Chapter 51
The Sex Beest Pad
Dr. Duerr and his crew were in Glocek Town at a vacant lot they purchased to place the mobile home they designed for Maxx. After Maxx destroyed Anthony’s cabin, Dr. Duerr held him at the facility until they could build a home to withstand Maxx’s supersonic screams and a place where they could monitor Maxx at all hours.
It was a long mobile home with gray siding and a curved metal roof. Strings of lights adorned the roof trim, and heart stickers were placed on the siding. Above the aluminum door was a pink and white striped door hood and steps leading up to a small patio. A gravel path led up to the steps and an area with a picnic table.
On the lot, there were poles with strings of lights, shrubbery, and an inflatable kiddie pool. A black car pulled up and Maxx stepped out. He wore a pink zoot suit with the jacket opened to expose his bare orange chest and torso, star-shaped sunglasses, a large pink pimp hat, and long pink boots. Rock followed after him and wore a red sequin long jacket to expose his chest and torso, gold sequin pants, and long green sequin boots.
Maxx gaped at the house.
Maxx: “What da fuck is DIS?!”
He stomped his foot. Dr. Duerr removed his sunglasses and smiled tightly at Maxx.
Dr. Duerr: “Good morning, my wonderful creature! This is your new home!”
He extended his hand out to it. Maxx grimaced.
Maxx: “NAH-AH! It’s too small!”
He stomped his boot. Rock held his forefinger up.
Rock: “Yes, buddy! It’s too small for A-Rad to get their big butt inside of it!”
He grinned. Maxx’s face lit up and he cackled.
Maxx: “OOOOHHH YEAH! Fatley is too fat to get in here! Dis is da Sex Beest Pad!”
Maxx shot his fist in the air. Dr. Duerr nodded.
Dr. Duerr: “Shall we take a tour inside?”
He put his hand on Maxx’s shoulder and led him in.
The large neon pink room was a living room and kitchen combination. There were heart and lip mark stickers, neon lights in the shape of hearts, lips, Maxx, several portraits of Maxx, and lights draped on the walls. To the far left was a red sofa in the shape of lips, a bar with pink frosted glass sides, white marble countertops and pink leather stools. In front of the lips sofa was a big screen TV.
To the right, was a small kitchen with blue cupboards, blue counters, and a mint green fridge and microwave. There were pink bar chairs to sit at the counter.
A neon light sign hung above the door that said, “Sex Beest.” The walls were leopard print, lights draped on the ceiling, and striped neon lights on each side of Maxx’s bed, which was a bed with a leopard print quilt and a black and red upholstered headboard. On the right side of the bed was a heart-shaped nightstand, and a drawer with stereo was on the other end of the room. Under the bed was a leopard print rug.
Maxx pouted in his bedroom.
Maxx: “NAH-AH!”
He stomped his foot.
Dr. Duerr: “Is this not to your liking, my magnificent creature?”
Maxx: “Where’s da lady babes?! My bedroom needs lady babes!”
He whined.
Dr. Duerr: “That will come soon hopefully.”
He smiled at him.
Rock examined the house, noting the various cameras placed everywhere in the house. Maxx will have no privacy and he doesn’t notice this or care. Dr. Duerr took Maxx and led him to his sofa.
Dr. Duerr: “Maxx…, you destroyed your former housemate’s cabin… What prompted such… a scream?”
Maxx gaped owlishly at Dr. Duerr.
Maxx: “Uh, what?”
Dr. Duerr cleared his throat.
Dr. Duerr: “What made you scream to destroy Anthony’s cabin?”
Maxx blinked.
Maxx: “I did that?”
Dr. Duerr nodded soberly. Maxx smiled.
Maxx: “Dat was rockin’!”
Dr. Duerr: “Of course, but why?”
Maxx gaped at Dr. Duerr and blinked.
Maxx: “I dunno, old man! I know Maxxy is sexy but Maxxy only fucks da lady babes!”
He huffed. Dr. Duerr smiled tightly and patted Maxx’s shoulder.
Dr. Duerr: “Don’t you worry, my wonderful creature. We will find out what caused it eventually.”
