Texas III part 26
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, bondage, dubious consent, accepted slavery, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 1,400
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Beta: jayfray18
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.
Phoenix sat on the edge of the bed. Max had finally succumbed to exhaustion, curled into a ball. His battered body had been tended to under his careful touch even if the ungrateful brat didn’t realize it yet. The fire in the guarded green depth called to Phoenix. He wanted to find what it took to make the boy break, to lean into his touch, and to give himself up.
And he had to convince Texas not to kill the kid or make him into a whore. Everyone in the territories knew the former Puppy’s story. And to see the strong slender youth standing at Alonzo’s side made Phoenix’s gut clench. Max had that same inner strength.
Yeah, he fucked up and fell into the wrong group of people. Because really, who went up against Texas’ stronghold, his inner sanctum and lived to tell the tale. Max did and it would be awhile yet before he turned his back on him. Phoenix knew he would get his throat slit and the boy wouldn’t even blink.
Moving the lax limbs, he shackled Max to the bed in the training room by his wrists. He knew he should shove him back into the cage but Phoenix’s possessive nature purred at the sight. Max belonged in his bed.
He showered off quickly. The territorial confab was well and truly over. He would see if anyone lingered to get the gossip. He felt smug at helping bring in one part of the boy snatching ring. Texas’ sister remained at large. If she was anything like Texas, she was very dangerous.
The quietness of the complex was not unexpected, but unnatural. Phoenix drew his gun. The strike at Carnegie’s still weighed on every territory lord and soldier within Texas’ syndicate.
Finding Bear lying in a pool of blood had Phoenix snarling. He checked and the man still lived, barely. The pulse was thready and weak. He tried to grasp Phoenix’s wrist but his fingers twitched uselessly.
Phoenix knew before the word slipped from bloodied lips.
“Georgia.”
*~*
“We are going to have to clean house,” Sal said seriously. The traitor had been dispatched with a bullet between his eyes. He hadn’t been very forthcoming and Texas hadn’t been very patient.
Texas’ stared out over the city with his hand in Kyle’s hair. Sal pushed on, with Paul curled in his lap. “Like a witch hunt, a test of loyalty or a swim in the river with cement shoes.”
Still Texas remained quiet.
The hairs on Sal’s neck lifted and Paul tensed in his lap.
The quiet clicking of a gun had Brooks moving but too slow. The bullet pierced his shoulder, the sound deafening, and the smoke acrid. Texas and Sal reacted simultaneously, putting their bodies between their slaves and the threat.
She was different. The last time Sal had seen her, she was fighting the brothel owner who had taken possession of her. She had been full of fire and anger.
Georgia Donovan was diminished. Her body thin, her face a mass of jagged scars. It wasn’t the guns trained on them that bothered Sal. It was good week when there wasn’t one waved in his face. It was the vest wrapped in explosives and the unholy gleam in her eyes.
“My indestructible brother,” Her grin revealed missing teeth. “The master of all he surveys.” She tsked, wagging the pistols back and forth. “But still so weak.”
Texas’ face was set in stone, revealing nothing. Sal could see the dangerous anger in the flared nostrils.
“Daddy always said you were more of a pussy than a man.” She laughed manically, the giggle of the insane. “You should have learned at his knee, boy. Never expose your weakness.” Her lips puckered, “Here, kitty, kitty.”
Texas’ kept his hand on Kyle’s shoulder and brought him to his side. She nodded, “And the little rent bitch himself.”
It killed Sal’s soul but he followed Texas’ example. Paul trembled beneath his hand but the stare never wavered. Paul’s chin was up, a smirk at the corner of his lips, and despite their situation, Sal felt a surge of pride.
She cackled, using the barrel of the pistol to twirl stringy red hair, “Pathetic. They say the slaves hold the power. Never did when I owned them, made them cry, made them scream, made them die.” Her eyes darkened, “And then my loving brother takes my power away, sells me, makes me…submit,” the word was spat, spittle glistening on her chin.
