Texas III part 23
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. 1,900
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
A/N: A 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.
"Please," the man sniveled and dropped to his knees.
Texas cocked his head to the side and waited.
"Please, I did not know what they were doing. It was money, good money." The man had a weak chin and snot dripping down his nose.
Texas met Sal's gaze with a lift of his brow.
"We paid you good money, too, you little prick," Sal snarled. "Who kept your ass out of jail and the feds off your back? This is how you repay us?"
"Please, Texas, I beg…" The voice was silenced and the man slumped back. His look of surprise was augmented by the bullet hole between his eyes.
They turned in tandem, leaving the blood to run in the street.
"Pitiful," Texas snarled.
Sal waited to see if the reprimand was directed at him or the situation in general. It never came. They kept to the shadows and listened to sound of on coming sirens.
"We are getting no closer," Texas snapped. He jerked out his cell phone. "Eddison," his voice was a growl. Sal also could not tell if the evidence that Nick had collected had bore any fruit. Texas’ face was an implacable mask. He snapped the phone shut. “We have a lead.”
Across town near the border of the old interstate stood a broken down warehouse, Phoenix Alvarez was waiting. Sal could see the smug upturn of his thin lips.
“We have one.”
Texas paused. He looked to the warehouse with narrowed eyes.
“Stay here.” He lifted a hand when Sal, Phoenix, and Bear protested. “That’s an order.”
Sal waited until Texas’ silhouette disappeared. When he made a move forward, Phoenix grabbed his arm.
“Are you a fool?” He hissed.
Taking his gun from its holster, Sal stared down the territory leader. When Phoenix reluctantly let him go, he hurried after Texas. He could hear Phoenix remark to Bear, “Why the fuck does he get to disobey orders?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Bear replied and caused Sal to smile as darkness enveloped him.
No, not many knew the full extent of his and Texas’ relationship. He strained to hear the inner sanctum of the warehouse. When loose gravel skittered under his feet, Sal held his breath, cursing himself.
Wicked, maniacal female laughter wafted through the air. It turned his guts. He knew that sound all too well. Squeezing his eyes shut, memories swamped him.
*~*
“You will stay here,” the elder Alonzo thundered. “Until I know that you can perform as expected, you will not shame me.”
Sal flushed furiously as his father turned his back and stalked away. Traviata laughed lowly. When he turned to return to his room, he saw stars from the blow to his face. His mother’s hysterical laughter made his stomach churn.
“I told you, your father sees through you. Little fairy, he should have castrated you and made you into a woman, your sister has more spine than you.”
Salvatore shook his head; he refused to meet the disdainful glare of the woman who brought him into the world. He knew better. She spat in his face. Taking the silk handkerchief from his pocked he wiped it away. And walked away, keeping his back to their taunts and belittling remarks. He would show them all.
*~*
“I thought I told you to stay,” Texas’ warm breath ghosted over his ear making him shiver.
The strong arm went about his waist and pulled him back against the broad chest. In a moment of vulnerability, Sal leaned into Texas.
“We’ve got her.” Texas murmured, “She will not walk away from here.”
Sal was surprised when Texas pressed his lips against the side of his neck. “Is it Georgia?”
As if in answer the crazy laughter pealed out once more, “Come out, come out vere ever you are?”
Sal turned to Texas. The look of anticipation on Texas’ face made him grin. Kyle was going to be ridden hard. A bolt struck through him. His boy would be waiting as well. He leaned in and kissed him quickly. “Let’s get the bitch.”
Time had honed a bond between them, Sal thought as they circled and trapped Helena Galinkova. When he got a good look at her, she was pretty sad.
“This is the threat of the Russian mafia?” He asked incredulously.
She was a thin blonde woman dressed in stereotypical fetish dominatrix leather. She kept spitting and laughing. Texas rolled his eyes and used the butt of his pistol to take her down.
“And I thought your bitch of a sister was a nutcase.”
Texas growled, “Watch it, old friend, we came from similar circumstances.” The syndicate boss looked down at the woman at his feet and frowned.
Sal was pulling out his phone to bring in reinforcements but the frown made him pause, “What is it?”
“That was too easy.”
Dread filled him; they both reached for their cell phones and began barking out orders.
*~*
They were bored. Kyle stared off into space and Paul could not make heads or tails of the game board. Why his twin thought he could learn chess was beyond him. Kyle moved restlessly once more.
He knew what they used to do on their own to wile away long, empty hours. But there was Alex to consider.
“I’m going to fuck my brother do you want to join in?” He blurted.
Kyle’s fingers faltered, knocking over chess pieces. His purple eyes were wide with surprise. Alex grinned and shook his head.
