Sympathy for the Devil

    It’s late when a bolt of thunder from Odin himself echoes through Maddox's loft, causing the detective to sit up in bed and pant hard.  Green eyes dart back and forth as he tries to get his bearings in the darkness.  "Avery?" He whispers and looks to his side, fingers feeling over the empty sheets.  Maddox remembers now.  Avery never showed up and it’s...........  He turns to look at his alarm clock, fingers carding through dark chocolate hair.  3:17a.m.  Now that his heart has stopped and started, Maddox swings his legs over the side of the bed and pulls on a pair of black sleep pants.  He hates being woken up like that.  He hates thunderstorms even more, especially bad ones like this.  He hasn't seen Avery in two days now following a rather heated argument over.......what was it again?  Maddox can't even remember.  As he makes his way into the kitchen he starts his coffee maker and then walks to his leather sofa and flops down, fingers pulling a small stack of files from the end table at his side.  He might as well work since he can't sleep, so he turns on a small reading light and begins to look over several open cases that he and his partner Ian are working on, mind unfocused.  He wonders if Avery is ok......if he's dry and sleeping well somewhere other than in that shit apartment he lives in.  That place needs to be condemned.  Its a festering haven for drug dealers, hookers and pimps.  Its no place for his angel.

   Avery trudged through the rain, pulling his leather jacket closer around him.  The small droplets sliding off of his blonde hair, dripping down onto his face, making him wince through the sheets of water.  He wondered how much further it would be to Maddox's warm apartment.  He had shirked the subway fee and hitched a ride uptown in the rain, thanking God for the momentary break of cover in this horrid weather.  He was now briskly walking up Maddox's street, eagerly wanting to make it into the lobby, not caring how much he drenched their carpets with his wet mud caked boots, only wanting to be close to the man he loved so much. A flash of lightning tore daylight into the dark of the night, thunder so close it was shaking the ground beneath him like an earthquake.

    The doorman looks as if he expired some time ago, dressed to the nine's and standing stoically in the lobby.  As he sees the......wet......grungy......and somewhat dishevelled man enter the building he stares.  "Can I help you sir?"

    Avery shot the old gentleman an icy glance. "Just stay out of my way...." He slithered, walking over to the elevator and physically punching the button for his lover's floor.  "Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave or I will be forced to call the....authorities" he says as he walks to his desk and puts a hand on the phone.

    "There's no need, my good man," Avery said, his voice becoming genteel, almost refined, "I'm just here to see a...colleague of mine.....don't trouble yourself, or I'll have to make some trouble myself." Avery leaned back against the elevator as the doors closed, blocking out the very confused and disturbed doorman.  The doorman looks rather perplexed at this turn of events.  Should he call the police or just let it go?  He decides that perhaps he'll wait and let the man on his way.

    Avery felt the elevator jolt to a stop gently and the little bell signalled his arrival. He stalked down to Maddox's door and pounded hard on it once. Maddox for the second time that night feels his heart beat out of his chest and he grips at it, eyes moving to the door.  When you are a detective you put away a lot of bad people.  People that threaten your life daily, swear they will find you when they get out and slit your throat.  Maddox sits up now and fingers curl around the grip of his .45 on the coffee table.  He walks slowly to the door and stands with his back to the side of it.  "Who is it and don't say pizza delivery cause I'll blow your head off" he calls out.  Avery pounds hard again, slow and continuous, fingers tingling along the hilt of the knife at his hip, hidden by his coat. He unclips the snap and draws it slightly, fist still banging on the door.  "That’s it…" Maddox mutters to himself and in one motion grips the loft door handle, slides the door open and has the gun cocked and aimed right at...............Avery's head?  "Are you fuckin insane?" he asks and looks up and down his hallway, arm lowering the gun now.  "Its 4am and I could of blown your head off......"

    Avery had drawn his blade the instant the door opened, pointing it at Maddox's throat. A sinister smile lit up Avery's eyes.  He lowered his own weapon and slid it home. "Hey there, baby...sleepless night?" Another peal of thunder crashed through the silence, lightning flickering across Avery's haggard face.  Maddox jumps a little at the thunder, eyes looking Avery over.  "You look like shit.  Talk about not sleeping.....or eating. Just Jack Daniels am I right?" He asks and steps aside for Avery to come in.  "Avery.......is..........that blood?" He asks as he looks at the man’s soaked stained jeans then notices a few bruises and cuts over Avery’s cheek and neck.  "Christ.....another fight?"

