Texas III part 19
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 1,700
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
A/N: A new standard disclaimer for all of my fiction, the work is un beta'd. I try to catch all of my mistakes but alas I am human. Any correction suggestions are welcome but please be kind, as with all artistic work, emotions are involved. Please don't make me cry *puppy dog eyes*
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
Frank held her hands up as if to ward off a blow. She opened her mouth to speak but a second gun cocked and blood drained from her face.
"I would like to know the answer to that as well," Texas glared down the barrel of his gun. "Being in security gives you no right to be down here."
She straightened her shoulders, "I can explain, just listen."
"No," Texas replied, "Bear."
"Yes, boss," The hulking figure loomed at Texas' shoulder.
"Show our guest to the holding cell. I believe we are in need of a conversation." Texas shoved his gun into his waistband, as the guard hustled the sputtering woman away from Max. "I've heard of her," he said directing his attention to J.B. "Whose recommendation did she have to move up to the heart of the syndicate?"
"Brooks," J.B. responded, "When the boy snatching became more evident, he sent Frank to watch Alex as I guarded Paul."
Texas gaze was heavy and J.B. wanted to recoil.
"Where does your loyalty lie?"
"To the syndicate and my life for Paul's," J.B. responded automatically.
"And the boy?"
The young guard's shoulders slumped in defeat, "Alex is my heart, sir." Texas raised his hand and J.B. stilled himself for a blow. Instead, Texas grasped his nape and squeezed.
"The boys are important, kid," Texas said his voice hoarse, surprising the guard even more. "Go to him and hold him, hold that which is dear close to your heart. The war is just beginning."
"I understand, sir." J.B. replied. As he rode the lift upwards, he leaned against the wall. War meant death. He wasn't going to die without letting Alex just how much he loved him. For the moment, Frank was now on Texas radar. He couldn't find pity within him. His soul was leading to the boy he needed and wanted in his life, even if his life could be ended.
Texas circled the bound boy. Green eyes were part fire and fear behind swollen sockets. He could almost see why Salvatore had fallen. Crossing his arms, it reminded him of being in this same position with Paul. And unlike his Puppy, the bunny wasn't going to find any softening within him. Betrayal was betrayal. And in his world, it meant life or death. The boy had forfeited his life when he chose the wrong side.
"So what were you up to?" He asked conversationally. The doctor that Alonzo had sent had done his job. The bunny was stitched up, bruised, but no longer bloody. "Who is she to you?" The bunny just turned his head. Texas grasped his chin and reveled in the hiss as he jerked him back into eye contact. "I think you have more to tell me, don't you?"
Texas was hardly ever distracted. Distraction meant death or injury. He wouldn't admit distraction but surprise at the blonde blur that whirled in between him and the bound boy. His sense of smell was ahead of his visual receptors. His body relaxed as his boy all but leapt into his arms.
His Kitten was shaking. Small hands touched his face as watery purple eyes searched him for injury. He covered his boy's mouth with a growl, needing his boy as much Kyle needed him.
The rattle of chains made his Kitten freeze. Purple eyes narrowed as he twisted in his master's arms. He squirmed until Texas placed him on his feet. He watched as his Kitten circled the boy and turned an inquiring look onto his master.
"My newest acquisition," He replied to the unspoken question. "A worthy candidate to take the opening the Puppy left behind." Kyle's eyes flashed with fury. "Meet my bunny, my own. This is the boy that came in between Paul and Salvatore."
His boy's body went bow strung tight. He whirled on the bound form once again. Texas watched with a sense of pride and uncertainty as his Kitten balled his small fist and hit the boy in his face. Texas shook his head as the bunny had the nerve to laugh. Kyle reacted with fury, landing blows and kicks, opening stitched wounds and blood began to flow once more.
The bunny wasn't laughing any longer; he was moaning in pain and trying to curl into himself against the blows. Kyle raked his nails across the bruised face, leaving behind bloody trails and then spat in the boy's face. Texas reached out, ready to bring his boy down, thinking that his Kitten was ready to retract his claws. Kyle shrugged him off and opened his pants. Texas' eyes went wide with surprise. He had never really seen Kyle in full fury. His boy fished out his dick and pissed on the naked bunny. He then put himself away and stood still, his shoulders heaving and his breath coming out in silent pants.
"Kitten," He said it quietly, wanting to bring his boy back to himself. The small blonde turned. Fury still glowed from purple depths. Texas rocked back from the slap across his face.
