Blood Vane

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Sonny Edwards jerked his hand back from Roddy Malone’s as he heard Florence Abigail’s heavy footsteps headed back their way. “Stay away from me.” He hissed at the tall redhead.

“Sorry.” Roddy smirked. “I just cant do that.”

Florence bustled up to the bed before either one of them could say anything else. The rest of the exam went fairly quickly and Florence was smiling and patting Roddy on the back as he stood up to leave.

“Just be sure to keep it clean and apply the antibiotic cream I’ve given you.” Florence clucked like a mother hen. She turned to the blond.

“Now Seth, I’m going to escort Mister Malone back to his cell. Would you mind cleaning all this up while I’m gone?”

Sonny smiled at her, relieved Roddy would be leaving. “Not at all Nurse Abigail.”

“That’s a good boy.” Florence practically beamed at her assistant. Together she and Roddy walked over to the door to the infirmary. “I wont be a minute.”

Florence went through the door with Roddy just a step behind her. The tall redhead paused just at the door and blew a kiss to Sonny as he was leaving.

“I just don’t understand..” Seth said nervously as they watched them leave.

“What’s there to understand?” Sonny sneered sarcastically, “The one person on the entire planet that just might possibly be more insane than we are has decided that he is in love with us.” Sonny glared at the door Roddy had recently exited. “With our luck, its about par for the course id say.”

“Oh God.“ Seth slumped forward miserably, “He’s going to kill us isn’t he?”

“Quite possibly...... Maybe not.”

“What do you mean, maybe not?”

Sonny looked thoughtful. “You remember that one time in Mississippi that Dad picked up that fourteen year old girl and kept her with us for awhile?”

Seth nodded, of course he remembered. “Katie.” He said. She had been a runaway and had stayed with them for almost a year. A small, mousey little girl with big brown puppy dog eyes.

“You remember how Dad treated her.” Sonny’s face twisted in disgust. His father had had the young girl hooked on drugs in less than a week after meeting her and out working the streets for him within two.

“Yeah.” Seth said.

“You remember the time Dad got ahold of some bad junk and went crazy on her?”

Seth didn’t think he would ever be able to forget. He seriously doubted that even shock treatments could remove that memory from his brain. It had been in July and his father had been doing drugs all afternoon. When his Dad walked into the kitchen, both Seth and his mother had noticed right away that there was something very wrong with him. His father had been shaking and clenching both fist spasmodically. The man had had explosion written all over him.

One look had been enough to send both the boy and his mother scuttling for cover, but Katie...
Katie hadn’t known the signs. Katie hadn’t run in the other direction as fast as she possibly could like they did, and Katie... Well, Katie had walked right straight into the arms of Satan himself that day.

Seth shivered as he recalled hiding up in the rafters of the ceiling while his father raped and beat Katie repeatedly. He had closed his eyes and begged God just to let him die as his father choked the tiny teenager with his belt. Tears had poured down his face as he saw his Dad put a cigarette out on the girls face.

It had been hideous and his eleven year old selves could only crouch helplessly in the moldy ceiling and watch it happen. He knew if he tried to interfere that it would be him in the girls place and his Dad wouldn’t hesitate to rape and beat him just as brutally as he had Katie. Seth and Sonny had both wished desperately that they could help the girl, but their fear of their father’s wrath was just too great to risk it.

“Yeah, I remember.” Seth frowned.

“Do you recall what finally happened with her?” Sonny asked.

Seth did indeed remember. After Katie lost consciousness that day his father quickly lost interest, finally stomping out of the house after he was unable to find Seth or his mother to take her place. Cautiously they had both emerged when they were certain his car had left the drive.

They had picked the girl up and his mother had nursed her as best she could. Applying ointments to the burns and cleaning the blood off of the girls battered face. It had taken a few days but Katie had finally healed up. A week later, before the bruises had even faded away, she was back selling herself on the street for his old man

A few months later his father had sent Katie on a job and the whole family had moved while she was gone. When the girl came back they had disappeared. It wasn’t that his dad had gotten tired of using and abusing Katie, that wasn’t the reason they moved off and left her, oh no…. they left her because his Dad had decided she was just too much trouble to deal with.

You see, after the beating and her recovery Katie had become quite jealous and demanding of his father. She had wanted his Dad to divorce his mom because she wanted to marry him. Malcolm Edwards hadn’t hesitated a moment to abandon the girl once she became a liability to him.

They had never seen or heard from Katie again.

Seth pursed his lips. “So.... you think he might be telling the truth? Because that’s what it sounds like Sonny.” His other looked worried. “You cant really believe him.....”

“I don’t know.” Sonny shook his head pensively. “I just don’t know.”

“Oh my God!” Seth wailed. “He’s gonna kill us!”


Alistair Boot sat in his office doing paperwork, anxiously waiting for the day to end. He grinned as he glanced across his desk at the huge bundle of mistletoe that he had bought. Now he just needed to maneuver a certain Judge up under it.

He sighed to himself, thinking of Royal and wishing he could just go home. Damn paperwork to hell anyway!, he thought as he plowed through the pile on his desk.

He was working on some invoices when Zoë stuck her head through the door.

“Lincoln Miles is here to see you boss.” She grinned at her sulking friend.