    "This is me, we're talking about after all, Maddy. If I'm not in fights, how else do I keep myself occupied?" Avery stepped inside, stripping off his jacket.  The soft buttery black leather revealed a torn up t-shirt wrapped tightly around Avery's midsection.  A large red stain spread like a virus across the ripped black shirt.  Maddox frowns and closes his eyes for a moment.  Christ.  He wonders why the fuck he's even in this relationship to begin with. A man who practically uses him for sex and a warm place to sleep.  A man who has never said I love you back.  Still...........Avery is his drug and Maddox is addicted.  Its like Avery is the needle in his arm.  "Jesus angel.........what the fuck is that..." he says and looks at the badly mangled shirt.

    "Oh, this? Nothing much. You should have seen the other guy...." Avery smirked and gently touched the red splotch, wincing slightly.  "God........is that.....a gunshot or a stab wound Avers?  You really should get medical help....." he says and walks to his kitchen.  "Come in here"

    "It's nothing, really, Maddy, don't worry about it. I'll be fine." But Avery strips off his open vest and walks into the kitchen obediently, knowing that Maddox will harp him all night if he doesn't just get it over and done with now. He'd never hear the end of it if he didn't let Maddy take care of him when he got injured and drunkenly wandered to Maddy's loft, bleeding all over the expensive furniture.

    Maddox pulls up a bar stool and has Avery sit on it then turns on a light and begins to cut away the shirt with some kitchen shears.  "Avery.....Christ.  How long do you think you can keep this up huh?  All of this.......this......fucking lifestyle of yours?  Your gonna die angel and............well..........you'll kill that part of me too..." he adds softly, almost under his breath.  Avery leans over with a wince and plants a kiss on Maddox's forehead. "If I'm gonna die, it'll be in your arms, Maddy." Letting his soft side be exposed for once, just like this gnarly painful wound in his side.

    Maddox closes his eyes as he hears the words and feels the kiss.  A sting in his eyes then and he has to clear his head.  Its moments like that, that make him Avery's practical slave.  As he peels away the last bandage he frowns and swallows at the sight of the two gashes over his lovers stomach come into view.  Gashes that scar over the word ‘outlaw’ so largely and prominently displayed in dark ink.  "Shit.....how long have you been bleeding out like this?" he asks as he grabs a wet towel and starts to clean around the wounds.  "You should have called......I would have come for you."

    Avery's mind steps into the gutter for a moment, thinking of how he would love to have Maddox come for him.  Only the dull ache in his side brought him back to reality, for now.  He leaned back and it showed on his face.  "I know you would have, but you have to understand, Maddy, that it's a point of pride with me that I can make it to you when I'm in such a state. It makes me stronger to push through the pain and make my way through the vicious elements to the one that I love."

    Maddox stops what he's doing then and turns his head to stare at Avery.  "W-What.......what did you say?" he asks softly.

    "I said that I become stronger if I'm able to lean heavily against your door, knowing that you are right on the other side, waiting for me....like you were tonight."

    "No you................" he says and looks away and into the medical kit he's grabbed from under his sink.  "Nevermind......and you know that.....no matter what I'll always be there for you, angel.  Promised ya that." he nods and sighs then stands and looks around.  He grabs a bottle of brandy from the counter and hands it to Avery.  "Here......your gonna wanna chug this.  This is gonna hurt like hell...."

    "Heh, like I haven't drunk enough. I'd have thought you had some alternative motive, Maddy..." Avery said, taking a deep swig from the bottle in his fist.

    “Shut up, Avers." He says as he grabs a bottle from an overhead cabinet and shakes out two pills and holds them out.  "Here......painkillers....strong ones.  If I'm gonna stitch ya up while your conscious your gonna want these."

    "Should I be...." Avery glances between the bottle in his fist and the pills in his palm.

    "Well that’s up to you.  You wanna like....drink yourself stupid first?"

    "Do I ever need an excuse?" He chuckles. "You know, you're a brave one, Maddy, stitching up a conscious, inebriated hard-ass biker like me. You never know, in my pain-blinded rage I might lay you out on your own kitchen floor."

    "You have before" He says and sighs then starts to put thread through a needle.  "Remember two months ago?  Ya’ cold-cocked me and then passed out.  You came to before I did" He nods.