“No, my Night, if you are otherwise indisposed, I’m going to go find J.B.” With that, the little golden boy kissed his forehead and departed.
Paul looked to his twin. The mirror image was marred with a frown. Paul ducked his head, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
A small hand grasped his own and pulled him to his feet. With a toss off pale blonde hair, Kyle led him to the bedroom. When Paul went to strip, those hands stopped him.
The lifted brow was question enough.
Paul shrugged his shoulders and dropped his hands. “Because we have not been together in ages and I’m bored.”
The mobile hands motioned for more.
Paul’s fingers wrapped around his chain, “Because I’m afraid he won’t come home and you are the last person who loves me.”
A small fist thumped against his chest. He met his brother’s gaze. Kyle was still but his eyes were serious.
“You think they will make it back?”
A lift of the slender shoulder was simple enough, ‘they always do.’
With a small smile, Paul replied, “Yeah they do.” He looked up and took his brother by the hips and drew him in. Kissing his lips, he asked again quietly, “You don’t want to?”
Kyle nodded. They undressed separately and lay beside each other. Paul thought of the wonderful gift that Sal had shared with him and looked to his brother. Cupping the slender stalk in his hand, he murmured, “Why do you never fuck me?”
His brother’s body went still under his hands. His chin was lifted so Kyle could look him in the eye. His hand was pushed away and Kyle sat up, hugging his arms about his knees. Paul sat crossed legged and ran his hand through the long blonde hair.
“Have you ever topped during sex?”
Surprise flooded him when Kyle nodded and ducked his head. Mirroring the move, he lifted his brother’s chin. “When?”
A frown puckered Kyle’s forehead, he turned his hands over and over.
“A long time ago?”
A nod.
“But who, I was with you all the time.”
A quick shake, Kyle bit his lip and looked around. He took the paper and pencil from the nightstand. In simple script he wrote.
~It was a girl.
Paul drew back as if he had been slapped. “Really?” He wrinkled his nose, “Did you like it?”
The hand flattened out and moved from side to side. Then the pencil scratched once more.
~It was not good or bad. I just do not like being the one in control.
Paul read over the words slowly. He reached out and cupped the back of his brother’s neck and drew him into a kiss.
“I never thought of it that way.” Hugging his brother close, he rubbed his lips against the soft hair, “But then again, I never gave up control until I met Texas.”
Kyle’s fingers trailed over his chain causing Paul to shiver. “I never wanted to give up everything to Texas, but with Sal.” He sighed, “I like knowing that we are building our trust again. I like knowing that when I am in his arms, he can do anything, take me further than I ever thought I could go, and still be me when it is over.”
The soft hair rubbed his chin as Kyle nodded once more, “It never was that way with Texas. He broke me apart, remade me, until I was no longer me.” The tension in his brother’s shoulders was soothed with a kiss, “He never did that to you. Maybe I needed it,” he paused and licked his dry lips, “So that I was ready to be Sal’s.”
In the end he did not fuck his brother. Paul kissed and touched every part the mirror image body. Not so mirror imaged any more, he thought ruefully, kissing the tattoo and running his hands over unscarred skin. With his lips and fingers he brought Kyle to a shuddering climax.
When Kyle reached for him with a sleepy smile and lazy lidded eyes, Paul kissed him once more. “Sleep, it makes the time pass quickly.”
He shrugged on jeans and a t-shirt. He needed closure. He rode the lift down into the dark basement. The stale smell of sweat and piss assaulted his nose. Squaring his shoulders, walked into the training room and flipped on the light.
A painful hiss made him look into the cage. He cocked his head to the side. He had been known as Texas’ slut Puppy and yet the mob boss had never caged him like an animal.
Tucking his hands into his pockets, he met the wary green gaze. “Why?”
The boy licked his dry lips and shrugged. He winced as the movement pulled on the abused skin, “Why not?”
Paul waited.
“I did not know you.” Max replied, “I was in it for a fuck and a meal. I was paid well. I did not have to scrounge in the gutters anymore. What would you have done?”
Paul’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
Max moved, shifting his caged limbs. “You were no better than me. You whored yourself for your brother, how am I any different than you?”
Paul stared forward, unseeing. In his mind were all the faceless men, the pain, the blood, being fucked raw, so that Kyle was safe. It changed when Sal saved him. Sal made him more. Sal loved him.
Pity swamped him. “I can do nothing for you.”
With a snide snort, Max looked away, “Like you would.”
Paul crouched down and met the other boy face to face, “I forgive you.” And with that he turned and hurried away from the shouting and indignant curses. He left the room in darkness and huddled into the lift.
He was walking away from his past into his future with Sal.
