WARNING!-Shield equals violence.
Human bowling pin.
Human target.
Target practice.
Two on the hunt, on the prowl, racing each other, gleeful, joyous, charging forward to topple the homeless man, to punch and kick him, using his filled with garbage and tattered blankets cart to ram the dazed man multiple times, laughing from the thrill.
Seth grabbed the legs and Dean took the arms and flipping the man like a jump rope, they slung him up over the fence of the local dump.
'Garbage with more trash.' Seth joked.
'Yeah. Let's give a chance to run.' Dean tossed the cart over the fence, bonking the fallen prey on the back with it, clash of metal to sore skin. 'Then we'll chase him.'
'And when we catch him?' They scrambled over the fence.
'Then he dies.'
'You DO know how to have a good time.'
'Even better. Let's have fun while we wait.' Seth was yanked and tossed into a nearby junked car, no doors, wheels or windows, rusting away, and pounced on, straddled.
'No ' I love you'.'
'Not from my lips.'
'Mine either.'
The kiss was furious, biting, not loving, no romance but the feel and emotion of a predatory animal eating its prey, still alive and screaming in pain.
The makeout fest became a heaving, hard to breathe one, plenty of exploring hands and moisture throughout.
'I...have...firecrackers.' a gasp on the destroyed and rat eaten backseat.
'Cool. We'll stuff 'em in his mouth!'
'In all sorts of holes.'
Two twisted grins and duo nasty chuckles.
A true bad romance.
They paced themselves, caught up with their victim easily, one big game, joke, to them, held the man down, shoved firecrackers in his spitting blood mouth, kicked and stomped him when he fought back, tied more around his wrists and ankles.
'One more.'
Seth smiled and pushed it down into one dirty foul smelling shoe, holes in the heel and toe.
'No anal?'
'Yeah but...' Seth glanced around, found a small branch. 'This.'
Dean bit his own tongue, overjoyed and proud. 'Brilliant!'
The stick broke from the effort, tears soggy on the face as splinters stabbed near his prostate, match struck and a hundred gunshot pops accompanied a dozen sticky kisses.
They took turns nudging the smoldering torso with a dirty boot toe.
Seth left the stick in place but gave it a twist. Dean was more thorough, he shoved the splintery nub in with force.
One yelp and bounce and the body lay still and silent, smelled of burnt rotted food.
One black bird, huge, flew down and pecked at it.
Dozens of cats and dogs appeared from piles of trash, hidden places and began to rip at still alive skin.
Silence turned to shrieks.
A tiny silver dart flew at them, landed at Dean's feet nearly stabbing through his footwear. He didn't flinch.
He DID grin.
Scruffy shaggy hair, weird crazy face, layered and covered with rumpled grungy clothes over a big tough body.
That knife was familiar.
He knew it because he'd given S that knife, long ago, literal blood brothers.
'S? S!' It IS you!'
'Assfucker!' the man yelled and ran at them smiling.
'Cocksucker!' Dean yelled back, could NOT stop grinning.
Seth stood in shock, glanced from one man to the next as his first and only true boyfriend hugged Solomon Crowe the way a person would hug a long lost friend.
Or family member.