    "Oh yeah...." Avery said, smirking.  "I suppose...." He tossed the pills back with a swig of the brandy, "That you'd better get started before dawn breaks. Another peal of thunder shook the windows. Avery chugged at the bottle, bracing himself against the counter.  Maddox sighs and waits another few minutes until Avery's eye lids are a bit more heavy then slips the metal through his lovers skin and winces as he does.  He hates doing this.  Its not his thing.  He's not a surgeon for a reason. Cutting into people grosses him out a little though the alternative is worse.  Watching his lover slowly bleed to death on his kitchen floor.  He feels Avery's stomach muscles clenching around the needle and pulls it out, the black thread behind it, then in again.

    Avery winces, small painful sounds fluttering from his lips.  He's thankful that Maddox is the one to do this for him. He wouldn't dare let a stranger surgeon touch his scarred flesh. That privilege is left for Maddox and Maddox alone.  After a good twenty minutes Maddox pulls the last of the threads tight and uses a lighter to melt the plastic like threads together to create a seam.  Avery's eyes are closed and Maddox reaches up now and slips a hand into the side of the man’s hair.  "Angel?  You awake?" He whispers over the sound of pouring rain.  Avery's eyes flutter open, his face a twitching mask of pain. Struggling to sit up he registers the feel of Maddox's sweaty hand against the side of his face. Leaning into it he kisses the palm lovingly, thankful for this observant, diligent man.  "Ohh....nngh...Oww....." Avery groans, fingers starting to fly to the  patchwork wound in his side.

    "Hey knock it off." Maddox says as he takes Avery's hand into his own.  "Leave that alone." He nods, hands now taking bandages to wrap around the mans stomach to keep him from messing with it.  "What about your club Avery? Won't they be looking for you?  You can't go out for a few days."

    Avery's eyes swam slightly, still drunk from earlier that evening and just moments ago, the alcohol both numbing and accentuating the pain. "It's ok....nng....things like this happen to us all the time....Black Jack was the last one gone on hiatus with a bullet to the shoulder." Avery chuckled, "It took 3 guys to hold him down and dig the shrapnel out, cauterize the wound....he wouldn't stop cursing in French. Liam was the only one who could understand him. Those damn crazy ass bastards. Liam said that Jack would kill us all once his wounds healed."

    "Sounds lovely...." He mutters and then stands and puts all of the bloody rags and tools in the sink.  After a needed swig of the brandy he places it on the counter and looks at Avery.  He looks......weak.  That’s strange as Avery is always acting so tough and invincible.  Maddox knows the truth.  He's just a man like he is.  "Come on...I'll help you to the bed" He says and offers his hand.

    Avery grips Maddox's hand tightly, standing on shaky legs. He stumbles forward, leaning heavily against Maddox's shoulder, breathing in his rich scent.  The musky smell of a forest at midnight accosts his senses, his body warming to Maddox's touch. He wants to crush him to the counter and lift those legs high, bending Maddox's body to his will, to his scandalously dangerous touch. But he can barely stand on his own two feet. What makes him think that he has the strength left to be a dominating lover now? But a secret plan is forming in Avery's scar-addled mind.

    Maddox puts Avery's arm around his shoulder then walks slowly with him to his bedroom.  It smells like leather and spice and one of the man’s expensive colognes.  "Here......fuck the sheets" he says and lays Avery on the bed then begins to undo his jeans.

    'Fuck on the sheets.' Avery's brain retorts.  The rag-doll man slumps on the edge of the bed. He hopes that Maddox won't notice the growing hardness between his legs. But he can't help himself. Maddox has only been wearing a pair of black lounge pants this whole time, that sculpted chest glistening with a sheen of sweat after the stress of patching up Avery.  The biker relaxes against those sure fingers.

    Maddox carefully tugs Avery's jeans off then tosses them aside, a smirk on his face now.  "Avery.....only you could get hard with two stab wounds to your side and God knows how much booze in your system." He says as he looks at the bulge in his lovers boxer briefs.

     "Well, I am a special case after all, aren't I?" Avery flashes a knowing smile at Maddox, his eyes betraying all of the secret knowledge Avery knows about his lover. All of the late nights and early mornings spent in choking bliss, the painful pleasures that they share.  "Special is a good word for you, yeah." He says and chuckles then slips the man’s underwear off and wonders now what to do.  He could suck Avery off but the orgasm would cause his stomach to clench and that would be rather painful, or he can just try to get Avery to relax and sleep a little for what he believes is the first time in days. 