He rose and put his sunglasses on. He took a deep breath and left the mobile home.
Dr. Duerr went down the steps and turned to one of the men in suits.
Dr. Duerr: “Contact Dr. Cedar Garafano. I want him here to help with my research on my creature.”
He instructed. The man nodded and opened the car door for him.
~
Craig lay in a hospital bed with his arm and leg in a cast. He had his casted leg lifted. His head was in bandages and he had a neck brace on. Fabien entered and sat by him. He wore a black Nuklear Intoxikation shirt, jeans, and flip-flops. Craig’s spirits lifted when he saw Fabien.
Craig: “Fabien?!”
He shifted in his bed, to reach out to him. He winced in pain and then pouted when it dawned on him that he couldn’t move his arms and legs. Shame and disappointment washed over him and he heaved a deep sigh. Fabien knit his eyebrows.
Fabien: “You’re not supposed to move for a bit.”
He put his hands on his sore arm very tenderly.
Craig: “So, I’m useless…”
His bottom lip trembled. Fabien frowned and shook his head.
Fabien: “No, Craig! Why would you say that? You’re going to get better…”
He said gently and put his arms around him.
Craig: “Cos… I couldn’t protect you…”
He said in a small voice and pouted his lips.
Craig: “How the fuck am I supposed to protect ya NOW?!”
He whined, swinging his broken arm and legs.
Fabien: “I will be fine, Craig… My father went back and you will get better. Celeste saved me from my demise and I am fine now.”
He said softly as he locked his gaze on him and traced his thumb over his mouth.
Craig: “...It should have been ME to save you!”
He cried. Fabien rested his forehead on Craig’s.
Fabien: “I know, Craig…”
He whispered.
He slid off his flip-flops and climbed into bed with Craig, putting his arm over him. He didn’t know what to say to make him feel better, so he just lay with him and put his arm on him. Craig’s bottom lip trembled.
Craig: “What good am I if I can’t protect ya?!”
Fabien: “You came to save me.”
He sighed.
Craig: “Yeah, but I didn’t save ya…”
He cried. Fabien put his hand on Craig’s chest.
Fabien: “I am here with you now. Shouldn’t that matter?”
He knit his eyebrows.
Craig: “And what if you weren’t here cos of me? Cos I couldn’t save you… then what?”
He knit his eyebrows.
Fabien: “Tristan and Celeste were already on this case, and she did save me. You couldn’t have broken that glass, Craig.”
He replied. Craig bowed his head and pouted.
Fabien: “Would you rather I drowned over her saving me?”
He said sadly.
Craig: “Fuck no! What if she ain’t around ‘n it’s just me?!”
He cried.
Craig: “I should be able to save you…”
He whimpered. Fabien caressed his face.
Fabien: “You saved me from Jaxon… and your father.”
He smiled tenderly.
Fabien: “And there will be many more times you save me.”
He said gently.
Craig: “...R-Really?!”
He smiled a bit. Fabien smiled back and nodded.
Fabien: “I know it.”
He said as his green eyes sparkled.
Fabien: “Since you can’t eat your usual food for a while, I made you spicy chicken soup. I don’t know many men who could do this but you could.”
He purred and held up a thermos, opening it for him. Craig brightened and salivated at the waft of spicy homemade chicken soup.
Craig: “Do what? Eat spicy chicken soup?”
He asked.
Fabien: “Eat anything spicy.”
He laughed, poured the soup into a bowl and spooned some up to feed to Craig. Craig took mouthfuls of the spicy soup, savoring the flavor as the spices danced on his tongue.
Craig: “Fuck yeah, this is fuckin’ delicious! Cheers, Fab!”
He beamed and kissed him.
Fabien: “You saved my cooking, too.”
He chuckled and fed him.
Fabien: “Before I met you, I didn’t cook. I knew how to but didn’t.”
He admitted. Craig's eyebrows rose surprisingly.
Craig: “Seriously?”
Fabien nodded.
Fabien: “Gus will eat anything, even your stinky socks, and cook for myself? I didn’t feel it was worth it but now I’m cooking every day because of you, so don’t sell yourself short.”
He smiled and tilted his head.
