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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
4,265
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chaper 14
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Disclaimer: These characters are mine and resemblance to real life is strictly coincidental.
Chapter 14
Brother?
The occupants of the room were divided in a proverbial Mexican standoff. Quentin Delacroix stood opposite of Joe Vic, only separated by Rue, the heat from the other man’s eyes was absolutely palpable. Joe Vic looked from one to the other, feeling a slight shift in reality as he looked from one to the other; fascinating in a way that was common to twins, no matter what configuration.
Adrenaline was still pumping in his veins. His nostrils were flared, fists tight in ready knots. It was ironic that he’d rushed back to the apartment with the intense purpose of telling Rue how much he cared for her.
“Your brother?” Joe Vic croaked. Stupid really as the resemblance between the pair was incredible.
Rue inhaled deeply, her breath expelling like a vacuum sucking the air out of a barrel, she seemed to shake inside and out. Rattled was what she was as she stood between her brother and her…Joe Vic. “Yeah. Joe Vic, this is Quentin. Quentin, Joe Vic.”
No handshakes or salutes. Each stared at the other, ready for the fighting to begin once more. Joe Vic only had three methods for dealing with conflict: yelling, fighting and walking away. Two of the three had already been used this day with disastrous results. Think, he urged himself.
With the thick silence pervading the room, his movement towards the kitchen was startling and broke the trance that descended over them. Rue looked at Quentin, who was eyeing her sharply. The fridge door opened and shut immediately. Joe Vic returned with two beers in hand.
A smile spread across Rue’s face. Just like that the tension melted. “How long have you been here?” Quentin took the beer with a curt nod. “Just a while.”
Things between the two men were stifled. Each eyed the other with the same amount of distrust as two hyenas separated by slab of meat. Rue tried to sooth the situation, as much duress as there might be, she settled for the one thing she knew how to do well…cook.
The rich smell of okra and tomatoes filled the apartment. Quentin followed the smell and the slighting popping sound of chicken frying in hot grease; his eyes were once again adjusting to the sight of his brother—his sister, and the memories of home.
“Sure did miss your cooking.” He brought the beer to his lips and held off on sipping. His lips pressed tight, his brow knotted as though some major decision were being made. “I never understood how you could cook better than Mama.”
Rue smirked as she checked her food. “Well, you fools were always playing or hunting something that made my skin crawl, so I got to watch the T.V. all by myself. Plus, old Mrs. Mae taught me whenever I stopped by.”
Quentin grunted noncommittally. “So…um, you and him—Joe Vic,” He drew a breath trying to steady himself. “Lord, that name sound like someone from back home. The two of y’all are--” He searched for the word. “Friends?”
He had her full attention now. “Yeah.” She could say more and rub it in his face, but she’d never been one to have a serious mean streak.
His blue eyes bore into her, their crystal hue charred to a sizzling navy. “ You can tell me, Rueb—Rue, if he’s using you. If he’s hurts you.”
Something warm blossomed in her chest for her brother. Something that had always been there, because he was her big brother, her protector, her hero. “He’s been doing a good job protecting me. Kinda took your place in that area.” Rue handed him another beer and leveled him with an earnest look. “He keeps me out of trouble…’cause you know how I am with trouble.” She giggled.
“Yeah, I do.” He accepted the beer and her answer. He wouldn’t try to rip out Joe Vic’s throat just yet.
An easy silence descended over the pair. Mild chitchat passed back and forward as the sibling caught each other up on their lives. Rue wanted to push just a little deeper.
“How’s Momma?”
“She’s good.” A weight inside shifted. She recognized that feeling ass relief.
She didn’t want to ask, but she felt she should. “And Daddy?” Her voice was soft and hesitant, also childlike its innocent prodding.
Joe Vic was only half listening. His senses were half tuned to the game in front of him and the steady flow of voices. Then, he heard it. The sound of Rue’s voice penetrated something inside him. The urge to protect her superseded above all else. To make the pain stop, to make the hurt go away, he could manage this if she would let him.
Quentin cleared his throat roughly. He tried to look away but found it was no use to laugh. “He’s well….him. He was hopping mad when he realized you were gone. He’s calmed down now, but in his own crotchety way he misses you.” The old bastard. Rue couldn’t help but miss him too. It wasn’t often, but it did happen.
Eavesdropping was only making him feel cagy. Joe Vic wanted to pound them. Beat them until they resembled the pieces of nothing that they’d Rue feel she was. He was angry on her behalf…and maybe just a bit jealous. Why wasn’t he enough? Why couldn’t he just take away the worry and insecurity?
He sighed watching them. If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, they’d all have a merry fucking Christmas. Yeah right.
