Content includes - violence , incest , cross dressing , cutting , murder involving food , ( implied ? ) cannibalism and sex with an inanimate object , just to name a few .

' Here you go , catch ! ' Neville tossed the small striped paper bag at Sami who caught it happily , smiled with pride and tripped clumsily , decorating his lap with coconut flavored and scented gourmet popcorn .

Adrian smiled lovingly , using one hand to pick up the fallen snack while holding the other out affectionately to help his beloved from the floor .

' My man . ' he said kindly . ' Give me a number and open your mouth . '

' Say what now ?! You already HAVE my digits ... and my house address . ' Zayn sputtered , not fond of having his lap smelling of coconut .

' Never you mind then . Open your mouth . '

' Crap , I smell like sunblock ! ' Sami brushed and wiped at the mess crumbled in his lap . He glanced at Neville , tilted his head and grinned tauntingly . ' You're going to stick - '

' NO ! Well, er... not yet anyway . ' Adrian smiled back as his color reddened . ' Not until you're absolutely ready . '

' Ur ... five then , I guess . ' Sami replied , blushing as well . ' Yeesh , me and Finn , possibly the only two bottoming virgins in the company . '

Adrian's eyebrows lifted .

' Dammit , I shouldn't have spilled - ! '

' It's fine . I'm not going to gossip about Devitt's personal life secrets . '

' No , you're not the type of guy who runs your mouth . '

Neville counted five puffed kernels and placed them in Zayn's mouth , dropping them one at a time carefully instead of dumping carelessly .

' Thank you , love . ' Sami stood and left the taste of island flavors into Adrian's mouth .

Neville held him , clamped in a locking hold and unable to escape if he had wanted , and kissed him back in a frenzy .

Adrian didn't have interest in the Jurassic Park film marathon they'd planned for the night or the other popcorn , caramel apple , Boston cream pie , queso and salsa nachos , crab cake and loaded baked potato flavors .

He only craved and wanted being close and happy , touching and talking , laughing and having time spent with each other , more entertained by lying in bed with his man than any dinosaur movie , more compelled tasting his desirable Zayn than all the fancy snacks on the planet worldwide .

' Your decision to leave isn't because of our relationship intimacies , is it ? ' Adrian asked , not bothering with the popcorn . His tone of voice was un - nerved and shaky , he didn't want to choke on the food .

' It has nothing to ... no . If I lose , I'll leave. Maybe if they want me back , I'll be a man of Honor again . If not , I'll find a non - sports related , athletic career . A desk job in an office , burger flipping , I dunno . ' Sami shrugged beneath the covers after he'd rearranged his corn alphabetically .

' Wait a sec - I thought ... I thought leaving meant NXT . You'd quit wrestling altogether ?! Leave me without you when the only reason I cared about being with the 'big name ' company is the hope you'd be working for them too . "

' I wouldn't walk out to abandon you . But what's happened with our life together upsets you and - '

' It was Hunter hitting on you , running his thumb and fingers over your lips and pretending to be showing respect instead of trying to seduce you , being conniving and perverted . that infuriated me . With him after you , I have less of a chance . '

' You're my love , Benji - Nev ! You're with me in bed RIGHT NOW , not him . His fondling means nothing to me . His fingers don't compare to yours . There's nothing to fret about . ' Zayn paused and beamed . ' And you have kernels of crab cake flavor in your flowing beautiful hair , by the way . '

' He can have me fired . ' Adrian rolled over and glared into the pillows . ' No , give it a fancy name , call it released . Makes it sting less , right ? '

' If you are , you'll be with me . ' Sami answered , picking through strands and loosening the crumbs . ' If you don't get the pink slip , you're still with me . '

' Uhmmmmm . ' Neville mumbled , placing an arm around the waist , fingernails touching a field of red - orange chest hair , Sami's face over his chest , ear against skin , listening to the beating heart .

' Can't rid yourself of me . ' Zayn stated with an excited , flirty grin and deposited a few bites of nachos flavor into a glad British mouth .

His grey and maroon toes curled from nervousness and a thrill gusting through him when he rang the doorbell .

He leaned down to begin removing his shoes , felt one of his blue and white pin striped sleeves tugged at , the charcoal vest over it patted with affectionate hands , his matching cap playfully removed and an amused gaze looking down over his flaming head .

