Chapter 25
Dougal Springer
Tristan and Celeste stood before Dougal who had Fabien in his arm. Craig was knocked out on the floor from the impact of Darashinai punching him into the big screen TV. Blair, Yoshi, and Ashley huddled together while Blake stood to protect them.
Darashinai: “Like, oh my God, Dougal!”
She cupped her cheeks.
Darashinai: “You, like, never told me Tristan was a hottie! I want to fuck him and suck him so badly and shit!”
She gasped. Tristan winced.
Celeste: “Good thing Ivy isn’t here or she would be making a whinier face than your friend.”
She said dryly and nodded to Dougal’s face contorted with rage. Tristan groaned.
Dougal: “NON, NON, NON!”
He stomped his feet as his face flamed red.
Dougal: “C’est garçon est MON!”
He fired at her. Tristan cringed. One of the many things he hated about Dougal was his terrible French.
Darashinai: “Like wha? My only language is fucking and sucking, dude!”
She drawled.
Celeste: “Look, Dougal, can you let those guys go and you can have fun with Fabien and your living doll?”
She asked wryly.
Dougal: “SHUT UP! I am NOT letting those things go! Those soy boys, the loser who goes to a blind barber, and the fat arse who can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman! I heard it ‘correct’ the hot waiter to say it’s not a girl! It’s a sodding genderless fat fuck! Not a hottie like mon Tristan and mon Deimos! Votre salud!”
He waved his hands dismissively at her. Blake glared at Dougal and Ashley recoiled to Dougal’s insults at them. Tristan glared at him.
Tristan: “You misgender them and pepper in your terrible French. Nice.”
He said dryly. Dougal stomped his foot.
Dougal: “Well, EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME, PRINCE!”
He blew a raspberry at him.
Ashley: “...Sei tre volte più grande di me.”
They muttered to themselves, observing how Dougals’ girth far expanded theirs.
Dougal: “If you want me to let your sideshow freak ‘friends’ go, you have to do ONE favor for me!”
He held up his forefinger. He then clasped his hands together and licked his lips. Tristan glared at him. He hated it when he always tried to make deals.
Dougal: “Get in the Danny Donger’s uniform and put your bare feet on my todger. If you do that, I will let your friends and the genderless slob go.”
He said softly. Tristan shuddered.
Celeste: “This guy is a high-functioning Maxx.”
Ashley nodded in agreement. Dougal swung his furious gaze at her.
Dougal: “Listen, bint, do not compare to that genderless fat arse’s ex-boyfriend. I am above that. I got an epic video game coming out. It would have come out sooner but Tristan and Deimos fell out of their commitments.”
He said through clenched teeth. Tristan tried to keep his cool and thought of the countless times he would force Deimos and him to test his subpar video game “Haruko-chan and the Magic Rainbow Boots.” Then he realized his foolish oaf of a bodyguard was dressed like that monstrosity.
Tristan: “No, Dougal. No more deals! I am DONE with doing… these things in exchange for you behaving like a decent human being. I always wondered if you were one at all.”
He said firmly, trying not to show his fear. Dougal smirked and tilted his head.
Dougal: “Have it your way, Tristan. Darashinai will shred each of them one-by-one until you agree to get into the Danny Donger’s uniform, and since you want to be a wanker about it, I will have this hottie lick your ass while I fap!”
He lifted Fabien by the scruff of his neck. Fabien moaned in pain.
Tristan: “You will do no such thing!”
He hissed.
Celeste: “I’m Blair’s bodyguard and getting rid of you should be a cinch!”
She laughed. Dougal laughed.
Dougal: “You’re not facing me, bint! You’re both going to deal with Darashinai!”
He extended his hand out to Darashinai who was humping a column.
Darashinai: “Like, sorry, but it looked like a huge cock!”
Dougal growled. Ashley gaped at her.
Ashley: “She’s like a female Maxx…”
They said to Blake and Blair.
Darashinai landed before Tristan and Celeste, causing the ground to shake. Fabien crawled away to Craig, and Dougal grabbed his arm, putting him over his lap and spanking him. Fabien cried out.
Fabien: “CRAIG!”
Dougal put his hand over his mouth and tears welled in his eyes from the stench.
Tristan and Celeste braced their legs apart ready for battle. Blair and Ashley huddled with Yoshi. Darashinai pulled out two knives and slashed at them. Celeste leapt out of the way dodging her attacks. She slashed at Tristan’s coat. He gasped.
