Blood Vane

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If you had stood back and watched the life story of Seth Edwards and then been asked to describe it to some one else; inevitably the words, abused, neglected and lonely would have had to be used.

After all, the abuse and neglect were well documented. Having been born to a monster of a man and his fifteen year old whore of a wife and having been used by both since before he could even remember as a tool to procure the drugs that they were both addicted to; it would be hard for anyone to argue that the boy had suffered horribly.

If you want to control someone the first step is always isolation. Seth was never allowed to go to school for very long or to make any real friends. He had never even met any relatives besides his parents.

Malcolm Edwards, though uneducated, was a cruel and cunning man and he made sure they never stayed in one spot long enough for anyone to seriously start asking questions and aside from the one time he and Candy Edwards were arrested and Seth was taken from them for six months, he had had little trouble bullying and controlling both his wife and their only child.

Abused and neglected were definitely words you would have had to use to describe Seth….. You would have been wrong about lonely though.

The truth was that Seth was never lonely; not ever, because even though he had no friends and his family could only be described as a nightmare, Seth had always had Sonny.

As far as Seth knew Sonny had always been there. They had come into being on the same day, at the same time; and if there was memory before that, neither of them had access to it. For a long time Seth hadn’t even known that it was a strange thing to have more than one person occupying the same body with you. All he had known was that when things became too much, and his small mind and body were pushed beyond its limits; Sonny was there. Sonny took over, and he made the pain go away.

As he grew older and spent a lot of his time watching television, Seth came to realize that not everyone had a Sonny, just like not everyone was sold to strangers by their parents for drugs. After awhile, he just accepted it as yet another thing that marked him as different and separate from “normal” people. He was grateful that Sonny was there throughout his childhood.

The long blank spots in his memory seemed a small price to pay for the only real peace he had ever managed to find in his short miserable life.

As he grew older, and his body became better equipped to deal with the demands of his abusers; Sonny began to appear less often and when he did anger rolled off of him in waves. Mostly showing up when a client was particularly rough, or Seth felt as though he had reached his breaking point mentally; because that was when he would flee into his mind and escape. His double often reacted violently though, which got Seth into trouble and beaten. By the time he was a teenager Sonny’s rage had begun to scare Seth.

It was in late October of his fourteenth year that the inevitable finally happened. He had been entertaining a friend of his fathers when the fat bastard laughingly suggested that he would give Malcolm Edwards a weeks supply of heroin to watch Seth fuck his mother.

Candy Edwards hadn’t said a word before lying down on the bed and spreading her legs before her only son. Seth had just stood there stunned. His father had used him more times than he could count but despite being an abusive whore Candy had never touched him sexually. Hell, she had hardly ever touched him at all.

Dimly he had heard his father growling at him in the back ground to get on with it but Seth had just stood frozen until a hard slap by his dad forced him to move. Trembling Seth had crept up onto the bed.

It was Seth that moved to between Candy’s legs, but it was Sonny that crawled on top of his mother and began to thrust as the two men in the room laughed and jeered. It was Sonny that stared down into her dead eyes as he came. It was Sonny that gathered up what was left of Seth and staggered them both out of the room afterwards.

The months had passed afterwards as months are wont to do, it was February before he knew it.

It was a week before his birthday on Feb. 12th that his parents told him the joyful news. His mother,after being barren for fourteen years, was pregnant. Needless to say, Malcolm Edwards was tickled pink.

Needless to say, both Seth and Sonny were not.

His parents had, of course celebrated to an extreme level of unconsciousness after sharing their bliss.

Seth had stood over the two still forms passed out on the bed and he and Sonny had come to a mutual agreement. Seth had been the one to retrieve the drugs; the one to cook the lethal dose of heroin but it had been Sonny that bent and pumped the poison into both their veins and Sonny that doused their dead bodies in kerosene before striking a match and fleeing the house without ever looking back.

For two years after that they had been on their own. For two years Seth hadn’t needed Sonny to rescue him. However… with the instincts honed by a lifetime of watching over Seth, Sonny observed and waited.

It was Sonny that sensed the danger they were in as Peewee stood over Seth’s sleeping form. It was Sonny that caused their eyelids to flutter open to behold the ugly little man waiting to smother them with a pillow.

Sonny was seriously not amused; and Peewee never knew what hit him.

For it was Sonny that came up off of that bed like an avenging angel. It was Sonny that broke the guards nose with a swift and brutal knee to the face. It was Sonny that smiled as he watched the man go down with an anguished scream that soon froze in his throat. It was Sonny that made sure that the only noises heard after that were the ghastly, wet cracking sounds of a skull popping like an over ripe zit as he used a metal bed pan to beat Peewee’s brains in; and it was Sonny that viciously wrenched the other mans head so that his neck broke with a most satisfying “crack”.

