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The Edwardian era.
It often gets romanticized in the mainstream media as being just that – one of the most romantic eras in human history with its high fashion for women, Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austin, and an overall picture of luxury and style. From romantic walks in the park to love letters sent in secret, it was no wonder this period had become immortalized forever.
What wasn’t romantic was not knowing where your spouse was after dark because they never came home from their work. Professor Padraic Ratigan had been married for the past twelve years to Detective Basil of Baker Street, and not once in their relationship did he not come home from a case, or even bring along Dawson for the extra help. So when Basil had decided to go out on his own for this one, everyone in the house was completely shocked.
“I’ll be fine!” he insisted. “It’s just a routine questioning of a suspect, nothing to worry about!”
But of course, Ratigan had plenty of reason to worry.
Even when midnight was approaching, Basil still hadn’t turned up yet, and Ratigan had to squeeze one of Mrs. Judson’s good pillows close to his chest to try and calm his growing anxiety. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, and he sent Fidget to go out and find Basil.
“We’ll go, too, professor!” said Bill.
“And we won’t stop until we get him back!” added Frank and Phil.
Ratigan appreciated that as he waved them goodbye.
It took another hour of anxiously waiting, but at last, there were heavy banging noises on the front door, and Mrs. Judson went to answer it. What they saw nearly ripped Ratigan’s heart out straight from his chest. Fidget, Bill, Phil, and Frank had finally found Basil…just not in the way Ratigan had hoped, not one little bit.
They were handling the mouse with great care because Basil was covered in bruises, scratch marks, and dirt. His usual brown attire was torn and ripped in various places, as if someone had done so on purpose to humiliate him. But his face had gotten the worst of it; the scratches were a lot deeper and more deliberate, and they looked like they would hurt at the slightest touch. One of his eyes was purple and swollen shut from being punched, and from where Ratigan was standing, he could’ve sworn that a couple of Basil’s teeth were missing because there was more blood pooling around his mouth.
“Boss! We found him!” said Fidget.
“Alright, easy, everyone!” scolded Frank.
“Oh, my goodness!” cried Mrs. Judson. “What the bloody hell happened to him out there?! Here, put him down gently on the couch…careful, now!”
Basil groaned softly in pain as he was placed on the sofa.
“We don’t know what happened, ma’am!” said Bill. “It was Fidget who found him lying in the middle of the street just like this…”
Dawson appeared out of nowhere holding a first aid kit.
“You all go and get a bucket of clean water with some wash rags! I’ll check and see if any bones are fractured…”
As soon as they left with Mrs. Judson, Dawson pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the couch.
“Basil! Are you alright, old chap?! Can you hear me?!”
Basil coughed a few times, spraying more blood all over his torn clothing, but he managed to choke out, “I’m…fine…! That bastard…”
Mrs. Judson returned with the water and some clean rags.
“Here you are, Dawson…”
“I found some towels, too, doc!” added Phil.
“Thank you…”
“Oh, my goodness…” murmured Mrs. Judson.
Amid all the chaos, Ratigan still hadn’t said anything yet. Not because he was sad or even shocked…no, more than anything, he was angry. He was angry that someone had dared to put their hands on Basil like this. He gripped Mrs. Judson’s pillow so hard it was starting to rip.
“Who did this to you?” he said quietly.
Everyone turned to look at him with fear in their eyes, but not for themselves. Dawson backed up a little bit so that Ratigan could kneel in front of the couch and get a better look at Basil.
“Huh…? This… This is nothing, Padraic! I’m fine–”
Basil stopped speaking when Ratigan gently cupped his hands around the detective’s face.
“I said…who did this to you?”
Basil’s good eye opened a little wider as he blushed slightly.
“It…It was…someone named Sylvester. I was about to catch him, but…”
That was all Ratigan needed to hear. He placed a kiss on Basil’s forehead and calmly stood up to leave the house.
“Let’s go, boys! We’ve got some unfinished business to take care of…”
Fidget grinned wickedly as he picked up a little baseball bat next to the fireplace. Bill took out a switchblade from his pocket while Phil and Frank both carried small guns. Everyone else stared at them for a moment before Dawson went back to patching up Basil’s wounds.