Craig: “Don't sell yaself short either! You're a better cook than glitter cupcake fatty magnet!”
He guffawed. Fabien laughed with him.
Fabien: “Thank you, Craig.”
He said softly with a smile.
~
Jaxon was in a few rooms away from Craig, in his bed, and wore blue and white striped pajamas the hospital gave him. He was supposed to be released today but the doctors didn’t sign the release papers yet.
Someone knocked on the doorframe. It was a white man with a receding hairline and wore an ill-fitting gray wool suit. He smiled gently at Jaxon.
Man: “Hello, are you Axion Jaxon? I’m a big fan.”
He said meekly.
Jaxon: “Yep, that's me! What, do you want an autograph or something?”
He beamed smugly.
Man: “Oh, I would, but more importantly: I know who is behind the ‘Mummy Metal’ album cover.”
He rubbed his hands.
Jaxon: “WHO?! Tell me!”
He commanded.
The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a tape recorder. He pressed play.
Blake: “Hey, didn’t you run off with some big dick rockstar at a hotel? The name ‘Axion Jaxon’ and the big stupid hair didn’t tip you off that he was another Maxxy Malone?”
The man sighed.
Man: “Blake Sabatini is confronting everyone who loves your work and saying you’re another Maxx Malone rip-off.”
He concluded.
Jaxon: “Who the HELL is this Blake guy?!”
He seethed.
Man: “He’s the boyfriend of the owner of Måneravn. This is who he is.”
He pulled out a picture of Blake mowing a lawn. Jaxon scoffed.
Jaxon: “Of course, he’s a death metal guy.”
He huffed, observing his “Possesed Pestilence” shirt.
Jaxon: “They’re a bunch of douches.”
He huffed. The man nodded.
Man: “Well, I thought you should know who did that to you. The man has it out for you.”
Jaxon: “He’ll pay for crossing Axion Jaxon!”
He groused. The man slid the business card for Måneravn to him.
Man: “He should be there.”
The doctor entered and forced a smile at Jaxon.
Doctor: “Sorry, Jackson. Someone took a stroke and I had to tend to their needs first.”
He said with bitterness in his tone.
Jaxon: “It’s Jaxon.”
He corrected him.
Jaxon: “Let me out of here! I have a score to settle!”
He commanded, gripping the Måneravn card. The doctor drew an exasperated breath and handed him release papers, not wanting to deal with him any longer.
The man quietly stepped out and transformed back into Rock with a big grin on his face.
~
Tristan was driving through Little Tokyo on his way to Måneravn. He wore a black turtleneck sweater, light brown pants, a light gray trench coat, and black Oxfords on his feet. Ivy gave him a flyer she made for Måneravn about scented wax melts and tea light burners. He loved nice smells and figured they would help him relax while he read.
He parked in front of the store and saw a black 1980 Ford Falcon parked in front. Tristan raised his eyebrows. I guess Blake being here should be no surprise to me, he thought and parked on the sideroad, neighboring the store. He got out of the car and entered the store. He saw Andreas at the counter and Blake by him.
Tristan: “Greetings.”
He smiled and nodded to them.
Andreas: “Hello, what can I do for you, Tristan?”
He asked.
Blake: “Did you need more newspapers?”
Tristan shook his head.
Tristan: “Not for a while. I’m actually looking for a tealight burner and some wax melts. I’d love to have a nice scent while I read and drink a cup of tea.”
He told them. Andreas nodded and gestured to his candle shelf. There were various-sized colored and scented candles, each with different labels with magick implications.
Andreas: “Any scents, in particular?”
Tristan: “I love floral scents… Fresh and clean scents are nice. Woody scents make me think of Deimos, my rugged man.”
He smiled and shivered, thinking of Deimos’ cologne.
Before Andreas could point him to something, a red 1985 Toyota Celica GTS convertible, rammed into Blake’s car. Blake shot up from his seat and marched out the door to investigate.
Blake: “HEY! What the fuck?!”
He threw his arms up and yelled at the driver, who was Jaxon.
Blake: “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
He bellowed. Jaxon barged out of his car and marched up to him.
