What Can't Be Healed (Snund)

by Dawnasaurr

Some things just can't be healed, some hurts never fully close. Snakes past is a long and dark one, his future clouded by things he can't escape. He needs help. M for future chapters. Mainly for violence. Snund with side of PewdieCry, and RedxRuss.

10. The Words I Say & The Voices I Hide

Snund

WC: 14,758

WARNINGS: NSFW -Violence, blood, some gore, and smut

A/N: Sooooo, Happy WCBH Anniversary. It's been one year to the day I've been writing this fic and just thanks to everyone who's stuck around though my terrible ability to update and bad plot lines, and bad writing. Hopefully you can see the improvement. It's been a ride and one that's almost over, only a few updates left until the end. Hope you continue to read and enjoy.

*Note: This story was plotted and written before Red and Russ broke it off and she left the fandom. Sorry if it's kind of in bad taste but they were both essential to the story. I had thought about making changes but the plot hinges too much on them and the way I portray them in this fic. Sorry if any offense is taken.

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X: The Words I Say & The Voices I Hide

Jund pulls into the driveway sooner than he supposes he should, speeding with stolen merchandise from a hospital was not the best idea he ever had. The car door slams behind him, duffel bag thrown casually over one shoulder as he heads to the door. His heart was pounding, stomach twisting with the need to make sure Snake was okay, the worry that clawed insistently at his abdomen was putting all his nerves on end.

The world outside is drastically quiet in comparison to the emotions he feels tolling inside of himself. He hates it. He should have more control, he needed to in order to be a help to anyone.

It's only seconds after the first knock that the door opens and he's greeted by Red's warm smile.

"Jund, good you're here," she said ushering him in. "Russ mentioned something about you procuring an IV, is that true?"

The duo walked further into her home, and she pauses at the kitchen island looking toward him expectantly.

Jund flashes her a smirk, "I wouldn't have come unless I had it. Whatever he needs, you should know that."

Red nodded, a knowing look on her face but she said nothing more as she watched Jund pull the equipment out of his bag and set it on the counter. He tried not to notice how the tension melted out of her shoulders when she saw the fluids and tubes needed, he must be worse than he thought.

"Can, can I see him?"

Just then he felt pressure on his shoulder distracting him, and a firm hand squeezed comfortingly. "Hey Russ." Scott greeted turning around and embracing the other man in a warm hug. "It's good to see both of you, I'm just glad he's okay."

"He will be now, thanks to you."

Scott looked up towards Russ' face, then to Red's, confusion setting in. "H-he wasn't that bad was he? I mean, I thought you said he'd be fine even if I couldn't get the IV."

"I'm gonna go get this started," Russ said, rounding the counter and taking the bag and tubes from her "Red you explain for me okay?"

Red nodded, giving the retired medic a kiss on the cheek as he headed down the hall. Scott was pulled towards the couch and sat opposite Red who had opened a window and pulled out a cigarette.

"So how bad was he, or rather, is he?"

She lit her cigarette taking a long drag, before giving Scott her attention. "He was as bad as we told you, and he would have been okay, but that was before we realized we couldn't wake him up."

Scott's hand rubbed down his face as all the breath seemed to leave his lungs. "So another words you couldn't get him to eat or drink anything, and his condition has continued to deteriorate overnight."

"That exactly," Red said. "We, or rather Russ, since I have no experience when it comes to non-reptiles, isn't sure if he's in a coma, passed out from exhaustion, or in some kind of mental paralysis that's in conjunction with his mental illness. We were rather hoping you'd be able to narrow that last one down for us after we get some fluid in him."

Scott breathes out a heavy sigh, he can feel his blood pumping a his temple, throbbing along with his heartbeat. The mantra of, he'll be okay, he'll be okay, he'll be okay, reiterated itself in his head over and over, he had to believe that. There was so much left to do, he was determined to help this man if it was the last thing he did, fuck everything else in the equation.

Scott rubbed his hands together while he waited for Red to finish her cigarette. He had a lot on his mind and had to organize his thoughts. The light from above made shadows on his hands as he twisted them, and for a moment they reminded him of being beside a campfire. He looked towards the window, it had started raining.

"How long do you think he was out there?"

Red looked at Jund before turning to the window as well snuffing her cig out in the ash tray. "I figure most of the time he was missing he was on his way here. By road it may only take an hour or so depending on traffic, but assuming he took the woods… the timeline somewhat fits."

Scott turned towards the red head. "Most of the time?"

"Well he did have a bag on him, looks like he went back to the crime scene, or rather his house, to grab things. He was at least smart enough to grab his medication, along with what he needed to get here, but," she shrugged "It still wasn't enough, he was dehydrated, which is why we assume he passed out."

Jund nodded. "Being ex military I would have assumed he'd have made it here faster."

"That what I told Russ, but he said accounting for his mental instability, it makes sense if he would have gotten disoriented a few times trying to get the right thoughts in order and so on."

"That makes sense." Scott said, standing.

"How so, I'm a bit lost to be honest?"

Scott pointed towards the kitchen "Mind if I make some coffee?"

Red stood as well stretching her back. "That sounds great actually, let's go make some."

Scott pulled out a bar stool and watched Red get the pot going. "As for Snake, his condition, as far as we are aware of anyhow, is progressing, or rather deteriorating for the worse. The trigger that made him snap on Cry, we don't know what kind of trigger it was. It could have been just focused on Cry specifically, or it could have made him snap completely, I won't know until he wakes."

Red cocked out a hip and blew a loose strand of hair out of her face. "I get that, but how would that affect his ability to travel, it would have taken him three days max, before, well, all this."

"His alternate, the personality that we've all seen a few times, we don't know much about it to be honest. It seems malicious, but we can't be sure, it could be manifesting for a number of reasons with even more numerous intents. If Snake were to lose more and more control the weaker he got, the less energy he had, or more fatigued he became, who knows how off track that other him could have led him. For all we know it may be the reason he survived as long as he did."

Red raised her eyebrow as she handed Scott a mug of coffee. "What do you mean, I thought you said malicious?"

Scott took to offered mug and pointed to the sugar as he continued. "I also said it had numerous possible intents. But in the end it boils down to the brain and instinctual behavior. Even if his true self, would find it hard to go on, the alter, as all alters tend to, would most likely have an ingrained sense of self-preservation. They don't want to leave, let alone die."

Red took back the sugar as Scott was done, offering cream but putting it away as he waved his hand. "So another words the very disease which is ruining his life may have just save it."

"Exactly."

-X-

That first day was the worst. Watching Snake, waiting to see if anything happened. It became clear rather early on that they would need more than one bag of IV fluid but this time Russ volunteered to go.

Scott lost count of how many times he peaked into his darkened room, not quite sure if he should go in or not. He and the others were all worried what the result would be if Scott was the first one Snake saw. The likelihood that he would panic was high and considering how weak he would be, was not a good idea.

So he spent a lot of time working. On his notes, patient files he had had the foresight to bring with him, "just in case." It was tedious work at best. None of his current patients could hold a flame to Snake, to how much the man had captured his eye, his interest, which wasn't so unusual as the fact that he was able to keep it.

Scott turned the files in his hand writing down some quick notes on how to finally get Mrs. Littlestone on the road to recovery from her life-debilitating morgellons. That had been an interesting case to diagnose. She came in, well, more like was forced in by her husband. He had said she was getting worse at the scratching that had plagued her her whole life. Her body was riddled with scars and she had severe paranoia. Getting her to trust that he wasn't working for the government was harder than it was to get Snake to open up to him, which while he still hadn't done, though he would bet no one would take quite as long as someone with mentally ingrained distrust and paranoia.

The thing with this case was he had lost interest, yes she was still his patient, but she had lost the spark, that something that had driven his constant intrigue in Mrs. Littlestone. Snake, Snake was definitely something more.

It wasn't just about looks either, though it hadn't hurt. Snake was intelligent, and while some people may think it absurd to say such a thing, intelligence was in fact sexy. Knowing that Snake could and had outsmarted him, outmaneuvered him and his first deducing of illnesses and proper treatments. He was so used to being the most intelligent person in the room he hadn't known what to do when he was outfoxed.

Scott had done his fair share of research on Snake as well. Read too many books, research articles, and online theories to last him a lifetime. While he knew Snake's condition had manifested in an alternate, he still didn't know why. It could easily be something as physical as a tumor, or maybe something else more psychological, a result of PTSD of some kind, not necessarily military related either. He had treated too many cases of repressed childhood abuse to last him a lifetime.