Dougal: “Darashinai, if you can, take his clothes off.”
He ordered and snapped his fingers.
Darashinai: “Like, totally!”
Celeste jumped up and delivered a kick to her face, sending Darashinai crashing into the ground. Darashinai slapped her away and charged after Tristan.
Darashinai: “Come on, boy! Let’s get NAKED!”
Tristan bared his teeth and slashed his hand over shards of ice in her face. Darashinai screamed when each shard pierced her face.
Darashinai: “LIKE, MY FACE! YOU FUCKING LITTLE TWERP!”
She screamed. She clasped her face as blood poured down. Celeste smashed a toilet bowl cover over her head. She sank to the floor as the blood spilled out.
Dougal harrumphed.
Dougal: “Come on, Darashinai! TAKE HIS CLOTHES OFF! Stop worrying about that girl! Doesn’t she know no girls are allowed to play?! That includes that genderless fat fuck!”
He flicked his fingers at Blair, Ashley, Blake, and Yoshi. Darashinai grabbed Celeste’s arm and threw her on top of Craig. Celeste banging against Craig knocked the air out of him and he regained consciousness.
Craig: “Wh-Wha the?!”
He staggered to his feet and immediately looked around for Fabien.
Craig: “FABIEN!”
He cried and rushed over to him. Dougal whipped out a taser and shocked him with it. Craig cried out and spasmed in pain before collapsing to the floor.
Celeste scrambled to her feet and charged after Darashinai. Darashinai cornered Tristan and grabbed his neck. He gnashed his teeth. He grabbed her forearms and started to form ice over them.
Darashinai: “Like, what the Hell, man?!”
Dougal raised an eyebrow. Celeste lunged at Darashinai and wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs around her torso. Blair put Ashley’s head to his chest and averted his eyes. Ashley huddled to him with fear, but couldn’t look away. Celeste performed a northern lights suplex crashing her head onto the floor and her arms ripping clean off from the ice.
Darashinai: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
She let out a bloodcurdling scream. Tristan panted and blood squirted on him. Celeste lept before him.
Darashinai: “YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!”
She screamed.
Dougal: “GET HIM NAKED, YA BLOODY STUPID TWAT!”
He bellowed.
She pounced on Celeste and Tristan, knocking the wind out of them. Celeste put her feet up and violently kicked her face with her heeled boots. Her stiletto heel lodged in her eye and became stuck. Celeste grunted as she tried to pull out. Darashinai got blood all over them and made a guttural sound as she rose to stomp on Tristan and Celeste.
As she lifted her foot, the tip of a sword pushed through her neck. She gurgled and gasped as the sword went all the way through. Celeste fell to the floor and Tristan panted. They saw Deimos had his katana pushed through Darashinai’s neck. Celeste scrambled to her feet, grabbed her head, and twisted to her neck so the blade cut it clean off. Her head rolled on the floor and her body collapsed.
Deimos put his hands on Tristan and a purple glow came from his hands to heal him. He also healed Celeste. He turned to Dougal and glared at him.
Deimos: “You fat FUCK!”
He barked.
Dougal: “Excuse you? You’re not even in the Danny Donger’s uniform and offering to lick his ass!”
He held up Fabien’s head. Deimos glowered at Dougal.
Deimos: “I am DONE taking orders from you, you fucking land whale. Don’t you EVER HURT TRISTAN AGAIN!”
He bellowed.
Craig: “GIVE ME HIM! HE’S MINE!”
He croaked and staggered to his feet. Dougal shocked him again. Fabien cried and held his hand out.
Fabien: “CRAIG!”
He cried.
Celeste charged after him and delivered an uppercut to Dougal’s jaw, causing him to crash to the floor with a mighty thud and release Fabien. Fabien rushed to Craig and caught him in his arms. Craig panted, overcome with feelings of shame and humiliation.
Craig: “I’m sorry…”
Fabien: “Why are you sorry?”
He had his head on his lap. Craig’s lip trembled.
Craig: “Cos! I’m supposed to protect ya!”
Fabien: “You did! You came to save me!”
He smiled at him and caressed his face. Craig smiled a bit, but still couldn’t help but feel ashamed of himself.
Celeste: “Are you guys okay?”
