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Floyd held Spencer's arm tight and still as he gouged three things onto the back of his right arm, just above his wrist. The fist thing he cut into Spencer's arm was a line going across the back of his lower arm. And he felt Spencer twitch back from the pain, but it wasn't so deep that it would kill him. Not so deep that he'd bleed out and empty over the floor, but deep enough to scar. It was almost a loving gesture Floyd then offered Spencer by licking and sucking at the wound he'd made. It was purely to clean it though. It had nothing to do with the desire to taste Spencer's blood.

'Keep the fuck still or this is going to look like a mess.' He instructed Spencer.

It was such a grand feeling when Spencer did exactly what he was told. He loved Spencer's willingness to do anything he could to please. Though this attempt at murder had gone awry for Spencer, he was now obviously, at least in Floyd's perception, kowtowing and showing submission. He had finally realised who it was who had dominance here. And that wasn't Spencer.

'Even in death.' Floyd told Spencer who flinched at the words. 'My death, you lackwit. Not yours.' Some things you had to spell out very carefully to Spencer. Though he seemed to have matured and have a wider understanding of things said to him, jokes sometimes failed, sarcasm was sometimes misunderstood and even conversations seemed sometimes to sail over Spencer's head as he attempted to make everything more complex than it needed to be.

The next thing he carved on the back of Spencer's arm was a lemniscate – the symbol for infinity. This too was licked and sucked on before he allowed Spencer to see what he'd done.

'Infinity?' He asked in a slow almost drugged voice.

'The word comes from the Latin infinitas or unboundedness. But I suspect that you already knew that. It's to show that your love for me is without limitations, boundaries… endless. It is to show that even though you tried to kill me and nearly succeeded that you give yourself to me totally and without complaint. You will not wander or abandon. You will lay your life down for me.'

Spencer ran his fingers over the cuts on his arm. 'This is binding?' Spencer asked slightly puzzled.

'Obviously. You came to me and freely requested that you were bound to me. You without hesitation or even question gave yourself over to me. I sealed the bond with my own mouth. You cannot go back on it now.'

'I didn't say I wanted to.' Spencer bit down on his bottom lip. 'I'm just…' He turned and looked towards the bathroom where Sam was splashing and yelping.

'You want freedom to fuck and be fucked by Sammy-boy? I'll not stand in your way there. He is me. We are one. Give me your arm again. I need to finish this.'

This time it was a small x he carved into the bleeding flesh… 'A kiss?' It seemed ridiculous to Spencer that Floyd would do that, but there it was forever sliced into his skin, almost down to the bone.

And again Floyd cleaned it, and sealed it with his saliva and with his blessing. 'Not a kiss. It means closure. It means that this is done.'

'What about that.' Spencer pointed to the first mark Floyd had made.'

He shook his head and smiled. 'I was just testing how sharp the knife was. Wait though…' Now it was a cut across Floyd's palm that was made. He wrapped that hand around Spencer's bleeding cut arm and wiped their fluids together. 'It's complete. Go and wrap something around it to keep it clean. But don't wash it. Now leave me alone. Just because you came to me whining and moaning doesn't mean that I've forgiven you for this attempt on my precious life.'

There might have been room for a snapping argument. Spencer hadn't tried to kill him. He'd been trying to save him and get back what he'd lost. Maybe selfishly… perhaps, because if Floyd stayed the way Iolanda had left him then the Floyd he loved was obliterated from his life. There was a small chance now that he was back again. This at least seemed to be more like the Floyd he loved.

'I should check up on Sam.' He got to his feet, but then dropped down again to his knees. 'Thank you. I know I put you through a lot of pain and I know I nagged you, but thank you.'

'Wasn't for you. It was for Sam.' Floyd smirked. 'Pass that drink will you?'

o-o-o

Spencer left Floyd leaning against the couch with his mug of strange tasting cocoa in his hands. What the hell Spencer had managed to do to it, he didn't know and didn't much care about asking.