He wrapped his arms around him, even as Kyle fought. He carried him into the darkened hallway. He could bear his Kitten's wrath; his bunny just did not need to be an audience to it. He held onto his boy as small fists pummeled against his chest. Finally, Kyle's blonde head tipped back and his mouth opened in a silent scream.
*~*
J.B. walked through the suite of rooms silently. His boss was wrapped in Mr. Alonzo's arms on the couch. They were curled around each other, sleeping peacefully. The way their bodies were entwined, they looked like two parts of the same whole.
He opened Alex's door. Golden eyes turned warily. The boy had been feigning sleep. The events of the night had been too much. J.B. felt like his world was righted again when Alex sat up, sheets pooling around his thin, naked waist.
"Is everyone safe?" Alex asked urgently.
"No deaths just wounded."
"Frank?"
J.B. took a deep breath and sat beside Alex, not too close. The boy could reject him. But he hadn't lied to Texas; syndicate first, his life for Paul's. If Frank was not what she seemed then Texas would not show mercy. Not for a fragile boy's feelings, not with a war in the streets.
Alex scrabbled with sheets and climbed into his arms. Small hands held his face, "She's okay? She wasn't killed?" Alex bit his bottom lip, golden eyes wide with fear.
J.B.'s arms went around him, sliding reassuring hands up and down the warm silky skin of the boy's back. "She's alive, baby. But I'm not going to assure you that she is safe." Alex tensed, "She was found in place she was not supposed to be." Alex pushed against his chest and sat back so they were face to face. "You know that a boy was used in a ploy to break Paul."
Alex nodded slowly, "I was there with my former master. Mr. Alonzo betrayed Paul's faith by being with another boy when he promised he would not."
He pushed the thick golden hair back off the wide forehead, "Texas has captured the boy." Alex started violently. J.B. pulled him closer. "Frank was found with the boy, all alone in the holding area. She was talking to him, baby. With the war, it was very suspicious."
"She wouldn't betray me," Alex whispered, "She said she would be my mistress."
J.B. kissed the trembling lips gently, "Don't borrow trouble, just wait and see what Texas finds out and decides. How do you think Paul would have reacted if he were the one that had found them?"
Alex flinched, "My Night would think that he was being betrayed by those he trusts again."
They were quiet. Alex's small hand covered his heart, "Don't leave me, J.B. I couldn't bear it."
He turned them onto their sides and hugged him close. Alex's small thigh wedged between his legs. He carded the soft hair to soothe.
"J.B.?"
"Yes, baby?" His eyes felt heavy, the events of the night finally starting to wear on him.
"Make love to me."
*~*
Paul's eyes snapped open. Kyle's emotions swamped him. They had always been able to sense each other when they were afraid or in danger. Kyle was furious, his anger white hot in Paul's mind and heart.
He tried to sit up but Sal's arms hugged him tighter. It made him smile; he was able to sleep in his master's arms, even if things were not resolved. He pushed at the wide, warm chest.
"Sal," Blue eyes blinked slowly. "Sal, wake up, please."
The man sat up, drawing Paul onto his lap. He nuzzled against the sensitive skin of his neck and asked sleepily, "What is it, beautiful?"
"Something is wrong with Kyle, I need to find him. I need to get to him." Paul squirmed out of Sal's lap, hurrying out of the suite.
Sal was hot on his heels. "Wait, beautiful, do you know where he is?"
Paul's chest seized as he got into the lift. Sal's expression was worried as he pushed the basement button.
"Beautiful, Paul, there is something that you need to know."
Paul ignored him. The doors opened. The first thing he saw was his brother crying in Texas' arms. But he gave it little thought. He was where Texas trained him in the beginning. He knew the training room, the small apartment, the large bathroom with its shower big enough to hold an army. Memories overwhelmed him.
The light in the training room was on. He moved toward it like a beacon. Sal tried to stop him but he shrugged off the restraining hand. He had not heard of Texas taking on another slave besides Kyle. He knew what these rooms were used for; a slave was being trained to become Texas' whore.
He stood in the doorway, the smell of blood and urine burned his nose. The boy hung suspended from the hook, his body bloody and beaten. The dark head lifted and could make out green eyes barely.
There was something familiar about the boy.
His stomach dropped and his mind howled, "No!"
He was standing face to face with the boy that Sal had fucked while he had been captured and tortured. The boy was standing in the same place he had occupied when he gave himself to Texas' service.
The room spun and he could hear Sal's cry of "Paul!" But it sounded so far away. Everything went dark.
