6

Old Faces and Story Time

Neither knew how they made it into that position, all they knew was that it felt perfect. The friction of their lips meshed one another, hips grinding against hips, and soft moans being elicited voluntarily. Jason’s back pressed against the front door, Alex’s hands pressed against the door on either side of the blonds head. Jason’s hand was twisted in the collar of Alex’s shirt, pulling the brunet even closer, as they both groaned, Jason’s free hand sliding up beneath the brunet’s shirt.

But the perfect moment passed, both jumping as a presence made itself known, coughing as it tapped on Alex’s shoulder. “I know that damn blond is irresistible, but save this for when you get inside.” A voice both recognized said from behind them. Even then, Alex recognized the nickname ‘damn blond’; one his step father usually used in reference to any blond that got on his nerves. Jason and Kaylee to name some. Turning around, he found Chris looking at them along with someone Alex wanted to murder since his family’s death. Looking back, he found Jason had calmed down, staring at the pair himself.

“Where’s Jared?” He asked them.

“He’ll be with a client till tomorrow evening.” Chris said simply, shrugging as he chewed on his own tongue as if it were bubble gum.

Alex gave Jason a questioning look and Jason blushed. “Jared’s my older half brother. We have the same mother, and luckily for me different fathers. My step father sold Jared to Chris, and as you should know, Chris is a pimp so…Jared is currently…pleasing someone.” He said awkwardly, biting his lower lip as he wraped one arm around Alex’s waist, and using the other to open the door. After the door was finally open, Jason then wrapped the free arm around Alex’s waist, and dragged him into the house. Alex laughed at Jason’s eagerness, and pushed him up against a wall, sucking the “damn blonds” neck.

“Chris, Anthony, welcome!” Jac greeted them from the kitchen entrance.

“It seems your tenant has a thing for your little toy, Jac.” Chris commented.

Alex ignored them, letting his hands wander down the top of the blond’s skirt. Jason groaned into Alex’s ear in appreciation, twisting his fists in the brunet’s hair, knocking the visor off his head.

“Chris, remember that step-son of yours that might still be living? Do you have any pictures of him?” Jacob asked.

Alex looked up from Jason’s neck, gently massaging the boy’s stomach. “No,” Chris replied. “Christina stored all the pictures in a safe house and Brent is the only one who can access it.” The teen was amazed to hear the sadness in the man’s voice. “Regretfully, Brent and I still haven’t found him. He’s about the only thing we can agree on.” Chris just laughed, causing Alex to spin around to look at the man. “Alex would probably still hate me anyways. He hated that I always provoked fights with his dear ‘dad-E’ Brent.” He spat out. “What the kid didn’t notice was that I always came back to him and Michael with a new bruise, a new cut, all because Brent had been provoking another fight with me.”

“Chris, are there any identifying marks on Alex?” Jac asked calmly.

“Birthmark in the shape of a bat on his lower back above his right buttock, and a little burn scar on his left heel.” Chris replied, slightly confused.

Alex squeaked when he felt Jason lift up the back of his shirt. “Chris, is there anyone else who has the same birthmark?” He asked as he traced said birthmark with his finger.

“No…not any reported ones. Alex was completely unique in that way.” Chris watched Jason curiously.

“Come here and look,” Jason said softly.

Alex growled as his pants were shoved down slightly for Chris to inspect the life long marking. He snickered, earning a smack on the ass from Jason, as Chris backed up into the wall with shock, his hand covering his mouth. Looking around, Alex found Chris had slipped down the wall and was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest. He bent down, pulling up his pants while he was at it, picking up his visor, watching the man pull out a cell phone.

“Brent? Kaylee, you damn blond, get Brent on the phone. Kaylee, don’t swear. Why? Because you never know if Indigo may be hiding behind you, waiting to smack you with his damn walking stick. Just get Brent on the fucking phone!” Chris yelled into the phone as Alex listened into the conversation, wondering what the man was up to.

