Second chapter- WOOT! And this one actual has some fuckin' action.

Warnings- Male/Male(YAOI!) sex/sex acts, cursing, brutality, violence, blood, gore, AWESOMENESS, radiadtion, cyanide, milk, milk by-products, peanuts, FUCKIN' CRAZY SHIT.

Disclaimer- I do not own Otis B. Driftwood, Devil's Reject, Rob Zombie or any of this shit. Only the story. And I make no profit off it. Unless you count love as profit. In that case, I'm fucked.

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Everyone except Nova and Otis had settled in for the night. Mother Firefly and Baby had long since headed up stairs. Captain Spalding recently retired to the lumpy couch, abandoning arguing with Otis and trying to coax Nova into conversation. Tiny retreated to the basement around the same time as the girls departure, but no one was really paying any attention.

Nova fidgeted, dreading the ever approaching bed-time. Suddenly, his eyes went wide- he had to yawn. He fought it for about half a minute before it forced itself out. Otis smirked and stretched, cracking his back with a loud pop.

"I guess it's time to hit the fuckin' hay, little shit." he stood up and jerked his head toward the stairs. "Get your ass up there."

After hesitating for a brief moment, Nova stood and took a few step away from the table. He looked at Otis, wondering how well it would go over if he darted out the door.

"The fuck? Ya want me to carry you, fuckface?" Otis shoved him hard, attempting to make him move faster. Instead, the boy toppled over and hit the floor, his bad hand slipping out of his pocket and landing under him in an awkward manner.

Grunting in annoyance, the older man rolled him over- and his eyes were immediately drawn to Nova's stump of a hand. Otis's eyes were momentarily wide, before they narrowed in obvious anger. Nova looked up at the man frightfully, shivering against the floorboards.

"That's why the fuck you look so fuckin' familiar. You little fuckin' shit..." He reached down and grabbed the boy by the wrist, roughly jerking him to his feet. Once he was steady, Otis pulled back his fist and merrily proceeded to sucker punch Nova in the jaw, grinning when he heard a loud, nasty crunch.

Nova's head whipped to the side from the force of the blow and he distantly heard himself squeak. Turning his head back, his eyes were wide and blood was running down his chin. The old man cupped his hand beneath the boys chin and gave him a pointed look.

"Spit 'em out, little shit." Nova scowled lightly, but complied and spit out two of his molars, along with a generous amount of blood. "Now climb those fuckin' stairs, ya little fucker. It's gonna be a long night."

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Nova sat on Otis's bed, watching the man rummaged through countless draws. Watching the man's lean body flex while he stretched to reach for whatever he was searching for, the boy felt his face start heat up. As his blush crept across his pale face, Otis turned around and threw something at him. When the soft fabric collided with his head, he let out a soft breath he hadn't been aware he had been holding. Pulling the thing off himself, he discovered it was a t-shirt.

"Um, what's this for exactly?" Nova looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Aw, the little shit's a little dumbass, too. How fuckin' adorable." Otis spat, rolling his eyes. "It's a fuckin' shirt to sleep in, ya fuckin' dumb fuck. Ya gotta wear what ya got on now tomorrow, so there's no fuckin' sense in sleepin' in it. Hurry up and change, fuck face."

"Oh... C-can you turn around. Please? I can't change if you're l-"

"Fuck no! Man the fuck up, little shit. Just do it and we can fuckin' move on."

Nova's eye widened considerably, but he did as he was told. With a slight shiver, he pulled off with striped shirt and set it to the side. Picking the t-shirt up again, he slipped it over his head and tugged it on. He frowned slightly as the collar fell over one of his thin shoulders. He looked back over at the other, silent pleading, not wanting to take off his-

"Pants. Take 'em off, ya silly little fucker."

Blushing hard, the boy stood up and bent down, quickly untying his combat boots. As he slid the first shoe off, Otis grabbed his ass, making him yelp in surprise. When both boots were off, he unbuckled his belt and dropped it to the floor before unzipping and slipping out of his tight, grey pants. Looking around somewhat awkwardly, Nova shifted his weight from foot to foot, waiting for further instruction.

"Get on your knees."

"But I-"

"Do not make me repeat myself." Otis pulled a switchblade out of his pants pocket. Nova pouted a little, but he complied and knelt before the much stronger man. Automatically, he reached for his belt. Otis smacked his hand away. "Not yet, shit head."

Raising the knife, Otis brought it up to Nova's cheek, resting it in front of his ear. The boy inhaled sharply as the blade was dragged across his cheek, over his nose and to the other ear. He bite his lip hard and tried not to show any signs of pain. He waited as silently as he could as the man slashed away at his pale face, making line after angry red line. Blood welled up in the numerous cuts and ran down to drip onto his borrowed shirt. He kept his eyes clenched shut, not opening them until them blade was ripped through both his rosy lips.

