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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,791
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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((Realized that I had typed 'Johny' in the last chapter rather than Tommy... all fixed ^^))
The coffee table hit the off-white wall so hard it shattered. Lane was barely able to dodge the projectile. "Mac..."
His partner turned on him with a snarl, looking almost... evil. "He isn't here. He isn't FUCKING here!"
Like Lane hadn't noticed with all Mac's cussing. "Shouldn't we focus on continuing the search rather then trying to destroy the nice civilian's house?"
"If she had just told us where they were when we were here earlier-"
"We still wouldn't have found him yet." Lane said quietly.
Mac's response was to give a small scream of frustration. Eyes wild, he tugged on his hair. Whispered hoarsly, so quiet that Lane could barely hear him, "This can't be happening again. It can't."
Suddenly Lane knew what was happening. "You mean Nick, don't you?" Luckily the other cops had left them so that Mac could panic in peace.
"I- I-" Mac's gaze seemed to shut down to a sterile coldness. "I can't. Not this one. I love this one too." Closing his eyes, he swayed with some sort of inner revalation. "I'm in love with him. Not this one."
Yup. Nick. Lane didn't know much... other then the psychologist's, police cheif's, and Mac's ex-partner's reports on the whole matter. But Mac had never talked about it. Never. "So what are you goning to do about it?"
Eyes flaring open, Mac took a deep breath. "I'm gonna kill that damned bastard and his fucking brother for taking Tommy."
Well, Lane thought as he followed Mac's stomping feet, it hadn't been poetry or Politically Correct... But there you had it.
---
Tommy was cold. He'd gotten free from the duct tape about an hour-at least he thought so-ago with a sharp rock that had been in the corner. His wrists were bleeding from his fumbling attempts with the object, his whole body aching from everything it had indured, but he hadn't fallen asleep or passed out since he'd woken. Let's here it for being stubborn!
The room he was in was a simple concrete affair. About 15x20 feet he'd estimated. Knocking around and making a big ruckus wouldn't have done him much good, probably would have dragged Bernie back to him. Huddling tighter around himself, Tommy closed his eyes tight and refused to cry.
One thought kept him positive. Mac. More specifically... screwing Mac's brains out. Not that it wasn't a lovely thought under normal circumstances... but right now it was Heaven. Shivering with something other than cold, Tommy smiled.
A random thought made him grin. He hoped Mac saved him a piece of Bernie. Even if Mac did, Tommy was beting it would be a tiny piece.
The coffee table hit the off-white wall so hard it shattered. Lane was barely able to dodge the projectile. "Mac..."
His partner turned on him with a snarl, looking almost... evil. "He isn't here. He isn't FUCKING here!"
Like Lane hadn't noticed with all Mac's cussing. "Shouldn't we focus on continuing the search rather then trying to destroy the nice civilian's house?"
"If she had just told us where they were when we were here earlier-"
"We still wouldn't have found him yet." Lane said quietly.
Mac's response was to give a small scream of frustration. Eyes wild, he tugged on his hair. Whispered hoarsly, so quiet that Lane could barely hear him, "This can't be happening again. It can't."
Suddenly Lane knew what was happening. "You mean Nick, don't you?" Luckily the other cops had left them so that Mac could panic in peace.
"I- I-" Mac's gaze seemed to shut down to a sterile coldness. "I can't. Not this one. I love this one too." Closing his eyes, he swayed with some sort of inner revalation. "I'm in love with him. Not this one."
Yup. Nick. Lane didn't know much... other then the psychologist's, police cheif's, and Mac's ex-partner's reports on the whole matter. But Mac had never talked about it. Never. "So what are you goning to do about it?"
Eyes flaring open, Mac took a deep breath. "I'm gonna kill that damned bastard and his fucking brother for taking Tommy."
Well, Lane thought as he followed Mac's stomping feet, it hadn't been poetry or Politically Correct... But there you had it.
---
Tommy was cold. He'd gotten free from the duct tape about an hour-at least he thought so-ago with a sharp rock that had been in the corner. His wrists were bleeding from his fumbling attempts with the object, his whole body aching from everything it had indured, but he hadn't fallen asleep or passed out since he'd woken. Let's here it for being stubborn!
The room he was in was a simple concrete affair. About 15x20 feet he'd estimated. Knocking around and making a big ruckus wouldn't have done him much good, probably would have dragged Bernie back to him. Huddling tighter around himself, Tommy closed his eyes tight and refused to cry.
One thought kept him positive. Mac. More specifically... screwing Mac's brains out. Not that it wasn't a lovely thought under normal circumstances... but right now it was Heaven. Shivering with something other than cold, Tommy smiled.
A random thought made him grin. He hoped Mac saved him a piece of Bernie. Even if Mac did, Tommy was beting it would be a tiny piece.