“Bent? Shut-up, I don’t care if you’ve finally heard of my reputation. Brent…I’ve found Alex…well technically he stumbled in on one of my associates, and I was invited in. Actually Brent…he’s taller than you…and surprisingly not trying to beat me up.” He commented laughing.

While his step father was distracted, Alex took that time to look at his brother’s murderer. Last time he’d seen Anthony Markson the man’s hair was dyed neon blue, and he was holding a gun to the back of the van when he was five. Anthony’s hair was now dyed a violent violet, a drastic change from the old colour. The purple strands were curly, and about mouth length. It was also quite messy, the ringlets partially covered his eyes. The timid man was just about close to panicking as Alex’s burning gaze met his eyes. He wanted to laugh as the man just about two inches shorter than him pressed his back against the door, willing it to open and let him escape.

All eyes went back to Chris as he hung up, and set his cell phone in his pocket. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to look up at Anthony from his position still sitting on the ground. “Stick close to me Anthony,” he said softly as he stood up. “Jason, Alex, Kaylee, Brent, or any one of the triplets may attack you.”

“How’d you …” Jason said, stopping before he revealed any vital information. He slid his arms around Alex’s waist, hugging the man. Alex gave him a look that said, “we’re talking later” as Jason just let out a little cough.

“I looked through your ‘journal’, last time I was here.” Chris used air quotes when he said ‘journal’ causing Jason to narrow his eyes. Smirking, the man turned to Anthony, “Go join Jac in the kitchen.” He lightly smacked the man’s ass as he commanded the man to go. Quickly Anthony scuttled off, blushing as Alex and Jason watched him with ice cold eyes. All Jac did was roll his as he followed the timid man, ushering him into the room, and shutting the door behind them.

Silence fell on them once more, “want to wait outside?” Chris asked.

“We’ll have to wait in the alley or front pavement because the front yard is gated off.” Alex said.

Chris nodded, and walked out the door. “Pavement or alley?” Jason asked, clinging to Alex as they followed.

“Sidewalk, less chances of getting hurt.” Chris announced, opening the gate leading up to the house and guiding the two young men down to site with him on the curb.

The boys sat on either side of holding hands behind his back as they waited for Alex’s other step fathers arrival. It took fifteen minutes of awkward silence, and Alex began to doubt whether the man was coming, until a silver van drove into the alley. The only sign that it was Brent’s, was by how Chris immediately stood and ran towards it. Looking to each other, Jason shrugged and Alex sighed, hoping Chris was right.

They looked around the corner, watching curiously as people began to file out. First came a rather skinny teen, six feet, layered chin length crimson red hair, narrow amber eyes. He looked around, curiously, before spotting Alex and running towards him, jumping into the man’s arms. “Kailen?” Alex asked in wonder, brushing some of the boys hair out of his eyes. “Is that you?” Kailen nodded in response, burying his face in Alex’s neck.

Jason poked the boy, raising one eye brow at his companion. “Sorry,” Alex laughed. “Jason, this is my fifteen year old brother Kailen, Indigo’s older triplet. Just to point out, unless you know sign language, communication is difficult. Poor guy’s a mute.” He smiled nervously, setting the teenager down. He ruffled the unusually coloured hair, laughing as Kailen shook his head, the hair falling back into place, parted right above his right eye.

From the same door, another unusual boy appeared. He was Kaylee’s height, with straight, also layered, black and white streaked hair. Innocent grey eyes looked around, trying to find his target. Once they found Alex, who was now sitting on his ankles, he bounded out, running for his big brother.

“Hi Andarien.” Alex said softly. He spoke the words slowly, before he allowed the boy to hug him. Looking to Jason he said, “this is Andarien. He’s deaf, and was born in between Indigo and Kailen. Congratulations, you have met my half brothers…or at least the ones Brent spawned.”

Indigo then climbed out, holding Kaylee’s hand, and it was then Alex spotted his step father, Brent, carrying Chris’ only living blood son, Michael. Grinning goofishly, Alex ran for the man, like a young child after his father got home from work. He hugged him, holding onto the man tightly before turning to the boy in his step father’s arms. “Hi, Michael,” he said softly, offering to take the teenager from Brent’s arms. Bright blue eyes looked up at him from under a mop of golden blond hair as he was set in Alex’s arms.

