The Whorefic Series

Series: Wilde/ From Hell
Pairing: Fredrick Abberline/ Rentboy
Chapter Summary: Fredrick and Daniel get closer. The plot thickens…
Warnings: Violence, gore, drug use, dark themes.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off them.
Notes: For “Padding the Pages” challenge on charactersinbloom.com.

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“A mental institution?”

I took a deep breath as I went through the files Godley had managed to dig up. Apparently, Saint Everson Memorial was the name of a small obscure insane asylum for those who couldn’t afford proper psychological treatment.

“There was an escapee three months ago,” Godley said as he handed me more of the institution’s records, “they still haven’t found him. Kevin Doyle, 22 years old, only living relative is a cousin named Gregory Stoke.”

“Whereabouts?”

“London,” Godley replied, handing me a piece of paper with Mr Stoke’s address scribbled on it. “He’s a doctor, 31, unmarried, lives all by himself.” I knew I’d be hassled by my superiors for wasting time on this, but I just had to do it. Daniel and Patrick’s lives depended on it.

A sudden wave of déjà vu hit me when we reached Mr Stoke’s residence. It wasn’t so much the place as it was the man himself.

He was the blonde man with bruises from my vision.

Stoke was very polite to Godley and myself, and seemed genuinely upset when we told him that his cousin could be a suspected stalker who sent threatening letters and severed animal parts to people. Unfortunately, none of the information he gave us was very helpful. He hadn’t visited his cousin in over 6 months.

However, something major did happen when I reached home that evening. Daniel gave me a telegram that had arrived while I was away. It read:
//Congratulations on tracking down a relative of the stalker you so desperately seek. You can stop looking now. If you don’t, you’ll never see you precious Daniel again.
- Prime Suspect, Kevin Doyle//

My heart stopped when I read that. Kevin Doyle… so it really was him then. Or maybe it was someone pretending to be him. Whoever this person was, he was toying with me. I knew I couldn’t risk Daniel’s life any further, but I also knew that I couldn’t just abandon this case, not now. Discreetness was the key…


“You do know too much of that will kill you.”

I looked up and saw Daniel glaring disapprovingly at the glass of absinthe I was preparing for myself. Was there ever a time this boy did not look absolutely breathtaking? The scowl on his face did nothing to mar his angelic glow, which at the moment, was enhanced by the candlelight reflecting off the tiny water droplets on his soft skin. He scooted up close to me, which made the warm water in the tub around us ripple. But instead of trying to take away the absinthe like I’d expected, he leaned in and kissed me.

“I don’t want to loose you,” he whispered against my mouth, “I’ve already lost my family and everyone I’ve ever loved… I can’t loose you too!”

I was surprised at the emotional display, especially when I found myself looking into a pair of soft brown eyes brimming with tears. But the sight made my heart wrench. I cupped his face in my hands and planted a kiss on the wet forehead. “I don’t want to loose you either,” I said, pulling him into an embrace, “that’s why I have to do this.”

Daniel reached over and took the glass from my hand. He poured a small amount of the deep green liquid back into the bottle and handed me back my glass. “There,” he said with a satisfied look on his beautiful face, “you’re not getting violently ill for my sake.” I couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, though I knew such a small amount of absinthe would hardly have any effect on me. I poured the remaining hallucinogenic back into the bottle, deciding to save it for another time.

Before I even set the glass aside properly, a pair of warm lips found my bare chest and began planting kisses all over it. Soon the lips were joined by a tongue and encircled my sensitive nipple. The feeling was exquisite. I could see the rippling bathwater reflecting ever so slightly on Daniel’s skin as he continued his ministrations on my receptive body.

I felt a set of slender fingers bringing to life my hardening member, and I mimicked the action on him. Soon my hands began moving towards his smooth rear, seeking out that one special opening. He gasped when I gently inserted a finger, and instantly relaxed when it found his pleasure spot. Soon he was letting out little moans and whimpers when I increased the number of fingers giving his insides a stimulating massage.