' Daniel Bryan socks , my dear ? ' Finn asked , teasing , smile as gleeful and wide as it ever had been .

Sheamus gave a glancing once over in return , sported his own broad grin at the bright mustard and ketchup colors .

' Hulk Hogan socks , my dear ? ' he kidded and was drawn into a brief loving embrace before being led into the small living space .

' Kenta's preoccupied battling his tie . After our meal , he's going out to meet with one of his double handful . ' Finn said and took his cross legged sitting position on his favorite plump pillow . ' So we'll excuse him for the time being . '

' Double handful ?! '

' Yes . ' Another huge smile expanded from laughter . ' He has ten girlfriends he rotates between . '

' Ten ! ' Sheamus exclaimed . ' There's a start ... and a strained mattress . '

' Packed to collapse . ' Finn sloshed the tall bottle before him . ' Here , pour for me and I'll for you and we'll team up for Kenta . '

' Of course . Manners . ' Sheamus replied , passing the beer back and forth across the small table .

He noticed casual formal in the corner of his vision , suit coat and tie with plain shirt underneath along with jeans not in distress , pointed toe shoes topping neon yellow , pink , purple and orange Macho Man Randy Savage socks .

' HIDE! ' The former Kenta shrieked and guffawed , tackling Finn from his fake velvet cushion . ' Oh , it's Amy . ' Hideo laughed and relaxed , sitting on his room mate's back .

' Darn that trouble making Amy . ' Finn grumbled then chuckled , smile turning to a smirk as he bowled Hideo over . ' Hide! Oh ! It's ... '

' Amy . ' Hideo said from the floor , red faced from laughing . ' Darn that Amy . '

Finn nodded happily at his visibly perplexed lover .

' Excuse us , guys being absurd . That's our stupid joke we created , mocking K's WWE changed name . '

' More brilliant than stupid and nothing wrong with friends having fun . '

' Thank you . ' Finn landed a soft and merry boop! kiss onto the very pale nose before his beloved stood back up and bowed at both his hosts .

Sheamus ' startled confusion lingered at the paper bags handed out . He'd expected , like a hopefully polite and good guest , some type of noodles and was given burgers .

He felt the heat beneath his cap , ashamed suddenly . Noodles ?! Now they'd consider him racist perhaps and he wanted to offend his lover as much as he wanted to go outdoors in Florida without sunblock .

Finn noticed and nudged , troubled by Sheamus 's discomfort . ' Chicken - turkey burgers with mustard , ketchup , lettuce , tomato , onion , mushrooms and avocado aren't your thing ? You don't have any food allergies , do you ? '

Sheamus smiled faintly , in hopes his beloved's stress lines would diminish . ' Not at all . The meal is great and the hosts are excellent ones . It's an honor to be a guest in this nice home . '

' Devitt's book of world records . ' Hideo commented and laughed , louder when Finn blushed at the words .

' World records ? ' Sheamus inquired , refilling his hosts glasses with extra beer .

Finn grinned uneasily , ears bright pink .

' Guinness . ' Hideo quipped and guffawed . ' You're the book for Balor . The subject matter he speaks of each moment . '

Sheamus enjoyed the smaller Irish blush .

' And you're Waffle House obsessed , my kyoudaibun . '

' We all have our interests and amusements , kyoudaibun . Subdued demon , the akuma no longer . '

' I like to think something's still long . ' Finn told Hideo , hearing Sheamus chuckle behind him . ' On that subject , take with you twice the amount of condoms as you did before , okay ? '

' Of course ! And you ... ' Hideo bumped foreheads playfully with his house mate . ' Don't break your world records . Or acquire paper cuts from the pages . '

' Really ? ! ' Finn shrugged . ' I thought that was the goal to . At least crack the surface . '

' The shell . ' Hideo teased . ' The EGG shell . '

Sheamus was flushed and overjoyed , pleased to be accepted by the duo as a regular guy , one they liked enough to joke about his coloring .

He hadn't been rude . He was considered a friend . He'd had a great time with the men , the fellows , the 'fellas' .

And dessert that began after the former Kenta left for his first of several dates that night , was the most wonderful .

Terror was his reason to use condoms , no fear of contracting any disease as neither had any , but the one that from the thrill ride sexual contact really was usually might bring the akuma back .

Once more and safe so far . Finn was given comfort from this . He DID owe the akuma plenty of thanks and would happily slaughter it if it ever returned to spoil his life now .