For a few moments he looked timid, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. After shaking the wonder out of him, and wrapped his arms around his big brothers neck, resting his head on Alex’s chest. He giggled as Jason cautiously joined the group, clearly amused by the older man’s choice of clothing. “He’s seventeen, paralyzed from the waist down, and able to introduce him self.” The brunet grinned to his friend.

“Hi,” Michael said shyly. “I’m Michael Churnhill, who are you?”

“Jason Smith, your big brothers friend.”

“How old are you?” Brent asked Jason, shutting the trunk after pulling the wheel chair out. The man watched suspiciously as Chris spoke with his sons, ignoring the fact that Kaylee had walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist in a calming manner.

“Nineteen, next Hallowe’en I’ll be twenty.”

Brent thought about it for a moment before suddenly grinning. He turned to Alex, “by the way, Happy Birthday.” He pulled something out from his back pocket, and set it on Alex’s finger. It was a key ring with only one key on it.

“Holy shit!” They heard Chris exclaim from behind the young man. “He’s giving you one of the keys to the storage house!”

The brunet’s eyes widened as Jason took the key and stuffed it in his back pocket. “Hi Dad!” Michael said, untangling his arms and extending them towards his Father.

“Dad?” Jason mouthed to Alex.

“Chris is Mom’s first husband, they got drunk one night, she got pregnant with Michael and his two brothers, and they got married.” Alex whispered shrugging. “Next year came triplets, week later they discovered it’s Chris’ fault Mike is in a wheel chair, and then came the divorce. Not soon later she remarried.” He ignored the fact that Chris had taken the youth from his arms, only glancing at the man when he noticed how cute they looked together.

Michael was nuzzling his father, eyes closed as he hugged the man. Chris’ eyes were also closed, clinging onto his son for dear life. It was as if the hadn’t seen each other for years until that point. The older man held his son as if he were a fragile baby, like he was the light of his life. Noses touching, smiles visible, it was almost as if nothing could separate the two.

Although some dared to try: Brent had stepped forward, ready to pry Michael from his father’s arms. He only decided against it when Alex set a hand on his chest, shaking his head, telling the man not to.

“Chris?” A high pitched nervous voice called out from the house. Chris hurried to the gate, Michael still in his arms. He smiled lightly as Anthony’s head peeked out the door. The purple haired man squeaked and went back in when Brent let out a loud growl, taking a few steps up the path.

“Brent, don’t you dare hurt him. He did less damage than the others, so don’t you lay one fucking finger on him. And Indigo, if you try to whack me, I swear you’ll regret it.” The albino teen stood behind Chris, walking stick raised. Indigo growled, walking up the path behind his father, sitting down on the grass as he waited to find out what they were going to do.

Anthony practically ran past Brent and hid quickly behind Chris, ignoring the giggles from Alex and Jason. “Dad, he smelt funny!” Indigo called, causing even Chris to burst out in laughter. The man just huffed giving Indigo the middle finger.

“No use, Anthony. He’s blind, he could only smell you, and feel the rush of air as you ran by.” Chris grinned, adjusting his arms as Michael squirmed.

“Now Indigo, remember when you asked what drugs smelt like?” Brent asked his son.

“Yeah.”

“There’s a prime example!”

“Fuck you, Brent!” Anthony yelled, giving the man a rather rude gesture.

“I’ll leave that for Chris thank you!” Brent called back, laughing.

“What, you want to bend over for me?” Chris asked him, one eye brow cocked.

Brent opened and closed his mouth, looking like a fish out of water. “Close your mouth, or you’ll attract flies.” Chris said, slapping his jaw up as he passed.

Alex laughed, picking Indigo up as he passed, cradling the albino in his arms. Like earlier, the boy raised his hand, and as usual, he kissed the palm of it, reassuring Indigo that it was in fact Alex. The albino wrapped his arms around his big brothers neck, burying his face in the crook of it.

