Sequel

This took quite a bit longer than I expected to write. Mildly tired, so that was one reason. I'm going to try and update Partners before going to bed. While it seems that Partners and Sequel have entered a sort of gray as to which comes before or after the other, I'm fairly certain it's just because the lights in Sequel come on and go off according to sleep and thus, it is "day" whenever they are up.

One less thing for the Sidhe to worry about, the passing of days or time or being constricted by the must be asleep by this time or be awake by this time.

There are sometimes with Paw where I see the whole Sidhe and it's all creepy to see the full thing of Paw and all his facets coming together in a problem. I don't see that with Mm.

And that scared the crap out of me. I know almost nothing about his personality or his temperment. I know that he's not all there most of the time and that when he throws his tantrums and his fits, it's from frustration and anger at his position, not fear or sudden insanity. He seems to not be the type to allow anyone to push him around. And now that he's coming off of the drugs and out of his shell...

I'd have to say he's a dominant or even an offensive, like Hohi is. But then there are times when he seems like Souse or even like Paw.

Mm's got me all confused.

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Rel awoke to his body telling him something he really didn’t want to hear. He had to empty his bowels. Rel winced at the thought of moving but didn’t like the idea of staying in bed. Not with the way his gut was going on. He sat up and groaned as his ass touched the mattress, his feet touched the floor and standing was a bit of a problem.

Everything was stiff. He probably could have popped every joint in his body in quick succession. But he didn’t have that kind of time.

Rel shuffled to the bathroom as quickly as he could and did his business.

It was painful, it was what he expected, but when he stood to flush, there was no blood in the toilet. Even in prison, with the micro-penis guy, there had been blood. Rel flushed it down, washed his hands and puzzled over it as he shuffled out of the bathroom.

Mm was sitting by the entrance to the bathroom, one leg drawn up, one laying out across the concrete. The Sidhe almost looked bored until he realised that Rel was standing beside him. Mm stood and gave Rel a small, questioning smile. The man shrugged in response just as his stomach growled angrily.

The food cart was there. The food cart always seemed to be there. The highlight of his days seemed to revolve around that god damned cart. But he was hungry and it was no time to question.

Rel shuffled to the cart with Mm following close behind. The Sidhe urged Rel into one of the chairs in front of the television and rolled the cart to him. Rel and Mm shared a companionable meal, with little talking due to their communication issue, that was filling but still seemed to leave Rel craving for more.

He checked the bottom of the cart, as had become his habit, and found paper and two sets of markers. One for Mm, one for Rel. Rel handed Mm the paper and the markers, keeping only a few pages for himself. The Sidhe puzzled over the items, turning them over and over in his hands.

Rel demonstrated how to uncap the marker and mark on the paper. Mm mimicked the motion, but as soon as the cap was off the marker, the Sidhe sniffed the marker’s tip. His nose wrinkled in disgust and he tried to hand the marker to Rel. The man, instead, bent and sniffed the end of the marker. Permanent marker, not the best idea for a Sidhe. Considering the white washed walls…

But the smell alone would keep Mm from putting the marker in his mouth.

Rel motioned to the paper once more and Mm put the tip to paper. The Sidhe grinned as he squiggled the marker over the paper, experimenting with the width of the line. Mm seemed quite excited about it and scuttled off to the corner with the paper and markers. Rel rolled the cart to the door with a bit of difficulty.

He managed to make it back to the bed before his legs gave out from under him and he collapsed. Right on his ass.

But it didn’t really hurt, just tingled a bit. Rel frowned and looked at Mm. The Sidhe had the back of the marker in his mouth and was looking over his shoulder at Rel. Bright eyes blinked at him, pink lips worked around the edge of the pen ponderingly. Mm turned back to his paper without making a comment.

Rel’s frown deepened.

A moment later he decided to shower. It had been too long and his hair was hanging in greasy locks. Not quite greasy, but enough for Rel to notice and be annoyed by it. He gathered his courage and forced himself to stand and shuffle back into the bathroom. Rel sat on floor of the shower and turned it on. He had learned long ago that showering while sitting down could be nearly as good as a bath. Nearly.

He washed head to toe, without having to stand or bend to wash. The tremble in his limbs went from light to noticeable. His hand visibly shook as he finally dropped the washcloth to the side and gave up. He drew his knees up and set his chin on his arms, allowing the water to flow over his shoulders and back. The heat eased his muscles and the sound of the falling water calmed his nerves.