Spencer went to check up on Sam. He stood in the bathroom doorway and looked at the bits of skin stuck to the floor and wall and ceiling and then he looked at Sam sitting in the water pulling at something Spencer was both curious about looking at and horrified at the same time. He closed the door behind him and just stood for a while looking at the bloodstained water and the thing Sam was tugging at.

'Don't look so alarmed. It's just lucky I don't have hair down there… look!' He held up something black and rubbery for Spencer to look at. 'Take it!' And suddenly the skin that had once been layered on Sam's penis was flying towards him. It was an automatic gesture which saw Spencer snatching it out of the air and now the thing in his hand might have been one of the most repulsive things he'd ever seen. It was a like a small, black rubber condom. It fell from Spencer's fingers to the floor and he wanted to go and scrub at this hands to remove the memory of it. 'You could have used that if you'd washed it… oh… not for protection, but for fun… Playing at having a black dick to frighten the girls.'

'Girls.' Spencer mused and stepped towards the tub. 'Speaking of which, Floyd is looking and feeling a lot better. Is there anything I can do to help you?' He moved to the small cupboard on the wall above the basin and wrapped protective bandages around his arm and then returned to Sam.

The horns seemed to have almost gone, but Sam's hair was still long if a bit straggly. His face was definitely looking more like his own. 'If you wouldn't mind drying me, patting me down and putting some of your ointment on?' Sam pushed up and started to get out of the bath and though most of the demonic signs had left Sam for now, he still looked wrong… he actually looked like he'd been attacked by a cheese grater. Spencer did what Sam asked him to do though. He got clean towels and slowly moved around Sam getting as much water off him as possible. He hated the way Sam cried out when Spencer found some extra skin and pulled it away… Spencer wasn't sure how much he enjoyed the close up inspection of Sam's private areas… but he did what he was asked and didn't go further. He then got his large tub of ointment and wiped it carefully over Sam's skin; head to toe. 'You will heal quickly.' Spencer encouraged.

'It just hurts so much.' Tears were produced by Sam. 'I really have had such a miserable time recently. It's just flowed from one bad thing to the next and I need to rest. I need something good for once.' Sam pressed his sticky body against Spencer and groaned. 'My dick feels all hot an needy it's like it's being massaged with sandpaper.'

o-o-o

Emily sat on her couch in her lovely apartment and watched a corny comedy on the television, followed by a romcom movie which the pair of them had chosen. Her doorbell dinged and with a deep regretful sigh Emily got up and walked to her door. There was a spy hole there and Em always used that, but there was just the top of a dark head to be seen and the distortion from the spy glass didn't allow her to see much more than that. Maybe if she'd been warned then she might have guessed or looked harder, but this was as unexpected as winning the lottery when you know you didn't get a ticket. She pulled back the locks on the door, glanced around to make sure that she was alone (safety first) and then pulled the door open.

Em stood with her mouth slightly open.

Floyd planted a hand on Emily's left breast. 'Hey.' He smiled at her.

Just that one word and Emily could smell the rank stink of mouldering bins and dead things on Floyd's breath. She stepped back right into the apartment and slapped his hand out of the way.

'What the hell?' Her hand slipped to her side where she kept her gun when she was armed, but the sidearm was away, secure… useless… it wasn't available to assist her. 'Get your hands off me. Get out of my apartment. Who the hell do you think you are?'

Though his hand had now kindly moved from her front he grabbed her arm and started to pull her down the passageway and into her lovely cream coloured lounge. Not the colour scheme Floyd would have chosen. Getting blood off those rugs would never be fully successful. Emily found that she was dragged, pulled, shoved… pushed into the room. Hands seemed to be touching her everywhere. Too many hands for one man to own, she was sure of that. The animalistic display of dominance Floyd was giving stopped suddenly when Emily's friend Alison, stood up from where she'd been sitting on the couch.

Unbeknownst to Alison and Emily at this particular time, her presence in the room probably saved Emily's life. It certain stopped Floyd from mashing her face into the wall, which was what he had planned.

'Who the fuck are you?' He pushed Emily aside and strode towards Alison.