She asked Blair, Blake, Ashley, and Yoshi. Blair looked away and sighed. Ashley gaped at them all starry-eyed and stunned by what they just witnessed.
Ashley: “Oh my stars! I didn’t know you guys were super heroes! That’s so pawesome!”
They beamed, cupping their cheeks. Tristan laughed awkwardly. Celeste smiled.
Blake: “Let’s get out of here.”
Deimos: “I agree.”
He held Tristan close to him as they walked out.
Fabien: “Are you going to heal him, Deimos?”
Deimos: “No.”
He huffed.
~
They stood outside. Ashley trembled like a leaf in Blair’s arms.
Celeste: “We’re going home. Ashley can cook us a good meal!”
She nodded. Ashley went to speak when Blair cut in.
Blair: “They were traumatized by what happened! They don’t WANT to cook! They need to recollect their thoughts! Do you think of anyone but yourself?!”
He snapped at her. Ashley knit their eyebrows when he spoke for them.
Ashley: “...Actually, I do want to cook for us all...”
They said in a small voice.
Deimos: “You’re so welcome, Blair. She should have just left you to fend for yourself. You would have done as well as Craig. Oh wait, Craig did more than you. There’s a new day.”
He spat. Blair snarled at him.
Tristan: “Why don’t we ask Ashley what they would like?”
Ashley smiled a bit and went to speak when Blair cut in again.
Blair: “Who wants to after THAT, Tristan?! You and Deimos don’t care what just happened! Celeste doesn’t either! She is supposed to be MY bodyguard and she cares more about YOU TWO!”
He cried. Ashley bowed their head. Celeste looked away awkwardly.
Deimos: “That’s not my fault or my problem. I guess you don’t make yourself very likable or approachable.”
He fielded scathingly. Tristan sighed. Blair drew back as if a knife stabbed him. Ashley knit their eyebrows and tended to Blair.
Tristan: “Deimos, his emotions are running high now. Go easy on him.”
He said gently and put his hand on his shoulder. Deimos shivered and his expression softened.
Blair: “You don’t have to take sympathy for me, Tristan! I know you don’t care about me or anyone else! You only care about yourself and Deimos!”
He snapped as tears filled his eyes. Tristan quirked an eyebrow and scowled at him. Excuse me, he thought bitterly. Ashley knit their eyebrows.
Ashley: “They do care, they just helped us, Blair… why don’t we all have some tea and I’ll cook dinner for us all?”
They offered gingerly. Blair ignored them and glared at Tristan and Deimos.
Deimos: “You know what? I don’t care. I am not here to entertain this crybaby. I have to take Tristan out to dinner. Enjoy your life, Blair.”
He spat and led Tristan away. Blair dried his eyes as the tears poured down his cheeks. Ashley sighed and bowed their head, rubbing Blair’s back.
Blair: “Thanks, Ashley… At least you care about me.”
~
Ivy waited for Tristan to come home while she was in the living room with Victor. The sky was pitch black with the two full moons out.
Victor: “It’s getting late… I am sure Tristan just went out with Deimos.”
He smiled a bit and put his hand on her shoulder. Ivy sighed and bowed her head, looking hurt.
Victor: “By the way, he told me you were upset with him while we ate so I went and bought an art set for him to give to you. Did he give it to you?”
He asked her. Ivy quirked an eyebrow at him.
Ivy: “...Really? You bought an art set… for me?”
She gaped at him.
Victor: “I saw it at Art Kart and bought it for you. I told him to give it to you to make you feel welcome and he never did?”
He smiled and tilted his head. Ivy bowed her head and shook it.
Ivy: “...No, he didn’t.”
She sighed.
Ivy: “Thank you for thinking of me.”
She smiled a bit.
Victor: “I’m sorry. Tristan is so busy with his lawyer duties and being with Deimos. I’ll go get it.”
He held his forefinger and went upstairs.
When he returned, he came back with a mahogany case. He opened it up to show five hundred markers and had a case of silk paints. Ivy’s eyes sparkled.
Ivy: “Oh wow… they’re beautiful! Thank you so much!”
She beamed and brightened at him. Victor rubbed the back of his neck.
Victor: “I gave you the silk paints because I loved the scarf you made for Tristan and wondered if you could make one for me.”
He said shyly. Ivy blushed.
