Hi! This is my first time writing in this fandom and actually my first (published) fanfiction.
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*EDIT* I have made some changes. The Serpents only deal in marijuana, thus Robbie only sells weed and NOT Jingle Jangle.
CHAPTER ONE
Every week it was the same thing: after school, I head over the tracks to the Northside and sell the weed myself and the other South Side Serpents manufactured that week. Except, ever since the Black Hood started terrorising the town, people were reluctant to buy from a Serpent anymore, seeing as everyone on the Northside figured it was a Southsider with an axe to grind. (Literally.)
Reggie Mantle was my only repeat customer these days. A few new ones here and there, but I could always count on Reggie. While his preference was Jingle Jangle, we didn't deal in that kind of stuff. He'd have to go to the Ghoulies for that. Weed was easy and harmless. If you knew what you were doing.
I never thought to ask where Reggie got the money from - drugs weren't cheap, especially for a high school student - but I figured it wasn't a conversation I'd be interested in having. Besides, I already knew the answer. The parents on the Northside worked white collar jobs. Lawyers, bank managers, realtors. Not like those from the Southside where I was from.
Growing up a Southsider meant you had a pretty black and white life. Those on the other side of town would judge you, sometimes without reason. The Black Hood seemed to be levelling out the playing field, bringing to light the crimes of the Northsiders. On one hand, I approved, even if it was bad for business. Riverdale did have a lot to answer for, after all.
One of the founding family's, the Blossom's, were a prime example of that. Cliff Blossom shot his own son to cover up his illicit affairs which seemed to set the town down an ugly path to- Redemption? Retribution?
Who knew what the Black Hood stood for. The only indication the people of Riverdale got came from his letter, published in the Register. He claimed he was punishing 'sinners' - criminals and degenerates, he called them. He killed Geraldine Grundy for having affairs with underage students. He tried to kill Moose and Midge for taking drugs and being promiscuous. He shot Fred Andrews for being an adulterer.
All of it took place on the Northside. And even though Riverdale was ugly all over, people liked to point the finger at Southsiders.
I met the rest of the Serpent's at the Whyte Wyrm, the gang's bar at the end of town, to hand over the takings I made that afternoon
"Same story as last week," I explained as I pulled the cash from my pockets and placed it on the table.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tall Boy asked.
Fangs sat down beside me. I could tell he was hoping for some action.
"Been skimping, Reynolds?"
I shot Fangs a look and nudged him away.
"It means the Black Hood has Northsiders scared."
"Does that mean you're gonna go all vigilante on us like those Red Circle kids and catch him yourself?" Toni's voice appeared from behind Tall Boy as she joined us at the table.
I hid a smirk. I liked Toni.
"He's right," she added as she sat next to Tall Boy. "Until the Black Hood is dead and history, the Northside will be on their best behaviour. And that means no Jingle Jangle."
Tall Boy groaned. He wasn't much for words.
"Besides, you read that letter he wrote to the Register. He's attacking degenerates."
"Better watch out then, Reynolds," Fangs quipped.
I turned and grabbed his hand swiftly and began to squeeze his fingers.
"Do you have something to say?" My grip tightened.
"Alright, pipe down," Tall Boy interjected. "He didn't mean nothin' by it."
Toni smiled, amused. Fangs did mean something. I had boyfriends and refused to be quiet about it. Some in the gang, like Fangs, seemed to think I should be.
I released my grip to let Fangs nurse his crushed fingers.
"I'll keep trying, but like Toni said, until the Black Hood is caught, we're in a downturn."
"Besides," Toni added. "I hear the Mayor is planning to implement a curfew."
Tall Boy slammed the table with his fists and groaned again. That was enough for everyone to scatter.
I got up from the table and followed Toni to the bar.
"You shouldn't let him get to you," she said sympathetically.
"I'm not worried," I replied casually. "It'll pick up." I hoped. I relied on my cut. I needed the money to fix the car dad gave me.
