The Boy With the Broken Halo

    Avery awoke, bleary eyed, rolling over to fumble his hands against the warm spot that had contained his invalid lover. His fingers scraped over a hard patch. His brain started to alertness, eyes fixing pointedly on the small circle of dried blood. He bolted up and rushed to the bathroom, hoping to God he didn’t find Maddox lying limply on the floor, bleeding out. He found the bathroom empty and struggled to the kitchen, seeing Maddox calmly swabbing at his wound, the dirty bandages crumpled in the trashcan.

    His lover’s hair was glisteningly damp, falling dark and matted over those absinthe eyes, bright and alert. He winced, cleaning out his wound, neck craned at an absurd angle trying to view the healing damage from last night. Maddox glanced up from his meticulous work.

    “Oh, Angel, you’re awake.” Avery stumbled over to Maddox and threw his arms around that strong neck. He kissed Maddox lightly on the mouth, releasing him to lean against the counter. The detective was speechless. He broke into a smile.

    “What was that for?” Avery looked at the floor.

    “W-When you said that you were hiding, I knew that something was wrong. S-So I rushed over to where you were and…….and when I found you I just couldn’t control myself. And then, this morning when I woke up with you gone and my hand touched that dried blood I had such a sinking feeling that something was wrong…..I had to find you…….to make sure you were still ok.” The confession came out in a rush of emotion, Avery’s voice breaking slightly over the embarrassing words, like a boy finally having the courage to confess to his haughty high-school lover. Maddox’s smile widened. He finished bandaging himself, leaning over to place a comforting hand on his lover’s head.

    “Angel, you’ll always be by my side. Always. That will never change. Now come on,” He said, turning on his coffee pot and slipping out a cigarette from its pack, singling out one to take the first death of many, “Let’s go sit on the couch and I’ll tell you the whole story.”

    “Should I grab a box of tissues?” Avery chided, smiling.

    “Yeah, maybe for you…..” Maddox smirked. They sat on the couch, Maddox clutching his steaming hot mug of black coffee, the bittersweet smell rising to caress his nostrils, body hungry for the soothing warm liquid. A small flame flared between his lips as Avery lit his cigarette, pushing the little fire onto his own, the smoke rising in ethereal swirls all around them, shrouding them in their own dreamlike haze of throbbing pain, smouldering passion. Maddox began his story.

    “Well, I suppose starting at the beginning would be helpful for you.” He curled his feet beneath him, those loose black sleep pants tightening around his thighs, Avery got slightly distracted. He flicked ash into the tray on the table.

    “So, I had gone down to the industrial district. Ian had said that there was something shady going down. I wanted to go check it out. So I went alone, packing heat as always. Though, now, I have no idea why I ended up going alone, like an idiot.” Maddox took an embittered sip of the black liquid. It slid down his throat like hot tar.    

    “I found what I had been looking for, a trio of released convicts, dealing in drugs. They discovered me, hiding in the shadows. I ran, hiding in the iron refinery. That was when I called you last night. They managed to corner me and the leader fired a shot that I was sure would miss me, but as you can tell it ended up grazing my side. It wasn’t very deep and I was able to fire a return shot which luckily hit him in the stomach.

    “He was a pretty resilient guy. His two cronies dragged me out of my hiding spot and into the front of the building, out into the circle of the streetlamp. They managed t wrestle the gun away from me. God knows why they didn’t end up just shooting me and be done with it. “Maddox mused, flicking the ash off of the end of his cigarette, taking another deep swallow of the coffee. He took a deep breath.

    “And that’s when you came in, to rescue me,” He smiled, “And for that I’ll be eternally grateful.” He leaned forward and pecked Avery on the cheek. The biker’s eyes lowered. Maddox continued, “I have to say, you really did a number on those three guys. That was impressive, Angel.” Avery looked up and smiled, his confidence flaring up. Maddox lowered his gaze, his voice dropping lower,

    “After you finished them off, with a little help from me,” The detective smirked, “All I really remember is you binding my wounds and us hopping on your bike as I clung to you while we raced down the freeway. After that it’s all kind of a blur.” Maddox took another sip from his mug, his cigarette having burnt down to the filter. He stubbed it out in the ashtray and slid out another, placing it reverently between his lips. That small flame shot like a spark from Avery’s fingers.

