The maître d' eyed the tall, slim young man in the shabby clothing standing behind the muscular, 30ish man with the sparkling blue eyes. Benny was well dressed in a tailored coat and pants with a brocade vest over a crisp shirt. It was a bit over the top especially the vest but he assumed the couple was from the local acting troop performing at the Theatre Royal.

"Follow me gentleman, my name is Percy and I'll be attending to your needs." Sam lagged behind Benny; he had been told by Dean that there should be no public displays of affection because males that enjoyed other males were frowned upon in most places.

Benny pulled Sam's chair out for him and pushed it in, Percy was sure then that the pair were actors. He handed them menus and went to fetch the wine Benny had ordered for them.

Sam's eyes opened wide with surprise when he tried to read the menu, "I don't know what any of this is." Benny reached across the table and squeezed his hand but Sam pulled it away, "No, Dean said not to be affectionate in public."

Benny sat back and let out a sigh, "I suppose he's right…someday I feel things will change but this world isn't accepting of our brand of love."

Sam gave the vampire a shy smile, "You love me?"

"Oh, I meant sexual relations between men."

Benny swore Sam's eyes literally brightened for a moment, "You love me and want sexual relations?"

"Sam there are things about me you need to know before we talk about all of that but first I have questions for you. How did you track me? Did you follow as soon as I left?"

"No, I could smell you. Everyone and everything has its own unique scent, I've memorized yours."

"Why were you naked on my doorstep with blood on your lips and teeth?"

Sam couldn't meet his gaze any longer, he didn't know how much to tell him. Dean was terrified of them being hunted, his brother was exhausted and Sam couldn't put him through it again.

"I enjoy rare meat."

They were saved by the waiter Percy with a bottle of wine he uncorked and poured for them both, "What would you like to order?" Benny took charge and ordered for Sam, "Two steaks very rare with all the trimmings. Let us start with marrow," Benny winked at Sam, "You enjoy the marrow don't you Sam?"

They gave each other very white, toothy smiles. An understanding passed between them and Benny knew he was ready to bed his sensual Sam.

….

Sam waited in the grand hall of the hotel as Benny spoke with the concierge over accommodations for the evening. The boy felt out of place sitting there among all the well dressed people and he was give quite a few looks of disdain. He had a private laugh over the thought of changing right then and there, terrorizing all the people that looked down on him.

Benny motioned for him and when Sam stood up he had to tug down his coat so his erection and wetness wouldn't show. Sam was multi-orgasmic and his cock had leaked throughout dinner. He knew what was coming and could barely contain his excitement. Sam decided to save every pleasurable peak for Benny.

When they entered the beautiful room with a view of the city from the balcony Sam thought he entered a fairytale. "Benny it's stunning, how can you afford this?"

Benny poured them champagne as the maid drew them a bath in the huge, iron tub. "I never said I was poor. Mariette and I were forced to sell our family home and all the properties including the vineyards. We took our money and ran…there was no safe place for either of us."

The maid excused herself and left. Benny handed an already tipsy Sam a flute of champagne, "Sam would you be frightened of me if I told you I am dangerous?"

Sam drank too quickly and the bubbles tickled his nose; his pale skin flushed from the alcohol making the boy look even younger, "I am dangerous as well."

Benny took his glass away and began to undress Sam, "How could a sweet boy like you be dangerous, is it related to your penchant for raw meat?" Sam quivered all over as Benny pulled down his pants and his cock sprang free.

The vampire stepped back and looked over the boy's naked body, "Oh darling you are perfection. Come, I have a bath ready for you."

…..

Sam rested his head on a Turkish towel, drinking champagne and feeling very relaxed. Dean disliked him drinking so the boy took full advantage. He watched Benny move around the room lighting and placing a few more candles and Sam took in his body.

He had never seen such a broad, firm, thickly muscled form in his life. The soft, chestnut pelt traveled from Benny's chest, tapering to a V and then leaving a trail to a full bush of curls crowning his sizeable, thick member. The balls hung heavy in the sack. Sam was delighted with the pink, beautifully veined organ.