"I'm not talking about Tall Boy."
I let out a sigh and turned to face the shelf of bottles behind the bar. I wasn't interested in talking about Fangs.
"He's probably upset you haven't tried it on with him," she teased.
I made a disgusted face at her and nudged her with my elbow.
"Besides, he knows you can kick his ass if you wanted to."
"Agreed." I gave her a pleased grin and, as usual, she was fast enough to catch it.
"Come on, you can give me a lift home." She tapped on the bar to signal their departure and pushed me through to the back.
After dropping Toni off, I decided to go to the woods. It was dangerous with the Black Hood still on his crime spree, but I was used to danger. I could take care of myself if need be. Besides, it wasn't like I could pick up guys at the Whyte Wrym.
A majority of the other Serpent's respected me, mostly because of my dad and the fact that I could take care of myself like a Serpent should - apparently that was a shock to some of them, a gay guy able to fight - but it didn't change the fact that things were different for me.
I pulled up just before the clearing and got out. I usually wore my Serpent's jacket when in Northside territory - especially when I sold to the Riverdale High kids, just to remind them who was boss - except, apparently not every guy seemed to want to be pressed up against a gangbanger in the dark. Who could tell these days?
I headed off on the trail with my hands buries in my jeans. It was cold out and I hoped it wouldn't take long to come across another guy looking to get off. I regretted not bringing a second jacket.
"Hey!" Called out a whisper behind some bushes.
I squinted and peered around to find Tad. He was an attractive blonde jock from Riverdale High. One of my customers.
"What you got, man?" Tad's voice was hushed but excitable.
"I'm not selling," I replied.
"Oh," the blonde replied initially. He obviously didn't know that I was gay. He caught on eventually, though.
"So, you wanna...?" The blonde left it out there with a chummy grin and Robbie was too horny to turn him down.
"Come here," I said, giving in with a half-grin.
I pulled him in for a kiss by his varsity jacket and held onto him as our lips worked against one another's. We stumbled for a bit before we found a tree and I pushed him up against it roughly and got a grin in response. The preppy ones enjoyed the rough handling.
We kissed more than I was used to, but I didn't mind. Tad's lips were soft and he smelt like soap and fresh linen. He was the kind of American dream guy you'd see in the window of an Abercrombie and Fitch shopfront. His hair was soft too, and I enjoyed running my fingers through it and gripping it tightly.
I switched our positions so I could rest myself back against the tree and to guide Tad to his knees. My hands fell by my wayside. I wanted him to do the work of unzipping my jeans.
He was almost ready to pull out my cock before the sound of rustling bushes from behind interrupted us.
"Shit, someone's coming!" Tad exclaimed in a hushed voice.
"More the merrier," I replied with a smirk. Some guys liked to watch. I didn't mind. If I was honest, I kind of liked it. Though, I stopped smirking once I realised Tad was planning to leave.
"Wait-!" I tried to grab the blonde's hand but he was off, scattering into the trees.
My head fell back against the tree at the anticlimax. I was too lazy to go after him.
"Sorry," came a voice out behind the bushes. "I thought you were alone."
"I am now," I replied as I began to zip up my jeans. I pulled my hand away absentmindedly before realising I was sporting a very large erection. Not that I cared. We were there for the same reason, after all.
New Guy's expression seemed to suggest it was impressive.
"Care to take his place?" I was not giving up just yet.
"Absolutely," New Guy replied with a beaming smile. He got to his knees to finish were Tad left off. He was fast, too. I was impressed by the fact he had me completely in his mouth in a mere few seconds, and my mind turned off and tuned into the pleasure of the warmth the mouth provided instead.
Even though New Guy had been fast to get to his knees, he was well-paced in his efforts. His mouth moved up and down slowly with lips tight around my length. I preferred a guy who just used his mouth.
