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stilled him with a single touch on his chest. He heard the kid grunt, in
surprise, in confusion, and moved his hand up, still without looking, to
stroke the side of his face. The boy stilled, will-less, quiet, happy to be
near Green.
"So..." Green intoned, willing her to answer. His will was quite powerful.
"Crispin gave me to Sezan." She murmured. Green could see them now, on the
side of her neck. The pinpoint scars that came with being a frequent donor.
Cory would have them soon, thought Green a little sadly. Green had his own,
long faded now, where his two recent wounds sat.
"Interesting." Murmured Green in reply. "Were you a bet, a bribe, or a
bauble?
The girl smiled, then, bitterly, and Green wondered if that moment hadn't been
the moment of coral nail polish and electric hair for her. "I was a bribe.
Crispin gave Sezan a lot of bribes at first.
"Hmm...and now what does he give Sezan?" Green asked, voice still pleasant,
hand still gripping her wrist. The young man still stood at Green's back, so
Green ran his hand down his body, slowly, suggestively, and the boy leaned
into his touch like a kitten.
The girl looked down, a poisoned tear escaped her eye, and ran with mascara
down her face. "Tribute." She said softly.
Green nodded. It was the answer he'd expected, with more pain, perhaps, than
he'd anticipated. He let go of her wrist and caught her chin again, pressing
his lips together with hers in a blue lighted kiss. He felt her poison seep
away from her pores, and planted a 'gift' of his own. "So, Tribute," He named
her, as he pulled away from her kiss, "The next time you see Crispin, give him
that message for me, will you?
She nodded, looking at him with elf-struck eyes. "I can only do that if Sezan
allows me to." She told him blankly.
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Green raised his eyebrows. The compulsion he'd cast had been fairly
strong apparently Sezan's compulsion was stronger. It was almost overkill, to
burden the little coral snake with such a command. Sezan was either very new
at this game, or very paranoid about the things he thought of as his. "Well
then," He told her seriously, "You will have to give the message to Sezan,
yes?
"Yes." She answered, and he gave her a tiny push on the chest, sitting her
down on the couch behind her. A sound behind him made Green turn around to the
kid, who was gazing at him adoringly.
"You want something, don't you?" Green asked kindly, and the boy nodded
unhappily.
"You don't know how to name it, do you?" He continued, and the boy shook his
head, biting his lip. Green raised a tender hand to a stubbled face. Poor
baby probably an artist, someone sensitive, misunderstood, frightened of life.
Not a child anymore, and yet easily sucked into this house, with its unholy
leaders, its cruelty, and its pain.
"I'll tell you what you want," murmured Green, allowing the kid to lean into
him. Their lips touched, and Green pulled back. "You want love." They touched
again, retreated. "Acceptance." He whispered, finding the taste of the young
man sweet, still, like a chocolate dropped on the floor. A little dirt there,
yet the chocolate remained. "Safety." And with a moan the boy pulled Green
into a kiss, and Green crushed him against his body, being generous with his
arousal and his tongue. And he flooded the boy with protection against the
coral snake, and any other poison that may have been flooding his veins at the
moment, filling him with it, until Green knew he would see the place for what
it was, and live to tell the tale. The young man gave a little half sob, and
fell to the floor in a second climax, bemused and frightened.
Green crouched down by him, pulling off his own T-Shirt, and using it to wipe
off the fluid that now covered the newly buttoned jeans. "I give you
acceptance and safety boy." Green told him, dropping the shirt into his lap.
Then he stood and tousled his hair on the way out of the door. "All you need
to do is ask.
He made a sound, and Green turned back to him. Their eyes met for a moment,
but the younger man looked down, clasping his knees against his chest and
rocking back and forth, shaking his head.
"Any time, boy. My name is Green. Ask around you'll be able to find me." He
turned back at the door.
"By the way, Tribute," He said carelessly before he left, "Where does Sezan
play? When does he play next?
"He plays at Granite Horse tonight." She responded, still blankly. Poor baby,
he thought again in sympathy, caught between two compulsions of such strength.
She'd be lucky if she survived with her mind.
And with that thought he stalked to his motorcycle and gunned the motor,
disappearing down the street wearing a helmet and a pair of jeans, his
smooth-skinned chest white enough to reflect the glare of the sun.
Cory
How Not to be a Gas Station Clerk
I awoke once to the sound of raised voices Arturo's and Greens why would they
be fighting? and then a fuzzy feeling, like pulling a staticky sock off your
shirt, and then I was sucked right back down into sleep again. When I awoke
again I was in a tangle of limbs, so much so that I had to fight my way to the
surface, gasping for breath. I found two thick braids, one dark, one fair,
crossing my body, and Adrian's eyes, staring at me in concern, as he hovered
above me about a foot from the bed.
"Jesus," I murmured, "Can everybody fly here but me?
"You can fly." Arturo said from the foot of the bed, "You just can't control
it.
That did it...blonde braid Green, dark braid Bracken, fuzzy red hair over
Green's hip Grace, voice at the foot of the bed Arturo, purring
noise Renny..."Get off me!" I yelped, feeling suddenly claustrophobic. Eight
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