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 1,700
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
A/N: A new standard disclaimer for all of my fiction, the work is un beta'd. I try to catch all of my mistakes but alas I am human. Any correction suggestions are welcome but please be kind, as with all artistic work, emotions are involved. Please don't make me cry *puppy dog eyes*
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
Frank held her hands up as if to ward off a blow. She opened her mouth to speak but a second gun cocked and blood drained from her face.
"I would like to know the answer to that as well," Texas glared down the barrel of his gun. "Being in security gives you no right to be down here."
She straightened her shoulders, "I can explain, just listen."
"No," Texas replied, "Bear."
"Yes, boss," The hulking figure loomed at Texas' shoulder.
"Show our guest to the holding cell. I believe we are in need of a conversation." Texas shoved his gun into his waistband, as the guard hustled the sputtering woman away from Max. "I've heard of her," he said directing his attention to J.B. "Whose recommendation did she have to move up to the heart of the syndicate?"
"Brooks," J.B. responded, "When the boy snatching became more evident, he sent Frank to watch Alex as I guarded Paul."
Texas gaze was heavy and J.B. wanted to recoil.
"Where does your loyalty lie?"
"To the syndicate and my life for Paul's," J.B. responded automatically.
"And the boy?"
The young guard's shoulders slumped in defeat, "Alex is my heart, sir." Texas raised his hand and J.B. stilled himself for a blow. Instead, Texas grasped his nape and squeezed.
"The boys are important, kid," Texas said his voice hoarse, surprising the guard even more. "Go to him and hold him, hold that which is dear close to your heart. The war is just beginning."
"I understand, sir." J.B. replied. As he rode the lift upwards, he leaned against the wall. War meant death. He wasn't going to die without letting Alex just how much he loved him. For the moment, Frank was now on Texas radar. He couldn't find pity within him. His soul was leading to the boy he needed and wanted in his life, even if his life could be ended.
Texas circled the bound boy. Green eyes were part fire and fear behind swollen sockets. He could almost see why Salvatore had fallen. Crossing his arms, it reminded him of being in this same position with Paul. And unlike his Puppy, the bunny wasn't going to find any softening within him. Betrayal was betrayal. And in his world, it meant life or death. The boy had forfeited his life when he chose the wrong side.
"So what were you up to?" He asked conversationally. The doctor that Alonzo had sent had done his job. The bunny was stitched up, bruised, but no longer bloody. "Who is she to you?" The bunny just turned his head. Texas grasped his chin and reveled in the hiss as he jerked him back into eye contact. "I think you have more to tell me, don't you?"
Texas was hardly ever distracted. Distraction meant death or injury. He wouldn't admit distraction but surprise at the blonde blur that whirled in between him and the bound boy. His sense of smell was ahead of his visual receptors. His body relaxed as his boy all but leapt into his arms.
His Kitten was shaking. Small hands touched his face as watery purple eyes searched him for injury. He covered his boy's mouth with a growl, needing his boy as much Kyle needed him.
The rattle of chains made his Kitten freeze. Purple eyes narrowed as he twisted in his master's arms. He squirmed until Texas placed him on his feet. He watched as his Kitten circled the boy and turned an inquiring look onto his master.
"My newest acquisition," He replied to the unspoken question. "A worthy candidate to take the opening the Puppy left behind." Kyle's eyes flashed with fury. "Meet my bunny, my own. This is the boy that came in between Paul and Salvatore."
His boy's body went bow strung tight. He whirled on the bound form once again. Texas watched with a sense of pride and uncertainty as his Kitten balled his small fist and hit the boy in his face. Texas shook his head as the bunny had the nerve to laugh. Kyle reacted with fury, landing blows and kicks, opening stitched wounds and blood began to flow once more.
The bunny wasn't laughing any longer; he was moaning in pain and trying to curl into himself against the blows. Kyle raked his nails across the bruised face, leaving behind bloody trails and then spat in the boy's face. Texas reached out, ready to bring his boy down, thinking that his Kitten was ready to retract his claws. Kyle shrugged him off and opened his pants. Texas' eyes went wide with surprise. He had never really seen Kyle in full fury. His boy fished out his dick and pissed on the naked bunny. He then put himself away and stood still, his shoulders heaving and his breath coming out in silent pants.
"Kitten," He said it quietly, wanting to bring his boy back to himself. The small blonde turned. Fury still glowed from purple depths. Texas rocked back from the slap across his face.