“Oh good.” Alistair said, looking up. “Send him in.”

Miles lumbered into the room a few moments later. Alistair smiled up at him. “Take a seat.” He said, motioning to a chair.

Alistair gathered his papers into a neat little pile as the guard sank his large frame into the chair.

“What can I do for you Warden?” Miles cocked his head curiously.

“Well,” Alistair steepled his fingers together as he studied the man in front of him. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the assault that happened in one of the showers recently.” He said, “Roddy Malone got attacked and nearly gelded.”

Miles winced and nodded yes. He had heard the story.

Alistair pursed his lips. “It has recently been brought to my attention that someone from your section might have been involved in the attack.”

Miles leaned in, interested. “Who?”

Alistair held up one restraining hand. “I want you to understand that so far this is only an unproven accusation.” He stated. “I only want this boy watched, not punished for something I’m not sure he did.”

Miles frowned, but he indicated his agreement. Whoever the boy was, he shouldn’t be punished until he had been proven guilty. “Who is it?”

Alistair chewed his bottom lip. “Seth Edwards.”

“Figures.” Miles snorted loudly.

It was Alistair’s turn to be curious. “Why do you say that?”

“Because, that Edwards boy is a nasty, little faggot.” Miles stated matter of factly.

Alistair froze. “What?”

Miles must have taken the wardens suddenly stiff posture for shock. “Yeah, he’s a little fairy cocksucker.” The guard continued. “You should see him mooning after that half-breed Vane.” Miles shook his head in disgust. “Sickening is what it is.”

Alistair’s mouth fell open. He was, in fact, shocked. Just not for the reason that Miles suspected.

The guard blithely blundered on. “If I ever caught my boy practicing any of that “unnaturalness,” He spat,
“Id probably kill him. Better that than knowing he's some other mans bitch.”

Alistair’s mind flew to Royal. His stomach twisted with outrage. He opened his mouth to yell, to howl,
to curse this big buffoon sitting in front of him to high heaven.... and nothing came out.

Miles fidgeted underneath the Warden’s suddenly icy blue gaze. “Ummm well....” He slowly stood up.
“If thats all Warden... I-I need to be getting back.”

Inside Alistair was screaming his guts out with rage. His arctic eyes flashed dangerously. “Go.” He managed to choke out.

Lincoln Miles went.



Alistair Boot had been in a right snit every since his meeting with Lincoln Miles. Even finding an eager and horny judge waiting for him on his doorstep hadn’t done a lot to improve his mood.

It was his own fault he knew. Alistair was mad as hell at himself.

“I cant believe I just sat there!” He huffed, as he threw himself down on the couch beside Royal.

“I know.” Royal eyed him warily. Having gotten the whole story in his face almost immediately upon seeing Alistair, the judge had refused to even talk to him until he went and had a shower to calm down.

Alistair took a deep breath. He had settled down quite a bit from earlier. His lover was no fool, he mused.
It had been a good thing for him to unwind a bit before they talked. He had been so disgusted with himself that he probably would have taken it out on Royal if he hadn’t.

He ran a hand through his silver blond hair. “Its not like it was the first time I’ve ever heard negative comments about gay people.” Alistair grumped. “Its just this time....” He took Royal’s hand in his. “Its just this time....” He squeezed the hand he was holding. “This time... I guess I took it a lot more personally.”

Royal smiled and scooted closer. “I understand.”

“Do you?” Alistair gazed up into the dark as midnight eyes of the man he had only recently figured out he had been in love with for most of his life. “I realized as I was sitting there, it wasn’t just because he was insulting me that it made me so angry.” He leaned his head in to rest against a broad shoulder. “He was insulting US.”

Royal wrapped his arms around the pouty blond. “I know baby.” He stroked the silky platinum hair. “I wish you had said something to him too.”

Alistair leaned back and looked up at Royal with sad blue eyes. “I mean....” Royal softly kissed the pouting pink lips. “I don’t care about the mans opinion or what he had to say..... I just hate that it made you so upset.”

Alistair cuddled closer. “You’re not ashamed of me for not saying anything?”

Royal hugged him reassuringly. “Of course not.” He chuckled. “Its not like I ever expected you to go to work with a rainbow flag wrapped around your head or in a mini skirt just because we're a couple. Its nobodies business what we do together in private.”

Alistair sighed. He was still disgusted though only mildly so now. “Although...” Royal grinned down at him as he allowed his fingers to snake underneath the tight, black leather mini skirt the blond had donned after his much needed shower. “You do look damn good in a mini skirt.”

Strong fingers closed gently around his silk encased cock. Alistair gasped and arched his hips to get more friction.

Royal yanked roughly at the frilly silk panties until they lay in tatters on the floor. He pressed ardent kisses to Alistair’s inner thighs as he slid to his knees in front of the blond.

“God! I love sucking off a man in a miniskirt!” The judge declared loudly, then he had his mouth so full of hot, throbbing cock that he had to stop speaking altogether.

Fuck you Lincoln Miles! Royal thought vehemently, and sucked HARD.


TBC...
A/N: I just wanted to take a moment to wish each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas!
Thank you all for being so nice and for the great reviews youve left on my stories.
I really appreciate it.
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A big hug and Merry Christmas!