"Angel.........come on.  I love you too much to hurt you like whatever fucker did this to you...." He says and runs fingers over the bandages.  "I swear I'll fucking arrest them tomorrow."

    "But what about tonight, Maddy?" Avery teased slightly, glancing down at his strong erection bobbing against his stomach. "Don't I get a little reward for making it to you without passing out? What about letting you patch me up? It seems like you're the one who desperately needs some attention, something to take the stress off....this thunderstorm and my drunken battered ass falling through your door like a maniac." Avery trails his fingers along Maddox's clothed inner thigh, lightly brushing the gentle curve of his lover's cock with his index and middle fingers, a sly smile shining in the light filtering in from the kitchen.

    Maddox swallows hard and lets off a soft breath, the fingers making him as hard as a diamond.  "A-Avery." He hisses and instinctively pushes into the hand a little though he knows its selfish.  "We can’t…" He whispers.

    "Don't you want to, though?" Avery's fingers press a little harder, feeling the strong vein twitch beneath Maddox's pants. Avery's eyes slipped closed, tongue wetting his parting lips seductively as he palmed the warm spot between his lover's legs.  His hand slid up, pressing hard against Maddox's body.

    "Ughnnn...." Maddox groans and tips his head down, eyes closed even tighter.  Dear God.  That touch was like Satan’s.  Tempting and full of lust and all of the things that are flooding the detective’s brain.  "A-Angel...." He hisses and tries to control his now ragged breath.  "Fine......but just.......let me, ok?" He whispers and stands then takes off his sleep pants and tosses them aside.  After turning off the lights he moves back into bed and straddles Avery's hips, hand moving to the lube on the nightstand.  "We gotta be careful, ok? This ain't like.....the rough shit we usually have.  Your fucking hurt and a bit seriously, ok?  We pop those stitches and your gonna be in a pain box got it?" He nods.

    Avery nods, understanding completely how careful they have to be. But he can barely wait.  Those sinister fingers dance along Maddox's sides, dipping eagerly into the crevices of his hips, sliding up to run devilishly over those sensitive nipples, wanting to hear sweet unrestrained moans falling from his lover's lips like a song.  He leans carefully and plants nipping kisses along Maddox's flat sternum, his fingers drifting absentmindedly across shaking thighs.

    "Fuck, baby." He hisses as he drizzles lube over Avery's erection, a hand now massaging it into the hot flesh, tugging up and down and gliding under his balls.  "You’re so fuckin’ sexy baby.......God I've missed your touch..." He says almost pathetically as he tosses the lube bottle aside absently.  They'd find it in the morning as usual.  Poor thing, always getting thrown across the room.  "Avery.......tell me......." He whispers now.  "Tell me that you haven't been with anyone else while we were apart."

    Avery looks up into Maddox's eyes, cupping his lover's chin with a gentle hand, those blue orbs dark as night. "I promise you, Maddy," Avery whispered, his voice husky in the silent room, "You are the only one who will ever feel my touch, kiss my lips, feel me inside of you....always...." A serious gentle smile split his face.

    Maddox knows of Avery’s seedy past with hookers and strippers but that was four years ago now.  Four years ago that they met and Avery saved his life and took it at the same time.  "And you know I belong to you, Angel." He nods and leans down to capture the man’s mouth against his own, lips melting with his lover’s.  A moment later he breaks the kiss and slips his hands up into the sides of Avery’s dirty blond hair.  "God I love you Aves......ya gotta stop worrying me like this...." He says as he grinds his ass into Avery's cock.

    Avery gasps, a mixture of pleasure and pain.  He desperately wants to take over the situation, but doing so would mean a verbal beating by Maddy about his carelessness. He knows that the pain he feels now would be ten times worse then, knowing how he had hurt his lover emotionally. He promised Maddox that only physical pain would ever enter their relationship. He had tried to hold true to that statement, but with his current lifestyle it was hard to keep his word.  Avery shuddered, feeling the tight press of Maddox's flesh against his own, the slick lube easing his way.  The biker's fingers dug into Maddox's hips, forcing him down further, wanting to feel those velvet walls clench around him in ecstasy.