Ivy: “Oh, you want me to make a scarf for you, too? Of course! What would you like?”
She smiled. Victor cupped his chin.
Victor: “Something paisley… or peacock themed. I love peacock birds. I used to have a peacock taxidermy.”
He nodded. Ivy smiled widely.
Ivy: “Oh, I love peacocks! Peacocks are my specialty, actually!”
She beamed. Victor’s eyes lit up.
Victor: “Really now? I used to have a peacock fan in my old bedroom, so yes, do that up for me! I would appreciate it!”
He exclaimed.
Ivy: “Oh really, now?”
She noted he spoke of these items in the past tense.
Ivy: “What happened to them?”
She asked. Victor’s expression darkened.
Victor: “We had a housefire and they perished in the fire.”
He said numbly. He embraced himself.
Ivy: “I’m sorry…”
She gently put her hand on his back. Victor drew a breath.
Victor: “That’s why I was in a coma for fifteen years. Deimos sped up my healing and I am fine now. I can heal myself faster…”
He explained.
Ivy: “Oh? You’re a healer, too?”
She enquired. Victor wagged his head.
Victor: “I can only heal myself; I can’t heal others, unlike Deimos. But I can read animals’ minds.”
He smiled and nodded. He looked at Oliver who was sleeping.
Victor: “Not his at this moment. He’s sleeping.”
He looked out the window and sighed.
Ivy: “Oh? You’re a mind reader, too, huh?”
She smiled. He nodded.
Victor: “Yes, I am!”
Victor: “Want me to make you something to eat?”
He suggested.
Ivy: “Are you sure?”
Victor: “Yes, I don’t know when Tristan is getting back. I guess he will spend the night at Deimos’ again.”
He said as his voice trailed off. Ivy looked away, trying to hide her hurt.
Victor: “Or Deimos will be here.”
He added. He cupped his chin.
Victor: “When Deimos is here, he’s in Tristan’s bed with him, but when Celeste is here, she’s out in the hammock.”
He laughed.
Ivy’s heart sank.
Ivy: “Oh… I see how it is…”
She said with hurt in her tone and tears in her eyes. Victor turned to her and frowned.
Victor: “What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”
He asked and put his arms around her. She inhaled his cologne, which was a blend of mint, jasmine, sandalwood, peach, and lime.
Victor: “I’m sorry, I hurt many people and don’t mean to. Tell me how to make it better and I will do it!”
He cried. Ivy waved her hands around.
Ivy: “N-No, no! You didn’t do anything to hurt me! I’m glad you told me what you did… I needed to know… and now I know where I stand with Tristan…”
She sighed. Victor twisted his mouth.
Victor: “Tristan cares a great deal about you! He wore your scarf to work today!”
He forced a smile and sighed. Then why is he always around Deimos? Ivy thought to herself.
Victor: “I wanted to make something for you because Tristan never liked it…”
He looked away.
Ivy: “Oh? What’s that?”
She pressed him.
Victor: “Ah, miso salmon and ginger rice! Tristan isn’t a seafood lover.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly. Ivy’s eyebrows rose with excitement.
Ivy: “Oh, I LOVE salmon! I’m usually the one who cooks, so I’d be delighted!”
She smiled at him. Victor brightened to see her happy. He clasped his hands together and went out to the kitchen to prepare the meal for them.
~
Two hours later, Victor set the table for them with the candles lit on the dinner table. He put the miso salmon on the plate with the ginger rice, made a salad, and some French bread. He sliced some bread for her and dished some salad. He poured his homemade oil and vinegar dressing over the salad. He poured each of them a glass of sauvignon blanc. He turned on the CD player to play soft jazz music.
Victor: “How is it?”
He asked her.
Ivy: “It’s wonderful… thank you.”
She smiled at him, feeling her spirits lift. Victor blushed.
Victor: “Thank you!”
He cut the salmon with his knife and fork and thrust it into his mouth.
Victor: “I love dinners like these. I used to always dream of romance like this.”
He said softly. Ivy froze and blushed. Romance? She thought.
Victor: “I never had a reason to do something like this.”
He said as his voice trailed off.
Ivy: “Oh? …What is your reason for doing this?”
She asked. Victor blushed.
Victor: “Oh, I wanted to do something nice! I wouldn’t want to intrude on you!”
He waved his hands around and froze.
