By Chance
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
4,269
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Chapter 18
Finally an update! I apologize again for the long wait. I hope you all are still interested in reading these.
Disclaimer: This characters are mine. Any resemblance to real life is coincidental.
Chapter 18
Rue was making breakfast and was too quiet making it. Food sizzled and popped from the pans on the stove and Rue moved about in an eerie silence. Joe Vic watched with shirt in hand, casually observing her and the stressed lines of her form.
“Are you okay?” She jumped about a foot in the air, barely keeping her grip of her peeling knife and nearly peeled potato.
Rue clutched her chest. “I swear you just scared the living Jesus out of me.”
Joe Vic moved behind her. His arms wrapping about her waist, pulling her against the open column of his shirt ; Rue’s back was tense and strained resting against her undershirt. “You didn’t answer the question,” Joe Vic said as he rested his head on hers.
No, she wanted to say. Today was the day she either gave up or got her freedom. “Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout me sugga.” She took a deep breath. “It’s these hormones. That’s what the shrink said.”
“ You sure you’re all right. ‘Cause if you’re not, I’ll call Old Bill and let him know I won’t be coming in.”
Her expression softened though he didn’t see it. “That’s so sweet, but I think I’ll be okay.” She turned to him. “I’m a big girl.”
Joe Vic dropped his arms and shrugged. “ If you’re sure.” He looked over the food on the stove again. “I’ll be in early, so if you need some help—you know, I could help out and you wouldn’t have so much to do for tomorrow.”
It was cute to watch him babble. Joe Vic still wasn’t the world’s most verbose person, but he had come great leaps since she’d first came to live with him.
Joe Vic couldn’t imagine what was bothering Rue. Whatever it was gave him a terrible feeling. He walked through the double doors of the apartment building. In the early morning light, people moved easily on the sidewalk. Never before had he dared to wonder about other people’s lives. Were they happy? What did they do? Did they have hopes and dreams?
He was happy now, something that had never seemed likely to happen. Rue made it possible, that much he was absolutely sure of. Others would definitely classify their relationship as unconventional, but who were they to judge him or Rue. Neither had had an ideal life. Absent parents or abusive ones didn’t normally make for contributing members of society.
“Penny for your thoughts, Big Man?” A voiced asked.
Joe Vic whirled around to find the interloper on his thoughts. “Excuse me?”
A man emerged from the shadows of the beneath the stoop of the building. He was tall, sleek was what they’d call him. Though sharply dressed, there was something about him, something Joe Vic internally articulated as slimy. “Can I help you with something?”
The man flipped a coin with ease and confidence. “I was just wondering, you know. You seem to be a thinking man--” He said sarcastically. “So, I wondered if something was stolen would you give it back to the rightful owner?”
Joe Vic faced the man fully. His lips curled in a sneer. “That depends on what it was.”
“Property is property.” The man snarled. “It shouldn’t matter what it is.”
Joe Vic puffed his chest out to its full size and rose to his already impressive height. “Do I know you?”
“No, someone you know knows me. And all I’m seeking,” He looked up at the apartment building. “Is to reunite old friendships.” His interpretation of friendships sounded extremely dirty.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about, but I suggest you stay the hell away or I’ll gladly make your pretty face a lot less pretty, you got me?” They were nose to nose. Breath coming from Joe Vic in short even gusts.
The coin stopped flipping. “Be reasonable, man. I just want what’s mine. That’s all. No need for violence. No one needs to get hurt, especially over a piece of trash--” The blow to the mouth was hard and sudden, quicker than lightning and more painful than a fist ought to be.
The man glared at Joe Vic with absolute venom. “If I ever catch you here again, I’ll do more than rearrange your face--” He gritted between his teeth. The animal inside was snarling and snapping to get out and his fists were eager to do some more talking.
“Big mistake.” He wiped the blood seeping from his split lips. “Huge mistake.” The man looked at the building again and back at Joe Vic with a look so cold, it could melt hell itself. He pocketed the coin and spat his blood on the sidewalk before shouldering past Joe Vic.
Joe Vic watched him go. He waited for sometime, deciding whether he’d go back up stay at Rue’s side for the rest of the day. He looked down the street for any signs of the man. Finding none, Joe Vic started on his way to Old Bill’s shop. He’d call Rue like he promised and come home even earlier.