His wife had died a long time ago and while he knew it was a sore spot it didn't seem to be too much of the case. There was always the possibility that he was the trigger as well. Not that he liked that idea anymore than the others. But from what Red and Russ had said about him being the only one Snake had shown any interest in since Cheyenne… that struck a cord. This could in fact be a case of guilt, guilt can easily be a trigger for something like this if the other mental deficits were already there.

Scott sighed downing the last of his third cup of coffee. The truth was he wouldn't know anything until he had an actual session with Snake. One where he got the answers he needed. Trust was obviously going to be an issue now more than ever, but hopefully once he realized he came without cops that would soothe things over, or at the very least be a start.

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It took three days for him to wake up. Of course Scott was the only one there. Russ was out getting groceries and some last minute medical supplies they might need if Snake was out longer and Red was in the basement with her reptiles.

Scott had been taking a nap, or more like fell asleep with his head in another criminal psychology textbook Russ had been kind enough to grab from his office. There was swearing and a crash and he'd run to the room without even thinking.

"Fuck." he said going to the fallen man, who he is assuming tripped over his IV tube. "You okay?"

There was an unintelligible sound as a response and then he looked up. Scott saw his eyes widen as he scanned his surroundings with still half aware and glazed over eyes and tried to shuffle away.

"You."

He was weaker than he thought and when he tried to get up on his own, his weight shifted again and he slammed back into Scott who had just barely been able to hold onto him.

"Shh Snake it's okay. I promise."

A mutter of the word, "Promises..." is all he hears before he sees Red rush into the room and help him with the man.

"Jesus he weighs a ton," Red groaned as they managed to both get him back onto the bed.

"I'm prettier sure it's just us being annoyingly smaller than him, but whatever makes you feel better."

Red punched him in the arm and Scott had to pretend it didn't hurt as much as it did. It was going to turn into a nasty bruise, not that he planned to complain about it, at least not while she was around.

Snake was already passed out again, the little escapade taking more out of him than either like to see. Having been surviving off of IV fluids alone, it wasn't like much better could be expected. The IV had been taken out of his arm when he woke, and Red said that was pretty normal considering he probably thought he was in a hospital somewhere and the first thing he would have tried to do was escape.

Scott had thought about questioning that but considering Snake was wanted for murder and attempted murder, it didn't seem such an outrageous claim. One good thing he noticed, even as groggy and incoherent as he was he seemed to be himself, which given everything else that had gone wrong, was a good sign.

Jund slumped into a chair beside Snake's bed and sighed, "What do you think is gonna happen to him?"

Red slid down the wall until she reached the floor. "I've been trying not to think about it. I-I'm beyond worried about him. He's gonna go to jail, and so are we, we're all gonna go to jail, we're harboring a fugitive, a murderer at that."

He reached over and squeezed her shoulder. "You were in the military, you both have been murderers for a long time, one's just legal, justified if you will. Maybe this was as well, we don't know."

Red glared at him in the dark room, he could still see her how green her eyes were, maybe even glowing in spite of it. "We are all at fault. Friends have died, Cry was mutilated, tell me how he deserved that. Tell me how my best friend who I served and protected with my life become capable of that."

"I will."

"You will?" she asked, with a hint of sarcastic dissidence.

"It is only through mystery and madness, that the soul is revealed."

Red turned to look at Snake, resting her head back against the wall. "Who said that?"

"Thomas Moore."

"Well I hope he serves you well. If not, were all screwed."

Scott couldn't help but agree with her.

-X-

Snake's condition was precarious at best, when he left for work on Monday morning. He'd awoken a few times, enough to down some broth and make a few laps around the room before passing out again. He hadn't wanted to see Scott, well that's what he was told, but he'd overheard Snake from the other room room. "Keep that lying bastard away from me."

Jund remained in the dark as to why he was no longer wanted, branded with his new title and sent away. He wasn't sure what he did to make Snake push him away, as far away as he could at that. He refused to tell Red and Russ what was wrong no matter how many times they asked.

Scott assumed he was supposed to know what exactly was wrong, but he didn't. He had an idea, but not a real reason, which is what bothered him most. Worse than that was the effect it had on him, he didn't like have his emotions manipulated, especially by someone as unstable as Snake. He knew his thoughts were harsh, and out of anger, but Scott was out of his depth. Snake crossed all of his expectations, even made him cross lines, boundaries he'd never even been tempted to cross.

He had to face facts though. Maybe it was for the best. Only good could come from some time apart, at least on an emotional level. Maybe he could finally get his head straight, make the attraction thin out a bit, make it easier to forget, everything.

Russ delivered updates throughout the week, and Scott was glad to hear the he was making great progress. While he was happy to hear it, he tried not to dwell. He'd be back during the weekend to try again, it was his job after all. They had to figure out something. Anything honestly, or else they were all in way over their heads.

Officer Kirby and Krism stopped by his officer for lunch on Thursday to get updates. Scott told them their had been no contact as of yet and he in return asked if they had any leads. Unsurprisingly they didn't.

Krism steeples her fingers across from him while Kirby took another bite out of a scone. "Posters of his face have been put up, as well as a media profile telling people to be on the lookout, but for what we really can't say. Yes he murdered someone, from what we can tell anyways, but we don't really have much besides your friends word and the crime scene, which since he lived there isn't as much to go on as we'd like. Fingerprints can only tell us so much."

Scott nodded thoughtfully, getting an idea. He needed them to think that he was still cooperating as much as possible and though he suspects they had already talked to them, offering them up would make him look good.

"Have you gotten a hold of his friends that he served with, Red and Russ?"

Krism nodded shooting Kirby a glare as he spilled some of his coffee on his uniform. "Yes, they came in ages ago, but we appreciate the thought. They agreed to tell us if they find out anything but to be honest, we're not expending all of our resources for this. At least not until something else happens."

"I can understand why. This has been difficult for everyone," Scott said trying not to look too relieved. "Are you pursuing other possibilities?"

Krism paused, not quite sure what to reveal but Kirby took this moment to interject. "We've had to, what with so little to go on. Cry, you, and the suspects friend, being a victim, isn't as reliable as most would think. Snake running is the most suspicious thing, which is why he's still our main, but we've pursued other possibilities, especially since mental illness is a factor."

Scott just nodded trying to ignore the death glare Krism was giving her companion. This was interesting to say the least, and the first break he'd had in a while. "What about family, were they of any help?"

Krism shook her head and sighed. "What family? His parents died years ago, and his wife died in childbirth. There's not much left, he stuck with his military buddies for awhile, and then he finished college where he reunited with your mutual friend."

Jund felt all the blood drain from his face… "C-childbirth?"

His face was frozen, thoughts swarming his head as everything seemed to cave in, a childbirth, a CHILD. His brain was at a complete loss and he shook his head almost trying to erase what he had just heard. Snake, a father…

Krism and Kirby both gave the doctor weird glances not quite sure what to make of this new state. "Yea," Krism continued trying not to dwell too much on whatever he was thinking about. "His wife died in childbirth just a few years after they were married, and his daughter Lilly, and parents died in a fire that was set by a local drug cartel. His father was an officer, and they didn't appreciate how close he was getting to the proof he he so desperately needed to bring the whole thing crashing down. He was Chief in the city he lived in, they lost a good man."

"Oh my god," the Doctor said standing up and barely thinking, "I, uh I gotta go, it was good catching up with you, but I'm running late."

Jund barely remembered shaking their hands before he was in his car and headed back to the office. He was tempted to head right over there, he shouldn't have found out this way, Snake was supposed to be the one to tell him, but fuck. How had he not seen it, no wonder he was so messed up. He already had a mountain of a fucked up past before he ever got to him, this along with anything he had to do in the military was perfect causation for blackouts and memory loss. The violence and escalation is what he was having trouble putting together, something was missing and he was going to find out what.

Once he got to his office he sat at his desk and made a call. He was glad Russ picked up, he had a feeling Red was a little too close to things to have an objective summary to give him, the last thing he wanted was to upset her.

Russ picked up on the fourth ring.
"Scott?"

"Hey Russ, I-uh something came up I need you to tell me about. Are you alone?'