Benny carefully stepped into the large tub and settled in across from Sam, he took the boys long legs and draped them over each side leaving him exposed. "I'm going to relax you."

Sam watched with heavy lidded eyes as Benny worked wonderfully scented oil over his fingers of one hand then knelt between Sam's legs and gently touched the virgin entrance, "I'll find the most wonderful spot inside your body and I believe you will enjoy it."

"Dean said sex is painful and you never get used to it. He says a boy can be scarred inside after this and never feel the same again. I'll still let you Benny because I trust you."

Benny cupped the boy's cheek and spoke in a soft rumble, "Your poor brother has never had someone who loves him. It makes all the difference in the world; I hope someday that blue eyed Inspector will show Dean how magical intercourse can feel."

Sam looked up at him so trusting and open, "Then you love me?"

It truly dawned on Benny at that moment; he was in love with Sam Winchester, "I do love you Sam." Benny took Sam's legs and put them back in the water, he sat back on his side and patted his chest, "Come here and lean back on me and I'll hold you."

Sam's eyes closed slowly and then snapped open, "I'm sorry Benny…I believe I'm drunk."

Benny gathered him in his arms and let Sam doze on his shoulder until the water became cold.

…

Mary Ann Nichols, affectionately known as Polly, was wed at the age of 22 and bore her husband William five children. Their tumultuous twenty four year marriage ended in separation in 1881. She left the children with William. The oldest child resided with her father. In 1882 after finding out Polly was working as a prostitute William ended all support payments to her.

Parish authorities tried to collect maintenance money from William but he countered that she had left him with the children and that she was working as a common prostitute. William won his case. This sent Polly off on a sad litany of workhouses with long stints as a prostitute from 1882-1888.

…..

August 31st, 1888 2:30 AM, Whitechapel Road

A very drunk Polly engaged an acquaintance of hers, Emily Holland, in a brief conversation. Emily spoke of the Shadwell Dry Dock fire she had just been watching and was now heading home.

Polly leaned against the wall and let out a cackle, "I've had my doss money three times today and spent it on drink. If I don't find a taker I'll be bedding with a man for the night just to lay my head somewhere." She staggered off and that was the last time Emily ever saw her again.

…

Jack had sat at a corner table watching the various possibilities; he focused on Dean but knew someone that vocal and pretty would be missed. There was the added problem of a possible relationship between the whore and the handsome Inspector, something he wasn't ready yet to deal with. Jack struck out in search of an easier victim. He found it in Polly and shadowed the small woman to Bucks Row.

Polly stopped walking and turned, her senses dulled by drink. She squinted into the darkness, "Who's there…are you looking for a turn with me?" There was only silence and she continued her unsteady walk. Her feet were hurting terribly and her stomach rumbled from hunger. If she didn't find a taker soon she would need to turn back and give it away for sleep on a real bed and the cycle would start all over again come morning.

A deep voice came from the dark, "How much?"

She turned and once again tried to see who was there, "Come on then, why are you following me? Don't be shy; I've not time for shyness. Three pence is all it takes for some pleasure."

Her stalker stepped out and directly in front of her. Polly was pleased to see he was fine looking enough and very clean and well dressed. She gave him a toothless smile, "Do you have a place or shall we visit the alley?"

Barely any light reached them from the only gas lamp at the end of the street but still she could see his demonic eyes black as ink staring down at her. Polly took a step back but the stranger caught her thin wrist. He grasped her face and squeezed it hard as the glint of a long, thin blade flashed and sliced Polly below the ear several inches.

After that all hope was lost, Jack went into a trance as he slashed with precision despite his deep anger until he reached her abdomen and then he stabbed deeply in a frenzy. When he was exhausted the killer staggered back stepping on Polly's new black hat with a silk rose on the side. Her one pretty possession was now as broken as her body.

He left her mortally wounded and on display with skirts up like a sickening trophy then vanished unseen except by the victim.

…

Castiel was awakened at 4:30 AM by pounding on his door. He bolted up, immediately alert, put on a robe and took his revolver to the door, "Who is it?"

"Inspector, I'm patrolman Daniels from Metro and we received a telegram. There has been a murder in Whitechapel and Chief Inspector Leeds said you would want to know. We have a wagon here to take you."