Jaxon: “What the fuck do you think YOU’RE doing messing with me?!”
He shoved him. Blake staggered back and braced his feet apart to prepare for a battle.
Blake: “What on Reona are you even talking about?! You’re just another Maxxy Malone wannabe dickhead rockstar! All I did was point out facts!”
He said gruffly. Jaxon gaped at him.
Jaxon: “Mummy metal?! You think that’s funny?!”
He hissed. Blake folded his arms and chuckled a bit.
Blake: “Didn’t that bogan asshole beat you up?”
Jaxon’s fury soared.
Jaxon: “Do you believe everything you read in the tabloids?!”
Blake shrugged.
Blake: “I have to have something proven to me before I believe it and it is proven you’re just another Maxxy Malone wannabe.”
He said evenly.
Jaxon: “I’m nothing like that clown!”
Blake: “You’re throwing a tantrum because of an album cover and because Tristan wouldn’t sleep with you. How is that not like Maxx?”
Jaxon: “It’s not like he’d want to sleep with you! You’re not old and fat like Deimos!”
He fired back. Blake arched an eyebrow. Is he seriously as stupid as Maxx? He wondered.
The door swung open and Tristan stepped out to see the commotion.
Tristan: “Everything okay?”
He locked his gaze on Jaxon.
Tristan: “Feeling better, Jaxon?”
He smiled at him.
Jaxon: “Yeah, until death metal douche over here thought it was funny to make a mockery out of me in a body cast!”
He glared at Blake. Blake chuckled.
Tristan: “Ah, I wondered why the album cover seemed more death metal than glam metal, and that explains it all.”
He said dryly.
Blake: “Frankly, I think it’s an improvement.”
He chuckled darkly.
Andreas came out of the store to hand Tristan his purchases.
Tristan: “Thank you, Andreas.”
Andreas pursed his lips at Jaxon’s car that rammed into Blake’s car.
Andreas: “What the hell happened here?”
Jaxon scoffed.
Jaxon: “You’re the psychic. You tell me.”
Andreas paused to observe his surroundings.
Andreas: “You’re illusioned about something and have no insurance so you have to pay a hefty bill to Blake?”
He quipped.
Jaxon: “Fuck off, I’m not paying for that until he removes all traces of ‘Mummy Metal’!”
He fired back.
Blake: “I think it’s an improvement.”
He chuckled darkly. Andreas flicked his gaze to Blake and caught on. He knew Blake wouldn’t do this, but wanted to play along with him.
Andreas: “What’s wrong with Mummy Metal?”
He asked. Jaxon gaped at him.
Jaxon: “What do you MEAN what’s wrong with it?! He’s making a mockery of me and making me look bad!”
Andreas blinked at him.
Andreas: “How does it make you look bad? It’s not like you were screaming at people in a hotel cigar lounge because they wouldn’t have sex with you. That would make you look bad.”
He said dryly, recalling what he saw in that tabloid magazine.
Tristan: “Yes, Blake, perhaps you should have used the picture of Jaxon screaming at me in the cigar lounge because I refused to have sex with him.”
He said wryly.
Jaxon: “How could you choose that fat old fuck over me?”
He scoffed.
Andreas quirked an eyebrow and looked over at Tristan. Does he seriously think he’s with that old man? Is he that dense?
Tristan: “I don’t know, Jaxon, love is skin deep.”
He said dryly and shrugged.
Tristan: “I love someone because they treat me well, understand me, and are kind to me. I don’t base my feelings solely on what someone looks like. It’s a novel idea, I am sure.”
He rolled his eyes. Blake quirked an eyebrow looking confused.
Blake: “What’s so wrong with Deimos?”
Tristan: “Nothing at all, Blake. He’s my knight in shining armor, always there to rescue me.”
He swooned. Andreas caught on that Jaxon believed this old man to be Deimos and he was messing with him.
Tristan: “And he is very handsome. I am one lucky guy.”
He laughed a bit and smiled.
Jaxon gaped at him.
Jaxon: “Oh, please. He’s as fat as an elephant!”
Blake: “...Deimos? He’s not fat? He’s more toned than me.”
He looked at him, confused. Jaxon gaped at him.