There was a pause and some hushed voices he couldn't make out, but it wasn't too long before Russ' voice came back over the line. "Yea buddy, what can I do ya for?'

"Snake was a father?"

"Oh, that..."

Scott scratched at the wood of his desk trying not to let the way he was feeling affect his tone of voice. "Yeah, the cops kind of let the cat out of the bag on that one."

"Shit, is this going to affect things like you said?'

Jund shook his head despite the fact that he knew the other man couldn't see him. "I don't know, I think I'll manage, it really depends if he'll ever talk to me again. But I just, this explains so much."

"I know, just… if you ever do talk with him about it, be gentle. You don't get over something like that. It really messed him up, for years he barely spoke at all. He's no where close to the same man that he was before."

"I just found out, and it's all just kind of hitting me, this translates so much into everything, I wish he'd have opened up sooner."

"He tries not to think about her too often, about what happened..." Russ said, his voice cracking on the last word.

"You knew her?"

"Yeah, Red and I both did. You should have seen him back then, with her, he was, it was like seeing a completely different man. He loved her so much, we all did, she was great, the light of his life, Lilly was her name, she would have been something really special you know?"

Scott could hear the sniffs, the tears that must be falling down his face whether he wanted them too or not. Snake, a father, he could barely believe it, but deep down he knew, he could see it so clearly. Those muscular arms softly wrapped around a little girl with his same dark locks, smiles plastered to their faces as they looked at the camera.

It was a miracle he was still functioning at all, Scott wasn't sure what to say on a personal level, but as a therapist, he'd seen this loss before. It couldn't be healed, not really, he could only help make it easier to talk about. He'd never been a parent, but just seeing what that kind of loss looks like on a person, it's not easy.

"I know Russ, I'm sorry I brought it up, I didn't know you guys were close."

He could hear Russ trying to gather himself on the other end. "No, it's okay, better me than Red, they were closer than I was, she took Lilly shopping and did all the things mothers traditionally do with daughters, since Cheyenne wasn't around."

"It's okay to miss her, it's okay for it to be hard to talk about Russ."

And with that the other man broke down, Scott stayed on the line with him, sitting somewhere between friend and therapist, he really didn't know anymore. When his secretary knock on his door he told her to put the client on hold, he was doing an emergency phone session. Which to be honest wasn't far from the truth. He'd much rather be doing this than dealing with his next appointment anyways.

They had all secured a place in his heart whether he liked it or not, Red, Russ, Snake, even Cry had wormed his way back. Though he supposes it need more than a little bit of work.

/

The rest of the day was slow in comparison, he wasn't all there, a part of him dwelling on Snake and what he'd found out. He had known the attraction was more than physical, and now, knowing this, it made him care even more. Which considering he was no longer wanted, didn't sit very well with him. His heart ached with too many over thought feelings and emotions by the end of the day. He still had to wait until tomorrow night to head back over, maybe it would be different this weekend. He didn't have much hope.

Cry was asleep in the recliner when he got home, the television still broken, he had his 3DS still on his lap. Jund moved it off and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, throwing it over his friend. Old habits die hard.

They had been somewhat successfully living together. He'd even gotten a call the week before to tell him the carpet at Cry's home was okay to be replaced, and he could move back in sometime this week, all the evidence they needed had been collected and that was that.

Jund had told him, but he knew Cry wasn't ready for that and said he could stay as long as he needed. They may be estranged, but Scott still cared about him, he understood why he felt the way he did, roles reversed he's not sure he'd do any different. His work knew of what happened and they sent their condolences to their employee, a few people still called every now and then asking for him, wanting to catch up and see how he was doing. They'd gave him paid leave, his injuries obviously halting some of his productiveness anyways. Though with how antsy Cry had seemed over the past week he'd assumed he go back to work sooner rather than later.

A few hours passed and Jund got some cleaning done, laundry in the dryer, work set out for the next day and some articles he wanted to go over that might help with Snake, just in case. He had just ordered some Chinese food when Cry entered the kitchen.

"Oh hey, finally awake?"

"Mm, yeah. Order food?" he'd managed to mumble out tiredly.

"Yeah, Chinese, that okay?"

"Perfect, thanks."

Jund smiled kindly and went back to emptying the dishwasher. "No problem, but hey since you're up I needed to ask you if you needed anything before I take off this weekend?"

Cry cocked his head to the side trying to hide a yawn. "Going back to Red and Russ again?"

Scott nodded.

The other man made in intelligible noise and sighed. "Just a few groceries to hold me over I guess. What you going back there or anyways, don't you have better shit to do than look for Snake?"

Jund set him a warning glare. "Don't start this again."

"I'm not starting shit," Cry said, crossing his arms. "It just doesn't make sense, you looked last weekend nothing, not a damn thing, or so you said. I just don't see why you'd waste your time. What are you gonna do if you find him huh? Turn him in? Fucking doubt it."

"I'll do the right thing."

"Oh yea, I'm sure you will..." he bit back.

Jund's hands slammed down on the counter, the sound echoing through the entire room as Cry turned to leave the kitchen. "And what exactly is that supposed to fucking mean?"

"Oh please Jund,' he responded without turning around, "you know exactly what it means. You have such a damn hero complex it's comical. You couldn't turn him in even if you wanted to, you have to fucking fix everybody. News flash buddy, you can't fix evil."

Teeth ground together as his anger tried to abate itself. Jund was about done with this. "I just want to get to the bottom of what happened, I want to know why, so if it fucking kills me, I will gladly die trying to figure out what happened that night. One would think you would want to know as well."

Cry spun around walking right up to Scott, but he didn't yell like the doctor anticipated.

"I was there, I know what happened. I don't need your validation or anyone else. If you want to protect a murderer, be my fucking guest, but do not think for one second, I don't care about what happened. I don't want or need to know more than I already do, what I want is justice."

And with that he spun on his heels and walked off.

Jund ate alone that night, not that he didn't most nights, but Cry and him up until this point had managed to keep the heat under manageable levels, now, now it was just a bomb every time they passed one another. He was more than glad for a reason to be out of the house this weekend. It seemed like for everything that finally goes right, ten more go wrong. He didn't want to think about what could possibly be next.

-X-

The snow was back.

Snake always knew he would end up back here. It was his fate, the price he had to pay, his own personal hell.

The hooks pulled at the flesh, on his back once more. His kills, and this time he knew his mirror wasn't messing with him. A chain for those killed in duty, one in defense, and the last for those he could not remember, friends, comrades in arms, the one's he didn't save, the one's he hurt. It had been empty for a long time, and now the first had been added. The other him had promised, and it looks like he didn't bluff.

It was only a matter of time before he showed anyways, Snake only ended up here when the bastard had full control. Nothing scared him more.

His naked form trudged on, struggling with each step he took, but he wouldn't give up. He could never do that. Snake honestly didn't know what kept him going more, worry or fear. Maybe in the end they were the same, maybe it didn't really matter at all. But, he wish he could stop, or at the very least know, remember. He hated what his body and mind seemed to be capable of, he hated waking up to what he had done and not knowing why, how, when, anything.

"The Savior commeth," said a voice to the right of him, his eyes automatically swinging to find his doppelganger.

Seeing another person with your face is an odd thing. It is both a nightmare and somewhat comforting. You've looked in a mirror a thousand times, only this time the mirror talks back. His body tenses as it always does, this is not somebody he trusts, in fact, it could be said that maybe he trusted himself the least of anyone.

"Those aren't exactly the words I would use," Snake said, glancing to the towards Felix's dead body, limp on the chain.

The other smirked, his mirth almost audible. "In the dark, a void so deep, you could climb, but are too weak."

"So we've moved on to riddles, perfect."

"I know," the double said, flipping imaginary hair with his hand, "you didn't have to remind me."

Snake sighed and kept going.

"Oh come on baby, aren't you even a little bit curious as to what I got up to? I was such a good boy and everything."

"I'm sure." Snake growled impatiently.

The doppelgangers' hand reached out, squeezing Snake's face between his fingers. "You're in my world now bub, a little respect wouldn't go amiss."

Snake shoved the mirror away with both hands, ignoring the glare he got for his insolence. "Unlikely."

"Fine with me. I was even going to give you updates, but if this is the attitude I get, fuck you. I'll give the gang your regards. I've gotten oh so good at imitating you. Red and Russ are practically eating out of the palm of my hand."