The pace increased slowly until I could feel his head banging back and forth down my cock and his mouth reaching all the way down to the base of my length, my cock buried in his throat.
I gripped his hair and peeked down to see his eyes looking up at me adoringly. It felt strangely nice to see that kind of expression during an act of such servitude, and I had a strong urge to pull him off my cock and kiss him deeply.
I was soon distracted by the feeling of my orgasm building at the base of my balls as the sucking continued. I closed his eyes again and inched to my toes, curving my back to send my cock further down New Guy's throat.
I let out a loud, prolonged groan as my load began to shoot out. I clenched his hair tightly as my cum streamed out and I didn't let go until my orgasm was completely over.
I looked down again to see him gulping down my load with my cock still in his mouth. He continued sucking me off with his eyes still looking up at me like before, this time as if he were worshipping me.
I pulled out of his mouth and watched as he cleaned my cock off with his eager, swirling tongue before he got to his feet again. He forced us into a kiss and I was caught off guard. I'd never been kissed by a guy after being blown before. His lips were soft and wet with my cum and the sensation was unfamiliar but thrilling.
"You don't want to- Take care of yourself?" I asked. I wasn't exactly offering. I didn't enjoy sucking cock like other guys did. But I'd jerk him off if he asked.
"I'm good," he replied. "By the way, I'm Kevin," he introduced himself after he wiped his lips with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He even extended his hand for a handshake.
I looked at his hand curiously, though my expression was probably more bewildered, before deciding to shake it.
"Robbie," I replied. Kevin smiled brightly. Now that I could see him a bit better, I noticed how attractive he was. In an old Hollywood actor kind of way. Like Cliff Montgomery or Clark Gable without the moustache.
I also realised it was actually the second time I had seen Kevin. Only this time we got to meet. He normally wore sweats, pretending as if he were going for a run, I could only assume - the first time I saw him he wasn't doing much running - and I wondered if he was closeted. Perhaps 'exercising' was just a cover.
"Just going for a run, Dad!" "Sure, Kevin!" "Love you, Dad!" "Love you too, Son!"
The curious lives of Northsiders. They certainly weren't what they seemed. The Black Hood had done a good job of pointing that out.
"If these woods could talk, huh?" Kevin joked as they headed back down the path.
"They'd be traumatised."
That got a laugh and I enjoyed seeing his bright smile again. I could see Kevin being the kind of person you wanted to make laugh, just to see him smile.
"So, you go to Riverdale?" High School, I meant.
"Yep!" Kevin replied, dancing on his tiptoes. He had his hands buried in his sweats. "Do you, uh...?"
"Go to school?" I laughed. "Yes. South Side. Is that a problem?"
"No! Why would it be?" Kevin's expression was sort of a half-frown.
"You tell me." I shrugged and stopped. "I know you saw the tattoo."
I rolled my arm around to reveal the Serpent that was inked on my forearm.
"I hadn't, actually." For some reason, I believed him.
"Any regrets?"
"Not yet," Kevin replied before simply smiling. He flittered down the walk bridge, grinning to himself and looking around. He was definitely a curious thing.
"Uh, what is that?" He had stopped in the middle of walk bridge and the way he enunciated the words made it sound like whatever it was, it wasn't pretty.
I caught up to him where he stood on the bridge and looked down at the tiny stream below. There was something shimmering in the moonlight, something silvery, like a metal dial. Heading down the tiny slope to the water, I looked at it suspiciously. Kevin joined but kept behind me, peering over my shoulder as if we were facing a predator. He reached for my hand and instead of pulling away, I took it. It felt awkward and new, but not bad.
"What is it?" Kevin asked.
I did the deed myself and knelt down to brush away the leaves so we could both see. Not that I could blame Kevin.
"Is that a-?"
"Yeah," I interrupted, sighing as I looked back at Kevin. "It sure is."
The shimmering came from a watch, which was attached to a severed arm with a piece of skin in the shape of a serpent missing.