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Things can't stay good forever, can they? Not when Gabe Saporta shows up on death's door with Adam Siska keeping him up.
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Brendon and Andy were curled up on Andy’s bed, both staring at each other with small smiles even though nothing had happened. They were just happy to be this close to each other, outside of the training room. It had caught Brendon off guard when he came over and Andy towed him off to his room, rather than the training. The look Pete had given him when he saw where he was being dragged could have killed if it was possible.
Brendon smiled at broke the stare to rest his head on Andy’s chest, inhaling the scent that his lover carried. It was unlike anything he was used to, and it always drew him in, especially when they were doing their training, the sweat making the smell stronger, more potent, to him. He smiled a little more when Andy gently rested his chin on the top of Brendon’s head and began to slowly stroke up and down his spine through the thin cotton of the shirt he wore. Sliding his arm around Andy, Brendon mimicked the gesture.
Andy smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft touch, knowing that Brendon could easily kill him right now, but that he would never do so. He was down when Brendon wasn’t at the compound, but whenever he left Gabe’s home to come to the compound, he brightened up. Unfortunately the others noticed and made sure to tease him about it, but all his time with the vampire was worth it.
Removing his head from on top of Brendon’s head, Andy tilted his own head down and kissed the top of the vampire’s head, copying the act of inhaling his lover’s scent. He gently bit his lip as Brendon looked up at him, a small smile still on his face. When the smile faded, Andy furrowed his brows. “Is something wrong, Brendon?”
“Gabe’s here, he’s bleeding,” Brendon answered and got up, followed by Andy, and left the room.
- - - - -
Deacon giggled as Joe nuzzled his neck with his scruffy chin, tickling his skin. “Joe, stop!” He cried out through his giggles as Joe pulled back and smiled down at him. “Thank you,” he chuckled as Joe kissed his forehead.
“I don’t know why you’re pretending you disliked the tickling,” Joe said as he moved to be over Deacon, resting between his boyfriend’s legs. “I can read you without even looking in your mind.”
Deacon gave a playful roll of his eyes before he leaned his head up and lightly brushed his nose against Joe’s. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about, crazy Jew… I should get some saffron and slay you with it.” He burst into laughter as he took in the look on Joe’s face when the words were done coming out of his mouth. “I was just playing you know!” He cried out through his laughter as Joe narrowed his eyes at him. “Joe? Baby?”
Joe smiled and sat back on his heels, shaking his head as he looked down at Deacon, who looked up at him with confusion in his blue eyes. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he chuckled, “even when I’m faking it I can’t stay mad at you.”
“I would hope not,” Deacon said with a smile as he sat up and looked into Joe’s eyes, which were more green than blue today. “I don’t like you being mad at me.”
Joe melted under the puppy pout Deacon was giving him, and he leaned down, gently pushing Deacon down so that he was laying down. Lifting up the bottom of Deacon’s shirt, he placed feather light kisses on the small expanse of flesh that was now exposed to him. He looked up at his lover as his mouth moved slowly over the flesh, their eyes locking in an intimate stare.
Their moment, however, was ruined, when the smell of blood and used mercury bullets filled their over sensitive noses. They both tensed, listening to the noises of the house for any sign of trouble besides the signs that their noses were giving them. When they heard no screams, only a pounding on the door, they got up from their bed and left the room, rushing to the main room. They arrived at the same time as Brendon and Andy, just in time to watch Patrick open the door as Gabe and Adam Siska both stumbled in. Deacon’s eyes widened as they took in the sight of Gabe’s pained face, the blood practically pouring from the numerous bullet wounds that should have killed him by now.
Pete, who had been aiming on the net guns at he door, quickly handed it over to Andy and helped Adam carry Gabe to the treatment room. “What the Hell happened to you Gabe?” He questioned as Patrick came into the room, being the medic for the group’s home. “And, how are you still alive with all of those bullets in you?”