Snake clenched his fist and resisted the urge to ask. He had to regain control somehow, he wasn't even sure how the mirror had taken control in the first place.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I-CAN-HEAR-YOU. You're thoughts are never safe from me, but it's so cute how you keep forgetting."

"Fuck you. Leave them alone."

"But it's soo fun to fuck with you. You not knowing is more fun than anything I could do to them. Speaking of that, I'm sure lover boy will be back this weekend. How much do you wanna bet I could get into his pants?"

"You wouldn't..." but even as Snake said it he knew it was a lie.

"It's not much work honey. You want him so bad your body won't even resist."

Snake growled grabbing his double and punching him square in the nose. He knew he would feel every hit he gave the other, but it was worth it.

The double laughed through every hit, Snake trying to hold back his own pain as he felt every connected jab he delivered to the other. They were in fact the same person after all. The nose, the jaw, the ribs, it hurt, but he'd had enough.

The maniacal laughter of the other didn't stop until they both blacked out, in the bloody snow.

-X-

Jund arrived at the couple's house around dinner time on Friday. His last appointment of the day had canceled allowing him to leave early, and he couldn't deny he was happy for it. He'd had a lot on his mind ever since he found out about Lilly, he had more questions than he had a right to have, most of them having nothing to do with helping, and everything to do with caring about the people her death affected.

Snake had slowly gained somewhat of an appetite back and as such when he arrived all three were sitting around the dining room table.

"Jund." Russ said happily standing up from his seat. "You're here early, come and have some food with us."

"Sit, sit." Jund urged, "I'll be there in a moment. I need to get the rest of the stuff out of the trunk."

Russ had smiled sitting back down, Red had waved going back to eating her meal giving Snake a slight glare, and Snake acted like he hadn't seen him come in, which wasn't too unsurprising.

He had brought an extra bag this time for some of his text books and files that he might actually get to work on since it seemed he might not be doing much more than being a wall ornament for the moment. What mattered was that he wasn't giving up, he couldn't and he refused to let what Cry say have an effect on him. Of course even having to think such a thing kind of spoke for itself.

The trunk was still left open from before and he'd barely managed to get the first bag over his shoulder before he felt a tap on his back.

"Hey."

Jund turned around eyes widening with surprise at the figure before him. "Oh hey."

He watched as Snake seemed to struggle with words before deciding not to say anything and just taking the bag from his shoulder, and the other from the trunk, and headed back towards the cabin.

Scott kind of stared dumbstruck at his back until he had gone completely inside and then just sort of laughed to himself. The man was surely the biggest mystery he'd ever encountered, but he just shrugged it off and hoped he'd get a better explanation later. He closed the trunk and followed the same path back inside the house.

Red was smirking openly and Russ was trying not to pay attention to his reappearance. Neither said anything and Red just pointed towards the hall, obviously where Snake had taken his things.

He followed per her instructions and stopped when he came the guest bedroom he had stayed in last weekend. Snake was sitting on the bed and Scott rested his weight on the door-frame. This was an interesting turn of events.

"Apologies for being such a dick last weekend. I had thought… it doesn't matter what I thought, but I am sorry."

Scott smiled taking a seat next to Snake, pretending he didn't notice the way the other man tense up at the action. "It does matter. I have no idea what I did, not exactly, it'd be kind of great to be clued into why you thought you couldn't trust me."

Snake rubbed at the back of his neck. "The main one was I thought you were trying to turn me in to the cops. I just barely made it out of your place when I saw the them pull up."

There was a silence here as Scott gathered his thoughts, taking in the new information. "I was doing what I thought best at the time. I won't do it again unless I have to, or until we figure out what happened. Though, the longer we evade the police, the more at risk everyone is."

Snake nodded. The tension is the air was palpable, and neither was oblivious to it. Scott shifted his weight and looked over at Snake. He still looked roughly the same, Russ had done a good job getting him back on his feet. He doubted he was at the top of his game, but he could tell a lot of effort and progress had been made.

"What was the other thing?"

"Hmm?"

"You had said, "the main one" what was the other?"

Just about that time Red appeared in the hall and looked in on them. "Scott, you still going to eat, if not I was going to put the leftovers in the fridge."

He smiled at Red's kindness and stood. "I'll be right there, I'm starving to be honest."

Snake stood as well and gestured for Scott to lead the way. He'd hesitated a moment but Snake just shook his head "Another time."

Scott nodded in response and took the lead towards the dining room. They'd have more chances to talk later.

/

They didn't get a real chance to sit down and talk until the following evening. Russ had Snake working on some physical therapy earlier in the day and Scott had sat in and watched the kind of progress he was making.

To anyone else he would look like he was back to normal, but compared to what he was, he still had some work to do. He wasn't quite there yet, not as strong or as swift, and he'd often get frustrated at himself for it, but it was all part of the process.

By the time evening came around, Snake had wandered into his room for their, "session" they were both a bit tired, but they only had today and tomorrow before Scott had to go back to work and they needed to make as much progress as possible.

Snake brought a chair from the living room and Scott offered him the bed as it was more comfortable. Snake hesitated but shrugged it off just sitting on the bed for now instead of lying back on it.

"So," Scott started getting out a notepad. "Let's start with the obvious, what's the last thing you remember? When you were with Cry that is, before everything went down."

Snake shrugged a bit. "Not too much to be honest. I know it was a rough week, and I remember going for a run to try to clear my head. That's all though, everything is just gone, like I was asleep and just woke up after."

"When did the blackouts start?"

He was met with silence and he knew he'd hit the nail on the head with his assumption. "Was it after your wife died or the fire?"

Snake's head snapped up, a look of disbelief on his face. Scott had never seen someone look so sad and menacing at the same time, but Snake pulled it off. He could tell the man wanted to shut down, to not talk about it, and he wouldn't push it, but he needed to know which event it was that at least started the missing time fragments.

"Snake, we don't have to talk about her if you don't want, I just need to know which event it was, I need to plot a timeline."

Softly, almost too softly for a man with a voice like his he heard the word. "Lily."

He wrote down what he needed and gave Snake a moment to gather himself. When he finally did seem to recover a bit, his mind moving over the pain and thinking about other things he set a glare straight at Scott, as if accusing him of something.

"How did you know? Was it them," he asked glancing towards the door.

"No. It was the cops. They keep in contact and I was asking question, looking to see how much they had on you and they let that slip. I-I had no idea until Thursday. I am sorry you weren't the one to tell me."

Snake sighed. "I'm not sure I ever would have."

The doctor nodded, moving down his list. "When was the first you heard of the violence, or when did that start?"

"I'm not a hundred percent sure. It was while I was finishing college, living with Cry. He didn't tell me for some time I assume."

Scott nodded. "Do you know how often or—"

"You'd have to ask Cry, I-I don't know very much I'm sorry."

Scott smile at him. "Don't be."

There was a knock at the door and Jund frowned, the other two knew he was going to be working with Snake tonight. He hated interruptions, it distracted the patient.

He got up and opened the door, actually letting out a laugh and smiling. No one was there, but there was a tray with two coffee's, a note, and some cookies. He picked it up setting it on the nightstand sending a mental note to thank Red later.

"Red?" Snake asked knowingly with a smile.

"I'm assuming so," he said sitting back down, not yet reading the note in his hand. "She cares a lot about you, they both do."

The man on the bed nodded picking up his own coffee and taking a sip. "They've stuck with me through a lot of shit. I couldn't ask for better friends."

"I'd have to agree. They've helped me out a lot, especially here lately. They're good people."

Snake adjusted his position and looked at Scott. "I owe you a great deal of gratitude as well. You-You've gone above and beyond what I could have asked for. I am eternally grateful."

Scott not sure what to say and more than a little fond of the man in front of him, tried to hide the blush that threatened to overtake his cheeks, and yawned instead.

"To be honest." he admitted, "I think there's more to this. There's a lot of gaping holes that need to be filled. Something is triggering you, something caused the violence to start, and something triggered its escalation. It's just a matter of figuring it out. You're not a monster Snake."

"I wish I could believe you."

The doctor across from him nodded in understanding. It's something much easier to say when it's not happening to you.

Snake gestured to Scott's hand. "What's the note say?"

Scott looked down as if he had forgotten anything was there and smiled as he realized there was. Huh. Opening the note he adjusted the glasses sitting on his nose and summarized as he read.