Black on his face , a skull akin to the akuma but perhaps a gentler demon face , his own original design with a matching black heart over his own pulse and his beloved encouraging the fire .

Balor squinted and growled , spilled blood when he bit one of the freckle spattered shoulders , moved into the best viewing position to watch the inches of white enter and exit his backside , enter , linger , swell , explode , relax .

His fingers embedded into the freckle galaxy during his own orgasm , a shudder of one , moist and fierce , gave him a pattern of Celtic knot crosses on his arms and dragons dancing down his legs .

' Multi talented . ' Sheamus found his breath , kissed Finn's lips , forehead , chest heart and briefly the firmer nipple , squeal producing action for both men .

' You change my pattern each time . ' Balor stared up into attractive emeralds while he felt the sensation of deflation inside as the penis softened in its protective case ' You're the talented guy here . '

' Hate that I can't take you with me back home during recup time . ' Sheamus said against the back of Finn's head , snowy nose tip bumped close to short soft hair . He was astounded both their bodies fit upon the pull out couch bed .

' I'll crunch , smush and wad up to squish fit into your luggage . ' Finn smiled lazily , moved more so his backbone was pressed snugly to his lover's chest and stomach .

' World record breaker . ' Sheamus kidded lovingly . ' And after you promised your pal you wouldn't . '

' Had my fingers crossed behind my back . '

' Sneaky beautiful scoundrel . The rehab vacation will be empty without you to look at in the mornings . '

' To wake up with ?! Yeah , my feelings also . ' Finn closed his eyes , body warming along with his grin . In the state of bliss and arousal , the pattern altered somewhat , a black skull formed on his face , a matching black valentine shape heart upon his chest , red sun rays pouring over his now white arms and a pattern of shamrocks in Celtic knots across his back . ' With you , tadaima . '

Shades of black and white , caramel and bright orange , light sand brown to the darkest soil hue .

Turmoil brushed vigorously at each dog , each cat , even gently groomed dibs of hair from a hyper bruxing and boggling Anarchy while Chaos pecked about in the junk yard outside and Solomon watched with admiring , smitten fascination as his favorite female succubus stitched and sewed away at the pile of diy home made alternative fashions .

' You're an amazing talent , hot stuff . '

' And you're the most handsome demon man I've ever seen . ' Turmoil unrolled a mat of torn black fishnet material , began gluing busted radio parts and tinfoil shreds to it .

' You should get into working with runway shows , super woman . Those paychecks from the roller derby are tiny . '

' Hey now , I get by with multiple jobs . ' Turmoil set the unfinished material in her lap . ' Do you hate me ? '

' I love you . ' Solomon said honestly . ' More than barbed wire and knit skull caps , as much love for you as I have for my human dad . And Mox , of course . '

' We're working for rival companies , on opposite sides . ' Turmoil sulked .

' That doesn't mean we should be enemies , unless you hate me and want to go somewhere worthy of you . '

' You're my man ! Plus I like it here with you . It's your home and you keep me safer than before . '

' I'm happy that you think so but ... ' S scooted beside his woman , held her in his arms , his lap . ' My human dad left this place after he found me . He knew a garbage dump isn't healthy for a child to grow up in . You deserve to be a queen in a palace , not with trash and filth . '

' Don't give up your home to spoil me ! I'm the most creative here . This place is better than ... Hell . '

' We'll find a real house for awhile than move back here . '

Turmoil exhaled , discouraged . ' Can't change your mind , lover man ? '

' Your decision . '

' I need feathers for my work . '

' Feathers ? Feathers ? ! '

' Yes . ' Turmoil stuck out her tongue merrily and Solomon grinned and stroked her legs from knee to ankles under and over the moth eaten safety pinned stockings . ' Chaos is being selfish . '

S grabbed the scissors , shortened his long mane before his girlfriend's startled eyes .

' What in Purgatory are you doing ? ! '

' Your feathers . ' S stated , holding Turmoil's palms in his own larger hands . ' Gifted to a Queen from a Crowe . '

Restless and carrying anxiety away from the sunlight , resting in his trailer .

Hours from the past , far from the set , pacing in the mega suite .

Dave wore the gift of the heart shaped novelty sunglasses , his second favorite prize placed over his eyes by his first favorite with an admiring cheer .