    “Well, after I got you home, I hauled your dead weight up to your apartment with some help from Charlie. I swear, one day I’m just going to walk through that door and he’s going to have a fucking heart attack. I was all bloodied up from dealing with those guys.” Avery pointed to the dried blood still on his cheek, “I got you all set up in here and bound your wound properly, I cleaned you off as best I could and put you straight to bed.” Avery smiled sheepishly, brain remembering all of his dirty evil thoughts from last night, wishing that they could become reality. He had been deprived for too long, but with everything that had gone on he thought it best to wait and see what Maddy thought.

    “I wondered what had happened. I mean, I saw that guy shoot you. I thought you were dead for sure.”

    “Naw, fucker managed to just graze my cheek cause he was shitting himself so hard, scared shitless of me.”

    “Heh, that’s good. I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you.

    “They probably would have shot you in the head and then we’d be in the same place together again.”

    “You mean Hell?” Maddox chuckled. Avery suddenly turned serious.

    “Even Hell would be Heaven if you were there with me, baby,” Avery leaned forward and closed his lips over Maddox’s. His mouth tasting like black coffee and cigarettes. Avery’s fingers clutched the mug and set it on the coffee table, not breaking their kiss. He snuggled between Maddox’s spread legs, careful of the fresh bandages around his lover’s stomach.

    “Ok, none of that now, I’m injured, remember.” Maddox tried to push Avery off of him gently but the biker wouldn’t budge. His attentions only became more focused. Avery’s tongue lapped playfully along Maddox’s chest, swirling around a bare nipple, making his lover jump in surprise.

    “C’mon, I said ‘no’, baby. I’m still healing. After all. We can be as rough as you like when I’m better….” But Avery still wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.  He jerked up from the couch and wrenched Maddox to his feet. The two stumbled into the kitchen and Maddox looked very confused.

    “Oh! Hang on a sec…” Avery scrambled into the bedroom, returning with the bottle of lube. Maddox only rolled his eyes and smiled. There was no way he was getting out of it this time. Avery set the bottle down and gently lifted Maddox up onto the counter, like a little kid. His lover scowled slightly, hating being treated so patronizingly, but in his condition Maddox supposed he could let it slide this once.

    Avery wrapped his arms around Maddox’s waist tenderly, sliding his lips across that smooth chest, breathing in deeply the scent that was truly Maddox: leather and gun grease and smoke, the musky spicy scent of his lover filling his lungs, making him lightheaded.  Avery’s fingers toyed with Maddox’s sleep pants, sliding them across those slim hips, gradually revealing the dark curling hair between his legs, those strong thighs opening to reveal that smooth warm piece of flesh.

    The biker’s breath came out hot and needy against Maddox’s heaving chest, the detective already aroused by having Avery’s soft lips on his flushed skin. He shivered, anticipation of intense pleasure making his cock harden. Avery stroked him gently, eyes closing in bliss, leaning his cheek against that smooth skin.

    Avery nuzzled Maddox between the legs before taking him up in his wet hot mouth, sucking greedily, wanting to hear those beautiful moans slip past his lover’s lips.  And he wasn’t disappointed. Maddox shoved a hand into Avery’s dirty blonde hair and clenched uncontrollably, tilting his head back, exposing the long sensual line of his throat. Avery sucked hard, fingers sliding beneath his lover’s balls, squeezing roughly as his other hand slipped around the base, pulling and stretching the skin, tightening the flesh beneath the head, his tongue swirling like molten silver against Maddox’s cock.

    “Ahhh………..” Maddox’s knuckles were as white as bone fixing to tear a chunk out of the countertop with the way Avery’s tongue was sliding along his shaft, that intense pressure driving him wild. Those skilled fingers left Maddox’s flesh to curl around the bottle of lube, two digits pushing sweetly into his shuddering body, squirming uncontrollably inside of him, preparing him for the inevitable onslaught of passion throbbing between Avery’s legs. Maddox let out a strangled howl,

    “Avery…..Ah! Be careful I’m still…nngh!” He bit his lip hard, the useless pleas drowned out by the unstoppable moans that dripped from his lips like honey.  He leaned his head back, both hands clutching the counter for dear life, stomach tensing, contracting in pain, in blinding pleasure.  Avery continued to suckle, fingers scissoring inside his lover’s body, shoving deeper.