"Red had to leave, emergency at hospital, snake bite." Scott added looking up with a grin.

Snake nodded smiling at Jund's cheesy joke. "Oh. She had to take more of the antitoxins?"

"Yes and no," Jund continued, "Said the idiots ran out and never called her back for more, but she also has to identify the toxin, it was a young kid and they're not sure what it was bitten by. She'll be gone overnight, back tomorrow morning sometime, so were stuck with Russ until then."

Snake shrugged. "It's not too uncommon for her to be needed on a consult, she's the only one in the state with a license for these things. Most have to be helivac'd in or sent to another hospital."

"I'm sure the parents will be grateful."

"They always are."

Silence descended just then, the duo getting lost in their own thoughts. Scott broke free first shuffling his papers and clearing his throat.

"So, is there anything else that's changed since the last time we really talked?"

Snake crooked his mouth not sure whether or not he should say anything about being able to hear him now or not, and now that he knew about Lily he wasn't sure what point there was trying to keep anything else away.

"I can sometimes hear it now. The other me, his voice. Ever since you sent me back to your house, it's one of the reasons why I ran."

Scott's eyes went wide. This, this could both be a good and a bad sign. He'd have to do a whole new mess of research to find out what was said about it but, having a way to communicate, there could be worse things.

"Okay. Well this is definitely a development."

"He's annoying."

Scott sat up and gestured to the space beside Snake. "Do you mind?"

Snake shook his head and Jund made his way to the spot sitting up and sinking down into the mattress.

"Okay, lean over here." he said gesturing to right beside him. When Snake hesitated he sighed. "I'm not coming onto you, I want to feel your scalp."

Snake groaned and Scott raised an eyebrow.

Snake pointed to his head "He likes to commentate. He-He's rather crude."

Scott laughed and smiled a bit at that, hand reaching forward to pull off Snake's bandana. As he did it he seemed to realize how sexual the whole thing felt and could only imagine what Snake had meant by crude.

After the bandana was gone his fingers slid their way into the other man's dark locks slowly feeling his way across every inch of his scalp. The doctor wouldn't admit it but he had a bit of a hard time concentrating on the job at hand. The nearly arousing smell of the other man kept infiltrating his senses, his hands surrounded by his soft hair and that face, oh so much closer than it had a right to be. It didn't help that as he was done he could feel the other man pushing his head into the pressure of his fingers, obviously liking the treatment he was getting.

Scott cleared his throat as he removed his hands, trying to dispel the sexual tension that remained between them to no avail. Green eyes greeted him as he pulled back, a slight smile to the corner of that mouth he was desperately trying not to stare at.

"Well good news, you at least have no abnormal growths or bumps that we need to be worried about. Unfortunately hearing voices is never a good sign."

Snake cleared his throat, licking his lips that suddenly seemed a bit too dry. "I thought as much."

Scott started to write down some more notes as silence seemed to stretch between the two men, and then there was a hand in his way, then a hand pushing his notebook to the side, and then the same hand lifting his chin. Air caught in his lungs as he realized the intent, as he could feel the uneven tempo of the other man's breath, the sound of it rushing straight to his nerves creating butterflies in his stomach. The heat of Snake's hand on his face seared into him, and he both craved this and inherently knew it was a bad idea.

Snake smirked, eyes lowering, taking in the smaller man before him. His eyes, his body, those lips. He wanted to be in control of this experience. "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

Scott heard the words and melted, his head nodding in spite of the words telling him no in his head. He braced himself in spite of knowing it was a different Snake this time, but it was slow, nothing coming all at once, instead it was more like a dance.

A nose trailed down his own, the thumb of the hand on his face brushing the side of his cheek, their breath mixing long before their lips touched. It was soft, gentle, their lips connecting and moving to a slow rhythm that Snake seemed only too well versed in.

When they pulled away it was only because the air had run out of their lungs, Scott had lost all ideas of right and wrong, and Snake was smiling, actually smiling, and at him no less.

Snake pulled away from the doctor and sat against the wooden headboard. Scott watched carefully, afraid like a scared animal that any sudden movements would result in this fantasy crumbling before him. He took him in, the open flannel shirt exposing his collar bones, the stubble on his face groomed, and far too good looking to be real. But he'd felt it against his face, and he wanted more.

His supposed-to-be patient sat forward, grabbing the good doctor by his too formal suit vest and pulling him into his lap. Scott let out a bit of an unmanly yelp, but all sounds soon escaped, as hands were at his waist pulling him closer.

"Ever since you told me" the deep voice murmured into his neck "I've wanted to taste you myself."

Scott shivered, not quite sure how to respond.

"Do you know what it's like being told you've kissed the one person you've fantasized about in years, and not remember it?" He held Scott tighter, his lips making a chaste trail up his neck. "It's torture."

A nip to Scott's ear and the smaller man bit his lip.

Snake pulled away from Scott's neck and slid the material of his button up out of his pants, hands massaging into his skin the first chance they got.

Jund's back straightened at his touch, loving how those warm hands felt against him. "Kiss me."

No words were said, and this time the kiss was different. No longer was it a dance, but a seduction. Scott moaned at the first taste of his mouth, the flavor of coffee still on their tongues. It was new yet the same, he may have kissed Snake before, but it had been nothing like this. It was just as desperate and needy as the previous kiss, just in a different way. It wasn't violent, it was intense, every swipe of their tongues, and caress of their hands shoving them towards a need both of their bodies craved from the other.

The glasses were first. They kept getting in the way, and honestly who cared about seeing with clarity when Snake was feeling him up, and that mouth just couldn't stay off of his own.

The shirts were next. Scott's vest became uncomfortable surprisingly fast, and Snake's body seemed to be having a everything must go sale, that Scott was dying to help out with. Snake's deep voice groaned out as Jund's teeth made contact with his collar bones.

"I hurt you..?" he breathed out worried.

"Not at all" Snake sighed, his hands dragging Scott's arms out of his button down before throwing the fabric to the floor with disdain. "I just, it's been awhile."

Jund smiled grinding down on Snake's lap, loving the flash of unrestrained pleasure that showed on his face.

"So that's how it's gonna be. Alright."

Scott bit his lip. "And what do you plan on doing about it?"

A grin was the last thing he saw before hands gripped him tight and his world spun. His back suddenly pushed into the soft mattress with, guaranteed the hottest guy he'd ever kissed on top on him. Not that he was at all complaining.

"That depends," Snake continued casually pressing a knee against the others crotch and watching him squirm beneath him.

"On what," Scott slowly whimpered out.

"If we're just playing, or if you wanted to fuck."

The words played right to Scott's libido and Snake felt the twitch against his knee. To be honest with himself he was on the fence. Not whether his wanted him or not, because he wanted nothing more, he could practically close his eyes and feel the pleasure he would be in. But what would it mean? He didn't know what answer he wanted.

"What do you want?" Jund asked instead, a smile coming to his lips as he decided to turn the tables. "Do you want to fuck me Snake, or maybe you rather I fuck you?"

Snake made a sound deep in his throat, him mouth sinking onto Scott's where he proceeded to kiss the sense right out of him. Scott was a panting mess by the time they separated and Snake smirked as he nibbled along the edge of the others defined jawline.

"Here..." Snake said after a few minutes of listening and torturing Scott, grabbing his hand and moving it over to the hardened cock confined in his jeans. "What do you think?"

The sound Scott made wasn't even human as he gripped Snakes through the thick fabric, letting his hand slide up and down over him. He watched as the man above him closed his eyes and bit his lip as the feel of the friction against him overtook everything else.

"I think..." Scott finally answered, his mouth leaving marks along Snake's collar bone, "that we're gonna need some lube and a condom."

Snake removed Scott's hand grinding his erection into the others. "Didn't even think to bring your own? That says a lot about a man."

"Ah—I guess," he replied. "I don't usually make a habit of fucking my patients."

"How about getting fucked by them?"

Scott glared, and Snake rolled off the smaller man laughing. "Be right back."

Snake opened the door adjusting his now more than uncomfortable and obvious erection and headed out looking for Russ. He was kind of even looking forward to it, the reaction would be perfect.

"They grow up so fast."

"For the love of god, shut up. I can't respond like I normally do, so please don't ruin this for me."

"Have I ruined it so far?"

