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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
"You god damn fucker!" hissed Roberto, struggling to keep his breathing under control.
Sitting across of him was Gary, his eyes narrowed as he studied his partner in front of him.
After the initial heart attack and struggle that insued, Roberto had almost flown off the couch when his "assailant" let go. Fear turned to fury as he realized that it was just Gary.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I want to know what the fuck is going on," responded Gary, hands behind his head, sitting in a completely relaxed position.
Roberto, in the meantime, was huddled deep into the seat across from him, hand clutching his chest while the free arm wrapped around his knees, all huddled up into a protective ball. His face was still flushed from humiliation, having been caught completely off guard by Gary. To think if it had been one of the guys they were looking for.
"Well?"
"I don't understand what you want to know," Roberto replied, defiantly. "Come to think of it, why am I putting up with this shit? I don't need to answer to you! You're nothing but some guy I just work with."
"Your partner, to be exact. Why? Because whatever you're up to is probably gonna come back around and bite us in our asses."
"I'm up to nothing. You already know that. I've just been hanging around that Brody guy, that's all. Nothing else. I come when you guys call and do what you guys need to me to do. After that, I'm pretty much useless so I go and find something to do."
"Well, this is the first time I've seen you actually seek a person out as a hobby."
"Do I detect jealousy?"
"I know that would make your heart all a flutter, but no."
The exchange was getting more and more hostile as the two were now clutching their seats, leaning forward, and glaring at each other.
"As if," retorted Roberto.
"You're avoiding the real subject."
"And do tell, what subject are you referring to?"
"The gargoyle kidnaping."
There was an uncomfortable stretch of silence.
Gary had leaned back, eyes narrowed, hands resting clasped against his stomach...waiting.
Roberto was still leaning forward, only his grip on the chair was lax, his eyes and mouth were open.
Oh shit, was all he could think.
"Uh..."
"I was on that road. I was in a taxi. I passed by what looked like an attempted mugging... a victim that looked a lot like my partner. I went back, and you were gone, and people were reporting that a hispanic male had been kidnaped by gargoyles. Gee, coincidence?"
"Oh, that... haha... I heard about that. I heard that person was turned into a hospital."
"I checked. Only one black male had been turned in anonymously. But funny that. Earlier today, when you cracked your skull against the floor, I overheard the paramedics comment on a recent injury they noticed. Scabbing to the back of your head. When did that happen? Were you ever gonna tell us that you got injured?"
Roberto's mouth snapped closed.
"I also saw the whole news commentary. I recognized the name of the reporter. I believe you know her, too. One of Mr. Jay's connections. I take it if I ask him, he might know something?"
"You're crazy. I don't know what you think I can tell you, but..."
"What about Kane?"
"What about Kane?"
"Nervous? I couldn't help but notice how you flinched when you heard he was dead."
"Are you implying that I had something to do with that?!"
Gary began pulling out his cell phone.
"What are you doing?" Roberto stood up, hands clenched.
"Calling Mr. Jay. I think I'll start with him."
"No you don't!" Roberto lunged at Gary, hands extended to grab the phone away from him.
Gary's eyes widened, startled at Roberto's sudden attack. He raised his arm, pulling the phone away, and ended up with the latin man on his lap, grabbing for the phone. "What the...?!"
"Give me that!"
Roberto moved upward, his knee jabbing Gary in the stomach. The sudden shift in weight tipped the chair over, taking its occupants with it.
"Ow!" Roberto ended up on the bottom, head hitting the (fortunately) carpeted floor. Gary, not wanting to be attacked again, just straddled the man, and pinned his hands above his head. "Get off!" shouted Roberto.
Gary adjusted his grip so that he only needed one hand to hold Roberto down. He smirked as his free hand trailed to Roberto's side, causing the other man to stiffen. "Now are you gonna tell me or are we gonna have to get physical?"
"You're just b-being paranoid."
Gary shrugged. "Fine, be that way." His hand lifted Roberto's shirt.
"What are you doing?!"
Gary poked his side.
Roberto gasped and squirmed. "Nononononononono..."
Gary's fingers began to poke at Roberto's side, causing the man to laugh and plead for him to stop. "Not until you tell me what's going on."