Gabe weakly shook his head and looked at Adam as the younger male bent down and grabbed his legs, lifting, as Pete moved his upper torso to the table. When he was laid on the table, and Pete was letting go, his hand brushed across one of the wounds, making Gabe cry out in pain.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Pete apologized as Adam grabbed one of Patrick’s set of scissors, cutting open his Master’s shirt. “Sisky, can you tell me what the fuck happened?”
Adam sent a worried look to Pete, his heart pounding in his chest as he worried for his friend, and Master. “The mansion was attacked, but I’ll explain as soon as I get some of these bullets out,” he replied and then looked to Patrick. “I need to get these bullets out, do you have anything for removing bullets? In case Pete or someone got shot?”
Patrick bit his lip as he turned as opened a drawer, grabbing what Adam was asking for, and handed it over to the vampire, who went to work. “Adam, would you like me to clean the wounds behind you, so you can work on getting those bullets out as fast as possible?” He questioned, offering the vampire a small smile as he looked up at him and nodded.
Pete left the room and went to the main room where Andy, Joe, Brendon, and Deacon were standing, somewhat huddled as they tried to figure out what happened, trying to keep their voices low so not to distract anyone. He walked over and put his hand on Andy’s shoulder, gaining everyone’s attention. “Apparently the mansion was attacked so I want someone to call my sister and tell her to get her friends over here,” Pete said as he ran his fingers through his hair. We might need some extra help in case whoever attacked Gabe’s mansion followed him and Adam when they were coming here.”
“Would you like me to get ahold of Sabine, see if Aubrey can spare a couple of his fighters? Just to be on the safe side?” Deacon questioned as Joe slid his arm from around his lover’s waist in case the answer was yes.
Pete bit his lip as he mulled it over. He hated having to ask for help from other clans, but he had to admit that he and his friends were lucky to have allies with two strong clans. He gave a sigh of resignation and nodded. “Call Aubrey, tell him we shouldn’t need more than four, but if he wants to send more, it’s up to him.”
Deacon nodded. “Alright, Pete. Did you want me to call your sister so you won’t have to bother Patrick?”
Pete looked at him, confused for a moment before he remembered that Deacon had the same hearing as himself and had probably heard Patrick offer up the service of his help. He nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate it. Thank you Deacon.”
Deacon gave another nod and left the main room, going to his room for the cell phone he had been given once it was decided that he would stay at the compound with his lover. When he took it off the night stand, he pressed the speed dial for Aubrey’s mansion and sat on the edge of the bed that he shared with his lover. When the line picked up and one of Aubrey’s servants answered, he requested to speak with Aubrey and waited for the servant to get his Master on the line.
“Yes, Deacon, what can I do for you?” Aubrey’s voice came over the line, cold and smooth as Deacon remembered it.
“I’m sorry to bother you Aubrey, but it’s our friend, Gabe Saporta. His mansion was attacked and he showed up here, covered in his own blood. We don’t have any other details, beside the fact that his home was attacked, and we’re worried-”
“Say no more, Deacon,” Aubrey said softly, interrupting the flow of words. “How many of my men does Pete think you’ll need?”
“No more than four, but if you want to send more, then it would be appreciated.”
“I’ll send a couple more than what you’re asking,” Aubrey informed him. “Tell Pete they will have orders to stay as long as he says, unless I need to call them back, but they will have orders to follow any orders he gives them.”
“Yes, Aubrey, thank you so much,” he replied, but for some reason his chest began to tighten as a bad feeling swirled in his gut. Almost like a warning to run… But from what? “I’ll pass the message on, Aubrey. And again, thank you.”
“Think nothing of it,” he replied. “Do call if there is anything else I can do for you, I’ll gladly help. Good bye, Deacon.”
Deacon pressed the end button and looked around the room as the hairs at the back of his neck began to stand up from the cold feeling that was starting to wash over him. He couldn’t explain where this troubled feeling was coming from, but he wasn’t liking it. As he pressed the speed dial for Hilary, he tried to figure out where this feeling was coming from and what it could mean.