She was not the sort to be bullied or pushed around by anyone, especially not someone who stank faintly of old vomit and sweat. Alison wasn't the sort of lady who had any love for men, and she would have said that this was easily the most vile, putrid and repugnant man she'd ever had the misfortune to meet. Emily thought maybe Floyd had almost made an effort today. He was far less smelly than usual… if you discounted his breath.

'I expect an answer when I ask one.' Floyd snapped at the woman with short brown hair and maybe the start of a moustache.

'I don't follow your orders. I don't follow the word of any man.' She snarled back at him. Emily stood behind Floyd waving a no hand and shaking her head… her eyebrows dancing in a desperate attempt to send her friend morse code and tell her to calm down and just do what the weirdo asked.

'This is Alison. My friend.' Emily spoke firmly. 'I didn't ask you to come in, but I'm asking you to leave.'

'I don't need your invitation. I'm not some sort of monster from a story book who needs to be invited. I go where I damned well please. You should know that by now.'

Alison, not put off by Emily's warning signs stepped angrily and defensively towards Floyd. He hands were in fists and her adrenaline fired up ready to pounce or protect as was necessary.

Floyd moved back from the approaching threat and to the side so that he could see both women at the same time and not have to keep snapping his head from side to side as though he was watching a game of tennis. 'So… Alison… Emily… you're dykes? I really don't want to accept and denial here because if that's how things are then it will explain a lot of things. Your judgement of my sexual prowess for a start.'

Emily stood her ground well. She was not going to be ordered around by a man who should be dead. She was not going to be insulted or abused in her own home. She was a long way from being vulnerable like Spencer.

'Alison is my partner…And I've never judged anything sexual about you.' Emily started.

'You give her tongue? May I watch? Do you have photos? Moving images I can masturbate over?'

Again Alison moved in. 'Who the hell is this Em? And what gives you the damned right to come in Emily's home and use such course language. Who the hell do you think you are?'

'Alison… please, go and make coffee will you. Emily and I have things we need to talk about. I'm not going to hurt her, no need to get so fucking defensive. You're like a mountain lion with her cub. Em is quite able to defend herself against anything I have to say to her. Don't you Em?'

It didn't look as though Alison was going to move though. Her face tightened and her heart was pumping, but Emily placed a hand on her arm. 'It's all right. He's not going to hurt me. He's not as big and strong as he thinks he is, which is why he tries to break people down with his words first.'

'Did you two?...' Alison found that she was being pushed towards the kitchen.

'Me and that monster? No!... never. He is the epitome of what we call a spiteful little fag.'

'Hey now! I resent that. I'm not little.' Floyd virtually threw himself down onto the couch and waved a goodbye to Alison who was walking backwards towards where she was going to make some of the best coffee Floyd had ever had. Or at least it would take the taste of the hot chocolate out of his mouth.

'Em.' Floyd grinned. 'I've been ill. You have to forgive my vile manners. It's a sickness which is falling from me quickly, but before it left in its entirety I had to come and question you on why you wont let me screw you. But I have that answer… and I know you question my motives when I make a request like that as I have… hush! Silence bitch… I'm doing the talking and you're doing the listening… I know that I have Spencer and Sam…'

She interrupted again. 'I've never turned you down.' The words hissed from between Emily's lips. They weren't words that she really wanted Alison to hear. 'I've waited and waited for you. Night after night… And you damned well know it. I know that you come to my room when I'm sleeping. I can smell you on my bedding in the morning. I can see evidence that you've been there. I've even found old dog ends in the bathroom. You don't really hide the fact that you've been here.'

'And I will deny that. Why would I show interest in you when I have Spencer and Sam?'

Emily cocked her head to one side and took a deep breath. 'Sam is a child.' She stated. 'Your interest in him is control. You like to have something you have absolute power over. I suspect that Spencer is getting too good at defending himself against your attacks.'

'Spencer cannot now, couldn't in the past and never will be able to defend himself against me. I have far too much to throw at him now. Not just those little jibes and bitchings, but real good evidence that he will do what I tell him when I tell him… I don't need Sam to feel I have power over someone. And what is the joy in having something like Sam doing as he's told when I could pick on something as lovely as Spencer. Sam is an empty vessel and his use is limited to making coffee and letting me have my very wicked way with him. He's just a toy… Spencer is a great wonder. I took him from nothing and created something wondrous. You should be thanking me not accusing me of rape and bestiality.'