"Si! Si! Stop!!"
Gary stopped and let go, giving Roberto time to catch his breath.
Roberto lay there for a moment, panting, before he lashed out and pushed Gary off of him. "Jesus Christ, I feel violated."
"You?! I'm the one that got jumped on to begin with!"
Roberto stood up and brushed himself off, ignoring him.
"Well?"
Roberto sighed. "I sort've been doing a bit extra on my own. And... I have also been meeting someone that... isn't quite human."
"This is gonna take a while... isn't it?"
Roberto nodded.
Gary sighed. "Okay then. Guess we better fix the furniture and sit down."
X
Brooklyn sat at the balcony's edge, listening to everything Roberto was telling Gary. He could feel himself getting sick to his stomach. Was this what Roberto had to go through constantly? Felt like he needed to go through things like this, parading himself in front of lecherous fools, feigning attraction, all for the sake of gathering information?
He didn't know who this Kane guy was, but the way Roberto spoke of him was full of disgust.
Why did he feel the need to do this for his friends?
He listened as Gary chewed him out, scolding him for risking his life without letting the others know.
Roberto made some flippant comment on how he didn't realize that Gary loved him so much.
Gary responded even louder and negatively.
Then everything became quiet as Gary asked about the other thing.
"I've seen them."
"What?"
"Gargoyles."
"What?!"
The reaction didn't sound very promising.
"I didn't want to tell you guys because I knew you wouldn't understand!"
"You know better than to mess with supernatural creatures!"
"They're not exactly supernatural. I mean, yes, they can perform a bit of magic, but only with magical charged items! Like us! But they're not some enchanted creatures that, well, they were enchanted but that's a different story, but still... they were born and grew up and became who they were because of others like them! They aren't owned by some creator or anything! They're very intelligent beings. A little carried away and ruled by instinct sometimes, but intelligent nonetheless. But I know most of you won't understand. If anything... I was going to introduce Jack... and maybe you, to them. I know Mike will never accept them, Christina will blab, Jimmy will be untrusting of them, and Stacey... well, she's impossible to predict if she'll be level headed on this or react like Mike."
Brooklyn remained still during the whole exchange. He could hear the worry and anxiety in Roberto's voice, and it took every once of will power not to go in and hold the man to calm him down.
He could hear Gary sigh. "I don't know how to react to the news. How can you be so sure they're safe?"
"I trust him."
"Him?"
"Brooklyn. He's the second in command to the group. The only one I really hang around with."
"Brooklyn? What kind of name is... wait a minute... That day... You said something about Brooklyn. You weren't talking about the city, you were talking about him! Oh my god! You have the hots for a gargoyle?! You really are a sick bastard!"
"Will you shut the fuck up? He usually pops in after the sun has gone down, what if he fucking overheard that?"
Brooklyn leapt up onto the roof and ducked out of sight just as Roberto slid the balcony door open and stepped outside. He could hear slight shuffling and then he heard the man go back in.
"And, no, I don't have the hots for him, okay?"
Brooklyn felt deflated.
"Oh, you are such a bad fucking liar."
Roberto growled.
"You know nothing will come of this."
"Don't you think I know that? He's a gargoyle. I'm human. We're both males. He... he talked about Angela... and Maggie."
There was a slight pause. Brooklyn could only imagine the confused look that must have passed by Gary's face.
"Female gargoyles that turned him down because of the way he looks."
"He's hideous?" Gary asked, incredulously.
"No! At least, at least not to me he isn't. But they weren't attracted to him. And it made him lonely."
"Oh, oh, this is even better," came an exasperated voice. "You pity him? Betcha that will make him feel real great."
"No! It's not pity. But..."
"Wait, wait, wait... what about this Brody fellow?"
"I don't know! The more I think about it, and the more I hang around him, I realize he's like Brooklyn and... and... I don't know!"
"Oh shit, you're transferring or projecting or whatever that psychological bullshit is called! Question is, which one are you doing it to?!"
"You're making my head hurt."
"Aw, man, you have got to stop. Someone's gonna end up hurt and I'm bettin' it's gonna be you."
"Don't you think I've thought of that?"
