"Norm, you said you heard things on the grapevine." Anna said urgently. "When you were in the FBI. What have you heard? Is it... will it help us find Norman?" Jayden shook his head.

"Not when I was in the FBI. While I was on the streets. Teenagers and homeless kids were going missing off the streets. It's just a few, you know, enough that we all thought they'd just been beaten up, or found a house, or moved territory. But... Maybe it was something more. I'm not saying it was, just..." He paused and gulped in some air, trying to calm the tremors that were threatening to engulf him. "Just there were rumours."

"What kind of rumours?" His sister whispered hoarshly.

"Keep in mind they're probably not true..."

"Norman, what are the rumours?"

"...There's a possibility that someone is kidnapping a large number of kids." Anna's eyes widened, and she let out a whimper.

"You mean someone's stolen my baby?"

"Not necessarily, it's unlikely that..."

"It's unlikely? Then where the Hell has he gone, Norman?" Anna burst into tears, and ran upstairs.

Meanwhile, Carter was almost home. He pulled up outside the house in his driveway, slammed the car door shut, and went into the house. Throwing himself down onto the couch, he turned on the TV, flicking aimlessly through the channels, trying in vain to find anything decent. After a half hour of channel surfing, he threw down the remote with an irritated noise, Making his way into the kitchen, Carter shoved a microwave meal in to cook, and grabbed himself a beer from the fridge. As soon as the microwave oven pinged, he ripped the packet open, went over to the couch, and started eating.

How am I going to explain the time I've had off when I get into work... It's not like I can tell the truth... 'I was at my least-favourite ex-FBI agent's Mom's house, receiving a handjob... Blake shuddered at the thought. That definitely wouldn't go down well. He should have rung in sick to work while he was at Norman's. Never mind, he'd have to think something up tomorrow. Carter shoved the ready meal wrapper in the bin, drained the rest of the beer in one gulp, and trudged upstairs. Pulling his shirt off and throwing himself into bed, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Eventually, he went to sleep.

His eyes snapping open with a jolt, Carter gasped at the carnage around him. There was blood everywhere... He was covered in it. There was so much. Standing up slowly, checking his body and finding nothing broken or torn, he followed the line of blood in a daze, it seemed to stretch out for miles. There were bodies, corpses everywhere, and they were covered in blood, dark red, and shining in the moonlight. As if in a trance, he followed the trail of human life, dreading who or what he'd find at the end. Small, broken bodies lay on the floor, contorted in death's final embrace, and Carter fought the urge to throw up. He reached a door, white but with bloody hand marks printed on the door and the handle. Reaching out to open it, he paused as a voice echoed from inside.

"Don't... Don't do this." Carter's head swam.

Was that Norman? He blanked out the rest of the conversation, unsure of what this meant. What was happening? ...Why did he care, come to think of it? What did Norman's issues matter to him? The drone of another voice brought him out of his thoughts, and before he could register the hint of anger in the tone of voice,a gunshot.

The door opened, and Carter stood there, staring, not comprehending the view that stood, or rather laid, before him – Norman lay unmoving in a pool of his own blood.

The scene cut out, and a blank white room stood before him, but he didn't pay much attention to that, as a wave of pure uncut pleasure washed over him. Carter tried to scream, but no sound came out. Looking round, he nearly passed out at the sight of Norman above him, but before he could say a word, his prostate was assaulted again, and he let out a very un-manly whimper. He gasped as Jayden's hand found it way around his length, and gently, almost lovingly, caressed him. Rubbing a thumb over the head of his dick, causing it to weep drops of pre-cum, Norman simultaneously bent down and bit Carter's earlobe.

"Feel good, Cartah?" Blake only moaned in reply. "I didn't hear you Cartah. Whut was th't?" Jayden ended his sentence with a thrust, earning a muffled cry from Blake.

"Ahh...Ahuhh..."

"Speak up, Blake." Norman teased. "I..." Thrust. "Can't..." Thrust. "Hear..." Bite. "You..." Sweating as he brought himself under some semblance of control, Norman stopped moving inside Blake completely, then pulled out. Carter whimpered, totally overcome by the want, the need to feel that pleasure spot touched again, and was ashamed to hear the words come out of his mouth, but then they were spoken and there was no taking them back.

"...Please."

"Please whut, Cartah?"

"Norman..."

"Whut do you want?" Norman asked, perfectly pleasantly, as if he was partaking in a polite conversation, and not fucking the brains out of his uptight ex-colleague.

"Fuck me." he whispered, barely audible. He didn't know if he could say it again, neither his pride or his ego would take it. Fortunately Norman seemed to realise that, and leaned in close to his ear, pressing his mouth against it, biting his earlobe.

"Yes, Ser." Biting hard enough to draw blood, Jayden slammed himself into Carter, crying out as he did, but Carter was lost in his own ecstasy, unable to think, unable to move, unable to breathe, and just as Jayden spilled his seed deep within Carter's body, he pressed his thumb over Carter's slit, and he came. Norman's hand milked his cock, coaxing every last drop out of him...

And Carter woke up to the feeling of wet sheets, and the beginnings of another hard-on already...