    “Oh…..Angel! So good….” Restless pants filled the humid air surrounding the two men. Avery pushed one last agonizing time before removing his fingers slowly, slicking up his cock and shoving between Maddox’s shaking thighs. A sharp moan sliced the air as the detective clung to Avery’s shoulders, pulling him further into his body.  Maddox’s fingers trailed down and dug into Avery’s hips, the blonde’s arms pushing his legs up, hooking them under his elbows.

    Maddox’s stomach was on fire. The sinister burn of pain flared across his skin. He moaned low in his throat, unable to hide the pain on his face. Avery faltered for a moment, slowing his pace.

    “No….God….keep going…” Maddox panted, craving release. He knew that the pain in his side was nothing compared to the sweet prick of pleasure he got from feeling Avery inside of him. The biker sped up, those long thin fingers gripping Maddox’s knees tighter, hips colliding wonderfully with the detective’s own, the force driving them both to the edge.

    “Ahhh…Ohhhhh…..baby….more…..” Maddox squirmed, groaning loudly, fingers reaching down to stroke himself hard as he felt Avery drive into him. Their bodies connecting deliciously, Avery’s mouth gushing curses like spilt wine.

    “Fuck! God…..Baby, so good….….Ahhh….….Shit…..So Goddamn tight……..” Avery bit his lip, feeling those walls tighten around him hard. He felt Maddox stroke himself to completion, that white hot essence spilling over his lover’s fingers, onto that glistening chest, slick with sweat. Avery climaxed, coming hard with a cry, his body hunching, leaning over his lover possessively, his teeth nipping at Maddox’s lower lip hungrily, moaning into that perfect mouth. Maddox moaned back, feeling his lover spill into him uncontrollably, his body opening to Avery’s deadly hunger.

    Maddox felt his legs lowered, wincing in pain. His wound had opened again. Avery saw the bright red spread of fresh blood seeping over the white bandage around his lover’s waist.

    “Oww…oww….owww….” Maddox crooned, his hand flying to his side, hunched over on the counter. Avery immediately reached for the first aid kit under the sink. He wiped himself and Maddox down, cleaning off the evidence of their lovemaking. Now, what to do about that wound? Avery snipped away the bloody bandage, carefully peeling off the tape holding the gauze to his lover’s skin.

“It’s ok, Angel, I can do it….” Avery placed a hand forcefully on Maddox’s chest.

    “No way, baby.” He leaned in close, “I did this to you, I’m gonna fix ya’ up good….” His voice was still deep, husky with passion. Maddox swallowed hard, his eyes focussed on Avery’s damp lips. He felt the sting of the alcohol wipe and gritted his teeth, fingers  clutching the counter again. He relaxed as Avery replaced the gauze and bandages. As Avery put the med kit back under the sink Maddox gripped his wrist and pulled him between his spread legs.

    “Thanks for fixing me up, baby. What would I do without you?” Maddox placed a gentle kiss on Avery’s lips. It deepened as Avery pushed their bodies closer, exhaling sweetly against Maddox’s mouth. The biker broke it off, sidling into the living room to retrieve his cigarettes. He lit one for Maddox and poured the detective another cup of coffee, lighting a cigarette for himself.

    “So, since we’re off limits to each other until you start to heal, do you want to go grab breakfast somewhere?” Maddox pulled him into his arms, lips resting reverently against Avery’s shoulder.

    “Angel, you’re too kind to me.” He smiled against the smooth skin.

    “Well, once you’re all patched up I promise I’ll give you some good grief, something that’ll really make you scream.” Maddox smile widened.

    “Hehe, yay.” He bit his lip, “But for now…” His stomach rumbled, “Let’s get something inside me that’s actually food.” Avery smiled and lifted Maddox down carefully, following him into the bedroom.