Rel closed his eyes and sighed out. He was not content, he could pinpoint the parts of his life that could be better, the parts that he wanted to make better. Yet he was better off than he had been before.

Instead of being shivved, he had to worry about thrown objects. Rape was replaced with confused sex. Bad food with good food. For the most part, things were better.

He felt dejected and alone. At least in prison he had books to read, he had had others to talk to. News and programs and documentaries to occupy his time instead of the boredom of hours with a creature who did not comprehend a word that he said.

The water never went cold. He was grateful for that, as grateful as he was for the near hour of quiet time that he spent in the falling water. But his fingers turned to prunes and his dejected mood got worse as he sat in the shower so he shut it off. Rel dried and dressed and walked into the living area with a pronounced limp. Not quite as stiff as before.

He glanced around the room, as was a force of habit of his.

There were words all over the walls. All over. Part of the ceiling was scrawled across. The floor had received the same treatment, where the words could not be contained by the walls. Rel managed to focus on the most ordered section.

It read MA: deboned, MB: deboned and on down the list to MM de- and a scrawl of a pen caught on the page and yanked across it as the writer was affected in some manner. Below the mark was a splotch of red. Across from the list was what looked like a family tree. MM was the child of LM and LM was the child of KM and so on up the line through the generations. This deluded family tree stretched up and across the ceiling.

Bad bad master yes bad bad yes master scrawled around the door. There were words scrawled across the wall that frightened Rel. Terms for butchering and medical jargon that Mm could not possibly have known. Chemical symbols were dancing around the television set, declaring a combination of drugs that would put even the sturdiest man into a deep sleep. Hallucinogenics and addictive sedatives.

Mm’s name wasn’t truly Mm, it was simply a few letters put to a piece of meat to keep track of the piece of meat. As bad as giving a number to the creatures. Rel looked at it all and found Mm in the middle of the floor, marker in hand and hands covered in ink. Red and black and green.

At the look on Rel’s face, Mm dropped the marker and cowered away from the man. Rel sighed and looked over it all. The walls were already covered, thus he might as well join in.

Rel fetched his own markers from where he had left them and moved to a clear spot on the wall. He sketched out his own dark past. A child in a bed and a drunken man standing in the doorway. Mm approached the drawing, frowning at it.

“Weh?”

“Father,” Rel motioned to the man in the doorway.

Mm’s head shook in disbelief, the Sidhe’s face screwed up in confusion. The Sidhe pointed at the child in the bed and looked at Rel questioningly.

“Rel,” a tap to his own chest.

This was not something that he spoke to just anyone about. He hadn’t shared this bit of information with his wife, or his lawyer friend. Neither had seemed overly concerned with Rel’s past.

Mm shook his head once more, as if saying no.

“Father dead.” Mm said finally, as if that solved everything.

Rel was startled at how quickly Mm had put together two things. From ‘Master dead’ to ‘father dead’ so quickly?

“No, father is very alive.”

“Father dead.”

“Father alive.”

“Father dead. Dead,” Mm made a stabbing motion.

Rel almost laughed at the insanity of it all. Mm smiled at him and then held his hand out as if asking if this would be acceptable. Rel shrugged.

His father was alive and well and no amount of debating the subject would bring the man any closer to death. Rel had put his father out of his mind a long time ago and would have preferred to keep him out. The only reason Rel brought it up now was because it would give Mm and him something to connect on, something to expand from. Sharing such secrets were supposed to connect two people and between normal people this worked.

Rel didn’t want anyone looking at him with pity just because he had been abused.

Mm pointed at the image and down at Rel’s crotch. The Sidhe very curiously made a finger motion, watching Rel’s face for a moment before looking downward as if asking, does that work?

Rel’s mouth fell open at the obvious look, “yes it works, thank you very much.”

Mm cocked his head to the side and made a hand motion dangerously close to Rel’s crotch. The Sidhe wasn’t asking if it works. He was making some sort of comment, some surprise about how Rel could perform.

Rel felt his face heat up as he capped over the marker and moved to the bed. He didn’t want to have a discussion about how well he did or did not work. Mm followed along behind him, motioning furiously even as Rel crawled under the blankets and covered his face with the blankets, effectively ending the conversation.

Hopefully.


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