Michael got Gavin's message and about a day later, was knocking on Ryan's door. Ryan opened the door and smiled down at Michael. "Where is he? " Michael asked, making the mood more serious. Ryan still smiled. "He's in our bed." Ryan said as he let Michael in.
"Where?" Ryan gave him a gestured wave for Michael to follow. He walked into the big room with the personal fireplace that was still crackling. Michael looked at the bed and saw Gavin. He walked over and grabbed his cold shoulder and turned him to see his beaten and mostly disfigured face.
"Goddamn Ryan, I told you to kill him, not mutilate him." Michael said turning around. "Yeah, I go the extra mile for my clients. I feel pretty clever for my..." He made air quotations. "Medication. Plus he's not bad at sex." Ryan shrugged. Michael glared at him. "As good as me?" He asked. "Of course not." Ryan approached him, putting a hand on his cheek. "You don't even have to pay me." Michael smiled, "Why not?" He asked. "Because, you're a special client." He knelt down and kissed him. They smiled in silence until Michael spoke.
"Let's get rid of the body, you grab the head."
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The Pills
FanfictionRyan is out of medication, but it'll be fine. Just one night without a safety net over his mind. Right?
