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Watching again	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Watcher, The Views: 3613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 – Dreams and Photos

Joel was having a
wonderful dream. Soft lips tentatively pressed to his own and while
longing hands were sliding through his hair. Opening his eyes he saw
David's inky eyes smile down at him. They were filled with laughter
and mirth. Opening his lips to the soft onslaught, he felt a hot, wet
tongue dive into his mouth. It danced seductively with his own.

Feeling heat pool in
his groin, Joel tried to reach out, but his
arms wouldn't move. Before he could fully register that fact, David's
hands distracted him again. Featherlight strokes down his cheeks and
back up again.

He moaned in protest,
when David took his mouth away from him. But not for long, because
another soft kiss was brushed against his lips. He thought, he heard
David say, that he had to leave. Joel wanted to plead with him,
wanted to beg him to stay, but he couldn't speak. A teasing kiss was
placed on his nose and then David's warmth was gone.

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David didn't want to
leave, but he had to. Joel had already switched out of his deep sleep
and into a lighter one. The movement of his eyes under his closed
lids told David, that Joel was dreaming. Maybe even dreaming of him.
Slowly stepping back, he couldn't tear his eyes off the sleeping man.

Joel looked so peaceful
in sleep, so absolutely innocent and beautiful. Resisting the urge,
to place another kiss on Joel's slightly reddened mouth, David backed
away. But he wasn't ready to leave just yet.

His lips and fingers
still tingled were they had touched Joel and the throbbing in his
pants demanded his attention. Just not right now. Not when he could
indulge in the seldom luxury to watch Joel, the other man completely
unawares of his presence.

If possible the few
touches had heightened his obsession with
Joel, his desire and love for the other man blazing inside of him,
threatening to overwhelm. But he was still in control. In control as
he had never been before. All the girls were just little games
compared to the ecstasy he felt just by being close to Joel.

Stirring on the couch,
Joel almost fell off the edge. It was really time to go now. Sneaking
a last glance at his beloved, he put the photos down on the couch
table. On the back of them were neatly written messages just for
Joel. The other cops working with him would probably read them too,
but he hoped that maybe Joel would keep them to himself. Kissing his
hand and blowing the kiss over to Joel, David left the apartment.

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After his dream lover
had vanished so cruelly, Joel found himself dreaming about Lisa. She
was dancing for him, but it didn't cause the same excitement,
he had felt, when David had kissed him or when he had danced in that
warehouse. It seemed like that was an eternity ago. The only thing
Lisa could make him feel now was sadness
and guilt. Sadness, that he hadn't been able to save her and guilt,
because he didn't mourn her anymore.

But then finally, her
slim figure was replaced by a stronger, masculine frame. They had a
lot in common, when it came to looks anyway. Both of them had
longish, dark hair, dark, soulful eyes and
a smile, that momentarily made his world stop. He hadn't seen David
smile often, but right now in his dream he did.

Then he lowered himself
onto Joel, straddling his hips and pressing the FBI agent back into
the couch. His mouth was as soft as the first time, but Joel had the
slight feeling, that it was less real than the first time. Although
that didn't stop him from enthusiastically returning the kiss.

Bucking his hips up
against the body above him, Joel could feel a hard cock rubbing
against his own. He couldn't keep back the moan, that was swallowed
by David, when his tongue delved deeper into Joel's mouth. Heavenly.
Wanting more, Joel started exploring David's mouth, trying to taste
even the tiniest crevice with his tongue.

The sudden ringing of
the phone, shook Joel out of his dreams and caused him to fall off
the couch.

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That was enough to get
him completely awake, so he stumbled over to the phone. After a
slight bout of cursing, because he stubbed his toe on the couch
table, he managed to get the phone to his ear. Mumbling something,
that was supposed to be his name, he waited for his caller to answer.

“Here's Hollis. I just wanted
to check if Griffin has sent you a new photo.”

“No, he hasn't.” Joel
could already feel the guilt course through his body, replacing the
desire, that had resided there moments ago.

“I'll see you later at the
office then.”

“Huh, huh.” Joel hung up
the phone, before sinking down to the ground. He was such a screw up.
They relied on him to catch David, to keep him from killing more
innocent women and he had nothing better to do, than dream of the man
he was hunting. Feeling the first signs of an oncoming migraine, he
went over to his coffee table, where he had left the bottle of pills
the night before.

When he switched on the light and
looked at his coffee table, he was shocked. There lay three photos.
One of himself, sitting in his apartment,
another displaying David's last victim and the third was a picture of
a young woman. Oh, God. Griffin must have left them here. That also
explained, why his dream had been so realistic. David must have
kissed him in his sleep. And he was finally going completely insane,
because the prospect of having had a serial killer in his home, while
he slept, aroused him.

Getting some rubber gloves out of
his bathroom, he took a closer look at the pictures. Joel knew, that
it was a complete waste of time to use gloves, because David's
fingerprints wouldn't be there anyway. But if he didn't stick to
procedure, he would get his ass chewed out at the office. Something
he desperately wanted to avoid at the moment.

He picked up the photo of himself
and turned it around. On the back was a short note in the familiar
script.

It's good to have you back, my
love.

I hope that we'll meet personally
again soon.

But until then remember that, I'm
completely yours.

David

Taking the
photo, he shoved it into the top drawer of the nearest cupboard. This
was technically a piece of evidence, but it was too personal to show
it to the other agents. His reasons to hide it and the fact, that he
was withholding evidence disturbed him, so
he quickly focused his attention to the other photos.

The second
picture showed the dead girl lying on the floor of her flat, yet
something wasn't as it should be. Then it hit him. In the corner of
the photo was a yellow evidence marker, meaning that David had taken
this at the crime scene. Right under their nose. The nerve, it was
unbelievable. Hollis would seethe, when he saw this picture. Turning
the photo around, he found another short message.

I'll stay close to you.

It was fun to play CSI for a
while. Something different from our usual game.

He didn't know
the woman in the third picture, so he immediately turned the photo
around.

You know the rules of our game.
It's on again.

TBC...
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