Partner

Ever wonder if Mik actually had the balls to do something? Or what kind of a thing would happen if he were pushed too far?

So do I...

I think he'd totally be willing to take a frying pan to someone's head for Paw.

Unfortunately he's an idiot with a temper.

And.... so's Souse.


Read, Review and enjoy.




He waited until Paw was asleep in the nest before he slipped out of the apartment and down the hall. Mik entered Edno’s apartment without knocking grunted a greeting to the man and took the steps two at a time up to Souse’s green room. The male was bent over a tree, frowning at a leaf as he rubbed it between his fingers.

Souse looked up as Mik swung. The man’s fist caught the Sidhe’s jaw and sent the creature stumbling. Souse caught himself (how?) on a tree without toppling the tree and blinked at Mik in shock and what might have been mild horror. Souse’s eyes darted from Mik, to the steps and back to Mik.

What came out of the Sidhe’s mouth must have been a string of curses, what else could Souse find necessary to say in his own language to the man who had just hit him?

Mik’s hands were curled into loose fists, just a bit away from his sides, feet spread. He was ready for a fight and he didn’t damned well care if Souse was willing to give him one or not. Mik wanted to beat on someone, wanted to beat on Souse specifically and by the gods he was going to beat on something, so it might as well be the bastard who caused it all.

“What has gotten into you?” Souse snapped, wiping a trickle of blood away.

“You. Bastard. Fucking-”

Verbalize. Souse wouldn’t understand people emotions.

“Fuck!” Mik threw his arms up in the air and turned his back on the Sidhe, paced about the room, running his hands through his hair as he realised what he had just done. The fucking cameras were on, of course he couldn’t do this here and now.

“If you’re upset because there hasn’t been a repeat performance-” Souse made to cross the room and paused halfway across as Mik growled, “they’re off,” the male’s head turned slightly to the side, “don’t you ever hit me again, or I will break bone.”

“Oh. Don’t ever? How about I give you a don’t ever,” Mik stood his ground, advanced on Souse and did as he had with Paw, presented dominant thoughts and tried to make himself seem larger, “don’t you ever touch Paw again. He is not yours. He is mine. Not to trade, not to discipline, nothing. Do you understand me? Nothing.”

Edno came up the steps, a puzzled look on his face, “what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” both males snapped as one before Souse added, “please go away.”

Both were silent until Edno disappeared, apparently gone back to his evening paper. If looks could kill, Mik would have suffered a long, terrible death.

“He is part of my tribe and I will do with him as I please, just as I will do with you as I please.”

“Bullshit. You just want him because you know. You know what’s going to happen to him. You don’t fucking care if he goes mad. You’ve got his blood, that was what you wanted and you aren’t getting any more so he’s no fucking use to you unless you know something we don’t.”

Souse let out a snarl, “every life is precious.”

“Don’t give me that fucking bullshit either. I know what you did.”

“Elders are far beyond breeding.”

“THERE. Right there. You care about anything that can pop out more children. If all the males were killed you wouldn’t give a fucking hoot because you could impregnate the women and start over again. Meat is all they are to you.”

“We cannot afford to lose a breeder.”

They were standing toe to toe, Souse looking down on Mik. Both were trying to prove dominance, to stand their ground and make the other bow out.

“If you can’t afford to lose a breeder why did you banish that male? He’s still a breeder.”

“He doesn’t know his place.”

“Neither do I, but I’m still here,” Mik bellowed at Souse, making certain to add the kinds of hand motions he had seen Sidhe use when they were angry and upset, “so if I can’t breed, why am I still alive?”

“I told you, I’m looking for a cute female to breed you with. Make adorable little kittens.”

“Kittens do not come from people. Kittens. Come from cats.”

Frustrating. That was all he could think when he thought of this bloody argument. It was frustrating and annoying for Souse to be all… all…

Mik took a step back, “all like you know what I’m thinking.”

“Who said anything about thinking?” Souse muttered in response, “your mother said it best. Those who are abused learn to quickly read others.”

“You heard-”

“Of course I did. Just like I heard you and Paw earlier today. Did he not… get the aggression out of you?” Souse stepped closer.

Mik took a step backwards, “stay the fuck away from me, you bastard.”

“Nononono, Mik, you seem to want this,” Souse caused Mik to retreat until the man’s back was against a wall, one hand sliding suggestively up Mik’s leg, “If we’re quiet, we can do it right here.”

“You aren’t allowed to force me,” Mik snarled, “get away from me.”

“Shush.”

“Stop damn it. Stop!”

Souse stumbled back a step. Looked a bit dizzy and hit the floor. Edno stood over the Sidhe, dented frying pan in one hand, a dark look on his face.

“Care to explain to me how nothing turned into that?” Edno snapped at Mik.

“You just-” Mik motioned to Souse and then the frying pan, “Your own Sidhe?”

“And you’ve never gotten in a tumble with Paw?” Edno muttered, “Males tend to wrestle with their partners. We’ve have to …” Edno glanced down at Souse, “Adapt. Third frying pan I’ve dented, damn it. Heads like rocks, I swear to the gods, I don’t understand how bullets can do anything when cracking them upside the head only momentarily stuns them.”

“Momen-” Mik’s voice raised to a pitch he thought impossible, “tarily?”

“Mm, well it’s not like-”

Souse grabbed Mik’s ankle and yanked the man to the floor, smacking his head against the wall and causing him to see stars as teeth sunk into his shoulder. Mik made an annoyed sound, felt the pressure and smacked at Souse’s shoulder. When the teeth broke the skin Mik cried out in annoyance but couldn’t seem to feel…

…oh…

There were tiny little vents on the ceiling. The type that the military used in rooms they expected that they would have to gas.

How long until…



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