His feeling now felt like solid fact.
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Disclaimer: This characters are mine. Any resemblance to real life is coincidental.
Chapter 18
Rue was making breakfast and was too quiet making it. Food sizzled and popped from the pans on the stove and Rue moved about in an eerie silence. Joe Vic watched with shirt in hand, casually observing her and the stressed lines of her form.
“Are you okay?” She jumped about a foot in the air, barely keeping her grip of her peeling knife and nearly peeled potato.
Rue clutched her chest. “I swear you just scared the living Jesus out of me.”
Joe Vic moved behind her. His arms wrapping about her waist, pulling her against the open column of his shirt ; Rue’s back was tense and strained resting against her undershirt. “You didn’t answer the question,” Joe Vic said as he rested his head on hers.
No, she wanted to say. Today was the day she either gave up or got her freedom. “Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout me sugga.” She took a deep breath. “It’s these hormones. That’s what the shrink said.”
“ You sure you’re all right. ‘Cause if you’re not, I’ll call Old Bill and let him know I won’t be coming in.”
Her expression softened though he didn’t see it. “That’s so sweet, but I think I’ll be okay.” She turned to him. “I’m a big girl.”
Joe Vic dropped his arms and shrugged. “ If you’re sure.” He looked over the food on the stove again. “I’ll be in early, so if you need some help—you know, I could help out and you wouldn’t have so much to do for tomorrow.”
It was cute to watch him babble. Joe Vic still wasn’t the world’s most verbose person, but he had come great leaps since she’d first came to live with him.
Joe Vic couldn’t imagine what was bothering Rue. Whatever it was gave him a terrible feeling. He walked through the double doors of the apartment building. In the early morning light, people moved easily on the sidewalk. Never before had he dared to wonder about other people’s lives. Were they happy? What did they do? Did they have hopes and dreams?
He was happy now, something that had never seemed likely to happen. Rue made it possible, that much he was absolutely sure of. Others would definitely classify their relationship as unconventional, but who were they to judge him or Rue. Neither had had an ideal life. Absent parents or abusive ones didn’t normally make for contributing members of society.
“Penny for your thoughts, Big Man?” A voiced asked.
Joe Vic whirled around to find the interloper on his thoughts. “Excuse me?”
A man emerged from the shadows of the beneath the stoop of the building. He was tall, sleek was what they’d call him. Though sharply dressed, there was something about him, something Joe Vic internally articulated as slimy. “Can I help you with something?”
The man flipped a coin with ease and confidence. “I was just wondering, you know. You seem to be a thinking man--” He said sarcastically. “So, I wondered if something was stolen would you give it back to the rightful owner?”
Joe Vic faced the man fully. His lips curled in a sneer. “That depends on what it was.”
“Property is property.” The man snarled. “It shouldn’t matter what it is.”
Joe Vic puffed his chest out to its full size and rose to his already impressive height. “Do I know you?”
“No, someone you know knows me. And all I’m seeking,” He looked up at the apartment building. “Is to reunite old friendships.” His interpretation of friendships sounded extremely dirty.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about, but I suggest you stay the hell away or I’ll gladly make your pretty face a lot less pretty, you got me?” They were nose to nose. Breath coming from Joe Vic in short even gusts.
The coin stopped flipping. “Be reasonable, man. I just want what’s mine. That’s all. No need for violence. No one needs to get hurt, especially over a piece of trash--” The blow to the mouth was hard and sudden, quicker than lightning and more painful than a fist ought to be.
The man glared at Joe Vic with absolute venom. “If I ever catch you here again, I’ll do more than rearrange your face--” He gritted between his teeth. The animal inside was snarling and snapping to get out and his fists were eager to do some more talking.
“Big mistake.” He wiped the blood seeping from his split lips. “Huge mistake.” The man looked at the building again and back at Joe Vic with a look so cold, it could melt hell itself. He pocketed the coin and spat his blood on the sidewalk before shouldering past Joe Vic.
Joe Vic watched him go. He waited for sometime, deciding whether he’d go back up stay at Rue’s side for the rest of the day. He looked down the street for any signs of the man. Finding none, Joe Vic started on his way to Old Bill’s shop. He’d call Rue like he promised and come home even earlier.
His feeling now felt like solid fact.
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