Castiel opened the door a crack, "Your badge."

"Sir?"

"Your badge, I don't know you."

Daniels pushed his badge through the crack in the door and then it opened a bit wider. A man with startling blue eyes was holding a pistol on him.

Castiel handed back the badge "Alright, wait here while I dress."

The door shut and the locks were turned.

…..

Castiel was crouched over the body examining the wounds visually, "Here, about the face and neck he had a measure of control but when he went lower here," he pointed to her abdomen on down, "the monster lost all composer undoubtedly triggered by the proximity of her sexual organs. Were her skirts down when you found her?"

The officer looked to the other then back to the Inspector who was giving him a stern look, "No Sir. The laborers that found the body put them down for decency."

Castiel straightened up and stretched a bit, "Where is the doctor?" They pointed to an older, distinguished man. He approached and they exchanged brief introductions, "Tell me Dr .Llewellyn, when was she pronounced dead?"

"At 3:50 AM Inspector, I estimated she had only been dead a few minutes by the time I arrived. There would have been no saving the poor creature."

…

Sam woke up sometime during the night under fresh smelling sheets and Benny next to him. He sniffed the vampire then touched his chest feeling the pelt beneath his fingertips. Sam felt a bit nauseous from the drink but not enough to quell his lust for Benny.

Benny opened his eyes and turned to the boy, "How do you feel?"

"My belly feels strange…did you carry me here?"

"Yes."

"Benny were you telling the truth when you said you loved me? I have to know because it would hurt me greatly if you were playing a trick. I love you Benny, I have a sense that we are the same somehow. That you could accept me as I am."

"I do love you, believe me Sam."

Benny lightly kissed his lips working down the boy's long, tender neck. He felt an urge inside of him and stopped at the pulse point wanting to taste but not daring. Instead he moved to a small pink nipple sucking it between his lips until Sam arched his back and spread open his legs begging for more.

He moved to the other until both nipples were swollen and stiff. "Do you want more mon cheri…would you like me to address that swelling between your legs?" Sam moaned very loudly thrusting his hips in the air.

Full lips sunk down on the Sam's cock and he immediately spurted a warm load as Benny hummed his approval. He pulled off and lavished a finger with come then probed between the boy's cheeks finding his tight entrance and worked a thick finger inside.

When Sam gasped he stopped, "Am I hurting you?"

Sam licked his lips and watched Benny but didn't answer.

Benny crooked his finger and found the boys tender spot, he stroked lightly until he heard moaning again. He massaged until Sam was sending a pearly shower over his torso. Benny slowly withdrew his finger and tongued the peach soft skin clean.

He knelt between Sam's legs with a proud erection pointing like a weapon ready to impale. "Roll over and press your chest to the bed, ass up."

"Will you do it to me now?"

"Not just yet."

Sam assumed the position waiting for a pain and stretching until he felt he was being torn open like the horrors Dean had described but it didn't happen. He felt himself spread open and a tongue prod and swirling around when the finger had been. It felt good, in fact it felt incredible and Sam wanted more and he got it.

Soon that talented tongue was stabbing into his body like a very small, insistent penis relaxing and exciting at the same time. Sam tried to push back but Benny stopped him.

When the pleasure ended Sam let out a long whining sound that Benny thought sounded like a dog begging for food. He patted the boy on the ass he ran the plump cock head back and forth along Sam's ass crack then gave a tentative push, "Are you ready to be all mine Sam?"

Sam moaned, "Oh yes, forever."

Benny slowly forced his way in, he could tell that no cock, finger or tongue had breached Sam Winchesters butthole before him. It made the vampire even harder if possible. He felt as if he were fucking Sam with a rod of iron.

Benny cried out, "Mon Dieu je t'aime!" as he pumped in and out of his angel, his Sam. "You are wet, warm and pure velvet my love."

Sam let out a small whimper with each thrust inside of him, there was a terrible stretch as Benny's member was thick but also it was wonderful. He needed this for so very long and now it was done by a good man, one who would cherish and keep Sam as his very own.