It was Sonny that dropped Peewee’s body to the floor and stepped over it as though it were so much trash to lay back down in the bed splattered with blood and disappear like nothing had ever happened. Seth had continued to sleep peacefully throughout the whole ordeal.

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They were discussing marriage. More technically they were discussing why neither of them had ever felt the need to try it. A few drinks really can do wonders for a mans honesty. By this time they had had about five in rapid succession.

More than a little tipsy and in a much better mood, Alistair Boot grinned across his desk at his long time nemesis as he took yet another drink.

“Well,” Alistair slurred as seriously as possible, “in my case that would be because I just happen to be gay.”

Royal Pope feigned a moment of dramatic shock before grinning back at his favorite enemy, “Why Alistair!” he drawled, “I never would have thought that when you were humping my leg.”

Alistair choked on his whiskey, but then managed to stutter, “As I remember I wasn’t the only one guilty of leg humpage.”

Royal started to snigger, “Humpage?”

“Yes humpage,” Alistair couldn’t help smiling as he watched the big man giggle, “ definition: to hump… preferably in a drunken stupor with a tall, dark and handsome enemy.”

The judge took another long pull on his whiskey as a sudden heat twisted in his belly and decided that he might just have to overlook his host tendency to make up words. It was very good whiskey after all, plus Alistair could be quite funny when one was more than slightly inebriated and if pushed, even he would have to admit that Alistair Boot was an extremely attractive man. Royal took another gulp of his drink as their eyes met across the desk. As a matter of fact…. He seemed to be getting more attractive by the glass and he really hadn’t needed any help.

“No, you’re right, I was just as guilty of the… ummm.. humpage as you were.”

There went that nasty honesty again.

Alistair poured himself another drink then topped Royals off before sitting the bottle back on the desk and fixing the dark haired man with a sultry look. “You were so drunk, I bet you don’t even really remember what happened. Do you ever think about it?”

“Only every other thought.” Royal mumbled under his breathe. Out loud he said, “I remember you running away.”

Alistair chewed on his bottom lip. “I wasn’t the only one running.”

Royal nodded, “That’s true too.” He emptied his glass yet again. “I’ve always wondered why you did though. I mean; I knew why I did but I was curious as to your reasons.”

Alistair slugged back the rest of his whiskey also and shuddered as the liquid burned down his throat. “I suppose I was just scared…. It wasn’t something id ever considered before. What about you? Why did you run?”

Royal hesitated, “Well…. I cant say it was because I was scared or because I had never considered it. I knew I was gay long before that ever happened…..”

Alistair tilted his head to the side as he studied the other man inquisitively, “Why then?”

Royal stood up slowly and placed his glass on the desk, never taking his eyes from Alistair’s. “Because it was you….. Because we had always been enemies.”

Considering the fact that he was fairly well soused by now and most of his teenage wank material was sitting right across from him giving him a look that was dead sexy, Royal thought he was showing quite a bit of restraint at that point. Then Alistair licked his lips and restraint rapidly faded into a distant memory.

With no wasted motion he stepped around the desk and pulled Alistair to his feet so that they were standing facing each other. “Because I knew after the first second my lips touched yours that I wanted to fucking own you and I never thought you would allow it.” Royal growled, just before his mouth came down to claim the lips of the stunned blond man in a scorching leisurely kiss. His arms pulled Alistair closer, so their bodies were flush.

Alistair’s head was spinning and he briefly wondered if it was all a dream before Royal slid his tongue into his mouth and ground his pelvis against him. Then he decided that he really didn’t care if it was a dream or not and flung his arms around the other mans neck as he ground back with an erection that felt like it could be used to drill through solid steel.

Slowly the intensity of their kiss increased, until leisurely became demanding and their breaths grew heavy with mounting need. Alistair pulled Royal closer, devouring his mouth with an edge of desperation and his hand guided Royal’s to his ass as he pressed back. He whispered, “Prove it. Show me that you want to own me.”

Royal didn’t need to be told twice; in one smooth move he lifted Alistair with one arm while using the other to scatter all the files on his desk in every direction so he could lay the panting blond back and have his wicked way with him.

He bit at the neck of the man writhing beneath him then soothed the small hurt with his tongue as his fingers frantically tore at Alistair’s zipper.

That was the position they were in when Zoë Darling burst into the office screaming at the top of her lungs that someone had just been murdered in the infirmary.

TBC....