“Don’t have the power when they rip, they cut, they bleed you inside and out, that’s not power.” She waved the gun, “Power is gun, blade, and blood.”
Texas’ yawned widely. It rendered Georgia momentarily speechless. “Are you done?”
Sal felt a surge panic; she shoved a pistol into her waistband. A detonator appeared in her twitchy fist.
“Not so smart to fuck with me now, brother dearest,” she snarled. “I will watch you die.”
“You won’t have time.” Texas responded drolly.
“Then you will die and your empire will burn.” She thumbed the button. Then she raised the gun. The barrel was pointed at Kyle. The boy’s expression was as stoic as his master’s, “Starting with your sweet little pussy.”
*~*
J.B. held Alex close. He knew it was selfish. He was afraid if he let go, he would lose the boy. He would follow her and walk out of his life.
“J.B.” The sweet quiet voice made him look down. Golden eyes were soft. “Kiss me, please.”
Sweet slide of lips and tongue, J.B. groaned and lifted him up so that they were eye level. The small hands cupped his face. “I’m yours.”
“Mine?”
Alex smiled, “Yours.”
J.B. looked over at Frank. Her face was placid but he could see the wretched loneliness in the deadened eyes. He felt sympathetic but not enough to let Alex go. It was the life, within the syndicates where only the strongest survived. She wasn’t strong enough to fight for a place within Texas’ empire. To tarry would mean her death; it was a rare moment of reprieve. Texas normally did not let anyone go.
“You shouldn’t have any problems;” J.B. said seriously, “Word hasn’t spread. Keep your head down and get the hell out of dodge.”
She nodded. Frank reached out for Alex and it was all he could do to keep from growling. Alex’s fingers tightened on his nape as he leaned into her touch. “Be safe, my lady,” his gentle boy whispered.
Frank disappeared into the night. She did not look back.
J.B. dropped Alex to his feet gently. Hugging him close, J.B. realized the heavy weight of doubt was gone. Alex did not leave him and no matter the war, J.B.’s little world settled.
“So we have some decisions to make,” J.B. began quietly. Alex did not look up but his fingers twined with J.B.’s. “Paul will be my responsibility until Sal releases me.”
“I don’t think he will,” Alex replied, “Master Alonso understands Night, his needs, his need to be independent within his bonds of slavery.”
J.B. chuckled self-consciously, “I have a lot to learn.”
“Yes,” Alex agreed with a small smile when he tipped his head up. “But if you would grant me one wish.”
“Anything,” J.B. couldn’t help but smile back.
“No matter their troubles, please train with Master Alonso.”
J.B. chuckled, “Not Texas?”
Alex blanched. J.B. scooped him up once more, enjoying the feeling of the slender limbs wrapping about him.
“So,” he continued, pressing a kiss against the soft golden hair, “Paul will undoubtedly move into Sal’s penthouse once more, which will leave the apartment. And I will be called in when Paul is away from Alonzo. Brooks will guard them both when they are together.”
“Could we move closer?” Alex asked quietly.
“Sure, probably in the same building if we asked.”
“Not like my Night,” Alex’s voice sounded small and unsure, “Don’t want to be strong, just want to take care of you and your needs.”
A dark sense of pleasure curled through J.B. No, he didn’t have to hurt his gentle boy but he was beginning to understand just a portion of what it felt like, the need to dominate, to see Alex kneeling at his feet.
“We’ll work it out,” He promised hoarsely.
The world shook and turned upside down. J.B.’s only thought was to protect Alex from danger, taking the brunt of the fall, covering him with his body. Ears ringing, sirens wailing, they sat up slowly.
J.B. felt his stomach drop. Alex was looking back and forth from the sight of the destruction to J.B.
“What is it?” Soot smudged his face, his voice barely above a whisper.
“That was Texas’ complex.”