[Author's Note: Uh-oh, things are not looking good, are they? One more chap and then I'm done until next Monday. I promised you guys I would post 3 for making you wait so long for these 2 =)]
Brendon smiled at broke the stare to rest his head on Andy’s chest, inhaling the scent that his lover carried. It was unlike anything he was used to, and it always drew him in, especially when they were doing their training, the sweat making the smell stronger, more potent, to him. He smiled a little more when Andy gently rested his chin on the top of Brendon’s head and began to slowly stroke up and down his spine through the thin cotton of the shirt he wore. Sliding his arm around Andy, Brendon mimicked the gesture.
Andy smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft touch, knowing that Brendon could easily kill him right now, but that he would never do so. He was down when Brendon wasn’t at the compound, but whenever he left Gabe’s home to come to the compound, he brightened up. Unfortunately the others noticed and made sure to tease him about it, but all his time with the vampire was worth it.
Removing his head from on top of Brendon’s head, Andy tilted his own head down and kissed the top of the vampire’s head, copying the act of inhaling his lover’s scent. He gently bit his lip as Brendon looked up at him, a small smile still on his face. When the smile faded, Andy furrowed his brows. “Is something wrong, Brendon?”
“Gabe’s here, he’s bleeding,” Brendon answered and got up, followed by Andy, and left the room.
- - - - -
Deacon giggled as Joe nuzzled his neck with his scruffy chin, tickling his skin. “Joe, stop!” He cried out through his giggles as Joe pulled back and smiled down at him. “Thank you,” he chuckled as Joe kissed his forehead.
“I don’t know why you’re pretending you disliked the tickling,” Joe said as he moved to be over Deacon, resting between his boyfriend’s legs. “I can read you without even looking in your mind.”
Deacon gave a playful roll of his eyes before he leaned his head up and lightly brushed his nose against Joe’s. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about, crazy Jew… I should get some saffron and slay you with it.” He burst into laughter as he took in the look on Joe’s face when the words were done coming out of his mouth. “I was just playing you know!” He cried out through his laughter as Joe narrowed his eyes at him. “Joe? Baby?”
Joe smiled and sat back on his heels, shaking his head as he looked down at Deacon, who looked up at him with confusion in his blue eyes. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he chuckled, “even when I’m faking it I can’t stay mad at you.”
“I would hope not,” Deacon said with a smile as he sat up and looked into Joe’s eyes, which were more green than blue today. “I don’t like you being mad at me.”
Joe melted under the puppy pout Deacon was giving him, and he leaned down, gently pushing Deacon down so that he was laying down. Lifting up the bottom of Deacon’s shirt, he placed feather light kisses on the small expanse of flesh that was now exposed to him. He looked up at his lover as his mouth moved slowly over the flesh, their eyes locking in an intimate stare.
Their moment, however, was ruined, when the smell of blood and used mercury bullets filled their over sensitive noses. They both tensed, listening to the noises of the house for any sign of trouble besides the signs that their noses were giving them. When they heard no screams, only a pounding on the door, they got up from their bed and left the room, rushing to the main room. They arrived at the same time as Brendon and Andy, just in time to watch Patrick open the door as Gabe and Adam Siska both stumbled in. Deacon’s eyes widened as they took in the sight of Gabe’s pained face, the blood practically pouring from the numerous bullet wounds that should have killed him by now.
Pete, who had been aiming on the net guns at he door, quickly handed it over to Andy and helped Adam carry Gabe to the treatment room. “What the Hell happened to you Gabe?” He questioned as Patrick came into the room, being the medic for the group’s home. “And, how are you still alive with all of those bullets in you?”
Gabe weakly shook his head and looked at Adam as the younger male bent down and grabbed his legs, lifting, as Pete moved his upper torso to the table. When he was laid on the table, and Pete was letting go, his hand brushed across one of the wounds, making Gabe cry out in pain.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Pete apologized as Adam grabbed one of Patrick’s set of scissors, cutting open his Master’s shirt. “Sisky, can you tell me what the fuck happened?”