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. 1,900
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
A/N: A 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.
"Please," the man sniveled and dropped to his knees.
Texas cocked his head to the side and waited.
"Please, I did not know what they were doing. It was money, good money." The man had a weak chin and snot dripping down his nose.
Texas met Sal's gaze with a lift of his brow.
"We paid you good money, too, you little prick," Sal snarled. "Who kept your ass out of jail and the feds off your back? This is how you repay us?"
"Please, Texas, I beg…" The voice was silenced and the man slumped back. His look of surprise was augmented by the bullet hole between his eyes.
They turned in tandem, leaving the blood to run in the street.
"Pitiful," Texas snarled.
Sal waited to see if the reprimand was directed at him or the situation in general. It never came. They kept to the shadows and listened to sound of on coming sirens.
"We are getting no closer," Texas snapped. He jerked out his cell phone. "Eddison," his voice was a growl. Sal also could not tell if the evidence that Nick had collected had bore any fruit. Texas’ face was an implacable mask. He snapped the phone shut. “We have a lead.”
Across town near the border of the old interstate stood a broken down warehouse, Phoenix Alvarez was waiting. Sal could see the smug upturn of his thin lips.
“We have one.”
Texas paused. He looked to the warehouse with narrowed eyes.
“Stay here.” He lifted a hand when Sal, Phoenix, and Bear protested. “That’s an order.”
Sal waited until Texas’ silhouette disappeared. When he made a move forward, Phoenix grabbed his arm.
“Are you a fool?” He hissed.
Taking his gun from its holster, Sal stared down the territory leader. When Phoenix reluctantly let him go, he hurried after Texas. He could hear Phoenix remark to Bear, “Why the fuck does he get to disobey orders?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Bear replied and caused Sal to smile as darkness enveloped him.
No, not many knew the full extent of his and Texas’ relationship. He strained to hear the inner sanctum of the warehouse. When loose gravel skittered under his feet, Sal held his breath, cursing himself.
Wicked, maniacal female laughter wafted through the air. It turned his guts. He knew that sound all too well. Squeezing his eyes shut, memories swamped him.
*~*
“You will stay here,” the elder Alonzo thundered. “Until I know that you can perform as expected, you will not shame me.”
Sal flushed furiously as his father turned his back and stalked away. Traviata laughed lowly. When he turned to return to his room, he saw stars from the blow to his face. His mother’s hysterical laughter made his stomach churn.
“I told you, your father sees through you. Little fairy, he should have castrated you and made you into a woman, your sister has more spine than you.”
Salvatore shook his head; he refused to meet the disdainful glare of the woman who brought him into the world. He knew better. She spat in his face. Taking the silk handkerchief from his pocked he wiped it away. And walked away, keeping his back to their taunts and belittling remarks. He would show them all.
*~*
“I thought I told you to stay,” Texas’ warm breath ghosted over his ear making him shiver.
The strong arm went about his waist and pulled him back against the broad chest. In a moment of vulnerability, Sal leaned into Texas.
“We’ve got her.” Texas murmured, “She will not walk away from here.”
Sal was surprised when Texas pressed his lips against the side of his neck. “Is it Georgia?”
As if in answer the crazy laughter pealed out once more, “Come out, come out vere ever you are?”
Sal turned to Texas. The look of anticipation on Texas’ face made him grin. Kyle was going to be ridden hard. A bolt struck through him. His boy would be waiting as well. He leaned in and kissed him quickly. “Let’s get the bitch.”
Time had honed a bond between them, Sal thought as they circled and trapped Helena Galinkova. When he got a good look at her, she was pretty sad.
“This is the threat of the Russian mafia?” He asked incredulously.
She was a thin blonde woman dressed in stereotypical fetish dominatrix leather. She kept spitting and laughing. Texas rolled his eyes and used the butt of his pistol to take her down.
“And I thought your bitch of a sister was a nutcase.”
Texas growled, “Watch it, old friend, we came from similar circumstances.” The syndicate boss looked down at the woman at his feet and frowned.
Sal was pulling out his phone to bring in reinforcements but the frown made him pause, “What is it?”
“That was too easy.”
Dread filled him; they both reached for their cell phones and began barking out orders.
*~*
They were bored. Kyle stared off into space and Paul could not make heads or tails of the game board. Why his twin thought he could learn chess was beyond him. Kyle moved restlessly once more.
He knew what they used to do on their own to wile away long, empty hours. But there was Alex to consider.
“I’m going to fuck my brother do you want to join in?” He blurted.
Kyle’s fingers faltered, knocking over chess pieces. His purple eyes were wide with surprise. Alex grinned and shook his head.