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, bondage, dubious consent, accepted slavery, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 1,400
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Beta: jayfray18
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.
Phoenix sat on the edge of the bed. Max had finally succumbed to exhaustion, curled into a ball. His battered body had been tended to under his careful touch even if the ungrateful brat didn’t realize it yet. The fire in the guarded green depth called to Phoenix. He wanted to find what it took to make the boy break, to lean into his touch, and to give himself up.
And he had to convince Texas not to kill the kid or make him into a whore. Everyone in the territories knew the former Puppy’s story. And to see the strong slender youth standing at Alonzo’s side made Phoenix’s gut clench. Max had that same inner strength.
Yeah, he fucked up and fell into the wrong group of people. Because really, who went up against Texas’ stronghold, his inner sanctum and lived to tell the tale. Max did and it would be awhile yet before he turned his back on him. Phoenix knew he would get his throat slit and the boy wouldn’t even blink.
Moving the lax limbs, he shackled Max to the bed in the training room by his wrists. He knew he should shove him back into the cage but Phoenix’s possessive nature purred at the sight. Max belonged in his bed.
He showered off quickly. The territorial confab was well and truly over. He would see if anyone lingered to get the gossip. He felt smug at helping bring in one part of the boy snatching ring. Texas’ sister remained at large. If she was anything like Texas, she was very dangerous.
The quietness of the complex was not unexpected, but unnatural. Phoenix drew his gun. The strike at Carnegie’s still weighed on every territory lord and soldier within Texas’ syndicate.
Finding Bear lying in a pool of blood had Phoenix snarling. He checked and the man still lived, barely. The pulse was thready and weak. He tried to grasp Phoenix’s wrist but his fingers twitched uselessly.
Phoenix knew before the word slipped from bloodied lips.
“Georgia.”
*~*
“We are going to have to clean house,” Sal said seriously. The traitor had been dispatched with a bullet between his eyes. He hadn’t been very forthcoming and Texas hadn’t been very patient.
Texas’ stared out over the city with his hand in Kyle’s hair. Sal pushed on, with Paul curled in his lap. “Like a witch hunt, a test of loyalty or a swim in the river with cement shoes.”
Still Texas remained quiet.
The hairs on Sal’s neck lifted and Paul tensed in his lap.
The quiet clicking of a gun had Brooks moving but too slow. The bullet pierced his shoulder, the sound deafening, and the smoke acrid. Texas and Sal reacted simultaneously, putting their bodies between their slaves and the threat.
She was different. The last time Sal had seen her, she was fighting the brothel owner who had taken possession of her. She had been full of fire and anger.
Georgia Donovan was diminished. Her body thin, her face a mass of jagged scars. It wasn’t the guns trained on them that bothered Sal. It was good week when there wasn’t one waved in his face. It was the vest wrapped in explosives and the unholy gleam in her eyes.
“My indestructible brother,” Her grin revealed missing teeth. “The master of all he surveys.” She tsked, wagging the pistols back and forth. “But still so weak.”
Texas’ face was set in stone, revealing nothing. Sal could see the dangerous anger in the flared nostrils.
“Daddy always said you were more of a pussy than a man.” She laughed manically, the giggle of the insane. “You should have learned at his knee, boy. Never expose your weakness.” Her lips puckered, “Here, kitty, kitty.”
Texas’ kept his hand on Kyle’s shoulder and brought him to his side. She nodded, “And the little rent bitch himself.”
It killed Sal’s soul but he followed Texas’ example. Paul trembled beneath his hand but the stare never wavered. Paul’s chin was up, a smirk at the corner of his lips, and despite their situation, Sal felt a surge of pride.
She cackled, using the barrel of the pistol to twirl stringy red hair, “Pathetic. They say the slaves hold the power. Never did when I owned them, made them cry, made them scream, made them die.” Her eyes darkened, “And then my loving brother takes my power away, sells me, makes me…submit,” the word was spat, spittle glistening on her chin.