He was the action film movie star hero to Rose who looked at him in awe , smiling and mesmerized .

They'd strolled around on set , arm in arm and thrilled , only receiving stares at Adam's bizarre silver 'film reel ' coat and giant gold sparkle star shaped glasses .

These glances and comments were scared into retreat from Dave's furious stares .

He beamed smug now , beneath the covers .

Simplicity , moving in on Roman's flawlessly curved boyfriend while the ' big man ' was injured .

Batista plotted while he masturbated , squirming while seething , starting to drip as he glowered .

It was the road block , the injury healed and Roman's way too soon return .

Dave fumed and felt the beginning trickle , hips up and grunting against the pillows .

Over rated Samoan wasn't deserving , unworthy of the beautiful long body , the even longer gorgeous perfect hair , the wide curious eyes and the swollen pretty mouth , soft as chewed gum and as pink , when he startled Rose with a kiss , unfortunately being rejected after the offer of a trailer tour , an insult that gave him a mission .

To get exactly what he wanted , which like Justin's goals in life , meant getting another man's lover .

Dave ground his teeth , stress on his jawbone , painful .

Pleasurable .

They'd have the bus shaking with windows steamed .

Batista whimpered and squeezed . He could see the finish line while he fantasied , imagined future scalding his brain .

( ' I've left the Skull Face . ' )

Dave groaned slowly , tormented intensified gasp , seeing in his mind the lovely mouth with one puffed out cheek holding the sucker .

( ' I'd rather be with you . ' )

A bellowing rush into the clouds and heaving powerfully , it rained a faint snowfall on his upper body .

Dave felt , again much like Justin , barely any shame or guilt , reached across searching for tissues to clean off his sperm painted chest .

His hand bumped the framed photo .

Now the pang of guilty slapped him when he held the family picture , smiled fondly at his Shane , cute worked too hard business babe with old man hair and young man's everything else .

His husband . And their adopted daughter Kiara , now a teenager , once the adopted daughter of Angle , now with her different two dads , original dad Shane who played the overprotective role and new dad Batista who was bodyguard and defender against hateful creeps who sneered and stared at two males raising an African American daughter .

Dave sat the photo back in its place , kept his head down and back turned .

They were too good for him to be blessed with , Earth angels that loved him .

Lacy pink ribbons knotted around trailing brown pigtails weren't on his mind while he glued the chicken bones into puzzle piece formation , creating deranged beautiful artwork while his nostrils filled with the rotten meat stench of the dirty water swamp.

Baby brother - sister was pouting and complaining more often lately , ignored child having an adult's jealous seething tantrums .

Even the mud had cooled in temperature . Silence now most of animals had traveled to warmer locations or sunk into filth to sleep through the orange grove winters .

' You've been visiting the voodoo queen again ! ' Bo had spat , glaring , his dress and mouth both wrinkled from envy .

Simple to ignore him , to continue building the throne for a god , demon with human skin that also reflected anarchy in his eyes .

' You made me your play toy , dress up dolly and now because of HIM you stopped laying with me , touching me ?! '

' You said you hated it . That you'd tell Dad how I treat you . '

' I'm superior to that trash ! '

' Dad is trash to you ? '

' Not him ! The hoodie wearing , beer guzzling scum with the violence fetish ! '

' The Lord from Hell disguised as Heaven . The only one I see in my own reflection . ' Bray replied , not pausing from whittling and carving bone into the chosen shape .

' He doesn't feel the same for you . And I'm your twin more than he is . ' Bo exclaimed .

' You're not on the level that matches ours . Innocence never thrives in our world . '

' He cares nothing for you . '

' A soul searching lobotomy tends to change a mind . '

' Damn you , stop walking through the darkness hunting for him and see the light , stupid ! '

The double handful of chicken bones had been glued and tied in the formation of a tiny rocking chair , fancy high backed , suitable for a demonic doll house .

It rocked slowly with help from a thumb's push , the scruffy faced small action figure sitting on the throne of decay and ended life .

Bo 's pouting tantrum was ongoing , unstoppable . He whined before purposefully raising the skirt of his dress to far above his knees , exposing more than his frilly pantaloons .

The guaranteed not to fail lucky charm of an attention getter , grabbed , held and strangled the sick heart of big brother like always .