TBC/?
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Disclaimer: These characters are mine and resemblance to real life is strictly coincidental.
Chapter 14
Brother?
The occupants of the room were divided in a proverbial Mexican standoff. Quentin Delacroix stood opposite of Joe Vic, only separated by Rue, the heat from the other man’s eyes was absolutely palpable. Joe Vic looked from one to the other, feeling a slight shift in reality as he looked from one to the other; fascinating in a way that was common to twins, no matter what configuration.
Adrenaline was still pumping in his veins. His nostrils were flared, fists tight in ready knots. It was ironic that he’d rushed back to the apartment with the intense purpose of telling Rue how much he cared for her.
“Your brother?” Joe Vic croaked. Stupid really as the resemblance between the pair was incredible.
Rue inhaled deeply, her breath expelling like a vacuum sucking the air out of a barrel, she seemed to shake inside and out. Rattled was what she was as she stood between her brother and her…Joe Vic. “Yeah. Joe Vic, this is Quentin. Quentin, Joe Vic.”
No handshakes or salutes. Each stared at the other, ready for the fighting to begin once more. Joe Vic only had three methods for dealing with conflict: yelling, fighting and walking away. Two of the three had already been used this day with disastrous results. Think, he urged himself.
With the thick silence pervading the room, his movement towards the kitchen was startling and broke the trance that descended over them. Rue looked at Quentin, who was eyeing her sharply. The fridge door opened and shut immediately. Joe Vic returned with two beers in hand.
A smile spread across Rue’s face. Just like that the tension melted. “How long have you been here?” Quentin took the beer with a curt nod. “Just a while.”
Things between the two men were stifled. Each eyed the other with the same amount of distrust as two hyenas separated by slab of meat. Rue tried to sooth the situation, as much duress as there might be, she settled for the one thing she knew how to do well…cook.
The rich smell of okra and tomatoes filled the apartment. Quentin followed the smell and the slighting popping sound of chicken frying in hot grease; his eyes were once again adjusting to the sight of his brother—his sister, and the memories of home.
“Sure did miss your cooking.” He brought the beer to his lips and held off on sipping. His lips pressed tight, his brow knotted as though some major decision were being made. “I never understood how you could cook better than Mama.”
Rue smirked as she checked her food. “Well, you fools were always playing or hunting something that made my skin crawl, so I got to watch the T.V. all by myself. Plus, old Mrs. Mae taught me whenever I stopped by.”
Quentin grunted noncommittally. “So…um, you and him—Joe Vic,” He drew a breath trying to steady himself. “Lord, that name sound like someone from back home. The two of y’all are--” He searched for the word. “Friends?”
He had her full attention now. “Yeah.” She could say more and rub it in his face, but she’d never been one to have a serious mean streak.
His blue eyes bore into her, their crystal hue charred to a sizzling navy. “ You can tell me, Rueb—Rue, if he’s using you. If he’s hurts you.”
Something warm blossomed in her chest for her brother. Something that had always been there, because he was her big brother, her protector, her hero. “He’s been doing a good job protecting me. Kinda took your place in that area.” Rue handed him another beer and leveled him with an earnest look. “He keeps me out of trouble…’cause you know how I am with trouble.” She giggled.
“Yeah, I do.” He accepted the beer and her answer. He wouldn’t try to rip out Joe Vic’s throat just yet.
An easy silence descended over the pair. Mild chitchat passed back and forward as the sibling caught each other up on their lives. Rue wanted to push just a little deeper.
“How’s Momma?”
“She’s good.” A weight inside shifted. She recognized that feeling ass relief.
She didn’t want to ask, but she felt she should. “And Daddy?” Her voice was soft and hesitant, also childlike its innocent prodding.
Joe Vic was only half listening. His senses were half tuned to the game in front of him and the steady flow of voices. Then, he heard it. The sound of Rue’s voice penetrated something inside him. The urge to protect her superseded above all else. To make the pain stop, to make the hurt go away, he could manage this if she would let him.
Quentin cleared his throat roughly. He tried to look away but found it was no use to laugh. “He’s well….him. He was hopping mad when he realized you were gone. He’s calmed down now, but in his own crotchety way he misses you.” The old bastard. Rue couldn’t help but miss him too. It wasn’t often, but it did happen.
Eavesdropping was only making him feel cagy. Joe Vic wanted to pound them. Beat them until they resembled the pieces of nothing that they’d Rue feel she was. He was angry on her behalf…and maybe just a bit jealous. Why wasn’t he enough? Why couldn’t he just take away the worry and insecurity?
He sighed watching them. If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, they’d all have a merry fucking Christmas. Yeah right.
TBC/?
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