The normal longevity of the vampires fucking was cut short by the emotions and feeling of being inside of Sam. His balls painfully tightened as he filled the boy with seed twice in a row until he was empty and not a drop remained.

Benny slowly withdrew and gently pushed Sam flat on his belly. He nuzzled the soft, lavender scented waves of hair and whispered, "You have not said a word…how do you feel Sam, be truthful. I can tell if you are fibbing."

Sam opened his legs again and felt around the tender, swollen hole. He looked at his fingers and saw blood mixed with semen. His pink tongue darted out licking the fluids off, "I am in pain but still it was very pleasurable."

Benny rolled Sam on his belly so he couldn't see the vampires face, "I'll lick you clean." When his young lover's cheeks were spread the fresh scent of blood was intoxicating, Sam had become quite raw from his first sexual encounter and now Benny would finally get to taste and take in the heady, rich treat.

The vampires eyes darkened and sharp teeth appeared from his gums, Benny was careful not to hurt Sam any future as he lapped eagerly at the trickle. When it was stemmed he covered Sam up and went back to a normal appearance.

Sam yawned as he wiggled tight to Benny, "Thank you, that felt very soothing. I love you my mate."

"I love you too my angel, now sleep."

…..

Castiel looked over the body of Polly at the mortuary along with Inspector Joseph Helson, J-division. The two men were given a complete list of injuries with details.

Inspector Novak read the list out loud.

"Five teeth are missing, and there is a slight laceration of the tongue. There is a bruise running along the lower part of the jaw on the right side of the face. That might have been caused by a blow from a fist or pressure from a thumb. There is a circular bruise on the left side of the face which also might have been inflicted by the pressure of the fingers. On the left side of the neck, about 1 inch below the jaw, there is an incision about 4 inches in length, and runs from a point immediately below the ear. On the same side, but an inch below, and commencing about 1 inch in front of it, is a circular incision, which terminates at a point about 3 inches below the right jaw. That incision completely severed all the tissues down to the vertebrae."

The Inspector took a deep breath and continued with the gruesome list of injuries.

"The large vessels of the neck on both sides are severed. The incision is about 8 inches in length. The cuts must have been caused by a long-bladed knife, moderately sharp, and used with great violence. No blood was found on the breast, either of the body or the clothes. There are no injuries about the body until just about the lower part of the abdomen. Two or three inches from the left side is a wound running in a jagged manner. The wound is a very deep one, and the tissues are cut through. There are several incisions running across the abdomen. There are three or four similar cuts running downwards, on the right side, all of which had been caused by a knife which had been used violently and downwards. The injuries were formed left to right and might have been done by a left handed person. All the injuries have been caused by the same instrument."

Helson noted a similarity, "Inspector, you said Martha Tabram was also cut by a left handed person."

Castiel was worried about Dean now, he was torn between duty and a young man that was nothing but confusion to him. His personal feelings won out, "Inspector Helson, take stock of her clothing and personal effects. Contact her family as well; I have something urgent to attend to."

…

When Dean questioned Mariette she confessed that Benny had asked if she would work last evening in his place because he might stay overnight with Sam, Dean slammed his fist on the bar top. She took a step back and he apologized, "I'm not angry at you, it's your damn brother, he's taking advantage of Sam!"

Mariette approached him cautiously and touched his hand, "You don't know my brother, he is quite taken with Sam and not just for his youth or beauty although I'm sure that is part of it. Benny has never acted this way before, my brother has his pick of pretties that want a strong man to show them how it's done in the bedroom. Since he saw Sam his demeanor has changed, he's quite tender and soft…to be honest it's disconcerting to me."

Dean gripped the bar with his head bowed, "And what would you do if you had a sixteen year old brother that was damaged from events of the past? A boy that carries something inside of him that most would not accept. Answer me that Mariette."

"I would guide him the best that I could but realize that he has needs that I couldn't fulfill. If a good man came into his life, one that is kind to me as well and has proven himself to be gentle with Sam then I would let nature take its course and congratulate Sam for a fine mate or pick up the pieces if his heart is broken. He is sixteen not six."