His great length of hair was the curtain over the eye windows of his soul and his teeth were menacing as his gums were marshmallow soft and sweet while he sucked the bone center of the untaped thumb .

The back of his jeans had been colored garnet and muddy brown as the blood dried around the splinter wounds on his ass .

He relished how it caused him pain while soothing his lonely nights , the actions and amusement of having a roll around fuck fest with a mannequin .

And he felt without guilt remembering assaulting that same wooden and wigged representation of Seth , now as he sat on his splinters and stared at his alligator chomping and rolling , filling his watery pool with bloody strings .

' Suitcase . ' Dean snorted at the name's irony . It'd been a cool moniker years ago when Callihan had fished the tiny reptile from the sewers , now the name was stupid and meaningful .

He belched , causing the action figure Roman riding in one hoodie pocket to jostle , nearly falling out to land in alligator jaws .

' Bed time , Romes ? ' Dean gave the plastic head a fond finger rub and stood , stretched and yawned , walked out the greenhouse's tall double entrance doors , trickling red lines down his legs behind him . ' Great idea . '

Storage area made into a room behind the balloon burst game contained an unmade bed which slept the trio , two represented by plastic and wood bundled beneath the covers on each side on the man with stubs of horns poking up under his sloppy hair , clothing , empty bottles and one brown stained long nail on the floor.

He lay calmly with his men , one with a screwdriver still jammed into and slightly dangling from his wooden nose opening , the much smaller and more plastic man on a pillow with his face in a sneering snarl expression .

All of the trio now had tats . Theirs were created from ink drops and tiny vibrating needles dancing , his self made by use of a nail.

Dean relocated this version of Romes closer so he could watch the activities better before easing back upon the saddle of floppy , squishy and rubbery tube that was packing tape held in the correct place on the slick but splintery Seth - equin .

Glue had failed once dry , staple gun had reminded him of the past and made him chuckle .

He'd switched back and forth from strap on to dildo for the wooden body . That had been a delightful chore of a fluid producing task to pass the time .

Nothing felt accurate , made him fall in love and swoon starry eyed and bleeding bottom .

Little plastic Roman observed the gliding hopping motion and his expression remained blank besides the snarl while the grunting carried over to rapid groans .

Everything was right except for one mistake .

' Seth - nocchio . ' Dean licked his unborn children off his palms before slapping the messy wig from the wooden head as shiny and bald as Joey's . ' I've got to get you a REAL dick . '

Sloane had been given two things from his parents that gave him strength .

As a child , his sometimes embarrassing name , humilating since it was more for girls than little boys .

In adulthood , his gun , pistol used in the police force which he had no interest in joining . He'd walked his own road , becoming a night security guard in a gated community instead and couldn't be happier with the choice .

Dozens of middle level wealthy people lived in this neighborhood , very few familiar face celebs but he didn't care about their fame . He defended each of them equally .

Nearly midnight sitting in the enclosed area , big windows and as tall as a lifeguard's perch to watch over the community .

He moved from sitting on a beginning stages of numb backside to standing fast and alert , wary at the odd sounds .

The door was eased open further at the noises . People very close by were yelling , cheering and ...

Singing ?

Sloane was glad he kept his gun close against his leg and two thirds loaded with extra bullets in the pocket on the other thick pants leg .

The pistol remained aimed forward as he stepped in a quick and tiptoe quiet pace towards the van parked outside the towering black metal gates .

Partygoers , he thought slinking closer . And whooping it up too , probably ones he could bust for drugs , from the noise they were making .

The huge sliding door fell back fast , wide open and scattering rust particles , painting brown maroon dried blood colors on his fingers .

Sloane blinked , startled . The van's lone occupant was a laptop computer playing a video while beeping loudly .

The battery was near the end , he realized . The video mesmerized him and he stupidly forgot his training and stood staring at the after Halloween clearance sale costumed revelers bouncing and chanting , grinning , laughing and flail dancing onscreen .

The women were all the main attraction in his eyes , he got perturbed when the few goofily dressed men got in the way blocking them .

And that damned ridiculous rabbit irritated him for some reason . It seemed to be an attention seeker , always in front of the camera .

Sloane shook out his thoughts , once more remembering himself .

He'd forgotten his gun .

Reached for it , sweating .

His pistol was gone . He dropped on his knees to search for it , didn't see it and cursed at the headache building from the louder and louder warning beep from the computer .