Victor: “I don’t know why I did this other than you seem nice and I enjoyed speaking with you!”
He stammered. Ivy smiled, endeared by his flustered responses.
Ivy: “Well… this was very nice of you and I needed this… thank you.”
She smiled and took a sip of the wine. Victor felt butterflies in his stomach and smiled warmly at her.
Victor: “As did I.”
He sipped on his wine and ate more of the salmon.
~
Deimos and Tristan were eating Chinese take-out at his backyard pool patio. Monica came out with their drinks, which was a gin and tonic and a glass of Chardonnay.
Deimos: “Thanks, Monica.”
He smiled at her and she left.
Deimos and Tristan didn’t speak much; they didn’t have to. What was there to say? As Deimos unwrapped the spring rolls. Tristan looked at him with those dewy green eyes.
Tristan: “May I have your spring rolls?”
Deimos sighed and relented. Tristan smiled and mouthed a thank you. Deimos put his hand on Tristan’s. Tristan froze and felt butterflies in his stomach. He locked his gaze on Deimos.
Deimos: “I won’t let Dougal hurt you, Tristan.”
Tristan: “I know.”
He whispered.
When they finished eating, Tristan and Deimos were sitting on the lounge gazing at the night sky. Deimos had his arm over Tristan and Tristan lay on his chest.
Deimos: “Gonna stay the night?”
Tristan heaved a deep sigh.
Tristan: “I can’t. I have to be up early to meet with Harry Hunter and his son to draw up that will. Apparently, Jaclyn swooped in on the son.”
He huffed. Deimos rolled his eyes.
Deimos: “I wish they would cease showing these winners on TV. People like Jaclyn exist all over. They’re like vultures. I think it should be private.”
He said firmly. Tristan nodded.
Tristan: “Yes, to avoid predators like Jaclyn.”
Tristan reached into his pocket and opened his pocket watch to look at it.
Tristan: “Golly, look at the time, I forgot Ivy was waiting for me.”
Deimos scowled. Tristan looked up at him with beseeching eyes.
Tristan: “I have to drive her home.”
Deimos looked down at him.
Deimos rubbed his thigh and rested his hand on his knee. Tristan froze and shivered. Oh no, he’s going to, he thought. Deimos squeezed Tristan’s knees and Tristan jolted and burst out laughing.
Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
He laughed and squirmed. Deimos smirked and trailed his hands to his sheer socked feet, wiggling his fingers over them. Tristan howled with laughter.
Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
Deimos mercilessly tickled his feet.
Tristan: “AAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”
They fell on the floor with Deimos squeezing his knees.
Tristan: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Tears welled in his green eyes.
Deimos felt a tightness in his jeans and his manhood throbbing. He stopped tickling Tristan and gazed at him panting. Tristan flicked his gaze to Deimos’ hardness and smirked. Deimos’ heart hammered in his chest. Tristan wiggled his toes and looked at his torn sheer socks.
Tristan: “Getting a bit rough, are we?”
He purred. Deimos reddened. Tristan rose to his feet and dusted himself off.
Deimos: “I’ll take you out tomorrow for dinner… I just didn’t want to be around anyone after… him…”
He looked away. Tristan removed his glasses to clean them.
Tristan: “I understand, Deimos.”
He put his glasses back on and smiled at him.
Deimos walked Tristan home and stayed until he entered. He drew a long breath and walked back. When Deimos returned, Monica smiled at him.
Deimos: “Hello, Monica.”
Monica: “I drew you a bath, young master. I figured you would need it.”
She said gently. Deimos smiled a bit.
Monica: “I laid out your pajamas and a clean pair of underwear for you, sir. Have a good night.”
She said and went upstairs.
Deimos: “Thanks, Monica.”
He smiled at her.
~
Deimos sat in his bubble bath stoking off and imagining him and Tristan.
Deimos: “Tristan…”
He moaned and let out a hoarse shout when he climaxed.
~
Ivy sat in Tristan’s car as he drove her home. He was silent and she was, as well.
Tristan: “I apologize for my lateness. Deimos and I had issues we needed to sort out.”
He said tersely as he inhaled a drag. Ivy looked away. Tristan tried to focus on the road.
Ivy: “Tristan?”
Tristan glanced at her.
Ivy: “Can we have lunch at the new French bistro tomorrow?”
Tristan gaped at her and smiled.
