Texas II part 13a
I decided to be somewhat nice and not leave ya'll hanging over night. This is fairly short. I should be able to get one more update in before I go to bed. RL however is nipping at my heels at the moment. Husband and children want to be fed...go figure. *snickers*
*bats innocent eyelashes* Enjoy!
Title: Texas II (or until I can come up with something better)
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
He did not know what was going on. The dark haired man he knew. That was Texas. It inspired a spark of recognition just as the word beautiful from the voice that had haunted him made him utter, “Sal.”
He kept expecting the blow for that impertinence but it never came. Feeling bold, he wrapped his arms around his angel. He blinked as the dark haired man continued to speak to him.
“Paul,” Texas tried to be comforting when all he wanted to do was snap orders and expect complete obedience. The boy was just staring at him. The younger kid whimpered and turned into Paul’s arms.
Bear stepped up to his side and Texas nodded.
“He’s at the hospital. He’s lost of lot of blood but if they can keep him stabilized through the night; they are expecting a full recovery.”
“Vendetti and his bitch?”
“Gone,” To Bear’s credit, he did not flinch at Texas’ snarl.
“The authorities?”
“Taken care of.”
They heard a cruel, slightly deranged laugh. Texas turned to see the battered girl with blood streaming from her stomach.
Texas stood over the pitiful form. She was going to die, she had lost too much blood.
“You’ll get yours, you bastard.” She spit blood. “The mighty Texas will fall.”
“Do I know you?” He asked quietly.
“No, but you ruined my life,” She replied and whimpered. “You took my mistress from me.”
“Your mistress left you to die.”
“NO!” She coughed and more blood splattered. “My mistress, your sister,” She slumped, her vacant eyes staring.
Texas wanted destruction and he would have it.
*~*
Kyle turned at the turning of the knob. Blood drained from his face as his master carried his brother in his arms. He barely registered the fact that Bear also carried a boy. He was across the room like a shot.
“Kitten, wait,” Texas started but Kyle paid no heed. He was grasping at his brother, reveling at the warm flesh. Texas had no choice but to set the boy on his feet.
Kyle placed his hands on Paul’s face. His brother had changed so much. He slid his arms around the narrow shoulders and pulled him close. Paul’s arms hung loosely at his sides.
He pulled back warily. Paul had not moved, had not shown any reaction. Paul blinked at him and then turned. The boy in Bear’s arms struggled and was released. The kid flew into his brother’s arms.
“Why don’t we get you two settled,” Texas said gruffly pulling his resistant Kitten into his arms. “You boys need rest and we’ll talk soon.”
Kyle stood by the fireplace and waited with a frown. His communication device dug grooves into his palm.
Seeing his master reappear, his fingers danced over the keypad only to have Texas take it from his hands.
“Kitten, I don’t have answers for you yet. He’s been abused, physically and mentally. He also saw Alonzo shot before his eyes.”
Kyle’s mouth dropped open and he grabbed Texas’ hand.
“He’s not dead but in the hospital. We’ll get to the bottom of this I promise, but it is going to take time and patience.” Texas’ shoulders shrugged restlessly. “I’m going to need your help so I won’t fuck this up.”
Tears pricked Kyle’s eyes. He burrowed into his master as he was lifted and held.
*~*
He was in pain. Such agonizing, searing, red hot pain. His eyes fluttered open and took in the sounds and smells of the hospital. Pain was good. He was not dead.
He looked up and saw dark eyes. He must be dreaming. It was Paul.
“You really are a dumb shit.” Okay not Paul.
Texas.
*bats innocent eyelashes* Enjoy!
Title: Texas II (or until I can come up with something better)
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
He did not know what was going on. The dark haired man he knew. That was Texas. It inspired a spark of recognition just as the word beautiful from the voice that had haunted him made him utter, “Sal.”
He kept expecting the blow for that impertinence but it never came. Feeling bold, he wrapped his arms around his angel. He blinked as the dark haired man continued to speak to him.
“Paul,” Texas tried to be comforting when all he wanted to do was snap orders and expect complete obedience. The boy was just staring at him. The younger kid whimpered and turned into Paul’s arms.
Bear stepped up to his side and Texas nodded.
“He’s at the hospital. He’s lost of lot of blood but if they can keep him stabilized through the night; they are expecting a full recovery.”
“Vendetti and his bitch?”
“Gone,” To Bear’s credit, he did not flinch at Texas’ snarl.
“The authorities?”
“Taken care of.”
They heard a cruel, slightly deranged laugh. Texas turned to see the battered girl with blood streaming from her stomach.
Texas stood over the pitiful form. She was going to die, she had lost too much blood.
“You’ll get yours, you bastard.” She spit blood. “The mighty Texas will fall.”
“Do I know you?” He asked quietly.
“No, but you ruined my life,” She replied and whimpered. “You took my mistress from me.”
“Your mistress left you to die.”
“NO!” She coughed and more blood splattered. “My mistress, your sister,” She slumped, her vacant eyes staring.
Texas wanted destruction and he would have it.
*~*
Kyle turned at the turning of the knob. Blood drained from his face as his master carried his brother in his arms. He barely registered the fact that Bear also carried a boy. He was across the room like a shot.
“Kitten, wait,” Texas started but Kyle paid no heed. He was grasping at his brother, reveling at the warm flesh. Texas had no choice but to set the boy on his feet.
Kyle placed his hands on Paul’s face. His brother had changed so much. He slid his arms around the narrow shoulders and pulled him close. Paul’s arms hung loosely at his sides.
He pulled back warily. Paul had not moved, had not shown any reaction. Paul blinked at him and then turned. The boy in Bear’s arms struggled and was released. The kid flew into his brother’s arms.
“Why don’t we get you two settled,” Texas said gruffly pulling his resistant Kitten into his arms. “You boys need rest and we’ll talk soon.”
Kyle stood by the fireplace and waited with a frown. His communication device dug grooves into his palm.
Seeing his master reappear, his fingers danced over the keypad only to have Texas take it from his hands.
“Kitten, I don’t have answers for you yet. He’s been abused, physically and mentally. He also saw Alonzo shot before his eyes.”
Kyle’s mouth dropped open and he grabbed Texas’ hand.
“He’s not dead but in the hospital. We’ll get to the bottom of this I promise, but it is going to take time and patience.” Texas’ shoulders shrugged restlessly. “I’m going to need your help so I won’t fuck this up.”
Tears pricked Kyle’s eyes. He burrowed into his master as he was lifted and held.
*~*
He was in pain. Such agonizing, searing, red hot pain. His eyes fluttered open and took in the sounds and smells of the hospital. Pain was good. He was not dead.
He looked up and saw dark eyes. He must be dreaming. It was Paul.
“You really are a dumb shit.” Okay not Paul.
Texas.