Chapter 1

Derek watched as the man in front of him worked his hands in perfection. Now and then he would flex his muscles and look up at Derek, smiling. Derek would smile back and take a huge gulp from the amount of saliva his glands had produced, he waited patiently, because soon, he would get that satisfaction. Minutes later, he smiled as Fred, walked over to him.

"Here." He handed over to him the Bison burger which he had prepared specially for him on a plastic plate "I didn't sign up for this Derek, Bison burgers isn't even on the menu on Mondays, I have told you it's only on Thursdays."

"So you see my problem, how is my stomach suppose to survive?" He asked while taking the burger from the plate into his hands. "I have been your faithful customer for ages and you won't do this one thing for me?! This life is a scam."

"No you haven't!" Fred said laughing. "I remember vividly that you abandoned us when the new bakery from across the street opened."

"Blame that on my mouth desire for sweet things." He brought the burger closer to his mouth when suddenly felt a vibration coming from his phone in his chest pocket. He ignored it and moved to focus on his burger.

Work can wait when it's food time.

He brought the food up close to his mouth, opening it slowly, Fred only agreed to add Bison burger to the menu on thursday and he couldn't get another of Fred's burger, till next week Thursday, or till he bribed him, so he had to enjoy this moment. Opening his mouth, he took a huge bite. He eyelids fluttered amd closed, he lifted his head to the sky as he chewed savouring the taste, making sure it got to every bud on his tongue.

But he was interrupted from his moment as a phone call came through. With a sigh he placed the burger on the plate beside him and brought out his phone, clearing his throat before he picked.

"Talk to me," He said, bringing up his usual "business" tone.

"Get to the office now Derek!" The voice of Sarah, his personal secretary said. "Anne has been looking for you."

"Looking for me? Why? I am on my break, when someone is on their break you don't look for them or call them, you let them enjoy their break, that's the break process Sarah."

"Well, I told her that, but she's the boss and she wants to see you now. I have to go, start coming." She hung up before he could utter another word.

With a heavy sign, he got up and placed some bills on the counter before him. "Here's your money Fred, I have to go, will be back in the evening." With that he walked out, with his burger in his hands.

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"Anne!" Derek gave a small knock and a call before walking into the office. Anne was sitted behind her desk, her glasses sat on her nose as she went through some files.

"Sit," She said with a wave of her finger, still going through paper in her palm. He closed the door behind him and walked over to one of the visitors chair, taking a sit. His gaze went round her office, all in blue. Derek could swear that Anne was obsessed with that color, he wouldn't be surprised if all she had were blue clothes, she had on a blue suit right now.

"There has been a murder in town." She said finally looking up at Derek. Hearing this Derek sat up straight and leaned forward.

"Who?"

"A young artist at Gin's art shop. He was found dead today at 7. Murder weapon, a paintbrush."

"A what?"

"Paintbrush. He was killed with a paintbrush." Derek stared at Anne in disbelief and suddenly bursted into laughter.

"Ha ha ha!" He doubled over, "Died by a paintbrush!"

"Derek!" Anne said sharply.

"Sorry, I am sorry!" He said trying to control himself, "It's-" laugh, "It's just that..." throws head back trying to control himself, "He died by a paintbrush!"

"What's funny about that?"

"Everything!" He laughed again. "I mean the fact that he is dead isn't funny, but the way he died that is so... I am sorry, it isn't that funny." He said after he saw the look on Anne's face.

"He was stabbed repeatedly 23 times to death by the sharp end point of a paintbrush. After some digging we found the owner of the brush, a fellow coworker by the name Evans Stiles but he said he had forgotten his brush at the shop after a fight with our dead man."

"Oh wow. So?"

"Witness to the fight confirmed that Evans had forgotten his brush at the shop before being sent home by the manager. It was also confirmed that he stayed with his grandmother in the hospital yesterday. Well, here is everything you need to know," She said handing the file over to him. Derek opened it, and there lay Lewis Fellingway in a pool of his own blood. He turned some pages and skimmed over everything. "That would be all Derek, let me know what you find."

"Sure Anne." He stood up and walked out of her office, shutting the door behind him. As he walked out he sighted Sarah coming towards him.

"So, are you in trouble?" She asked as she came to a stop few feet before him.

"Not at all, new case. I would be in my office, anyone that calls, tell them I am busy."

"Sure thing Boss."

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Evans sat on the floor in front of his mirror staring at his reflection. A green eyed young man with red puffy eyes stared back at him, his cheeks had been temporarily tattooed with tear streaks. His lips were still trembling and his shoulders shook every five second. He wrapped his hand around his knees and buried his head between them, rocking himself slowly.

The news had arrived some minutes after eight in the morning when he had just arrived home from the hospital. He had just been preparing to go to work when Gin had called, to inform him of Lewis murder and death by his own paintbrush. He had been looking for it the night before when he remembered that he had forgotten his brush after the fight with Louis. He had been in shock since then when he learnt that it was his own brush that had killed Louis, sure he wanted to burst Louis balls, but he didn't want him dead.

With a heavy sigh, he stood up and dusted himself, he needed to have a shower, then a bath, then sleep, he needed sleep. 