Tristan: “Is it ‘Lueur des Étoiles’?”
She nodded and stared down at her lap.
Tristan: “Of course, I’ll pick you up.”
He said genially.
He parked in front of Måneravn and walked to her to her door.
Tristan: “Good night, Ivy. I’m sorry.”
He smiled tightly.
Ivy: “See you tomorrow, Tristan.”
She let herself in. Tristan drew a long breath and walked back to his car.
~
Fabien applied ointment and wrapped bandages around Craig’s wounds as he lay in their bed. Craig was in his underwear and Fabien wore only his green plaid pajama bottoms. He caressed his chest, tracing his fingertips over it.
Craig: “I was supposed to protect ya from that fat fuck…”
He sighed dejectedly.
Craig: “It made me SO angry when he put his sausage fingers all over ya!”
He shook with rage. Fabien kissed his forehead and lay on his chest.
Fabien: “You did protect me… and… this wasn’t the first time he did that.”
He shifted his eyes.
Craig: “...WHAT?!”
He rasped.
Craig: “Who the fuck does that beached whale think he is?!”
He growled. Fabien shifted his eyes.
Fabien: “No one ever came to save me from him before tonight, so don’t think you didn’t protect me. You did. Celeste is protecting that fat thing who thinks it’s a man and a woman and its friends and Tristan is out for Deimos and vice-versa, but you came for me.”
He looked up at him with his sparkling emerald eyes. Craig locked his gaze on him and grinned widely.
Craig: “No shit I came for ya! I ain't gonna let some whale get his grubby hands on ya!”
Fabien chuckled and kissed him.
He rose from bed and went out to the kitchen. Craig strained to rise from bed and gnashed his teeth in pain as he staggered out of bed. Fabien sat at the kitchen table and put his bare feet up. Fabien got a cigarette out, lit it up, and inhaled a drag. Gus came out eating from a cereal box. Someone knocked on the door. Fabien rolled his eyes. Gus went to answer it and Hector burst in.
Hector: “Guys, it’s an emergency! It’s a life or death situation!”
He pressed his hands against his temples. He stopped, looked at Fabien’s feet, and tickled them.
Hector: “Cootchie-coo!”
Fabien jerked and burst out laughing. He wiggled and scrunched his toes.
Fabien: “HAHAHAHAHA!”
Craig fumed and waved his hands away.
Craig: “OI! None ‘o that!”
He pouted. Hector giggled.
Gus: “Is the life or death situation tickling Fabien’s feet because Craig doesn’t do that much?”
He drawled. Craig pouted.
Craig: “I do so!”
He tickled Fabien’s feet. Fabien burst out laughing.
Fabien: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He laughed and put his hands on Craig’s hands.
Fabien: “Stop, stop!”
He said as he giggled. Craig looked at him confused.
Fabien: “When the kids are in bed.”
He winked.
Hector: “No, guys, the life or death situation is my Queen Bee, Jaclyn! She wants a mural and a bed fit for a queen and I don’t know anyone who can draw or make beds!”
He cried. Fabien rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Fabien: “I could draw her but she won’t like it and I don’t give a shit.”
He smirked and inhaled a drag.
Gus: “I know someone who draws amazing art and he can build stuff.”
He said evenly as cereal crumbs fell out of his mouth. Hector turned to him with stars in his eyes. Fabien snorted. He’s going to suggest Trevor, he thought. And I’m all for it, he thought.
Hector: “You do?!”
Gus: “Yeah, he’s a friend of mine who works at Jumbo Jones Grocer. He does amazing work and he can make Jaclyn a bed fit for her.”
Fabien snorted.
Fabien: “You know what? He’s right. Trevor will make the perfect bed for your ‘Queen Bee’.”
He smirked. Hector’s eyes sparkled.
Hector: “Can you take me to this Trevor?”
Gus: “I can’t drive. Fabien drives in this house, and Craig does but some fat guy beat him up.”
He explained. Craig folded his arms and winced in pain.
Craig: “Oi! I can drive, cunt!”
He gnashed his teeth in pain. Fabien knit his eyebrows.
Fabien: “I’ll drive them.”
Craig knit his eyebrows.
Craig: “I want to come, too. I don’t wanna be alone.”
He moaned. Fabien caressed his face.
Fabien: “Okay. You don’t want to miss this.”