He let out a sound he didn't recognize as tears ran from his now-open eyes, something in the back of his mind registering all the pain as pleasure. He glanced down as blood ran into his eyes, desperately trying to blink the metallic shit out, and gaped at the tent in the front of his tawny, blood-covered shirt. Otis either failed to notice or failed to care, probably the latter, and unzipped his faded jeans. He pulled his semi-hard cock out and pressed it against Nova's lips, making the boy hiss at the stinging sensation. The man glared down at him.

"Ya bite me and I'll cut your fuckin' nuts off. Got that, little shit?" Otis said calmly, still glaring daggers at the other. Nova nodded slightly, fear in his eyes, and it forced a grin from the man. "Come on, fuckface. You don't have to be too scared. I mean, remember all those years ago, when that fuckin' whore of a sister of mine let you free? Yeah, I'm sure you fuckin' do. I thought you were good as gone. Shit, when we lose a bitch, we lose 'em for good."

"I... I don't understand why she let you go. That dumb fuck should've killed your ass. But now that you've dragged your broken self back here- willin'ly, I might fuckin' add- I'm not lettin' ya go this time. You are mine and mine until you fuckin' die. I am the Reaper and I will do my job." Otis sneered down at the whimpering boy. "And now it's time for you to do your job. Get to it, ya stupid little fucker." He tentatively pressed his cock against Nova's lips once more, urging the boy on.

Nova swallowed the pain, along with most of his pride, and set to work licking the hard thing from base to tip. When he swirled his tongue around the head and Otis gave him a strained groan, he couldn't help but feel like the some of the control had shifted to his small hands. He knew he was wrong, but it was still a nice feeling.

"Hey, shit stain- come on, stop fuckin' messin' around." Otis grunted. Nova was taking too much time, teasing him just a bit too much. The older man rested the tip of his switchblade of the boys shoulder, prodding at the delicate flesh. He starting digging it in just ever so slightly. Nova cringed a little and looked up with pleading eyes. "Now, you know I wouldn't do it if you'd just fuckin' suck it." Otis explain in a mock-pleasant tone, waving his free hand to emphasize the 'seriousness' of the matter.

When the boy didn't respond, he tangled his dirty fingers in Nova's hair and pushed his head forward. Nova panicked and hastily opened his mouth, not wanting to upset the man. His eyes just about bugged out of his head as Otis's large cock was shoved half-way down his throat, nearly choking him and all-but cutting off his breath. Struggling to breath, Nova took ragged breathes through his nose and placed his hands on the man's thighs, trying to push him away. Otis didn't let up and instead held him in place until lightheadedness set in. Just as he started to sway, Otis pulled out, allowing him to breathe.

"Hurry up and catch your fuckin' breath, fuckhead," he grinned while Nova choked, sputtering and trying relearn the process of inhale/exhale. "This is gonna take a while." Pushing back in just as the boy stopped panting, Otis smirked when the boy put his hand on his hips. Even though it was to keep his balance, Otis saw it as him being a- "Cocky motherfucker," he chuckled, fucking Nova's mouth, watching the boy's eyes tear up. "I bet this hurts like a bitch, huh? I bet your lips just feel like so much fuckin' shit. Right? Uh-huh. They probably do."

Otis groaned as his cock grazed Nova's palate and started thrusting harder. When the boy shut his eyes, he shoved his switchblade deep into Nova's shoulder, right behind the collar bone. Nova's eyes flew open and he clenched his fingers around Otis's narrow hips, his bony digits digging into the albino flesh. Otis twisted the knife, rolling his hips as his climax began to approach.

"Shit!" he cried, giving a finally thrust of his hips and the blade as he released. When he pulled out, Nova swallowed thickly, sobbing quietly as he clutched as his shoulder. Wrenching the knife out, he threw it to the floor, not looking at the man before him.

Otis tucked himself back into his jeans and yawned loudly. After stretching to pop his back, he padded over to his closet. Minutes later, he returned with a lead pipe. Weighing it in his hand, he nodded at Nova.

"Ehh, I guess that was ok. I've had better. Like, from truck stop whores, but I guess ya did your fuckin' best. Right shit stain?" Otis grinned down at him, trying not to laugh at the hurt look on his torn-up face. "Nah, I'm just jerkin' your shit. It was pretty good. Now stand the fuck up."

Eyeing him wearily, Nova stood. His balance was a bit off and he was kinda dizzy, but he stayed standing. At least, he stayed standing until Otis cracked him in the ribs with the pipe.

Laying on the floor, he didn't dare to move- instead he kept still. Otis watched him for a moment before kicking his shit in, raining blows upon his back and stomach. The hits lasted long after the boy was unconscious. Otis stood there, scratching the back of his head, staring down at him.

"Good night, little shit." he cooed, before flopping down on his thin mattress. Looking over the metal bed frame he added- "See ya in the fuckin' mornin'."

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Next chapter, here I come...

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