    Maddox hisses and curls his fingers into the sheets at the side of Avery's head, fingertips turning white as he grips harder.  A long deep groan of pain leaves his lips as he feels Avery pass the first tight ring deep within him.  His hips want to pull up, to remove the pain from his body but he pushes down more now to take in as much of Avery as he can.  He grunts as he feels the second ring penetrated and now he can tell Avery is as deep as humanly possible.  "F-Fuck...." He whispers to the side of the man’s ear.  "Fuckin’ God........so........tight." He groans and starts to move up and down slowly.  It will give way to pleasure soon but getting past the first part is never fun.

    “I should be the one saying that….”Avery hisses through clenched teeth, the pleasure building like molten iron in the pit of his stomach. He resists the urge to stroke Maddy hard, wanting to delay their climaxes as long as possible. Though it is quite tempting to want to see that halo of dark chocolate hair tossed back in the throes of lust, feeling Maddox’s cock twitch violently in his palm, stroking his lover for all he’s worth. Which to Avery is a lot.

    Maddox is panting hard now and starting to move faster.  He wants to grip himself.  To stroke fast and give himself the release he so desperately needs and wants.  It’s almost torture now as he looks down at Avery with half pleading eyes.  "Aves.....please baby.......something..." He moans as he moves, his own erection pulsing out a string of prejack onto Avery’s hard stomach.

    "You want me to do something about this?" Avery questions, swiping his thumb across the weeping head of his lover's cock, a sly smile creasing his features. Maddox hunches over now, his long hair brushing over Avery’s chest.  "Y-yes...." He groans and nods, face hidden from the other man.

    Avery's smile widens, "I don't think I really want to." His fingers leaving Maddox's twitching shaft, brushing his moist thumbs across those dusky nipples. "I'd rather play with something else." He pinches the tender buds between his fingers, the pressure tightening deliciously.

    Maddox shivers at the touch and moves faster now, needing the feeling from his lover. The touch.  Its heroin to Maddox.  "A-Angel...........ahhhh God..." He groans and looks up.  "Please.........uhnnnnn let me.....touch it......."

    Avery's fingers release the silver bars and his fingers trail teasingly down Maddox's sides, curling under his lover's balls, squeezing tightly. "How much do you need it?"

    "FUCK!" He almost screams, body curling in on itself as he feels his cock throbbing madly as he knows Avery has to be close to releasing inside of him.  What if.......Avery didn’t let him come?  Jesus.  He hopes that isn’t the case.

    "Tell me, Maddy." Avery's voice low in his throat, husky, dripping with sensual promises. "Tell me how badly you want me to touch you, to give you release...." His eyes lowered to slits, his face a mask of expectation, passion-filled expectation.

    ‘You have to be kidding!’  That’s all Maddox can think as he stares at Avery, body slipping up and down the thick rod he's embedded on. "I.......Fuck......want......please....need..." He groans and grits his teeth, his face now masked with a sheen of sweat.

    Avery slid his fingers up along the underside of Maddox's throbbing cock, thumb brushing across the tip again. He slid the digit down below the head, pressing hard, fingers curling around his lover's shaft tightly, squeezing almost painfully. "Tell me, Maddy, or I won't let you tonight.....how much do you need it?"

    "Ahhhhhh" Maddox hunches over even further now as the pain becomes almost too much for him.  Avery has pushed the bounds before to the edge and this is as close as he's been. "A-Avery..........please Angel..........please.......I fuckin’ need it bad...." He whimpers almost pathetically.

    “Good boy." Avery rewards him with a long hard stroke, his hand twisting at the head, pushing back down again, stretching the skin tightly, his hand working faster, the other reaching between them to squeeze Maddox's balls, rolling them between his fingers, his middle finger stroking behind them teasingly.

    Maddox groans loud and deep now as he moves on Avery’s cock faster than he had been before, careful of the bandages around the mans stomach.  "Not.......gonna last....." He hisses as he looks down and watches his lover’s fingers around his length.

    Avery bites his lip, feeling Maddy pulse hard around him.  He watches entranced at his hand working feverishly on his lover's cock, glancing up to see that halo of chocolate hair sticking sweet and sweaty to Maddox's forehead. "Do it, baby.........let me see you............dirty yourself for me........Come for me, Maddy."