By then, Brent had turned on Anthony once more, his hands on his hips. “Well, if you’re not so bad Anthony, explain yourself.” He challenged, sneering.

Anthony bit his lip, scratching his head in thought. He jumped when Michael extended his muscular arms towards him, wanting to be carried by someone else. Smiling, Anthony took the teen, kissing his cheek.

It was then Brent was about to storm after the man, or at least until Jason grabbed his arm, preventing his attack. “He won’t hurt Michael, Brent.” The blond said softly, glaring when Alex snorted at the comment. The brunet looked astonished as his little brother smacked him on the cheek.

“Don’t be mean Alex,” the teen huffed. “Chris told me that Anthony is a scaredy cat, so he wouldn’t even be able to hurt a fly, and I believe him. So if you’re going to be like that, put me down.”

“So the kid believes me. Do you have a lie detector built into that pretty little head of yours?” He ask the albino as he absently ran a hand through his sons hair.

“No, I can just tell. It’s my own version of incstinct.” Indigo replied, squirming in Alex’s arms. The brunet sighed, setting his younger sibling down on the ground, and watched as he wandered towards the front door, exploring the grounds.

“Are you guys coming in?” Jac yelled from the front door. The forty year old man jumped when he saw Indigo standing in front of him.

Jason took Michael from Anthony’s arms, and carried him into the living room with the triplets following him. He set the boy down on a couch and looked at them. “You boys’ stay here while we talk.”

“We’re old enough for that type of talk!” Michael growled, causing Jason to jump.

“Actually, we’ll be talking about some disgusting stuff we don’t want to soil your pretty little ears with…no offense Andarien.” Jason added nervously.

“None taken,” Andarien replied, keeping his eyes on the blond.

“My friend, Jacob Guymore, will be near by if you need him,” he said. “And Jac! No touchie!” He yelled in the direction of the man.

“Fine, fine. But I’d better be getting laid tonight!” Jac muttered.

At those words, Jason blushed deeply, the four boys staring at him. Quickly, he spun around and hurried outside as one of them moved to question him. Grunting, he ran into Alex when the man went to check on his brothers. “Are they going to be okay with him?” He asked, spitting out the last word as if it were something revolting.

“Yes, because I promised him he’d have me tonight…just hope he doesn’t try to round you up.” Jason said calmly, wrapping his arms around Alex’s waist, kissing the man’s cheek.

“Why would he try to do that?” Alex asked, moving them closer to the four huddled men.

“I’ll explain later.”

“So, are you staying here?” Brent asked, as Chris opened his mouth to do the same.

“Yes, Jacob is helping me find a job, and when I get enough money I’ll find my own place…and take Jason with me.” The brunet said, resting his cheek against Jason’s.

Gasping in surprise, Jason turned to stare at Alex, as Anthony said, “Good idea. Poor guy needs to be rid of this place.” Chris nodded in approval, as Anthony began playing with a clicking pen…which was rapidly annoying Jason.

Noticing this, Chris laid a hand on Anthony’s to stop the nervous man. “Just say your peace, and you won’t have them wanting to kill you.”

Brent snorted, sitting down on the grass as Kaylee muttered something about wanting to keep an eye on the boys’, and hurried to the building. Jason watched, confused, his gaze going from Alex to Brent, curious as to why the man ran away. “He has a sensitive stomach,” Chris explained. “He must have figured out, by the way you rush the boys’ away, that this is something he doesn’t want to hear.” The man added, as he followed Brent’s lead, and sat down.

Anthony pulled out a pack of cigarettes, much to Jason’s disgust, and was about to light one up when Chris reached up and grabbed his arm. “I thought you were quitting,” he commented softly, letting go and patting the ground next to him, gesturing for the man to sit down.