Fabien strolled into his bedroom to get dressed. He came out dressed in a Nuklear Intoxikation shirt, jeans and slid his feet into his flip-flops. Craig’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Fabien. He drooled. Fabien smirked at him.
Craig: “Aroooooga!”
Fabien: “Ohohohohoho!”
He ran his hands over Craig’s chest.
Fabien: “Getting dressed?”
He purred and grabbed his car keys. Craig followed his ass like a hungry dog.
~
Fabien was driving his Shelby Mustang down the road with Craig in the passenger’s seat wanting nothing more than to fuck him. Craig wore a denim vest, torn jeans, and work boots. Hector and Gus were in the backseat. Fabien made a turn to Jumbo Jones’ Grocer and parked in the handicap spot.
Hector: “Why are we in the handicap spot?”
He asked.
Fabien: “My hero is hurt badly. If someone complains, we’ll say fucking Larry moved our car. William will believe us.”
He huffed and climbed out of the car.
Craig: “Hero ey?”
He grinned.
Fabien: “The one and only!”
He blew a kiss.
They walked into the grocery store and saw Trevor licking a fudge popsicle with chocolate all over his face. Craig laughed at him.
Craig: “Wahahaha, check out that fat cunt!”
Gus waved at him. Trevor’s smile spread to show the missing tooth.
Trevor: “Hey, Gus!”
Gus: “Hey, Trevor, this man wants to get some of your cool art!”
Hector: “Hey! I’m Hector Hunter! Nice to meet you! Gus was telling me you can make a mural and a bed for my Queen Bee, Jaclyn!”
He raved. Trevor gaped at him.
Trevor: “You want me to do that?! COOL! I can do it! Nice to meetcha, Hector! I’m Trevor Hinkley!”
He shot his hand out with his popsicle in it and gawked. He flung it over his shoulder and it landed in Larry’s hair. He shook Hector’s hand.
Larry angrily rose to face Craig.
Larry: “What are you doing here, you poseur?! Your metal is not trve kvlt!”
He growled.
Craig: “Oh, hey, Dorkula! Run from any vampire hunters?”
He joked and laughed. Larry’s face flamed red.
Larry: “Be GONETH TO THEE POSEUR!”
He growled. Craig just laughed at him.
Craig; “Fuck off, ya drongo!”
Hd waved his hand dismissively.
Larry felt something in his hair. He shrieked.
Larry: “WHO PUTETH THIS IN MY HAIR?!”
He screamed and held up the chocolate popsicle.
Larry: “TREVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORR!!”
He yelled.
William: “WHOSE SHELBY IS PARKED IN THE HANDICAP SPOT?!”
He screamed.
Fabien: “Oh no! That’s my car! I didn’t park it there! I believe this young gentleman here moved my car there so Zoe couldn’t stalk him.”
He said with pleading eyes. William’s face flamed red.
William: “LARRY! ZOE DOESN’T DRIVE AND SHE’S JUST AS MUCH OF A CUSTOMER AS ANY OF US!”
He bellowed. Fabien turned around and laughed. Larry cowered.
Larry: “S-Sir, he’s lying! He’s with that poseur! He’s not trve kvlt black metal!”
William: “I don’t care! See me in my office NOW!”
He barked and marched away. Craig laughed at Larry.
As they turned away, they saw Andreas in the store. Fabien smirked and put his arms around him. Andreas said nothing to them and went about his business. Fabien looked up at Craig and smiled and Craig looked at him and rubbed the small of his back.
~
Dougal was in his hotel room at the Noble Monarch Hotel. Voyage Burger wrappers and Fred’s Burger Castle wrappers were strewn all over his bed and on the floor. He laid on the bed in his robe and was on the phone.
Dougal: “I don’t fucking care! I want another Darashinai! Some bitch and my sexy beau Tristan and my sexy adonis Deimos killed her, so make another! I want it HASTA PRONTO! Capice?”
He bellowed and slammed the receiver in its cradle.
Dougal: “Goddamnit, if it wasn’t for that fat genderless blob crying about nothing, I would have witnessed that Danny Donger Frenchie licking Tristan’s sweet ass, and then Tristan licking Deimos’ ass! It would be a sexy centipede of hot men licking arse!”
He licked his lips and stroked himself off as he looked at a picture of him with Deimos and Tristan in his arms when both were seventeen.
Comments