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A few hours later at around 4:00 AM…
Basil woke up in a cold sweat in a darkened room with the sun just barely creeping up over the horizon. Despite his ordeal, he had managed to sleep pretty soundly throughout the rest of the night. As his eyes started to adjust to the dark, it dawned on him that he had been moved from the couch in the living room to the bed that he shared with Ratigan. He wasn’t there, but his scent was all over the sheets and Basil wondered if he had returned yet from wherever he went.
The answer came when Basil’s ears alerted him to the soft sound of their bedroom door opening.
“Darling? Is that you?!”
He turned on the lamp to their bedside table and revealed…
Ratigan with his white shirt and pants all torn up, as if someone had ripped them on purpose, and blood drops staining said shirt. But the blood wasn’t Ratigan’s since he had no visible wounds anywhere. So Basil wondered where it had come from. Not to mention, he was huffing and puffing as if he’d been in a physical altercation with someone.
“Padraic?!” he cried. “What on earth—?!”
Ratigan took two steps across the room and shut Basil up with a deep kiss as he cupped the mouse’s head in his hands. Confused but also aroused, Basil returned his affections and wrapped both arms around Ratigan’s neck to bring him closer. He wore nothing but a long T-shirt over his bandaged body, so there wasn’t too much standing in his husband’s way at the moment. At some point, Ratigan hovered over Basil, being careful not to put too much weight on top of him as he kissed his way from Basil’s lips, neck, and stomach as the shirt was pushed up and out of the way.
But while his words were silent, Ratigan’s head was swimming in deep thought…
You are MINE, precious…and no one…NO ONE will ever touch you like that again! Because you belong to ME…
“Mine…” That word kept repeating itself over and over again as he reached Basil’s thighs and started to kiss them slowly.
“Aaauuugghhh…mmmm…darling…! What…What has gotten into you…AAAUUGGHHH!”
Basil started to arch his back because Ratigan had slipped his tongue straight up into his pink hole and was flicking it around to drive him crazy.
“AAUUGGHHH, PADDY!”
His orgasm was already cresting, but that’s when Ratigan suddenly stopped what he was doing so that he could look at Basil right in the eyes while looming over him again.
Bloody hell, he thought. When did Padraic become so…hot?
He didn’t get a chance to linger on the question for too much longer because Ratigan had started to slip his cock into Basil’s tight warm space.
“HAAAUUUGGHHH…PADRAIC…!”
Basil’s mouth fell open in shock, and Ratigan seized the opportunity to kiss him deeply again. But he also made sure to keep thrusting until the bed began to shake, secretly cherishing every sound and moan that came out of Basil when he thought he would never be able to hear them again after tonight. So he went harder and faster until the mouse was squeaking with delight.
“GAAAAUUGGGHHH!!! PADDY!!!”
Shit, if he liked that, Ratigan had another idea. He duck his head down and gently bit into Basil’s neck all while fucking his brains out.
“AH-AH-AH-AH…YES…YES!!! PADDY!!! YEEESSS!!! I’M…I’M GONNA…AAAUUGGGHHH!!!”
Basil’s cock exploded all over his stomach, painting it white. Ratigan pounded him for another minute and didn’t allow his climax to happen until he saw his husband’s eyes start to roll back in his head. Then he filled up the detective well past his limit as it leaked out onto the bed sheets.
“Fuck, Basil…!” he growled through his teeth.
Basil lay there exhausted underneath Ratigan, but he gladly accepted another tender kiss from him.
“Hah…hah…Padraic…!”
“Mmmm…mine…”
“Hmm? What was that?”
“You…are mine…” Ratigan said slowly. “You…belong to me!”
“Yes…I’m yours…but…what the bloody hell happened to you earlier?”
“Oh…I just paid an old ‘friend’ of mine a visit!”
Basil paused and smiled ruefully.
“You killed him, didn’t you? Oh, my god, you did!” cried Basil.
Ratigan just snickered and wickedly stole another kiss.
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Meanwhile, back downstairs…
Fidget and the others were still pumped with adrenaline as they high-fived each other. His bat was covered in blood stains just like Bill’s switchblade. Frank and Phil’s guns were still warm from being fired and their hands were stained with the resulting gun powder.
“Gawd!” said Frank. “It’s been a long time since we’ve done something quite like that for the professor!”
“Hell, yeah!” cried Phil. “I wanna do it again!”
“Hehehe! It was fun to go wild and lose control for once!” added Fidget. “Mr. Basil won’t have to worry about that guy anymore!”
“Boys!” scolded Mrs. Judson. “Come here and clean yourselves up!”
“Yes, ma’am!”