Jason couldn’t ever remember seeing the man acting this way, it was highly unusual considering the way he was used to the man acting. He was going to have to ask Alex later if Chris was ever this calm when the man was younger, but first, he was going to help pry an explanation out of Anthony. Watching as Alex sat down, he smirked, gracefully plunking himself down in the others lap. He pressed his skirt down as he sat, grinning at the brunette. Alex wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist protectively, laying his chin on the man’s shoulder. “Go on,” Jason said to Anthony as the man lit his cigarette. “I’ll keep an eye on Alex, Chris will watch Brent, so you can talk.”

The man sighed, flicking ashes from the tip of his cigarette onto the stone ground nearby. He backed up closer to the steps, and sat down, taking great care to be far from Alex and Brent. He rested his head in his hands, smoke rapidlypouring from his nose like an angered dragon. "One minute guys," he forced out, his voice a weak crack. "It hurts to remember what happened that day...and I need to collect myself, or risk being laughed at."

He took a few minutes to finish his cigarette, flicking the butt onto the stone next to him. He made his audience wince when he used his thumb to put it out, not even flinching. He sighed closing his eye, and said "I'll start with the incident on Jason's fifth, then Alex because I'll need Chris' support for it. It was the worst day of my life."

"Of course! I lost most of my family on that day!" Alex yelled, preparing to push Jason off his lap.

"No! Because I had kids running up to me beggine for me to kill them so they wouldn't have to suffer the others." Anthony growled back.

Jason jumped at the man's tone, this was the first time he'd ever heard the man sound like this. He covered Alex's mouth to stop the teen who dearly wanted to question Anthony, "just tell your story, or Alex will get out of control." Jason said calmly.

Anthony sighed, and surprised everyone by even backing away from Chris now. "Sorry, but for this one even you'll wanna kill me." He said, choking on the last words.

"Why?" Chris asked suspicious, all os Anthonys audience spun to look at him.

"Buh-buh-because I-I was the one w-who killed J-Joey," he stuttered out, standing up when Brent and Chris gave him murderous looks.

"You killed Joey Smith?!" Brent screeched, hurriedly standing up.

"I-I-I was forced to!" Anthony cried, tripping and cowering beneath Brent in fear. "I was forced to at gun point to kill him. I didn't mean to! It was fourteen years ago!” He cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Brent, get back here. Let the man speak,” Chris said in a disgusted manner.

The man walked back to his spot, sitting down, grumbling incoherently. Anthony scrambled back to his spot, hyperventilating slightly. Despite what the man had just revealed, Jason was worried, and crawled off Alex, approaching the man, resting a hand on Anthony’s chest. “Clam down,” he said, resisting his own need to deck the man out. “We won’t hurt you,” he added gently.

The purple haired man looked at him, chest heaving as he nodded. At this assurance, Jason went back to Alex’s lap, gracefully sitting down once more. The black haired teen wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist again, lovingly kissing his neck. Or at least in a manner Jason thought was loving. The blond was amazed by how quiet Alex was, he seemed very talkative, despite how he only knew him for one day. Turning to look at the teen, he found his seat was in deep thought, paying oddly close attention to Anthony. Smiling, he kissed Alex softly, raising his arms above his head, and wrapping them around the brunet’s neck. Thank god he remembered to use deodorant that morning. Jason then turned back to Anthony, trying not to laugh when Alex finally spoke up. “Who’s Joey?” He asked, his question muffled by the fact that his face was buried in Jason’s neck.

“A man we used to know and Jason’s father. You probably don’t remember him because you were four when you last saw him.” Chris hissed, fists clenching, looking as if he was about to cry.

“Just let Anthony speak you guys,” Jason muttered, rolling his eyes.

Anthony sighed, throwing his pack of cigarettes at Chris, “hold onto them for me, or I might go for one.” He said when Chris looked at them questioningly. It was then he began:

“Brent and Chris probably remember Christina, Alex’s mother, asking Joey the morning he was going to the usual gas station he went to that morning. The main reason was because I was going to see him off there. I was busy before hand, not having enough time to say good bye to him, or even pull a farewell gift together. I know regret not pulling some time together, although you guys might doubt me.