Snake had to give him that one, he'd been fairly quiet thus far but he didn't want to be accused that he'd never said anything. "No. I just, I'm tired of wanting, waiting, not giving in to it, to him, to the desire. We're all going to jail anyways, right?"

The voice laughed. "Maybe. I might not be in control here, but I'm not complaining. Bout time you found your backbone. Plus, I get to watch."

Snake made a face, but he supposes there's not too much he can do about that one. He wants to get back to that room, back to Jund, back to feeling better than he had in a long time. He finds Russ at his computer and taps him on the shoulder.

The man jumps and spins around facing Snake. "Jeez dude, you trying to give me a heart attack? You guys done already?"

Snake tilts his head a bit with a smile and shakes his head. "Not exactly."

"Oh, than what are you doing out here?"

"Kind of need a favor. Was going to have sex with the doc back there, but we didn't exactly come prepared."

Russ blinked a few times before laughing outright, a slight blush plastered to his cheeks. "Well, you sure aren't beating around the bush, not that you ever did, but damn. Okay. Let's see what I can do for you."

Russ walked to his bedroom and the taller brunet followed.

"So how did, this thing between you guys finally get resolved."

Snake shrugged, though Russ didn't see it as he was rustling around in drawers. "Probably when I told him I was gonna kiss him. Just kind of escalated from there. Sure you can use your imagination."

"I'm sure I could." he responded finally finding what he was looking for and walking back towards Snake. "I won't, but I probably could."

"Aw... come on Russ, never know if you might like it until you entertain the idea."

Russ handed him the lube and condom ignoring his last statement. "You're lucky I could even find one of those. Red's been on the pill forever."

Snake winked and headed back to a hopefully still turned on Scott. "Thanks buddy."

"Don't mention it... Seriously, don't. If Red finds out I knew before her, it'll be the death of me."

Snake lifted his hand behind him in confirmation and sped up his pace. He turned the corner to the room perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than he usually shows but when he entered his heart sank. Scott was gone.

He looked, then looked into the hall before doing a double check of the room, just in case, but he was gone. Snake sat on the edge of the bed throwing the shit he got from Russ into the chair Jund had previously been sitting. His hands rubbed over his scalp and he let himself fall back onto the bed, maybe it had been too much to hope for in the first place. He wouldn't' blame him, how could he, he was a mess.

"Damn right you are. Fucking moping like a teenager, how old are you?"

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean? He's not here, he obviously rethought it, I mean I'm not exactly, 'mister put together.' He deserves better than I can give him."

"Okay one, don't make me barf, ick, when did you become such a bitch?"

Snake growled. "Where do you get off—"

"News flash, you're not helpless, you're not some prom date that can just be dumped, you an almost 30 year old man. Go fucking find your boyfriend, and when you do, make sure he never wants to run again."

"And how do you suppose I accomplish this? I'm not gonna force him into anything."

"If he's anywhere as into you as you are of him you won't have to. Fucking take him where he stands."

"You have no class."

"At least I have balls."

Snake stood picking back up his stuff. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do. He hadn't really had a plan when he left that room. He hadn't planned at all to listen to the voice in his head, nor did he think Jund would be that easy to find, but going around the corner the smaller man smacked straight into him.

"Whoa, jeez Snake, you scared me."

The taller of the two didn't respond. His eyes too busy taking in the bare skin of the man in front of him, the pants at his waist still undone from his trip to the bathroom. If he would have taken the time he would have realized back in the room that Scott's clothes were still discarded on the floor. Anyone planning to run for long, surely wouldn't have left them there, but Snake had had other things on his mind.

Jund's back was smacked into the wall, a small groan of protest turned to moan with the easy press of lips against his own. "Hnn, Snake, didn't realize you'd miss me this much."

Snake's tongue traced the jugular below him, up and down, mouth closing on Scott's pulse point and sucking softly. "I'd thought you reconsidered."

Scott's hands tugged Snake by his belt loops, "And miss this," he said grinding into the other. "Not a chance."

Snake captured Jund's mouth once more, tongues tangling together as his hands roamed over the smaller chest. Their hips kept up a slow grinding motion and soon Snake had Scott whining against him, long fingers pulling at strands of his hair.

"Ss-snake, fuck."

The older man chuckled, pulling away a bit and watching Scott's eyes snap open at the loss of contact. "Oh come on Scott, I've barely touched you."

"Maybe it should have occurred to you I'm whining because I want more."

Snake traced a hand down the doctors' face. "Oh Scotty, be careful what you wish for."

Scott had barely cocked an eyebrow before Snake had him pinned to the wall once more, mouth attached to his collarbone while a hand had dove down his boxers and gripped his hardened cock.

"Hnng-ah," Scott moaned a bit louder than he'd like to admit. "Not fair."

Snake smiled against his neck. "Want me to stop?"

"Never." Scott managed to breathe out between pants.

Time seemed to slow in the hallway, filled with Snake's heavy breathing and Scott's erratic moans. It didn't take long for Snake to pull Scott completely free from his pants, hand sliding up and down Jund's cock with varying tempo.

Scott's eyes kept traveling down the hallway and while he felt amazing, he couldn't help but feel a bit too exposed.

"Move. Some-where, else."

Snake grinned. "Fine with me."

Without warning he picked Scott up by his hips. "Wrap your legs around me."

Scott obeyed, and before he knew it he was moving, just not exactly where he thought, and it wasn't long, at all, before his back was pressed into another wall.

Snake had moved him to the opposite wall that had been behind him, only now he couldn't see if anyone was coming or not.

"This is not what I had in mind when I said move."

Instead of answering Snake kissed Scott into silence, letting Scott's back hold himself against the wall while his hand went back to the cock that now stood erect between them. Scott's protest were put on hold as his head slammed back into the wall, his body giving into the pleasure and friction of Snake's hand against him.

"F-fuck. Snake. Bedroom. Now."

Snake's other hand pinched a nipple watching as Scott's face screw up at the action. "I'm not leaving this hallway until one of us comes, and to be honest, it doesn't look like your gonna last much longer."

"Fuck you" Scott panted. "What if someone comes?"

"Oh don't worry..." Snake said, dropping Scott's feet to the floor and falling to his knees before him. "You will."

Scott's eyes widened. It all seemed to happen so quickly, he didn't have time to protest, nor did he want to once Snake's mouth was around him.

Unintelligible sounds spilled from Scott's mouth as Snake took him to the base and pulled back all the way before swallowing him again. His tongue swirled in patterns around the head as his cheeks hollowed, eyes watching Scott's every reaction.

"Ah, Goddamn Snake, so close."

Hands pulled at strands of Snake's longer hair, hips thrusting involuntarily, pushing Scott deeper down his throat. Snake's free hand rubbed against his own straining erection, creating some much needed friction, and he moaned around Scott's cock, knowing it was all he needed to push the man over the edge.

Jund's hips jerked, mouth held open in a soundless cry, as he came, hands digging into Snake's scalp harshly as he just about melted into the wall. The soft whines and whimpers came after, as the man before him licked him clean, his body still twitching from the intensity of his orgasm.

"F-fuck," Scott manages to drag out in a ragged half-mumbled breath. "Th-that was perfect."

Snake smiled licking his lips and finally standing back up. "I'm nowhere near done with you."

Brown eyes trailed down his body, Jund's eyes locking on his straining jeans.

"So now you wanna go to the bedroom? I don't know if my legs are in working order."

A bark of laughter left Snake's mouth and he pushed Jund against the closest door. "Too far, I can't wait that long."

Jund was the one who started the kiss this time, Snake's mouth opening up willingly for the bruising kiss the other desired. A hand reached a doorknob and the couple tumbled in ungracefully, but neither caring. The heat and need in their veins clouded anything and everything that wasn't a means to their end.

A light flipped on and Snake slid his jeans and boxers off his legs, throwing them behind him with a smack as they struck and closed the door. Scott was doing the same as Snake put the condom and lube on the counter before coming up behind him wrapping his hands around Scott's waist, delivering kisses down that slender spine.

"The bathroom, really Snake?"

"I told you," a husky voice whispered in his ear, a lubed finger sliding between his cheeks and pressing against his perineum, "I couldn't wait."

Jund draws in a shaky breath at the sensation, upper body leaning forward, arms gripping onto the granite counter for support.

The first finger slid past that tight ring of muscle, and both men groaned at the feel of it.