Daniel almost screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure when I replaced the fingers with my fully hardened manhood, and I had to assert utmost self-control so I wouldn’t cause him any extra pain. Still, my first thrust was a bit rougher than it should have been. I apologetically stroked his back and whispered soothingly into his delicate little ear. “I’m so sorry… you have no idea how difficult it is to control myself around you…” He just moaned in response and rested his head against my shoulder. His arms were tightly wrapped around me as both our bodies began moving in synch.

I groaned throatily when Daniel’s muscles suddenly clamped and unclamped around me, encouraging me for more momentum. I happily complied.

The pace of our movements began to increase as more and more blood traveled to our lower regions. I made sure I moved in such a way that I hit Daniel’s pleasure center each time and my abdomen gave his aroused manhood a satisfying massage between both our bodies.

“Fredrick…” he breathily whispered against my wet flesh and I could feel his slender body beginning to stiffen. With a loud cry he grabbed a handful of my hair and shook vigorously with orgasmic shudders. Moments later I followed suit. I held on to him as tightly as I could as I filled his body with my warm seed.

For a while we just sat there in silence, occasionally stroking each other’s hair and kissing each other’s faces. It was only when the water in the tub started getting cold that we got out. We quickly dried each other off with the same towel, and just as we got into bed, Daniel spoke. “Did I do anything wrong?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Before,” the boy said shyly, “when you used to come to me… Why did you stop? Did I do something you didn’t like?”

His question caught me off-guard. That all seemed so long ago…

I thought for a moment, but really couldn’t find an answer to that. Then I remembered the rather odd incident that occurred the last time I’d been with him under those circumstances. “Why didn’t you let me pay last time?”

Daniel lifted his head up from my chest and gave me a questioning look. “Don’t you already know?” Even in the dark I could see emotion burning in those soft brown eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. He gently stroked my face as we parted, “Is that why you stopped?”

“I don’t know,” I replied after a few moments. “I really don’t know.”


The opium den was unusually empty. Good. Actually it didn’t matter how many people were there, just as long as I could take my dosage in peace.

And peace of mind was something I really found hard to acquire with everything going on. The stalker knew where I lived, he knew I was out to get him, he directly threatened Daniel, I knew Patrick was in danger of him as well, and he reveled his identity too. Worst of all, nobody possessed a single photograph of Kevin Doyle! The only consolation I had at the moment was knowing that Daniel would be safe with Godley while I indulged here.

The familiar wave of lightheadedness hit me as soon as the opium entered my bloodstream. Within seconds it increased tenfold. It felt as though I was falling into a deep abyss where everything around me blended into an unnerving blur of disrupted images and blackness.

A sickening noise reached my ears, and I recognized it to be the sound of sharp metal stabbing violently into dead flesh. I could see a hand, a pale bloody hand coming out of the darkness, equipped with an equally bloody knife. The knife was assaulting a corpse that lay in a pool of its own blood. Then I heard another sound, that of a distressed male voice. “Kevin no… please stop it Kevin!” it repeated over and over. The voice belonged to a frightened figure that was curled up in a corner, clutching its head and rocking back and forth. Gregory Stoke. Standing next to Stoke was another figure, one who seemed physically unharmed, but who’s body language made it seem anxious. Suddenly the second figure’s face came into view – it was Daniel. Again he was trying to say something I couldn’t hear…

“GET UP!”

Splash!

“Aaaargh!” Instantly I jolted up, gasping and sputtering as something of an icy tsunami hit me in the face. I cursed the man holding the bucket – didn’t even have to look to know it was Godley.

“Forgive the rude awakening Fredrick,” the sergeant said as he helped me to my feet, “something’s happened. You’re needed right away.”

Even in my dazed state I could see the seriousness in my partner’s demeanor, which quickly wore away my desire to throttle him for drenching me in cold water. Something was very wrong. “Where’s Daniel?” I asked as my mind began to clear up.