“You see, in the down town area, there is this one gas station, that Joey like to go to because it was cheaper than the rest. Not many knew of it, and others thought the gas there was crap, so it only had a few loyal customers, Joey being one of them. Sad thing is, downtown is the bad side of town, where my group usually looks for some new victims, Joey being the new target at the time, ever since he drove up at the station, and they got a good look at him. Thing is, I didn’t know.

“I just walked up to him, and did my greetings, giving Jason the usual affection I did whenever I saw the little tyke. I played with him while Joey tried to sort himself out, and panicked a bit when he asked me what my job was. You see, no one knew my ‘profession’ at the time. Only Chris I believe.

“Thing is, one of my bosses lackeys just happened to come up, and blab a bit. At the time I was just everyone’s bitch, letting them fuck me for just a little bit more of the durgs they had me on. Although I was also being trained to become one of the dealers as well, and it was this that the lackey told Joey. At gun point as well, the bastard.

“He asked me if it was true, and I had to tell him it was. Despite how much I wanted to lie. And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, my boss found me. Fredric Georgeson, still my boss, even today. Although if Joey were here, he’d probably say the worst part was having the lackey molest him. It was then, they led us to a van, setting us inside, and locking the door.

“I told him I was sorry and everything and that I had thought they’d left. Amazingly, he believed me. He gave me the key to the storage house, and told me a few things. He said if he didn’t make it, take Jason to his mother. Then take everything in the car, and put it in the storage house. Sell the car, and put the money, including all the money he had, and the money in the car into Jason’s trust fund. Thing is, he also told me not to tell you guys. He knew that you’d try to hurt me.”

“I doubt he said that, you liar!” Brent hissed, preparing to stand up.

“True or not, we have to trust him. The only other person that could have heard it would be me, and it’s foggy for me.” Jason pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sadly, it actually does sound like something he’d say. Joey always thought about Jason before himself. As well as his friends, or those he thought of as friends.” Chris looked pointedly as Anthony, “I believe he probably actually said it.”

At that, Brent calmed down, and Anthony sighed, holding his head in his hands, preparing to continue. “Luckily for us, there were windows in the van, so we looked at all the Hallowe’en decorations we passed. Due to the abduction, Jason was nervous, so Joey consoled him for most of the trip. Although I was mainly focused on the fact that in the panic, Joey’s accent was showing.” Anthony blushed.

“With my group, you noticed two things: they fucked whatever they abducted, and two, they killed it when they were bored. That was what was liable to happen to both Joey, and probably even Jason. I knew this mainly because I grew up in the circle. They’d murdered my parents during one of their raids. I was five-ish when it happened, and being an only child, I was alone. They took me in.

“Using me as their little slut, and having experienced this, I knew it would happen to Jason.

“Once arriving, they took Jason away, and Fred took pulled Joey out. If you ever meet him, you’ll know how it was possible for a man Joey’s size to be thrown over Fred’s shoulder. Being the good little whore I was, I followed with out a word, just wanting to get Jason out of there.

“Despite the terror, I couldn’t help make jokes at Joey as Fred carried him off to be with the guys. I was handed Jason, and told to head up to his room. I gave Jason a cookie, and the rest, I don’t want to talk about. But by the end of the day, I ran from the room, carrying Jason, and headed to the room Joey was in. He made me promise to take Jason to his mother, and give the boy what he deserved when he could trust me. What was worse was he begged me to kill him. When you’ve been their fuck toy, you’ll understand why.

“Let’s just say, his condition wasn’t that good. He had three bullets wounds, and open sores all over. By the first day, most are begging because they don’t want to suffer. Thing is, I looked they other way when I shot, and ran, only hearing screaming as I ran. I didn’t know who it was from, and didn’t care. I’m sure he’s dead though. I’ve never been allowed in that area ever since then though.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” Jason whispered, playing with the end of the bandages on his left arm as he smiled sadly at the man.

“Hand them over,” Anthony growled at Chris, giving Jason a sideways glance. “I’m going to need my cigarettes for the next story.”

“Don’t worry, it can wait.” Alex looked as if he was about to puke.

“Later today or later in general?”

“In general.”

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