Jaxon: “What, are you BLIND?!”
Andreas looked away to stumble over a laugh.
Andreas: “No. Are you blind? Deimos is clearly a handsome man.”
He played along. Jaxon gaped at him.
Jaxon: “WHAT?! Have you all lost your damn minds?!”
Tristan: “Apologies if you disagree, Jaxon.”
He sighed, feigning sadness.
Blake: “...I don’t understand any of this? You’re giving me a headache.”
He said to Jaxon.
Someone drove up to the store on a Kawasaki Ninja 600RX. She parked the motorcycle in front of Jaxon’s Toyota and shut the bike off. She wore a leather jacket, black leather chaps, and black heel boots, and took off the helmet. It was Celeste.
Celeste: “Hey, Andreas! I’m going to your shop to look around! Oh, it’s the Mummy Metal guy! I’ll buy your album when it drops!”
She waved to Jaxon.
Jaxon: “I’m NOT the mummy metal guy!”
He fired at her.
Blake: “You’re going to have to pay for that.”
He pointed to his car.
Celeste: “Andreas, do you have boxes for feet? I want to become a witch and transform Tristan, Victor, and Fabien into just feet.”
She drawled. Tristan heaved a deep sigh. Andreas quirked an eyebrow at her.
Tristan: “Just send the bill to his manager, Blake.”
He suggested exasperatedly.
Blake: “All right I will.”
Andreas: “It doesn’t quite work like that… but I do have some spell boxes.”
He explained.
Celeste: “May I see?”
She asked and entered the store. Andreas nodded and led her to the shelves of various boxes in the corner of the store. The boxes were crafted by Blake and painted and decorated by Andreas, containing various spell items in each of them. Each contained feathers, incense, herbs, and crystals.
Andreas: “You write your intention on this paper and put it in the box.”
He explained. Celeste’s violet eyes lit up.
Celeste: “OOOOH! Feet boxes! These would be perfect for Tristan’s, Victor’s, and Fabien’s feetsies!”
She said and took three of them. Andreas blinked at her.
Andreas: “...Feet boxes? Sure. The intention you set is up to you.”
He shrugged.
Celeste: “I love tickling their feet a lot! I ate Slime Slurps off Tristan’s and Fab’s feet the other day!”
She said as she took the boxes to his counter. Andreas looked awkwardly.
Andreas: “Oh, cool!”
He gave a thumbs up, not knowing what to say to that.
Celeste: “Are you ticklish?”
She asked. Andreas glanced up at Blake who shook his head and waved his hand. He then turned back to Celeste.
Andreas: “No.”
He cleared his throat.
Celeste: “That’s too bad. Tristan and his dad, Victor, are.”
Tristan heaved a deep sigh.
~
Tristan, Deimos, Celeste, and Makayla were eating pizza, wings, fries, and onion rings they ordered from Pizzas, Gyros, & More, and watching TV in the kitchen.
They saw a commercial with a swimming pool. Maxx came out in a neon green mankini and long pink boots. He laid down and posed in front of the pool making a pouty face for an awkward two minutes. Deimos shifted his eyes. Tristan cleared throat and ate the toppings off his pizza with his fork. Celeste chewed on her wings. Makayla seethed at the sight of that clown.
They heard someone snapping their fingers and Rock saying, “Maxxy, you’re on, buddy!”
Maxx: “Oh! Wazzup, Rockin’ Rebels! Do ya know what tomorrow is?”
He staggered to his feet and shot the camera with a fingerbang.
Maxx: “It’s Love Day but even better—it’s da release of SEX BEEST! OOOOWWWHHH!!”
He put his arms behind his head and thrust his pelvis.
Maxx: “So if you wanna give your lady babe somethin’, get her Sex Beest and she will leave ya ‘cause she wants to fuck me! If you’re a lady babe, get Sex Beest! Sexy posters of me will be given to all da lady babes who buy my album! Best Love Day gift ever! All da lady babes wanna fuck Maxxy!”
He wiggled his eyebrows.
Makayla: “What lady babes? No one wants to fuck you.”
Maxx: “And dat’s my phone number if ya wanna call da Sex Beest! Hot lady babes only!”
