S and M.
S and M, a real whipcrack of a thought to sting his brain, worse than Impact's ratings, worse than most WWE studios films.
the pillow had taken its beating quietly and he fumed in silence, teeth grinding.
Delivery service, island style.
'Plenty of rehydration.' Roman plunked down two bottles of beer, cotemplated and set down three more with a thunk.
'Don't you try to console me!' Seth growled but reached for the drink anyway. 'No advice, no pity, none of that stupid cartoon ' Family sticks together' crap either.'
Roman sighed and took a swig. 'I keep telling you, Lilo's Hawaiian. Which is not the same.'
'Pineapples, coconuts, who cares? It's all the same to me.'
'Not to me.'
'What the hell happened to your hair?! You look like an idiot.'
Roman touched his scalp, feeling several small worms there, soft and long.
'LEO!'
A excited face peered in through the mostly closed door. 'Leo's hair likes Cupcake's hair!'
'Well, Cupcake's hair doesn't feel like being in braids. Here, help me get this undone...oh fuck you put ribbons in it too?! Leo!'
'If you must be nosy.' Seth scowled at the hair un-do. 'He's with his former boyfriend, some foul mouthed goth punk grunge torture porn freak.' Seth decided not to mention the whole reincarnated killer, Hell and evil demon sidekick thing, that wouldn't have gone over well.
'Former, meaning he left him for you.'
'I SAID don't console me!'
'I'm not, I'm only talking - Leo, comb THIS side, thanks - you know as much as I do, we aren't together for love, we're together to make a stand against everything wrong in our eyes.'
'Get to a point.'
'Get off your ass, quit whining and go make a damn stand.'
Seth nodded, took a bottle in each hand and trudged to the living room area of the suite.
Sat on the sofa, in the dark.
Ready to make a stand and dole out punishment until his own Justice was served.
Dozing, drowsing, in and out of sleep.
Skin of penis against his lips.
He touched it with teeth, without thinking.
Then Dean's brain cartwheeled and it wasn't Seth with him but an S of another cruel sort.
'Hey! Wha?!'
'He left.' S said proudly, gloating. 'He couldn't stand seeing us together, like we should've always been.'
'You can dream all you want. I make my own choices not you.'
'So?'
'So...you'll my blood brother forever, but not my choice for lover. Hotdog IS.'
'A human.' S sneered.
'Yeah a human, and the greatest one I've known. HE needs me, you don't. And I don't want you instead of him.'
'It's cool.' S answered and meant it though envy still showed on his face in a black charcoaled blaze. 'I'll find another.'
'Yeah. Yeah you will.'
Drew stumbled, swayed and staggered from the cab, oops! up the walk, slipped and bumped his noggin.
Weaved around the hotel like a drunk rat in a maze.
Finally found his room and when he landed in Wade's arms, he'd felt relief yet again.