Adam sent a worried look to Pete, his heart pounding in his chest as he worried for his friend, and Master. “The mansion was attacked, but I’ll explain as soon as I get some of these bullets out,” he replied and then looked to Patrick. “I need to get these bullets out, do you have anything for removing bullets? In case Pete or someone got shot?”
Patrick bit his lip as he turned as opened a drawer, grabbing what Adam was asking for, and handed it over to the vampire, who went to work. “Adam, would you like me to clean the wounds behind you, so you can work on getting those bullets out as fast as possible?” He questioned, offering the vampire a small smile as he looked up at him and nodded.
Pete left the room and went to the main room where Andy, Joe, Brendon, and Deacon were standing, somewhat huddled as they tried to figure out what happened, trying to keep their voices low so not to distract anyone. He walked over and put his hand on Andy’s shoulder, gaining everyone’s attention. “Apparently the mansion was attacked so I want someone to call my sister and tell her to get her friends over here,” Pete said as he ran his fingers through his hair. We might need some extra help in case whoever attacked Gabe’s mansion followed him and Adam when they were coming here.”
“Would you like me to get ahold of Sabine, see if Aubrey can spare a couple of his fighters? Just to be on the safe side?” Deacon questioned as Joe slid his arm from around his lover’s waist in case the answer was yes.
Pete bit his lip as he mulled it over. He hated having to ask for help from other clans, but he had to admit that he and his friends were lucky to have allies with two strong clans. He gave a sigh of resignation and nodded. “Call Aubrey, tell him we shouldn’t need more than four, but if he wants to send more, it’s up to him.”
Deacon nodded. “Alright, Pete. Did you want me to call your sister so you won’t have to bother Patrick?”
Pete looked at him, confused for a moment before he remembered that Deacon had the same hearing as himself and had probably heard Patrick offer up the service of his help. He nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate it. Thank you Deacon.”
Deacon gave another nod and left the main room, going to his room for the cell phone he had been given once it was decided that he would stay at the compound with his lover. When he took it off the night stand, he pressed the speed dial for Aubrey’s mansion and sat on the edge of the bed that he shared with his lover. When the line picked up and one of Aubrey’s servants answered, he requested to speak with Aubrey and waited for the servant to get his Master on the line.
“Yes, Deacon, what can I do for you?” Aubrey’s voice came over the line, cold and smooth as Deacon remembered it.
“I’m sorry to bother you Aubrey, but it’s our friend, Gabe Saporta. His mansion was attacked and he showed up here, covered in his own blood. We don’t have any other details, beside the fact that his home was attacked, and we’re worried-”
“Say no more, Deacon,” Aubrey said softly, interrupting the flow of words. “How many of my men does Pete think you’ll need?”
“No more than four, but if you want to send more, then it would be appreciated.”
“I’ll send a couple more than what you’re asking,” Aubrey informed him. “Tell Pete they will have orders to stay as long as he says, unless I need to call them back, but they will have orders to follow any orders he gives them.”
“Yes, Aubrey, thank you so much,” he replied, but for some reason his chest began to tighten as a bad feeling swirled in his gut. Almost like a warning to run… But from what? “I’ll pass the message on, Aubrey. And again, thank you.”
“Think nothing of it,” he replied. “Do call if there is anything else I can do for you, I’ll gladly help. Good bye, Deacon.”
Deacon pressed the end button and looked around the room as the hairs at the back of his neck began to stand up from the cold feeling that was starting to wash over him. He couldn’t explain where this troubled feeling was coming from, but he wasn’t liking it. As he pressed the speed dial for Hilary, he tried to figure out where this feeling was coming from and what it could mean.
[Author's Note: Uh-oh, things are not looking good, are they? One more chap and then I'm done until next Monday. I promised you guys I would post 3 for making you wait so long for these 2 =)]
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