Blood Vane

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Inside the small infirmary of the Hillbern facility for wayward boys, Alistair Boot braced himself for the arrival of his long time rival and sometimes enemy Judge Royal Pope.

Both of them had grown up in the small town of Salem, Georgia and being the same age they had had the dubious pleasure of enjoying each others company from kindergarten all the way through high school and beyond. Since both had chosen a professional path that led them to deal with juvenile offenders, they had also had to deal with each other on a fairly regular basis as adults.

No one who knew either of them would ever try to tell you that they had ever liked each other. Being the two brightest and most athletic students in their year had led to heated competition between the two youngsters that had quickly escalated to a more personal dislike. Snide comments and thrown fist were a common occurrence throughout their high school career.

After finishing school the boys had separated with Alistair choosing to go to Clemson University to study agriculture and finance in preparation of one day running the facility, and Royal choosing to go to the University of Georgia to study the courses that would help him to become a judge.

And that ought to have been the end of it. Instead, a childhood rivalry that both men should have grown out of long ago had continued into a college rivalry that had come to a head one drunken weekend when both were home visiting their parents and had ended up with a lot of cursing and swearing and rolling around on the ground as they both desperately fought to finally establish dominance.

Still, that should have been the coup de grace. One last final battle between old enemies to conclusively settle their differences. It probably would have been too, if half way through their fight both men hadn’t been astounded to find themselves devouring the others mouth and frotting against each other with so much heat that a few moments later they were left equally shaken from the power of their orgasms and in desperate need of fresh underwear.

They had pretty much mutually run screaming in the opposite direction after it was over and neither had ever mentioned it again; but it was always there between them. A nine hundred pound gorilla sitting in the room taunting them every time they had to deal with one another, which as previously stated, had been quite often over the years.

Now in their early forties they had matured enough that they had managed to establish a somewhat amiable working relationship based on the mutual respect each had built over years of watching the other handle his job. They would never be comfortable around one another, the things that had always been between them still lingered too strongly for that, but at least it wasn’t open warfare any longer.

Still, Alistair wasn’t looking forward to having an angry Pope in his infirmary.

He didn’t look as the door swung open but the silver haired man couldn’t help stiffening as he heard the sharp intake of breath that came from behind him. He stood still as he felt more than saw Royal step up beside him.

Both stood in silence for a few moments just gazing down at the bruised and battered young man that lay on the bed before them. “How could this have happened Alistair?” Royal Pope whispered beside him.

The Hillbern facility, nasty reputation aside, housed mostly non violent offenders and this level of brutality hadn’t been seen inside its walls since Alistair Boot had taken things over after his father passed away.

Alistair finally glanced over at the other man. Damn! Royal was fucking gorgeous when he was mad! His cheeks were flushed and his anger made those dark eyes sparkle like black diamonds. The fact that he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip so that it was red and swollen didn’t help one little bit either.

Alistair berated himself to keep focused. He shook his head sadly and tore his eyes away from his visitors face. “I have no idea. I don’t know why anyone would want to hurt the boy.”

Royal continued chewing on his lip and Alistair continued trying to ignore it. “Do you think its safe to keep him here now?” the judge asked worriedly, “whoever did this might come back and try to finish the job.”

Alistair fidgeted beside him for a moment, looking everywhere but at those lips. “A guard will be posted outside overnight and Florence has agreed to stay with the boy.”

Royal almost smiled with relief. He didn’t know anyone brave enough to try to confront Flo when it came to one of her patients. The boy would be safe, at least for now.

Alistair nodded towards the bed, “It’s a nasty concussion but the doc seemed to think he would be just fine with plenty of bed rest. Right now he seems to be resting peacefully, but he has woken up a few times.”

Royal’s head snapped up. “Did he say who did this to him?”

Alistair shook his head no. “He seems confused and just kept begging to sleep, so that’s what we’ve been letting him do for now.”

Royal looked like he really hated to ask but, “W-was he raped?”

Alistair met the black intense gaze for the first time since the other man had appeared. “There were some abrasions but no semen. The doctor seemed to feel that he was'nt raped.”

Royal let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. “Thank God for that anyway.” he said softly.

They stood there for a few more minutes just staring down at the sleeping boy then Alistair surprised himself by asking, “Would … well… would you like to come to my office and have a drink?”

Royal stared at him like he had just lost his mind, “I-I just mean I think we both could use one.” Alistair stuttered.

Royal studied the nervous looking blond for a second before shocking himself by nodding yes.

Well… he quickly assured himself, he had only agreed because he really, really could use a stiff drink.


TBC...