'I never did!'

'Oh, well you should have when you had the chance.' Floyd smiled. 'Where's the coffee… does that clit-licker know how to make good coffee?'

'Don't insult my friend with your vile thoughts.' Emily finger brushed her new shorter hairstyle.

'Vile? I thought that was the game girls like you played. Or was it the terminology which you find offensive. I can be called a stinking monster and a rapist… a necrophiliac but I can't call that bitch a…'

'Maybe we should try being polite.' Emily looked up at Alison and smiled. 'Alison, this is Floyd. He's a friend of an old work colleague. He apologises for anything he's said which you might find hurtful or offensive.'

'No I didn't. What I said was, if you can accuse me of things then I can do it right back. It's fine Alison. I'm not after what Emily has between her legs. It's a curiosity and I am capable of ploughing a girl, but it never actually gives me any satisfaction. It's hard to get turned on when you're making yourself want to puke because of what you're doing. I like arse. You like whatever it is you've got… and though I grope at tits… well… not my thing. I'm not going to jump you. What I was here to work out was the reasons I think about you Emily. The reasons I almost lust after a bit of you even though I know you're not a guy… you would make a very good looking man. Have you ever considered a sex change? I think that it would settle all of those confused thoughts you have.'

Emily thanked Alison for the coffee and placed the mugs firmly on the table with no coaster, knowing how much it would annoy the man sitting there slowly stinking up her apartment. 'There were rumours that you were dead.' Emily suddenly said.

'You visited my grave. I'm touched… really. Spencer's spite was un-necessary. I'm not a jew but it was still a nice thought. I thank you. There are too many people who die and their graves are forgotten, yet you and Spencer both… you both showed me that you do indeed have a place in your heart for me.' He picked up his mug and ran fingers over the table where it had been sitting. 'I don't have a problem with you Emily and you have my blessing to lick… to have a… to… well…' He paused and looked between the two women sitting there. Images flying through his head of what they got up to firing so fast that it was going to be hard not to scream rude words at them. 'Nice coffee.' He paused and the three of them sat in silence for a while as Floyd's eyes narrowed and flicked constantly from one woman to the other. Eventually Floyd sipped more of the coffee and asked what he'd been thinking. 'Do you strap something on and do her from behind. I really find this very strange. How can you have anal if you don't have a dick?'

Emily coughed out her coffee into her mug. Alison spat hers across the table. The laughter wasn't what Floyd had expected. It had been a genuine question. Women confused Floyd. Their anatomy, their thought processes; everything about them confused him. Their need to be treated as an equal was something which annoyed him… they wanted equal wages, equal jobs, chances in life… intelligence… they didn't want to be tied to the kitchen… they wanted freedom and equality… and that would seem fair – (except for the intelligence as it was widely known that females didn't have the same percentages in high intelligence as men…. And if that survey hadn't been done yet, then it needed to be.) What riled Floyd was these women would accept all the good stuff, but the moment you rape or beat one of them its how can you do that to a woman… well don't wear the pants if you don't want to have your arse investigated.

Now Floyd was getting annoyed. This was so bloody typical of women. Feeble mother fucking whores. 'I should go.' Floyd stood and slammed his mug on the table. 'You need to dry that and get a good wax and clean it properly or your table will be ruined. It upsets me to see something which has been so lovingly created, ruined by the lack of respect. But that's a female thing I think. Your brains are wired wrong. Very wrong in the case of you two. You have though let me see why I felt the way I did about you and I can assure you that I'll never have such dirty dreams about you again.' Floyd gave Emily a small kiss on the cheek and gave Alison a small salute. 'Pictures… always welcome.' Floyd added and then he left the apartment as quickly as he had entered it. Much relieved. He felt like a nasty boil which had been growing on his butt had finally burst.

o-o-o

Spencer was more than alarmed when he went back to check on Floyd only to discover that he'd snuck out of the apartment like a naughty school boy. He had no idea where he'd gone, but thought maybe he was on his way to talk to Rossi again. It seemed like a likely thing for Floyd to do. Though he doubted the reception he'd receive would be a very welcoming one. He didn't tell Sam for a few reasons. One of them was that Sam seemed to be less needy and pushy with sexual advances when Floyd was close by. He also didn't want Sam to panic that Floyd had abandoned him again. He closed them both in the bathroom, turned on the hot water to keep the atmosphere moist and tried to calm down Sam who was fussing about the state of his skin.

