"Whoever is behind this is nothing short of a fucking mastermind."
"Oh baby, you don't even know half of it."
(mas·ter·mindˈmastərˌmīnd/nounnoun: mastermind; plural noun: masterminds1. a person with an outstanding intellect."an eminent musical mast...
(i dont have a song for this chapter bc the one i wanted to use isnt on youtube. both this on and the other one will be on the playlist on spotify though, link in my bio.)
su·per·nat·u·ral
adjectiveadjective: supernatural1. (of a manifestation or event) attributed to some force beyond scientific understanding or the laws of nature.
"a supernatural being"
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Troye sat on the edge of his seat, a smirk playing out on his lips as he watched the troubled detective talk to another officer. It was almost better to watch than when they took the accused away in handcuffs after the judge ruled him guilty. He was so troubled, so confused. It was amazing to watch.
The hazel eyed detective finished talking to his coworker, giving him a forced smile before he walked off. The man's eyes met with the shifters, the monster drawing him over. He slowly walked over to Troye, a frown forming on the blue eyed one's face. He could not be sitting here smirking; that would not look very good on his part.
"That was shocking," Troye commented, looking up at Jacob from his seat.
"It was but it was not," Jacob replied, sitting down next to Troye. He sighed and ran a hand through his curly brown hair. "The same thing keeps happening. Over and over again, it seems. That man had no clue what anyone was saying, the words coming from his mouth were put there by lawyers. Just like the last one, and the one before that."
Troye nodded, faking a concerned look. "It's strange."
"You're right it's strange. I am honestly starting to wonder if it's something supernatural that is causing this. Wow, that sounds even more insane now that I say it out loud."
The shapeshifter laughed, patting Jacob's knee. "This town does seem to be cursed by something, hm?"
"By something."
The two sat in silence for a moment, watching the other people in the room talk and leave. Many people shared Jacob's expression - they were stressed. Something was going on and they knew it. They did not know what was causing this; the only one who did was Troye. He prided himself in that - he knew why everyone was 'going crazy'. He knew what was causing these 'episodes'. It was him doing it, the innocent looking blue eyed 'angel' that the detective himself had bent over his desk just that week. The best part of all of this was for as long as everyone else did not know what was going on, Troye could continue to cause hell among the small town. He almost smiled to himself from the thought.
"Anyways," Troye said, grabbing his bag from the floor, "I'm heading home. Things to do, people to see." He stepped over Jacob, standing beside him. "I'll be home all night, though. Come see me if you need to unwind, I'm sure you know where I live." He winked at the detective and blew him a kiss, making sure to wave his hips a bit exaggeratedly as he walked out.
"Hey, hey, wait up!" Jacob said in a hurry, standing up and hurrying after Troye. The shifter turned around and looked at him with an eyebrow raised in question. "Do you really have to meet with people? I'm sure that they can wait. I'd much rather destress right now."
Troye giggled playfully. "I'm sure they can wait."
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Troye led Jacob into his house, dropping his keys on the table and shrugging his jacket off. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, getting down two wine glasses when Jacob said yes. He pulled out a bottle of cherry flavoured wine, pouring it into the two glasses before walking over to the couch. "Please sit," he said, handing Jacob his drink.
The shifter sat next to Jacob, one leg folded under him and his body turned ever so slightly so that he could see the human. He rested one hand on Jacob's upper thigh, taking a sip of his wine as Jacob did the same.
"You can tell me how you're feeling," Troye said, his voice still low. The tone still held a hint of suggestiveness as he looked at the detective with wide blue eyes.
Jacob sighed, taking another sip of his drink. "I don't know how I'm feeling," he said. "This is all confusing and no one feels safe. My job, the way I make a living, is keeping people safe and making them feel secure. It was one thing to have one murder but... I have honestly lost count. And all of these people have been locked up for at least life sentences. That's 25 years of time they have to serve for something they did not do."
Troye raised an eyebrow, silently asking for him to elaborate.
"All of these people are the same. None of them seem to even recall what happened when the crime took place - most of them don't even know the victim. It just does not make any sense. All of their statements are so obviously written out for them. Their confessions are fed to them by investigators and all they have to do is sign. I don't fucking well know what to do anymore."
"Maybe you're overthinking this," Troye said, finishing off his glass. "They're probably all just crazy."
"You're probably right."
The shifter smirked, taking Jacob's empty glass and filling it up again. Of course he was right. He was always right.
By the time the bottle was gone, both the shapeshifter and the human were feeling slightly tipsy. Troye had shed his shirt sometime between their second glasses and the second bottle, and his neck and chest were covered with reddish-blue bruises. He popped open another bottle of alcohol and sloppily poured their drinks, taking them back to the human and setting the bottle on the coffee table so that neither of them would have to worry about moving too far for a refill. He straddled Jacob's hips, letting out a low hum at the pleasurable friction. He drank down a bunch of the sweet liquid, setting the glass onto the floor.
Troye brought his hands up to Jacob's head, running his fingers over the man's sharp jawline before slipping them further up so his hands were tangled in his hair. Troye started rocking his hips ever so slightly, watching Jacob's expression as he did so. Both of them were feeling the pleasure; it was showing on both of their faces. Troye continues to do what he wanted while Jacob drank, getting farther and farther from being sober and therefore farther and farther from the shit that had been stressing him out.
Troye took one of Jacob's hands and guided it to his crotch, letting out a low moan as Jacob squeezed him gently. "You seemed pretty stressed, hm?" He chuckled and bit leaning forward and kissing Jacob's neck. "You should take it out on me."
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