#thread; cyril

[nastyfck]

open to: m, bottoms if sm*t. 30+. beef preferred. wanted list here. muse: cyril kingston (fc: m*tthew goode) plot: cyril is a serial killer, dubbed the holiday menace by the media, who kills people during holidays and makes an art piece centred around that holiday. but he also works for the police as a consulting detective because of his extensive crime knowledge (especially around murder). work was keeping cyril busy. what kind of "work"? you decide. connections: could be established (lover, husband, friend; could be aware of his dual "jobs" or not, maybe helping him too?) or maybe someone he kidnapped (and just watched him kill? idk go wild)

"sorry love, work was keeping me occupied." he sighed, exhaustion deep rooted in his bones from the long day as he walked towards the other. cyril leaned against the wall, turning to look at the other man. "i know this wasn't how you envisioned the holidays to go..."

[nastyfck]

@menxsuck, [continued from here.]

a slightest wince crossed his face for a fraction of a moment. cyril crossed his arms in defence. then tighter still when jensen mentioned wanting to work together on his current case. he'd brushed him off each time he'd asked, always coming up with some excuse that mostly read as it being an ego thing rather than an actual excuse. he enjoyed working with his husband — just not when he was tasked with investigating his own crimes. especially since cyril's team didn't even have a quarter of the murders he had committed on the board; they weren't even a blip on their radar yet. and he intended to keep it that way. having insight on how the police worked and what they thought about the serial killings actually helped him to plan that much better. not to mention being able to lead them on a wild goose chase for red herrings really helped his darker cause.

he detached himself from the wall and moved over to the table. the detective plucked the bottle from the table and took a swig, ill-advised certainly but neither of them were doctors. letting alcohol burn down his throat. "really it's fine, jen. it's just the fact that it's the holidays." which meant double the work for him — self inflicted but still. "we don't need to waste your time. one person in this marriage looking at the board is more than enough." he leaned forward when he felt the atmosphere lighten, eyes taking note of jensen's wardrobe. "that my shirt you wearing?" a soft smile as he added, ""you know... i can be your own personal holiday menace fucker. if you'd like that."