He wrapped his arms around him, even as Kyle fought. He carried him into the darkened hallway. He could bear his Kitten's wrath; his bunny just did not need to be an audience to it. He held onto his boy as small fists pummeled against his chest. Finally, Kyle's blonde head tipped back and his mouth opened in a silent scream.
*~*
J.B. walked through the suite of rooms silently. His boss was wrapped in Mr. Alonzo's arms on the couch. They were curled around each other, sleeping peacefully. The way their bodies were entwined, they looked like two parts of the same whole.
He opened Alex's door. Golden eyes turned warily. The boy had been feigning sleep. The events of the night had been too much. J.B. felt like his world was righted again when Alex sat up, sheets pooling around his thin, naked waist.
"Is everyone safe?" Alex asked urgently.
"No deaths just wounded."
"Frank?"
J.B. took a deep breath and sat beside Alex, not too close. The boy could reject him. But he hadn't lied to Texas; syndicate first, his life for Paul's. If Frank was not what she seemed then Texas would not show mercy. Not for a fragile boy's feelings, not with a war in the streets.
Alex scrabbled with sheets and climbed into his arms. Small hands held his face, "She's okay? She wasn't killed?" Alex bit his bottom lip, golden eyes wide with fear.
J.B.'s arms went around him, sliding reassuring hands up and down the warm silky skin of the boy's back. "She's alive, baby. But I'm not going to assure you that she is safe." Alex tensed, "She was found in place she was not supposed to be." Alex pushed against his chest and sat back so they were face to face. "You know that a boy was used in a ploy to break Paul."
Alex nodded slowly, "I was there with my former master. Mr. Alonzo betrayed Paul's faith by being with another boy when he promised he would not."
He pushed the thick golden hair back off the wide forehead, "Texas has captured the boy." Alex started violently. J.B. pulled him closer. "Frank was found with the boy, all alone in the holding area. She was talking to him, baby. With the war, it was very suspicious."
"She wouldn't betray me," Alex whispered, "She said she would be my mistress."
J.B. kissed the trembling lips gently, "Don't borrow trouble, just wait and see what Texas finds out and decides. How do you think Paul would have reacted if he were the one that had found them?"
Alex flinched, "My Night would think that he was being betrayed by those he trusts again."
They were quiet. Alex's small hand covered his heart, "Don't leave me, J.B. I couldn't bear it."
He turned them onto their sides and hugged him close. Alex's small thigh wedged between his legs. He carded the soft hair to soothe.
"J.B.?"
"Yes, baby?" His eyes felt heavy, the events of the night finally starting to wear on him.
"Make love to me."
*~*
Paul's eyes snapped open. Kyle's emotions swamped him. They had always been able to sense each other when they were afraid or in danger. Kyle was furious, his anger white hot in Paul's mind and heart.
He tried to sit up but Sal's arms hugged him tighter. It made him smile; he was able to sleep in his master's arms, even if things were not resolved. He pushed at the wide, warm chest.
"Sal," Blue eyes blinked slowly. "Sal, wake up, please."
The man sat up, drawing Paul onto his lap. He nuzzled against the sensitive skin of his neck and asked sleepily, "What is it, beautiful?"
"Something is wrong with Kyle, I need to find him. I need to get to him." Paul squirmed out of Sal's lap, hurrying out of the suite.
Sal was hot on his heels. "Wait, beautiful, do you know where he is?"
Paul's chest seized as he got into the lift. Sal's expression was worried as he pushed the basement button.
"Beautiful, Paul, there is something that you need to know."
Paul ignored him. The doors opened. The first thing he saw was his brother crying in Texas' arms. But he gave it little thought. He was where Texas trained him in the beginning. He knew the training room, the small apartment, the large bathroom with its shower big enough to hold an army. Memories overwhelmed him.
The light in the training room was on. He moved toward it like a beacon. Sal tried to stop him but he shrugged off the restraining hand. He had not heard of Texas taking on another slave besides Kyle. He knew what these rooms were used for; a slave was being trained to become Texas' whore.
He stood in the doorway, the smell of blood and urine burned his nose. The boy hung suspended from the hook, his body bloody and beaten. The dark head lifted and could make out green eyes barely.
There was something familiar about the boy.
His stomach dropped and his mind howled, "No!"
He was standing face to face with the boy that Sal had fucked while he had been captured and tortured. The boy was standing in the same place he had occupied when he gave himself to Texas' service.
The room spun and he could hear Sal's cry of "Paul!" But it sounded so far away. Everything went dark.