A man approached Dean and propositioned him; Dean looked him over and found the man cleaner than most and not altogether repulsive. Dean was still hurt and angry so he took the money and the man to the room he shared with Sam. Something he normally didn't do.

…..

Castiel did not take the wagon but rather a carriage to the Drunken Pony. He paid and hurried inside then up the stairs to Dean's room. He listened at the door and heard someone being slapped then a cry of distress.

Finding it locked Castiel shouldered it open and found Dean pinned under a naked man who had his cock up the prostitute's ass. Dean turned his head away from Castiel but there was a streak of blood on the dingy pillow.

In a rage Castiel covered the distance in a few strides to the bed, he snapped, "Get off from him."

The man slammed into Dean even harder "Fuck off, wait till I'm done. You will get your turn." Castiel grabbed him by the hair and one arm dragging the offender out of and off from Dean then slammed him against the wall.

"You like slapping people is that it…making them cry?"

Castiel began slapping the man over and over across the face as he tried to get away. By the time he managed his face was bloody, he gathered his clothing and yelled, "You damn loony! I'll call the cops and have you arrested!"

Castiel booted his ass right out the door sending the man tumbling, "Do it then you piece of shit, I'll find you and thrash you again." He stalked over to the nightstand, grabbed the coins and tossed them down the hall at the man, "Take your filthy money with you!"

He slammed the door and faced Dean who was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at him angrily, "You had no right to take that money from me, I need to pay the room rent next week and now I'll just have to go downstairs again and find someone!"

Castiel took out his wallet and removed a few bills and set them on the nightstand, "There, that should more than cover it."

Dean licked the blood off his split lip as he looked at the bills, "You could have me for a month with that much."

Castiel knelt in front of him and pulled out a white handkerchief then gingerly touched Dean's bloody lip, "I don't want you for a month…but then it doesn't matter anyway."

Dean caught his wrist, "Why did you run when I kissed you?"

The Inspector frowned when Dean asked the question but he decided to tell the truth, "Because that was my first kiss."

Dean surprised him by not laughing, "I feel honored then…I met what I whispered to you. You are perfect and I am yours. You've saved me three times now so I must mean something to you."

Castiel handed him the bloody handkerchief and stood up, "I don't want to see you hurt, I think you are…"

The door open and Sam rushed inside, "Dean I'm sorry I didn't come back, don't be cross, just let me explain."

Dean trailed his nose through the air and picked up the scent of mixed body fluids, two different types of semen, sweat, saliva and Sam's blood, also something else disturbing. He growled, "Wait here Sam I want to talk to you."

Castiel backed toward the door, "Never mind, I'll leave you both to your discussion." He hurried out and down the hall vanishing around the corner. Dean was going to go after him but Sam was already launching into an explanation.

…

Castiel was exhausted by the time he arrived back home. He bathed and changed into a dressing gown then sat at his desk to take some quick notes. There was a knock on the door, "Yes?"

"Sir something lovely came for you today."

He was hoping for peace and quiet but curiosity got the best of him, "Very well bring it in."

Daisy, the young lady he hired as a servant carried in a stunning bouquet of flowers in a vase and set them on his desk, she had a big grin on her face and pointed to the card.

Castiel gave her an amused little smile, "Oh so you want to stay and find out who they are from?"

She nodded, "I live vicariously through your exciting life Inspector."

He opened the card and read it out loud.

Flowers for the mystery gentleman that will be escorting me to the play, I hope they meet with your approval.

Warmly,

Armand Leeds

Daisy, not put off by Castiels preferences was tickled, "Oh Sir how wonderful, I bet he's quite posh!"

Castiel buried his head in his arms on the desk and Daisy touched his shoulder, "Sir would you like some nice catnip tea to relax?"

He plucked a rose from the arrangement pricking his finger on a thorn, he watched the ribbon of blood trail down his hand as he snapped the stem, "That would be lovely…Daisy you may put the flowers in your room."

She gave a happy squeal as she picked up the vase, "Thank you Sir, I've never had fancy flowers before."

Castiel sucked the wound on his hand and for some reason thought of Dean, "Flowers for s flower my dear Daisy."

TBC