Chapter 35: Judgement Day
(Chapter just updated with some new additions)
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Will was standing in the kitchen, staring out of the window. To the average passerby, he looked like any other man who was thinking about nothing in particular, judging from his mild facial expression. But they'd be wrong on so many levels because inside him, his volatile emotions were bubbling to the surface at an alarming speed. Will resembled a volcano, building up to the eruption of the century as he waited for his youngest to come home. He was pretty positive Merle wouldn't be with him even if they had left together. Useless big bastard would have got bored of his baby brother quickly and abandoned him to chase some skirt no doubt. Unfortunate for the brat who had to pay for his recent disrespect when Will had hurled their dinner at him yesterday but Merle had been right by his brother's side. Forcing Will to wait to 'dish out' the much-needed lesson. He had some well-chosen words that he wanted Daryl to hear, what he wanted only Daryl to hear. Besides, Merle wasn't to know yet about that kiss he'd witnessed on Friday, if ever. Will doubted that the little pansy would tell his loudmouth, macho brother, no matter how close they were.
Yet his worst suspicion after seeing that passionate yet tender exchange was that maybe Daryl wasn't being forced – if the teacher was still at him despite his protests that it was all over. Although he had sulked a little – spoilt brat – when Will had put his foot down about him not going to Italy with Eric and thank the Lord he did – Will caught him gazing out of the window with a dreamy smile on his face. Was he thinking about the other boy or his teacher or maybe even both – the little harlot? There just couldn't be any other reasonable explanation as to why his son so stubbornly protected the bastard who had attacked him. Was still hurting him most likely even if the boy thought he liked all the sick things he was doing to him. Maybe he was addicted to the thrill? Hooked on the illicit danger of discovery he knew that came with screwing his teacher and a classmate? Always wondering if he would get caught with either of them? Did Eric know that his beloved little boyfriend was cheating on him with their teacher?
Would his boy really be so stupid? Will had swallowed his loathing for all things homosexual or unmanly and said nothing. Although it had nearly taken everything from him to do that and he'd nearly let the cat out of the bag.
With a sigh, the unwelcome vision of Mike on top of his terrified and sobbing 13-year old, small for his age, with his pants down came to Will's mind then. Reminding him that maybe it wasn't all Daryl's fault if he was a little cock-sucker, maybe that experience had warped something deep inside him and twisted him that way. Even if Will had intervened before he actually fucked him, irreparable damage was done, particularly at such a tender age. Mike had had been violent and forceful with him, had had him petrified and forced him to…Will couldn't finish that particular thought. None of it was Daryl's fault! Reminding himself of this fact, he was able to stay his fist whenever he saw his youngest day-dreaming, just like a love-sick teenage girl.
Yet he'd come back from school the first time the teacher assaulted him and climbed into his Dad's lap without prompting, clinging to him with both hands. Begging without words for the older man to hold him and make him feel all better when he'd always been too proud to ask for comfort. Or to cry for mercy. Never would have asked – not voluntarily, that was Will's call. Usually after the punishments had been taken too far.
Will had just held him tighter. He wasn't crying - exactly but he sensed the tears were not far away. He had time to reflect that Merle was right to be jealous – if he'd done the same, even without knowing the reason, Will would have kicked him to the ground and got his belt out. Maybe even the knife for being such a pussy and acting like a little girl.
Merle knew that he'd always loved his brother best, seemed to accept it until he'd come back that day and found them together on the sofa. His father coddling his brother like that.
Just like the little pussy he was.
Then again, Will had to remind himself, Daryl was more fragile. Vulnerable. After what that sick fuck had nearly done and Will would always blame himself for bringing that sickness into his home.
Where his youngest son slept.
He'd held back for so long. Denied his own feelings for his own son. Maybe he'd punished Mike so severely, not only because he'd tried to violate Daryl but also because he understood the want the boy roused in him. All the time, he'd tried to suppress his desires, reminding himself over and over that it wasn't the boy's fault that his father was sick.
Mike had been like looking in the mirror at some dark double.
The boy was once again playing with fire, just like he did with his father every day. If his son was aware of that fact or not, Will didn't know. His hands started to shake when the next image in his mind decided to torment him - Eric. With his little boy. His hands all over him and their lips glued together, Daryl touching him back just as greedily! Although it had appeared relatively innocent and harmless, it made his rage boil over. The father couldn't even lie to himself that he was being forced or at least being taken advantage of by him.