    Oh Christ! That was the end for Maddox, those words enough to make him come on his own.  He sucks in a deep breath as he opens his mouth, no sound leaving his lips as his legs and stomach spasm, his release painting the outlaw’s stomach in a fine milky liquid.  It’s then that he lets out his breath, a long guttural moan that echoes through the lofts industrial walls.  It’s exactly what he needed.

    Avery feels those molten walls clench around him, those tanned thighs shuddering over his hips, feeling like his soul has been swallowed whole by that sucking intense heat.  He lets a throaty moan escape his burning lungs, hips twitching as he shoots his load deep into Maddox's body, feeling like he could never go deep enough. Wanting to stay joined like this forever. 'This is Heaven.' Avery thought, 'This is pure bliss.' Seeing Maddy so completely undone, body shaking with the overwhelming pulse of his orgasm, mouth slack in pleasure, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, all of the pent up desire raging hard behind those glassy orbs.

    A moment later the spent detective rolls carefully off of his lover and lays on the bed, eyes unfocused at the ceiling.  "Oh......my God...." He whispers as he heaves for breath, mind focused on the feeling of warm sticky fluids leaking out of his backside. "Are you......ok?"

    "Nngh...." Avery winces slightly, struggling to sit up on his elbows, glancing at his exhausted lover lying heavily beside him, "Sooooo worth it." He flashes a sultry wink at Maddox.

    Maddox smiles a little now and sighs. "Fuck.......come here Angel" He says and holds out an arm.  "We can clean up in the morning...."

    Avery lies down and turns into the gentle arms of his lover. He lies there content and sleepy for a few minutes before a cheeky idea rears its head. His fingers sneak down past Maddox's hips to cover his flaccid erection.  Avery presses down gently, rubbing his lover between the legs, always loving the noises that Maddy makes when Avery is in a playful mood.

    "Avery....." He hisses.  "I have to get up in two hours to work.  Look.....let me sleep a little and I'll make it up to you...."

    "But I can't help it...." Avery whines, gently nipping at the side of Maddy's neck, "How am I supposed to just lie here and sleep with you looking so fuckin' hot? It makes me all excited again........" Avery pushed his hips forward rubbing his half-hard erection against Maddox's thigh. "Just say you're sick or something....you need a day off eventually, and how better to spend your day off than by 'taking care' of your injured boyfriend, hmmm?" The nips turned into full-fledged passionate kisses peppering the side of the detective's neck.

    Maddox moans deeply now as he tips his head back to give Avery better access to his throat and jaw line.  "I.......we're working a ...big case.  I ......can't just.....not go in."

    "Sure you can...." Avery whispers huskily, fingers sliding teasingly along Maddox's hardening erection, his plan working like a charm. "Just say something 'came up'." His fingers curl deviously against Maddox's hot flesh. "I NEED you Maddy." Sharp teeth slide against Maddox's ear, that sinful velvety tongue slipping along the lobe.

    "But...........but I......." He stammers as he tries to remember that he is a detective and has responsibility and...........that silver tongued snake was taking over his body and mind.  "Avery.........I..........I just............" He says softly and sighs.  "Fine.....let me at least call Ian..."

    Avery tried to suppress the devilish smirk that was threatening to split his face in two.  He sat up carefully and pushed Maddox back down to the sheets, gripping his lover's thighs, spreading those strong legs.

    "Oh God.....Avery you....you need to take it easy Angel...." He says as he tries to close his legs but the man is strong and it’s a losing battle.

    "Don't worry, Maddy. I'll be careful......" He leaned down and licked at the pulse point of Maddox's throat, his lips brushing the detective's ear, "I'm going to fuck you nice and slow..........."

    Maddox lets off a hot breath, body still coming down off of his last orgasm.  Avery is the devil.  He's sure of it now.  The way the man talks and acts.  His devil.  "A-Avers.........yeah....." He nods.

    "Just how you like it......." Those fingers traced patterns on Maddox's thighs, his thumbs pushing into the deep crevice's of the detective's hips.

    As Maddox started to gear up for round two Avery suddenly collapsed to the bed, a slightly pained expression on his face. Maddox bolted up in shock and realized that his lover was out cold. He figured it would be a good idea to finally put his exhausted angel to bed and make that call, after all, Avery would need someone to look after him for at least a day and make sure he didn't drink anymore or bust his stitches doing something stupid.