The screen turned black as his life was about to.

One large balloon floated up from behind the dead laptop , terrifying him , making him think about evil clowns in sewers and why he had so fucking dumb to lose his gun ?!

The balloon burst in his face , spraying his eyes and blinding him like pepper spray would've except this burning came with a childhood memory in its scent , being a kid and drinking lemonade on hot days .

' Lemon pepper spray . ' Sloane laughed , trying to wipe out the sting but couldn't , blinded .

His scared sarcastic laughter was joined by bone chilling giggles , shrieking moaning chuckles , cackles and the chanting of the song played on the computer .

He wanted to kick himself for losing his gun , especially now while the wild animal sounds traveled from behind him to right in his ear to at his throat .

Losing his life hurt the way citric acid burned , eye stinging and bone crushing .

Three Joe heard the scurrying and giggling outside before Roman , restless and lifting small hand weights at two a.m. , did and swooped downstairs to squeeze through the mail slot and head outdoors .

Her cheerful chirp of greeting changed into a horrified trill at the sight , Rose soaked in another's plasma , wearing the toothy menacing grin of a half skull mask from nose to bearded chin .

He glared dark eyed and evil at the eighth note and she puffed up and charged at this frenemy fearless like any tough chick was.

The note went down into the mud , squeaking in pain once one big hand slapped her aside angrily .

Three Joe trilled , aching and saw black similiar to Sloane's final minute of his life as she lay hurt on the ground .

Over the knee black boots with multiple straps stepped over her and strolled across the yard , the man wearing them whistling and humming , grinning and cackling once he drew closer to the front door.

Roman squinted in the doorway , glancing into the night and blinking after witnessing the skull faced creature in front of him .

Very long hair drifted in the mild ocean's breeze .

' Seth ?! '

His mouth twitched and he reached out , smiling .

Roos landed in his arms , literally , overjoying to both men .

' You're soaking wet , my man ! '

' I ran through your sprinklers . ' Rose said and shrugged , hands still locked around tattooed and uninked shoulders .

' That's like you to do that . Come on , I'll grab you some towels and maybe Threej will get back indoors from wherever she went . '

Barely heard with animal sense of hearing , the sirens miles away . Rose seethed internally at the horrible intruding noise pollution . He had to distract his lover from noticing .

And he knew how to , by using his body first and then his wit .

' They don't like me anymore . ' he stated , head low , extensive mane touching the carpeted floor . ' My group , they rejected me ... they never cared . I'm nothing for them besides a fun time . '

' Hey , no stress and worry . It doesn't matter what they think ! ' Roman exclaimed , his voice raised and more angry than he'd intended .

He'd frightened his beloved , wide eyed and hiding under the kitchen table , and immediately regretted this .

' I am so SORRY , Roos - A - Leok - boo . Don't be scared of me , okay ? '

The cheshire cat grin was fierce and wise beneath the table cloth . Not all were mad there , only one man , long haired and wicked .

He slid out , first on his rump , then crawling , slinking on hands and knees to hunt his prey .

Roman had no objection to being knocked down , flat on his back or even playing patient as long as his lover was the fighting nurse .

' Careful . ' he warned gently as the gummi candy bandages in fruit flavors and rainbow colors were placed like stickers around his scarred side and merry excited white teeth chewed each off slowly .

' Flamingo ? ' Rose asked into several tribal tats and Roman nodded before getting to his feet , behind his former Leo who stood in teasing pose , one leg curled behind him and holding handfuls of hair out on both sides of his face .

Roman grabbed onto him around the curving waist , impressed and amazed at how big Roos ' chest had grown , and also stood one leg , beginning to grunt similiar to how he sounded while lifting once the heaving in and out dozens of thrusts had them swaying .

Rose kept his eyes closed , standing in a flamingo stance with a smile , hair held out and sucker pushing a bulge into one cheek while his candy dissolved in his mouth and his lover's dna dribbled down his inner thighs .

The faint white light became bright molten butter and Three Joe chirped wearily from the ground .

She flew wobbling through the mail slot , ready to fuss at her large inked human friend .

Three Joe couldn't figure out men whatsoever .

She'd fussed frantic , bumped against a framed photo of Seth before spinning about Rose's face and trilling madly , trying to get Roman to understand what she was explaining , that another man in his life had gone bad .