Will suddenly gripped the kitchen sink so hard with both hands that his knuckles turned white. Suddenly, it had all made sense...Daryl's lack of interest in girls his own age when his brother had a voracious appetite. It had taken all his strength not to let him know that he knew as he uncharacteristically didn't confront them straightaway. Not even to drag the other boy off him and beat him to an inch of his life and the same thing he would have done to Daryl when he finally got him home. But like a coward, he'd merely slunk away and said nothing.
But he hadn't forgotten, he could never get that picture out of his head and he was storing it up to throw back in his son's face later when the opportunity presented itself. He didn't know then that he would use it as a pretext to do what he'd always wanted to him. The boy liked cock after all...what he'd seen proved that he did.
Only when his fingers started to go numb, did he let go of the sink with considerable difficulty. Not for the first time he wished that Daryl knew just how much he struggled each day with himself, not to give in and destroy his trust in him forever. If he knew the things that went through his father's head, especially when he guilelessly climbed into his lap, seeking comfort. His urges were especially difficult to control when his son would wander around the house, dressed with deliberate carelessness in a very tight T-shirt hugging his upper-body in all the right places as if to taunt him. Again, evidence of his faggishness. Or goddamn him, those days when it was hot like lately when he wore his slightly baggy sweatpants, hanging low on those hips, with his lean and tanned upper-body bare. Will couldn't even focus enough to talk to his son when he was dressed like that. If you could call that dressed… Will thought with angry sarcasm and snorted. He couldn't even be in the same room with his teenage son when the desire took over, he had damn near come to pouncing on the boy a few times already. He feared that one day he'd snap and wouldn't be able to stop himself.
Did Daryl know how close he'd come to doing the unforgiveable? Did he appreciate his restraint all these years? Most of the time, Will was sure he had no idea – he'd been so careful to hide it, after all.
The thought of losing control completely like that made his blood run to ice and he usually took to fleeing to his bedroom away from the source of his temptation when there was no other escape. How he dealt with it depended on his mood and inclinations. Either he stubbornly rode it out until he calmed back down again, or he gave in to his weakness and took care of his disobedient body himself, rubbing himself almost raw. Those times he would come so hard that when he muffled his cry in his fist, he would bite himself deep and bloody.
This left Will livid just thinking about what his son had managed to reduce his own father to. A pathetic, pining, creep of a man. At times Daryl shot off these little tiny smirks at Will, that made him wonder if he really were aware of what he was doing to him, if so, Will was surprised Daryl dared to challenge him and mock him like that. What about that dream he'd had about his own child? One of the best dreams Will had ever had and didn't ever want to end. Was his subconscious trying to tell him something? Didn't the little tease know the risks? What he was in fact asking for? Was it all a game to him, like with his teacher? Did he taunt in order to receive what he wanted? No. Surely, he didn't want his own father like that! But then again, if he flirted with that teacher as well as that boy like he was pretty sure his son had done, why was Will allowing his feelings of guilt and disgust to torment him? Maybe it was all down to Mike but why didn't he just go ahead and take what he wanted, if his little slut of a son wanted it too and dress it up as a new form of punishment?
When Daryl wasn't in his direct line of fire, the boy seemed to be carefree like the teenager he was. Couldn't be further from the trembling shell he'd been after that teacher had assaulted him. Maybe he had trouble expressing his mutual feelings? How was Will to know, the boy was like a clam most of the time, and this was hardly a conversation that was brought up in front of the TV at home. Probably he enjoyed being forced to submit under the natural power that adult men had over him.
Whatever form the punishment took today, his son was about to learn a hard lesson. Maybe the toughest lesson of his life. To not snarl at Will for one, not to laugh along when his older brother mocked or sassed his father, for another. Most importantly, to not walk around half-naked in the house. Still, Will wasn't complaining about that, of course he didn't show how much it turned him on but he didn't know just how much longer he could stand the constant temptation.
Will thanked his lucky stars when the golden opportunity fell into his lap that Saturday as he saw a cop car pull up to the Dixon's house. Thankfully, no neighbors were out and about to see, so hopefully, there would be no trouble. Will expected to see Merle tumble out instead when the cop opened the backseat door and let out a vicious snarl like a threatened animal when he saw only his youngest with the back of his shirt bunched up into the cop's restraining fist. Only reason for that was because the little punk had been a pain in the ass, and most likely resisting when they arrested him. Will ignored the sliver of Dixon pride that bubbled up in his chest, he was supposed to be pissed off after all.