“Don’t have the power when they rip, they cut, they bleed you inside and out, that’s not power.” She waved the gun, “Power is gun, blade, and blood.”
Texas’ yawned widely. It rendered Georgia momentarily speechless. “Are you done?”
Sal felt a surge panic; she shoved a pistol into her waistband. A detonator appeared in her twitchy fist.
“Not so smart to fuck with me now, brother dearest,” she snarled. “I will watch you die.”
“You won’t have time.” Texas responded drolly.
“Then you will die and your empire will burn.” She thumbed the button. Then she raised the gun. The barrel was pointed at Kyle. The boy’s expression was as stoic as his master’s, “Starting with your sweet little pussy.”
*~*
J.B. held Alex close. He knew it was selfish. He was afraid if he let go, he would lose the boy. He would follow her and walk out of his life.
“J.B.” The sweet quiet voice made him look down. Golden eyes were soft. “Kiss me, please.”
Sweet slide of lips and tongue, J.B. groaned and lifted him up so that they were eye level. The small hands cupped his face. “I’m yours.”
“Mine?”
Alex smiled, “Yours.”
J.B. looked over at Frank. Her face was placid but he could see the wretched loneliness in the deadened eyes. He felt sympathetic but not enough to let Alex go. It was the life, within the syndicates where only the strongest survived. She wasn’t strong enough to fight for a place within Texas’ empire. To tarry would mean her death; it was a rare moment of reprieve. Texas normally did not let anyone go.
“You shouldn’t have any problems;” J.B. said seriously, “Word hasn’t spread. Keep your head down and get the hell out of dodge.”
She nodded. Frank reached out for Alex and it was all he could do to keep from growling. Alex’s fingers tightened on his nape as he leaned into her touch. “Be safe, my lady,” his gentle boy whispered.
Frank disappeared into the night. She did not look back.
J.B. dropped Alex to his feet gently. Hugging him close, J.B. realized the heavy weight of doubt was gone. Alex did not leave him and no matter the war, J.B.’s little world settled.
“So we have some decisions to make,” J.B. began quietly. Alex did not look up but his fingers twined with J.B.’s. “Paul will be my responsibility until Sal releases me.”
“I don’t think he will,” Alex replied, “Master Alonso understands Night, his needs, his need to be independent within his bonds of slavery.”
J.B. chuckled self-consciously, “I have a lot to learn.”
“Yes,” Alex agreed with a small smile when he tipped his head up. “But if you would grant me one wish.”
“Anything,” J.B. couldn’t help but smile back.
“No matter their troubles, please train with Master Alonso.”
J.B. chuckled, “Not Texas?”
Alex blanched. J.B. scooped him up once more, enjoying the feeling of the slender limbs wrapping about him.
“So,” he continued, pressing a kiss against the soft golden hair, “Paul will undoubtedly move into Sal’s penthouse once more, which will leave the apartment. And I will be called in when Paul is away from Alonzo. Brooks will guard them both when they are together.”
“Could we move closer?” Alex asked quietly.
“Sure, probably in the same building if we asked.”
“Not like my Night,” Alex’s voice sounded small and unsure, “Don’t want to be strong, just want to take care of you and your needs.”
A dark sense of pleasure curled through J.B. No, he didn’t have to hurt his gentle boy but he was beginning to understand just a portion of what it felt like, the need to dominate, to see Alex kneeling at his feet.
“We’ll work it out,” He promised hoarsely.
The world shook and turned upside down. J.B.’s only thought was to protect Alex from danger, taking the brunt of the fall, covering him with his body. Ears ringing, sirens wailing, they sat up slowly.
J.B. felt his stomach drop. Alex was looking back and forth from the sight of the destruction to J.B.
“What is it?” Soot smudged his face, his voice barely above a whisper.
“That was Texas’ complex.”