He grinned pointing to a small printed number in his album leaflet. Celeste grimaced.
Celeste: “Ugh, fuck no!”
Tristan cupped his mouth. Deimos looked impassive.
Maxx: “So get Sex Beest if you wanna have a good time with Maxxy and don’t get chocolate from Fatley ‘cause he’s fat and lame!”
He said bitterly. Makayla rolled her eyes.
Makayla: “A good time with Maxxy is kicking his ass.”
Maxx looked down to see a white Scottish Fold kitten approaching him. Maxx screamed and backed away.
Maxx: “NOOOWAAAAAAAAH!! NOWAHHHHH!!! NO MY SEX BEEST BOOTS! WAAAAAAAHHH!!”
He backed away and fell into the pool. The water in the pool turned orange from his fake tan. He climbed out of the pool in tears as his fake tan and makeup streaked, and his wig fell off.
Maxx: “STOP FILMING! STOP FILMING, YOU ASSHOLES!”
He whined and knocked the camera, the commercial flicked to a fuzzy screen.
Tristan looked away, trying not to laugh. Makayla threw her head back and cackled.
Celeste: “This clown can’t be serious…”
Makayla: “Comedy gold.”
She said dryly.
Deimos changed the channel. He saw an advertisement for Steel Axe’s next album, “Mummy Metal” with a picture of Jaxon in a full-body cast. Makayla twisted her mouth at the sight of Jaxon. Deimos rolled his eyes.
They then showed the tabloid of Jaxon screaming at Tristan for not sleeping with him and turning down his “golden” offer to be his groupie in favor of Deimos. Tristan laughed bitterly and drew a breath.
Makayla: “Golden offer? More like shit offer.”
She groused bitterly. Tristan flicked his gaze on her.
Tristan: “Do you know him?”
He asked her.
Makayla: “...I met him on a tour at Hellbent once. He was a total douche.”
She said quickly and vaguely. Tristan noticed her discomfort at the subject.
Tristan: “I see.”
He sipped on his soda.
Deimos dipped his boneless wings in super hot sauce and ate them.
Celeste: “He came on tour here and he and Fabien fucked when Craig and Fab were taking a break. He left and came back. Fab spent the night in the hotel with him but they didn’t fuck. Then Craig threw him out the window.”
She relayed the events. Makayla gaped and shook her head. Tristan raised his eyebrows and handed his pizza crusts to Celeste. Her eyes lit up as she ate them.
Tristan: “Yes, he struck up a conversation with me at Danny Donger’s wanting me to be a ‘groupie.’ I declined his offer, stating I was taken and I didn’t want to tour with his band. Then I was having dinner and a smoke with a client. He went to the cigar lounge to berate me for ‘choosing a fat, ugly old man’ over him. I went along and pretended my client was Deimos to expose his true colors. It worked.”
He explained and smirked a bit. Deimos got a Corona Extra from the fridge and used a bottle opener. He sat down and drank it. Makayla gaped at him and then burst out laughing.
Makayla: “WHAT? WHY?!”
She cackled with amusement.
Tristan: “Why to what?”
He asked.
Makayla: “What made you decide to fuck with him?”
Tristan folded his hands and cleared his throat.
Tristan: “He came down to the cigar lounge in the hotel to confront me about the ‘fat, ugly old boyfriend’ I chose over him. I wasn’t going to correct him and tell him that he was my client, so I played along to expose him. It worked. He was riled up about the fact that I refused to sleep with him. He was nice and pleasant at Danny Donger’s with me until I declined his offer. I don’t owe him sex because I was a fan of his work. I don’t sleep with people on a whim.”
He paused and twisted his mouth. Makayla frowned.
Tristan: “To be honest, I never had a romantic partner until Deimos. I’m romantically reserved.”
He admitted. Deimos rubbed his back and kissed his head. Makayla bowed her head.
Makayla: “Well, that’s how rockstars are, I guess.”
Her voice trailed off. Tristan noticed her demeanor and attitude toward Jaxon was less than favorable. She didn’t divulge anything so she will tell them when she’s ready or if she is, he thought.
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