“You don’t have to worry about him,” Godley said as he hauled me out of the den. “We’re going to Stoke’s place.”

I chose to remain silent through the journey, giving my consciousness a better chance to recover. I played my vision over and over in my head, hoping to decipher it. If only I could have seen the faces of the mutilated body and of the killer…

“There’s been a murder,” Godley interrupted my reverie. It wasn’t until I noticed him standing outside the carriage that I realized we’d stopped. “Patrick Miller,” the sergeant spoke as I got out, “stabbed to death just outside Mr Stoke’s house.”

“Where’s Stoke?”

“Over there,” Godley replied, pointing in the direction of a shaken up Gregory Stoke who was being questioned by one of the other crime scene investigators, “but that’s not why you’re here… We’ve got the killer Fredrick.”

“You have?” I asked surprised, as Godley took me to a side. “Where is he?”

“In there,” Godley motioned towards a closed door, “turns out it was… Kevin Doyle after all. He asked for you specifically; by yourself.”

“Why?”

“You’d better go talk to him.”

There was something he wasn’t telling me. I knew it. “What’re you hiding from me Peter?”

“You’ll find out,” the sergeant said thoughtfully, “Just… take care of yourself.”

I nodded silently and went in.

The room wasn’t lit very brightly but I could easily see what I needed to. A lone figure sat in a wooden chair, wearing heavily bloodstained clothes and a sheet of black leather that completely covered his face.

“Mr Doyle I presume,” I said, taking a seat. “I believe you wanted to see me.” The figure nodded in response. “You can take that off your face now.”

The figure cocked his head in question, “Are you sure you want me to do that Inspector?”

I froze.

That voice…

“Yes… Take it off now!”

I heard a small chuckle from the other side of the leather, “Very well then.” He casually reached up and pulled the black material off his face with one swift motion.

The sight before me made my heart stop. This couldn’t have been happening! I blinked a couple of times, convinced that the toxins in my body were playing tricks on me. But they weren’t. Wordlessly I reached over to touch his face in hopes that this was just another nightmarish vision. But it wasn’t. He was there, he was real, and he was looking at me with those familiar brown eyes set in that beautiful face I’d grown to adore.

“Daniel…?”

He scoffed and looked at me with cold consideration. “It’s Kevin now. Daniel’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

I shook my head, desperately trying to make sense of what was going on. I studied the man before me. He was casually playing with the bloody end of his shirt… of my shirt that I’d given him, and seamed completely unfazed by the entire situation.

“You know Inspector,” he said with a smirk, “people who ignore warnings always pay a heavy price. Look at Patrick, silly git didn’t listen when you told him not to go out, and look what happened to him!” He shook his head disapprovingly and gripped my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I warned you didn’t I? I told you to stop looking for me or you’d never see him again… just look what you’ve done now!”

What happened after that was a blur. Maybe I passed out, or maybe I left the room… I don’t know. It didn’t matter.


“Kevin Doyle was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder at the age of 16,” Godley read from some file papers. “He’s been a resident at the Saint Everson Memorial asylum since then. Before that he lived at an orphanage.”

I nodded absently. It was all so clear now; he’d been playing a deranged game and I’d fallen for his act. Simple. “What’s going to happen to him now?”

“I don’t know,” Godley replied sympathetically, “maybe they’ll put him back in the asylum, or…” He stopped himself mid-sentence & placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, “You’d gotten attached to him hadn’t you?”

“Attached…” I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I was falling in love with him.”

The look on my partner’s face was one of total shock. That was probably the last thing he’d expected to hear from me. “Fredrick I had no idea you…”

“Neither did I,” I cut in. “Not until I met him.”

“I see…” Godley looked a little distressed with my newly reveled secret, but he gave me a considerate half-smile. “Whatever they decide on, I’m sure they’ll go easy on him.”

“I hope so,” I said in a nonchalant yet concerned tone. “I really do hope so…”