"Oh Scott, I think I'm going to enjoy this," he said finally moving his finger to create some friction inside the other man. "Look up."

Scott who was biting his lip at the time obeyed, and Snake felt him tense at the realization. The reflection of the two men in the mirror above the sink looked back at them. Snake took this, admittedly unfair, moment to slide in a second finger, his own teeth biting into his lip as he watched Scott's reaction.

"Hnn, God" the younger moaned out, eyes obviously trying to look anywhere but at the mirror in front of him as Snake worked him open.

"Jund, look..." Snake said, as his slid in a third finger, loving the way Scott's muscles contracted around him.

Scott shook his head, refusing but panting hard as Snake's fingers continued their relentless rhythm in and out of him.

Not liking being ignored, Snake adjusted his fingers brushing his prostate with force causing Scott's knees to buckle involuntarily as expletives left his mouth. Wide eyes glared at him through the mirror and Snake did it again watching Scott's face screw up in pleasure, his cock twitching against his own stomach in anticipation.

Fingers removed themselves from the doctor and Snake led Scott's hand to his own cock. "Touch yourself."

Scott hesitated for a moment but one look into those serious green eyes and Scott listened, hand stroking himself in an unhurried rhythm.

Snake lifted Scott's chin leading him in a slow kiss that had the man in front of him whining for more.

"You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are, do you?"

Scott blushed prettily and watched as Snake readied himself, sliding the condom over his hardened member, adding a few extra drops of lube for comfort. Now while no one is really a "fan," of condoms, Snake was not about to complain this close to having the man he'd wanted wrapped around his cock.

Soft hums of pleasure were already coming from Jund as Snake circles behind him once more, his hands slowly trailing down the others back mentally praising the way the others back arched into his touch. Snake stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with Jund's entrance.

"Please." It was barely heard, a drawn out sound among the other pants uttered below him. Firm hands gripped hips harshly and in one swift move he sheathed himself into Scott, mouth drawn open in a silent moan from the tight heat that greeted him.

Everything seemed to pause for a moment, nothing existed but the sound of heavy breathes, and the erotic thoughts that formed as their eyes met in the mirror. Snake watched as Scott started to mouth the words "fuck me," his hips thrusting before he even finished, no longer able to hold back.

Snake had planned on dragging this out, slowly torturing Jund until he was a writhing mess but as he continued his ruthless pace he knew he wouldn't last. It'd been too long and he felt too good.

"Shit, Snake..." Scott's voice practically sobbed, as he was on the verge of coming once again, he legs shaking as the pleasure built up higher and higher coiling in his stomach.

The feeling of being empty and clenching onto nothing overcame him as Snake slid himself all the way out, spinning him around in his arms, mouth devouring his as he made to protest. He could almost cry, he had been so close, he still was, so much so that it was physically painful for him not being filled by the man in front of him.

"Ahh," Jund hissed as his ass hit the cold surface of the counter he had previously been leaning on.

"Lean back," Snake commanded and Jund didn't hesitate. Hands immediately pulling the man forward and wrapping around Snake's cock leading him to his stretch and waiting hole.

"Please Snake, I need you."

The man pushed himself slowly into the other man, feeling and seeing every inch of his length being swallowed before him. "Feeling's mutual."

Hands grasped and groped as Snake continued to thrust into Jund, not quite able to get enough. Harsh cries filled the room from both men, Scott's hand jerking himself the closer he got.

"Harder." Scott ordered, needing Snake to hit his prostate, needing to come more than he ever had dreamed possible.

Snake's hands gripped Scott harsher but he didn't change his movements.

Scott whined, begging Snake again, knowing he was just right there.

A growl left the others throat. "Don't wanna hurt you."

Jund ground his teeth, understanding but not giving a shit any longer, not when it came to this. Scott's hand left his cock to squeeze Snake's face between his fingers. "I said. Harder. I'm not some delicate flower. Now fucking listen, and don't stop until we both come."

It'd taken longer to say between the pants and he knew Snake was weighing his words, eyes looking back at him so long he could see how dilated his pupils were.

Snake hadn't answered, but he knew he'd won when his legs were suddenly thrown over shoulders and hands gripped onto his flesh mercilessly.

The first dozen thrusts were meant as punishment, forceful and harsh, the pain intended, the teeth at his neck bruising, but Scott was in heaven. His head hanging back as far as it would go, mouth stuck open as the bundle of nerves inside him was abused, Snake hitting it on every thrust.

There was nothing gentle about the way Snake drove into Jund, and it hadn't taken long at all before Scott's body to respond in kind. It seemed like every muscle in Scott's body tensed all at once as he was thrown off the peak, his orgasm slamming through him with barely any warning. He had been so close for so long, now his nails dug into Snake's arms where the held his hips, curses flying out of his mouth as his body twitched in pleasure.

Snake fucked him through his orgasm, each spasm of the muscles clenched around his cock bringing him closer until finally, he came. He could still hear Jund's pleasure filled sobs, body so sensitive every thrust was a torture of over-stimulation. The taste of blood on his tongue told him he's bitten his lip too hard, trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to leave, the words he didn't trust his mouth not to say.

"Scott" he cried. It was like a litany on his tongue, the only word he'd allow himself, the only thought that didn't seem out of place.

Snake's head rested on Scott's chest, both men breathing harshly, both men letting the afterglow wash over them. That was until Snake's pillow started to laugh.

He lifted his head to look at the doc, a helpless smile plastered to those kiss swollen lips, soft rumbles of laughter spilling out of his mouth. Snake couldn't help but join in, it wasn't like their situation wasn't ridiculous, and with that he pulled out of the other male, his deep rumbling laughter getting louder at the sound and face Scott made in response.

"Not nice."

Snake tossed the condom in the trash and helped Scott to his feet, pulling the other man close to himself stroking his face softly, "Never said I was." Looking down into the others eyes, Snake was aware of feelings that had long since been buried, he was convinced they were a result of the sex. He was, after all, a professional when it came to lying to himself.

Scott's words seemed to stick in his throat at the tender gesture, his heart filling with warmth towards this mystery of a man, one he still intended on helping, even though it meant admitting to himself it was no longer strictly for professional purposes.

He sighed leaning his head into Snake's touch smiling softly up at him. Pushing to the tips of his toes Scott connected their mouths, his own hand carding through the back of the taller man's hair and moaning softly as Snake's mouth opened for him.

Snake hummed pleasantly as the kiss sent soft shivers up his spine. It wasn't meant to be arousing, a kiss just for the enjoyment of touching the other, tasting, and thanking, and comforting.

They both pulled away not quite sure what to say. Snake walked over to the shower turning the knob and starting the water.

"Care to join me?"

Jund nodded, walking towards the linen closet to pull out towels, "Sure."

An hour later Jund fell asleep engulfed in warm arms still thinking of the way Snake's hands had massaged the shampoo into his scalp, and just how lucky he may have gotten.

-X-

Scott awoke alone and to the sound of gunshots a few hours later.

Panic gripped him tight, worry for Snake was immediate, but then, that's when he remembered Snake was the one he should be scared of, and they weren't the only two people in the house.

Sliding on clothes as fast as he could, he dug through one of his bags Snake he helped him bring into his room the day before. He had a 9mm in a small lock-box and opened it, loading the gun, fear making his hand shake and the process take longer than he liked.

Noises from other parts of the house filtered through the door, but that was it, just noises. No arguing, no shouts, no more gunshots, just the sound of feet, and movement.

His heart beat loudly in his ears as he opened the door softly, his footsteps falling lightly onto the hardwood floors, hoping with every harsh breath out of his lungs nothing would creak. As soon as he had stepped out into the hall he realized how stupid he was being, he knew nothing of this kind of thing, not even how to protect himself, not really. One lesson out here what seemed like a lifetime ago would hardly call him an expert gunman. Especially since he was a mediocre shot at best, at least with a gun.

When he rounded to the living room he saw what he feared the most. Blood. It was everywhere, not in pools, but hand-prints and footprints were smeared across the floor, and walls. Furniture looked tossed about, but not as much as one would assume in a confrontation that ended like this one had. Blood was never a good sign, and his heart was buried in his throat as he rounded to the kitchen.

He heard him before he saw him. The squelch of blood echoing around the room in a rhythmic pattern. Jund still wasn't sure what he hoped to find as he rounded the island, gun pointed at a back that was desperately trying to resuscitate a quickly bleeding out Russ.