He was greeted with the big cop's self-satisfied smirk of someone who thought he'd already done his good deed for the day along with his son who was writhing like an alley-cat in the brawny man's iron grip. When he couldn't make him budge, the teen dared to settle on having a staring competition with his extremely displeased father. Although furious, his son's display of open defiance went straight to his groin especially when his boy leaned back then and pouted his full lips at him. Daryl even crossed his arms stubbornly over his chest like he knew the effect it had on him. Just one of the latest crimes against his father that Will had let go at the time but had nevertheless been hoarding up in his mind for the ultimate punishment. Not least the cardinal sin of bringing the cop to their door even though Will didn't know the reason yet. Where was Merle? Was he involved – in a cell already, maybe? Bastard better be rather than I get my hands on him, he thought.
Will was interrupted as he mentally went through scenarios of how he was going to wipe that daredevil smirk off his younger son's face when the cop cleared his throat:
'Mr. Dixon… No need to tell ya the obvious, but I've got ya son. Caught him as he ran off after he was spotted shoplifting. He sure gave me a run for my money.'
'Is that so?' Will's voice was dangerously calm as he rose one eyebrow in apparent surprise.
Daryl's cocky expression vanished with the wind when it dawned on him just how serious an offence this was in his father's book. It wasn't like he gave a shit about the stealing it was getting caught that was unforgiveable in Will Dixon's book.
Now it was Will's turn and his grin turned devilish as Daryl quickly dropped his gaze to his shoes instead. 'And his brother?'
'Nowhere in sight, sir.'
'Of course not. No surprise there. Ya can leave now, I'll take care of this. Teach him the difference between what's his and not to take.'
The cop's jaw dropped as he took in the dark mood of the powerful man standing in the doorway, glaring daggers at his son who stubbornly kept his eyes on the ground.
For a split second he regretted bringing the boy home like that. It was a petty crime after all and after a good talking to, he was pretty sure he would've been able to get through to even this spikey and rebellious kid. But it wasn't like he could turn back the time now, and he didn't want to betray his self-doubt so he stood tall with his back straight and almost reluctantly released his grip on the boy's shirt.
Only for Daryl to be grabbed again by his angry and embarrassed father.
'Get in there!', Will snarled and effortlessly shoved him backwards into the house. 'I'll deal with ya later.'
The cop was rewarded with a certain finger in the air from the little criminal, at odds with the boy's deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression before Daryl ran up the stairs.
Once his son was safely out of sight, Will smiled as he turned his attention back to the cop. 'In future, may I suggest that ya focus on catching the real scum in this town instead of my boys?'
The cop was stunned for a while before he found himself again. He nodded and took a step back. 'Noted. He just happened to steal at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm not out for anybody in particular here, sir. I arrest when I spot a crime is committed, that's all. I consider it a good thing I can sometimes do it in time to make a difference. Hopefully he'll learn from this and won't repeat it.'
'Oh -ya bet he won't after I've finished with him.'
The cop started forward, suddenly deeply worried about the boy he was leaving behind. 'Sir, I don't think you should...'
Will interrupted him with a flashy shark's smile. It was obviously a great effort for him to remain polite. 'Bye now, I've got a little delinquent inside to take care of.'
Dismissed coldly like that, the cop could only walk away in the direction of his car.
It didn't escape Will the change in his body language. It wasn't the same pride in those steps, instead, the strong man seemed to drag his feet behind almost as if in deep regret. Will couldn't blame the cop for having a bad feeling about this, he was probably radiating his longing to punish his boy through his pores by now. As he closed the door with a bang, he heard water running from the bathroom upstairs and even this made him mad. Hadn't the little fag learnt his lesson from last time he used the shower without asking for permission first? The father suddenly had the urge to trace the scars on his son's back to relive the memory and felt himself get hard.
Maybe I'll make more. He chuckled to himself evilly. But this time where no-one can see.
The arrogant brat thought he could run circles around him, that he'd lost his edge and gone soft because of his little scare at school but things were going to change around there from now on. Will had given him enough slack apart from the occasional beating when he'd been drinking or when the pressure of constantly restraining himself overwhelmed him. All of Daryl's transgressions added to the massive screw-up of being dumb enough to get caught forfeited Will's protection.
From his father, from himself.
Will Dixon knew just how to make his son pay. Today was Judgement Day and resisting his desires was no longer an option.
Satisfied with himself, Will Dixon walked inside and popped a beer open as he waited for Daryl to be done with his shower. By the time he was through with him, he'd badly need another one.