Roman had ignored and dismissed her , too stupidly lovestruck to pay attention and the eighth note retreated to her pink plastic Tea Party Princess doll house and stayed in the four inch long canopy bed , pouting , furious and terrified .

The inked man yawned when he headed towards the front door being jostled by the pounding knocking at this early afternoon hour .

It was one of the neighborhood security , Cheryl , who reminded him of Nattie and Beth , a tough chick that could fight and win against the guys .

' Sorry to wake you but we've had an incident . Sloane's vanished . '

' Sloane has ?! ' Roman asked , stomach churning in worry . The guy was another good person he'd been drinking with from time to time like he had on occasion with Cheryl . ' Was he attacked ? '

' We found a van sunk into the pond nearby but haven't located his body . ' Cheryl frowned . ' Lots of his blood but no body discovered . It seems he commited suicide . '

Roman shivered and closed his eyes . ' He hated his name but I never thought he'd ... '

' Yes and I'm checking everyone's houses and vehicles ... to be sure . '

' Yeah , hey , I understand . ' Roman nodded and stepped back with the door open fully .

They ran into Adam automatically , Roman silently grateful his man was dressed gym normal in a Wrestlemania tee and plain black shorts instead crazy clothing and a kooky hot sauce hued coat .

Cheryl smiled supiciously , causing Roman's heart to tremble and sink . ' And this is ? '

Rose took the female hand eagerly and shook it happily . ' I'm the teacher but hours ago I was the nurse . '

Roman contemplated sneaking out the window from embarrassment .

' I'm teaching him Shona . He learns fast actually . ' Roos continued and Roman sighed .

' Adam's cool , I should've told you already he's a fellow co worker at my job . '

' Have you seen anyone or anything suspicious ? '

' A human sized rabbit , a hamburger man , a fries man , a penguin man , a man wearing a sombrero and lots of beautiful women , singing and dancing . ' Adam beamed . ' Nobody suspicious . '

' He's the leader of a family entertainment performance artist troupe . ' Roman hurriedly explained , blushing .

Cheryl nodded , amused , wary look fading . ' I'll have to search his vehicle also . '

' He's been here . He's innocent and harmless . ' Roman said while Rose stared up at nothing , mouth full of a bacon strip shaped and flavored sucker .

' We'll look anyway . ' the female guard replied and South African eyes bulged in panic .

Roman sweated , concerned , fearing what Roos was bothered by .

He stood beside his frazzled lover when the trunk was opened .

The incredibly vomit inducing stink floated into their nasal passages , making the three gag and cough .

Cheryl scowled at the ' man purse ' that Adam usually carried , dark navy blue now smelly and leaking brown soaked through the bottom cloth , bag bulged round in a shape that had Roman's hands shaking .

This was what Three Joe had warned about . Rose WAS evil .

The bag was partly unzipped before Rose grabbed it , glaring .

' No , NO ! This is MINE , it's a SURPRISE ! '

Roman snatched his boyfriend and held him tight before Cheryl decided to defend herself in any way .

The round bloody rotting lump rolled over gravel .

All three stared , Roman and Cheryl relaxed enough to laugh and Adam mourning the loss .

His thanksgiving meal frozen turkey had decomposed from being in a trunk in Florida heat and humidity .

Cheryl patted his back . ' Sorry about that . You'll have to get some other meat to feast on . '

Roos agreed , teary eyed and stomach growling .

Justin , comfy wearing his x -ray skeleton bone black jeans , matching wrestling boots and moto gloves as well as both Drew's and Heath's past Pilgrim hats on each side of his head , sat with his new family , lots of plush toys around the tables and a tall cardboard Roman standee along with a recent photo of Batista that caught his interest .

Adam was a great host in fake fur and giant goggles , carving the meat and pouring drinks .

' Some for Skull Face and some for Movie Star ! '

' Movie Star's your friend , hmm ? ' Justin ate blueberries stuffed inside the meat .

' Yes , he showed the places where his movies are made . ' Roos answered and Justin grinned , loving the news he could report to Roman , to irk him .

' This is a great meal . You did alot of work . '

' It tired me but it is worthwhile . ' Rose said , filling his plate .

' It is indeed . ' Justin burped , looking at the dressed security guard displayed and carved onto the platter , lemon slice in his mouth to make a happy smile , strawberries in the red sockets where his eyes once were .