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For the first time in the twenty two years he had lived on earth, sleep failed him. He had woken up when the sun was giving it afterglows and he still felt really stressed. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he went out, he needed a drink.

He entered a cab and told the cabman to take him to a place to get drunk and rested his head and closed his eyes. He had just nodded off when his attention was called by the cab man.

"Where are we?" Evans asked, bringing out his wallet.

"Are you kidding? This is Nightlife! Also, if you're looking to get it on, a lot of hot dudes come there." The cab man gave Evans a mischievous smile.

"Why would I care about 'hot dudes'?" Evans asked.

"Because you're gay?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You painted your nails pink." The cab man said flatly, Evans looked down and remembered that he and his grandma had painted each other nail earlier, he had forgotten about that.

"OK, people need to stop stereotyping, who says if a man has pink nails then he is gay? A man can like pink and not be gay, colors don't have gender!"

"OK, chill dude, I am sorry for judging you by your nails."

"Thank you, by the way, yes, I am gay." With that he stepped out of the  car and walked towards the club's entrance.

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"Pour me another one cutie!" Evans shouted for his voice to be heard over the loud music, he didn't know what he was drinking, but he loved it.

"That's enough, you don't want your blood turning to alcohol now, do you?" The barman said and walked away.

"Alcohol? What's an alcohol?" He asked no one in particular, then giggled to himself as he dragged himself up. He wanted to dance, needed to dance. He walked to the dance floor and started a dance along with the people there. Moments later a girl half staggered, half walked over to him with a smile on her face.

"Do you want to dance with me?!" She shouted, her voice was barely audible with the music playing.

"What?!"

"I said do you want to dance with me?!" She shouted again.

"Oh sorry, I am interested in boys!" He told her with a shrug and a laugh.

"So? I am interested in girls!" She said and Evans looked at her amused, he shrugged and they started a crazy dance together. Minutes later, Evans could be seen twerking like a professional, while the girl held him by his moving hips screaming at the top of her voice.

Evans couldn't care less who saw him, he just wanted to feel free, needed to. Soon the soft hands of the girl he was dancing with left and was replaced with a much larger and firm on. Evans stood up quickly to see who had replaced the girl whose name he still didn't know. He found himself staring into a beautiful gray eyes, He had a long hair which he had packed with a band but a lock of hair still escaped and fell over his face and Evans thought he was sexy as hell.

"I am drunk!" That was the first thing that crossed his mind to say, a smile ran over the face of the new man. He leaned forward till he mouth was inches away from the Evans earlobe, who shivered as he felt his breathe kiss his skin.

"Wanna know a secret?" He said. Evans nodded his head immediately, "I think I am drunk too!" He said and laughed. Evans decided then that it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. At that moment all he wanted to do was kiss the beautiful man in front of him.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Evans asked and the man gave him a small smile and led him out, on their way out, he sighted the girl he was dancing with earlier making out with a red haired chick, he shook his head with a small smile and walked out with the beautiful man.

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Evans eyes fluttered open and he found himself staring at a cotton that wasn't his. His was blue with little flowers drawn on it, this was black. Next thing he realized was how soft the bed was, he rubbed his cheeks against the satin bedcover, with a small smile, he jumped up.

"Fuck!" Pain pounded on his head— hard. "Christ," he moaned rubbing his head, he adjusted in the bed he still thought was his and it was only when he felt the soreness of his butt that the activities of last night came flooding in. The beautiful man, the beautiful man kissing him, the beautiful man tearing his clothes apart, he looked round the room, where is the beautiful man?

As the thought left his head, he heard approaching steps and quickly laid his head on the pillow, closed his eyes and pretended to still be sleeping. He heard the slight creek of the door opening and seconds later closing. The footsteps got closer and closer till he could feel a presence close to him. He shut his eyes tight and waited for a reaction. What he heard wasn't what he expected at all, the same beautiful laugh of last night. He peeked one eye open to see the same man staring at him laughing.

"I heard your shouts of pain so I know you were already awake."

"Oh!" Evans said and sat up slowly, looking away embarrassed. 

"Here, take this." He handed Evans a pill and a glass of water. "It will help with the pain."

Evans muttered a thanks and took the pill and water, downing it almost immediately. He handed the glass to the man back, who took it and walked away to a table at the corner of the room.

"So, are you new here, or just visiting?"

"No, I have been here for two years now, why do you ask?"

"Just, I haven't seen you in Nightlife before, so I thought..."

"Someone I knew got murdered this morning, we weren't really friends or anything but well, still didn't want him dead."

"Oh!"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have dropped that on you, but that's what pushed me to the club last night," He said and moved to get out of the bed, but just remembered he was naked underneath the sheet.

"It's fine, not the first time I am dealing with murder?" 

"What do you mean?" Evans asked bringing the sheets up to cover his body more, suddenly conscious of the position he was in.

"I am a detective, my name's Derek. Just realized we don't even know each other name." Evans laughed, revealing two deep dimples at each side of his cheeks.

"I am Evans." He said with a smile, his cheeks red.

"Well, nice to meet you Evans." Derek said walking over to him while pulling out his shirt.

Evans stared at the abs and his mouth watered. "N- Nice to meet you Derek."