"Snake?" he questioned, his voice shaky and uncertain who he was addressing.

He didn't even turn his head to look back at Scott, he just kept doing compressions, voice ringing out. "Scott please, I need help."

The doctor only hesitated a moment. He rushed over next to Snake hand reflexively feeling for a pulse, his heart sank.

"Snake, he's gone."

"No. He'll come back, he will, you just got to keep pressure on his neck." Snake's hand reached out taking Scotts hands and forcing them over the deep laceration that went right through Russ' neck. It was so deep, nearly decapitating the man.

"Just keep the pressure on, he'll be fine... he's strong. He can make it."

Scott looked up at the man who had resumed compressions on his deceased friend. Tears streamed down his face, and he kept working the corpse, trying to bring him back.

Scott removed his hands and put on on Snake's shoulder, "Snake, he's gone."

"NO," Snake roared, pushing Scott and slamming him against the cabinets that had been behind him.

Scott shook it off before shoving Snake off his friend and grabbing his face in his hands. "He's gone Snake he's gone, there's nothing you can do."

The bigger man just hung his head, grabbing Scott around the middle and just squeezing him close, "He can't be."

Scott hugged him back. Even if the other him was responsible, this him needed comfort and reassurance. This part of him wasn't a monster, but he needed answers sooner rather than later.

Scott pulled away looking him in the face. "Tell me what happened."

Snake wiped the tears from his face but essential just smearing more of the blood around, Scott tried not to make a face.

"I don't know. I-I woke up, I thought I'd heard something, but it was just the screen door slamming in the wind so I got a drink. The next thing I know, Russ is on the floor bleeding out knife lying next to him, gun on the floor." He looked into Scott face. "Please tell me I didn't do this. I wouldn't, Russ is like family."

"I don't know Snake. We need to call someone, this has to be resolved, and people are going to keep dying if we don't figure this out."

Snake stood glaring at Scott. "You think I'm responsible don't you. You think it's me."

"No, you know that's not true."

Snake shoved Scott back and the doctor slipped on the blood falling to the floor an advancing Snake heading towards him.

"You still think it was my body, that some part of me is doing this."

Brown eyes looked into green. "Don't you?"

Snake gripped Scott by the collar pulling him up to his feet but not letting go. "I did, but not now. No part of me would be responsible for this."

Scott tried to peel Snake's hands off of him, but the older man wasn't letting go. "Snake, you can't be sure of that. What else could it be?"

"I don't know," he said spinning around more than a bit frustrated.

Scott readjusted his shirt, wondering why the hell he hadn't called the cops when he heard gunshots. He had to tread very carefully.

"Why the hell weren't you as sure when it came to Cry, why now?"

"I didn't used to have this voice in my head! I-I didn't have as close a bond to Cry, not to mention I'd already gotten used to the idea that I'd hit him more than a few times when I was blacked out. Russ is different, there was no trigger, and I was fine."

Scott didn't want to say anything but he had a point. Cry had said there were identifiers when Snake was about to have a blackout, he'd exhibited none of them last night. Then again with the addition of this voice, things could change.

"Well what do you suppose we do, we can't stay here, we have to call someone, Russ is dead Snake, and we're covered in his blood."

"I fucking know! He was my best fucking friend, don't you think I'm aware. Back the fuck off, I need to think."

Just then they head wheels on gravel coming up the road. Snake shot a look to Scott, "I thought you said you didn't call anyone."

"I didn't say anything, but no it wasn't me."

Snake nodded rubbing his forehead trying to think. "Go down to the basement get a duffel bag, grab a few handguns and ammo."

"Snake." Scott pleaded "You don't need to do this. We can just tell them—"

"No. I am not going in until we figure this out, I'm not going to sit helpless in a cell. It benefits no one, and I'm helpless. So no, we're not doing that."

"Snake, I'm not going to shoot anyone just to get—"

Jund was cut off again, only this time to a gun being pointed towards his chest. "I don't wanna shoot you Jund, I don't. But you're either with me or against me. What's it gonna be?"

Jund put up his hands in defense, "Are you fucking serious right now?"

The gun in Snake's hand cocked, "This isn't just about me going to jail. This isn't about you and me, this isn't about last night, or even Russ, this is about everything. I'm not crazy Scott. Something or someone is causing this, I need answers. I'll pay for everything once I get them."

"Snake…"

The sound of a car door closing snapped them to attention.

"Now, Jund. Go."

Jund ran for the hall opening the right door and flew down the basement steps. He needed time to think this through, he needed to get his thoughts in order, but everything was happening so fast.

Screaming echoed through the house followed by yelling and movement. He couldn't make it out but his heart sunk with the knowledge.

Red was home.

Scott's hands were a flurry of movement in front of him, no actual thought was behind his actions, blindly following the orders Snake had given him, he didn't know what else to do. The duffel bag was unzipped and stuffed with a few empty guns and ammo, then he threw it over his shoulder and hesitantly headed back up the stairs when something caught his eyes. It only took a second of thought before he added it to the bag and left, too much was happening and he needed to get back to Snake.

No one was there, but the back door leading to the gun range was open, and Scott held his breath. He knew they didn't keep anything outside in case of rain, but his chest tightened nonetheless, he was worried.

With the shattering of glass the silence was broken, Snake flying through the window as a result of a perfectly executed roundhouse by Red.

Scott stumbled back in shock as he watched Snake hurry to his feet, barely phased by the action. He saw Scott and waved him on.

"Go to the car start it, we need to get out of here."

Scott look to Red who was getting to her feet then back at Snake, "What, why?"

Snake looked at Scott like he was the dumbest man on the planet, and at that moment perhaps he was because two seconds later, before Scott could even process what was happening Snake was trying not to get stabbed by Red who was waving around a knife slashing at Snake's torso.

"Jund, go hurry."

He didn't stick around to watch what happened next. He could hear Red cursing Snake, blaming him for Russ' death, saying how right Cry was, and how brainwashed Scott must be to not see what he really was. A cold-blooded murderer without a soul.

Running to his room he grabbed his other bag, his phone, and not willing to walk into that mess again jumped out the window and into the grass. He'd miscalculated a little bit and tripped falling face first, earning him a mouth full of dirt.

He recovered quickly pulling out his keys and unlocking the door to his car as he ran. He made it eventually, pulling the drivers side door open and throwing all the bags into the back. The car started with ease and he honked waiting for whatever was going to happen with Snake and Red to happen.

Less than a minute later a wounded Snake gripping his arm was running out of the house shouting at him to open the passengers side door. Red hot on his heels only this time equipped with Scott's 9mm he had brought to the kitchen.

Scott's heart hammered as he heard shots being fired off. Snake barreled into the car, shouts and noises turning everything into a blur of motion as he peeled down the driveway and onto the main road.

"Fuck the speed limit right now Scott, she'll try to tail us."

"How about you tell me what the fuck is going on!"

Snake hissed as he peeled off his shit to inspect the damage. "Well I was shot, but not by Red so it had to be before either by Russ or something else"

Scott's head whipped to the side to get a look. His right arm had the entry wound, it was still bleeding but only barely. Snake ripped a piece of his shirt making a slight tourniquet above the wound, before ripping off another and tying it around his waist, covering a superficial slash mark on his left side.

"Red got me that time." he said answering Scott's unasked question. "As for what happened. It's not that hard to understand. Her husband is dead, I was there, the man accused if one other murder, and one attempted, on friends no less. She took one look at me after she went to Russ and attacked."

"Jesus, does she have no self-control at all."

Snake laughed. "That is control, if she wanted to kill me bad enough she would have, my guess is she wanted to maim me a bit to get some answers, then kill me if she wasn't satisfied, or didn't believe the answers she got. Since I had no answers I thought it best not to stick around."

"Fuck."

"Indeed..." Sake said letting a hand fall to Scott's thigh.

Scott tensed, turning his head and looking him dead in the eye, "Don't fucking touch me."

Snake opened his mouth as if to say something and then promptly closed it.

"You pointed a gun at me. Again." Scott ground out through clenched teeth.

Shit. "I-I know. If it helps I am sorry."

Scott kept his eyes on the road, going well past the speed limit, trying to head back into the city and for cover as soon as possible. He didn't have time to think about anything else, now was not the time for questions or answers.

"It doesn't."