'I'll be scarred forever.' He moaned.

Spencer didn't think he would be and talked gently to Sam about how quickly he heals. 'I think you should be in hospital. I'm worried about the loss of fluid through this damaged skin.' Spencer could see moisture coming through Sam's skin in little pin pricks of ooze.

'How can I explain what's happened to me? I can't say that my skin fell off. Ow… don't… that hurts… what are you doing to my arse?'

Spencer stood with a blob of thick white ointment of the end of two of his fingers. 'I… bend over slightly if you can. You don't want to get scabs.'

Sam burst out into more wails of despair. 'This is so unfair! And it's all your fault. Why didn't you run away when I did, but you just stood there like a lemon and had Floyd come and die for you. Why didn't he die for me too! Why is it always you he does cool stuff for? That's nice actually… you can use more than two fingers there… that is two fingers isn't it? At least I can be nice and smooth in the only place Floyd cares about me… and my hair is back again, but not as nice as it was, but better than what Iolanda did to it. My life sucks big time. When are we just going to settle down and be happy? We need to do that. Just find a place and be happy together and no fighting and killing each other.'

'That's what I want too. I don't know if it will ever happen. We've been trying for years and always something gets in the way. Something disrupts the peace. You can stand up now, I want to sort out the back of your neck.'

They were sitting amongst discarded skin, toilet paper and wet towels when Spencer heard the door close and the footsteps in the hallway. He'd snuck out, but he was letting them know that he'd returned. The bathroom door swung open and he stood there looking at the mess.

'Well this is going to take forever to clean up. How's it going?' He stepped in and hunkered down in front of them. 'I'm feeling great now, by the way. Your foolish attempt at murder most un-necessary, failed.'

Spencer smiled at Floyd and leaned forwards over Sam to give him a welcome home kiss on the mouth. 'Where have you been?'

Sam listened. This was the first he knew that Floyd had been anywhere other than next to the mess in the lounge.

'I went to see Emily, but before you start, it was just to get things straight in my head. I've been very confused. It's not a problem though. She's a lesbian, though I feel that if I was straight that I could turn her to my way of thinking. Not that I have a way of thinking any more. It's been ousted by images of where she puts her face.' He brushed his hand down the side of Spencer's face and then patted Sam on the top of the head. 'Is everything OK here? Sam you alright?'

'You know we didn't try to kill you, don't you?' Spencer asked him. This felt like Floyd. This felt like the man he'd been missing for so long. This was the person he'd swear his very soul away to… just ask… it would be done. He rubbed his hand over the place Floyd had cut him and smiled.

'There is this feeling in my mind that had I let you, then you would have. I wasn't thinking right. I shouldn't have left you in that room. I shouldn't have. But it's done now. No point in apologising for it is there? But if you're asking me if I think you would have let me die, then yes, I think you would have. I don't trust you. I desire you though, which is a start I reckon. At least the thought of hammering you is making me feel hard and not sick. So we're getting somewhere.'

Sam wriggled. 'And me?'

'You? You're nothing. You've never been anything and never will be anything. But I thank you for doing what you did. I think I would have let Iolanda win had you not done what you did… so yeah… considering you're just my little cunt-boy, you've done good. Just hurry up and heal because I'll not want you near me all the time you look like that. Disgusting…' A pause… making sure that Sam had time to digest the repulsion on Floyd's face. 'Spencer… I need you. Leave that there… he can clean up the mess he's made, but I need you so damned bad that I think I'm going to explode in my pants. And if that's not love, I don't know what is.'

And I think that's the end of this segment. Maybe more to come… xox