it excited him even much more.

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Author's notes: Oh, I am finally able to update! It's been a year and a half since I last updated this fic and a year since I could not upload anything new! I'm really sorry! But I have been so absorbed with various things xD especially because in 2018 I have dedicated to make my 72-page comic of the sexy Richartin AU Heinz Kruger / Everett Ross! (Which I have not been able to finish due to several interruptions! TwT) Ahh, but I can never stop my intense shipping for Richartin, even if it takes me an eternity! xD

I hope you enjoy this new chapter, I hope it can compensate a little for all the time it took to update! ;3 despite the fact that the encounter between Dolarhyde and Dixon has not yet occurred! :'v

Ah, by the way, the dark-skinned man with whom Hector Dixon has sex in this chapter...well I imagined Chadwick Boseman xD

Thank you very much for your comments, for your support and for those who follow the other things that I do for this beautiful couple! :3 I appreciate it immensely!

Happy new year 2019! May all your wishes be fulfilled! And to continue with the Richartin this 2019! owó) / for my part I am preparing many surprises! ;3

and as always, I apologize for the mistakes!