“No, my Night, if you are otherwise indisposed, I’m going to go find J.B.” With that, the little golden boy kissed his forehead and departed.
Paul looked to his twin. The mirror image was marred with a frown. Paul ducked his head, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
A small hand grasped his own and pulled him to his feet. With a toss off pale blonde hair, Kyle led him to the bedroom. When Paul went to strip, those hands stopped him.
The lifted brow was question enough.
Paul shrugged his shoulders and dropped his hands. “Because we have not been together in ages and I’m bored.”
The mobile hands motioned for more.
Paul’s fingers wrapped around his chain, “Because I’m afraid he won’t come home and you are the last person who loves me.”
A small fist thumped against his chest. He met his brother’s gaze. Kyle was still but his eyes were serious.
“You think they will make it back?”
A lift of the slender shoulder was simple enough, ‘they always do.’
With a small smile, Paul replied, “Yeah they do.” He looked up and took his brother by the hips and drew him in. Kissing his lips, he asked again quietly, “You don’t want to?”
Kyle nodded. They undressed separately and lay beside each other. Paul thought of the wonderful gift that Sal had shared with him and looked to his brother. Cupping the slender stalk in his hand, he murmured, “Why do you never fuck me?”
His brother’s body went still under his hands. His chin was lifted so Kyle could look him in the eye. His hand was pushed away and Kyle sat up, hugging his arms about his knees. Paul sat crossed legged and ran his hand through the long blonde hair.
“Have you ever topped during sex?”
Surprise flooded him when Kyle nodded and ducked his head. Mirroring the move, he lifted his brother’s chin. “When?”
A frown puckered Kyle’s forehead, he turned his hands over and over.
“A long time ago?”
A nod.
“But who, I was with you all the time.”
A quick shake, Kyle bit his lip and looked around. He took the paper and pencil from the nightstand. In simple script he wrote.
~It was a girl.
Paul drew back as if he had been slapped. “Really?” He wrinkled his nose, “Did you like it?”
The hand flattened out and moved from side to side. Then the pencil scratched once more.
~It was not good or bad. I just do not like being the one in control.
Paul read over the words slowly. He reached out and cupped the back of his brother’s neck and drew him into a kiss.
“I never thought of it that way.” Hugging his brother close, he rubbed his lips against the soft hair, “But then again, I never gave up control until I met Texas.”
Kyle’s fingers trailed over his chain causing Paul to shiver. “I never wanted to give up everything to Texas, but with Sal.” He sighed, “I like knowing that we are building our trust again. I like knowing that when I am in his arms, he can do anything, take me further than I ever thought I could go, and still be me when it is over.”
The soft hair rubbed his chin as Kyle nodded once more, “It never was that way with Texas. He broke me apart, remade me, until I was no longer me.” The tension in his brother’s shoulders was soothed with a kiss, “He never did that to you. Maybe I needed it,” he paused and licked his dry lips, “So that I was ready to be Sal’s.”
In the end he did not fuck his brother. Paul kissed and touched every part the mirror image body. Not so mirror imaged any more, he thought ruefully, kissing the tattoo and running his hands over unscarred skin. With his lips and fingers he brought Kyle to a shuddering climax.
When Kyle reached for him with a sleepy smile and lazy lidded eyes, Paul kissed him once more. “Sleep, it makes the time pass quickly.”
He shrugged on jeans and a t-shirt. He needed closure. He rode the lift down into the dark basement. The stale smell of sweat and piss assaulted his nose. Squaring his shoulders, walked into the training room and flipped on the light.
A painful hiss made him look into the cage. He cocked his head to the side. He had been known as Texas’ slut Puppy and yet the mob boss had never caged him like an animal.
Tucking his hands into his pockets, he met the wary green gaze. “Why?”
The boy licked his dry lips and shrugged. He winced as the movement pulled on the abused skin, “Why not?”
Paul waited.
“I did not know you.” Max replied, “I was in it for a fuck and a meal. I was paid well. I did not have to scrounge in the gutters anymore. What would you have done?”
Paul’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
Max moved, shifting his caged limbs. “You were no better than me. You whored yourself for your brother, how am I any different than you?”
Paul stared forward, unseeing. In his mind were all the faceless men, the pain, the blood, being fucked raw, so that Kyle was safe. It changed when Sal saved him. Sal made him more. Sal loved him.
Pity swamped him. “I can do nothing for you.”
With a snide snort, Max looked away, “Like you would.”
Paul crouched down and met the other boy face to face, “I forgive you.” And with that he turned and hurried away from the shouting and indignant curses. He left the room in darkness and huddled into the lift.
He was walking away from his past into his future with Sal.