Brooklyn couldn't take it anymore. The pain in that voice reached deep into his heart, and at the same time, it scared him. Was Roberto regretting having friendship with him, in either form? He leapt into the air and circled the building in a wide arch. Taking a deep breath, Brooklyn coasted downward for a landing. He spotted Roberto standing on the balcony, looking into the sky, searching for him.
He waved, knowing that the distance would hide his uneasy expression. Roberto spotted him and waved in return, stepping back and holding the curtain aside.
"Hey, beautiful evening, isn't it?" Brooklyn asked, as he landed in front of Roberto.
"Yeah. Um, it is."
"Something wrong?"
Roberto glanced back into the hotel. "I've got someone here with me."
"You need me to leave?" Brooklyn made as if to go away, lowering his voice.
"No!" Roberto let out in a whisper, his hand reaching out and grasping Brooklyn's arm. "I... I want to introduce you to him. He's my partner. Gary Graham."
"Isn't he the jerk?"
"Oh, that's really nice. Is that how you've spoken to him about me?"
Gary stepped out from inside, hands clenched in fists, resting against his hips. He had an annoyed expression on his face, despite the momentary look of surprise at the sight of the red gargoyle.
"Oh, uh, sorry," Brooklyn stammered, not really sorry at all. He wasn't sure he understood the whole conversation, but everything that Gary was saying had been upsetting Roberto. It was the only way he could "innocently" retaliate.
Roberto looked slightly embarrassed. "No, not really. Um, Gary, meet Brooklyn. He's the one that saved me that night from the rooftop."
X
It was uncomfortable at first, being carried above the buildings. But Gary pushed those thoughts away from his mind. He still couldn't believe he agreed to a short sight seeing tour from the eyes of a gargoyle.
He had remained wary and cautious during the initial introduction, finding out small things about the red beast. He had to admit, he was extremely surprised at the intelligence it showed. It really did seem more human than monster, unlike some of the previous gargoyles they had encountered in their past cases. The flesh holding him was warm and leathery, very much alive. This Brooklyn seemed very considerate and curious about him, and, since he was a 'friend' of Roberto, offered him a quick flight around the city.
Gary agreed.
Only because he knew it would give him a chance to talk to the beast about Roberto.
"You do this each night with Roberto?"
"Yeah. He likes it, although it does get cold for him if it goes on too long."
"What do you guys talk about?"
"Stuff in general, sometimes about each other."
"What kind of things has he said about himself?"
Brooklyn didn't answer. "Not much," the gargoyle replied, glancing down at him. His expression was one of honest bewilderment.
Gary couldn't help but grimace. Maybe the creature wasn't intelligent enough. There was no way he could have gone being friends with Roberto without realizing he didn't know much about him. At least the stuff that matter. Then again, who was he to talk. It was a long time since he found out all the horrible details of Roberto's youth. Maybe he was being too judgmental on the creature. After all, Roberto was a man of secrets. The less exposed, the less stuff that could be used against him. Even if he did speak fondly of this beast, it would be Roberto to keep many things secret.
"He mostly mentioned working with you guys. And how well you are getting along with Elisa and Matt."
"You know them?!"
"Oops... uh, yeah. Elisa was one of the first humans that met us. Matt was introduced to us by her later on after they became partners. They're the only link we have to what's going on in Manhattan."
"Well, it's nice to know that they've been keeping secrets. Some of their reactions make sense now. So how exactly did you save or meet Roberto?"
"Uh, well, I first saw him on that rooftop he was attacked. I saw him get shot at, and dove down to rescue him as he fell. Lexington, one of my rookery brothers, went after the other guy, but lost him. He, uh, passed out shortly after I caught him. Then I went to visit him at the hospital. He... he noticed me at the window and invited me in."
"You need to be invited into places?"
Brooklyn chuckled. "You mean like vampires? No. But I mean, come on. It's pure courtesy. You don't walk into someone's humble abode without permission. This day and age, you could get arrested."
Gary couldn't help but smile wryly. Seemed the beast proved him wrong again on his intelligence. He also had his own brand of etiquette. Then the smile faded.
X
Roberto paced around the suite's living room, feeling all jittery. At the same time, he felt a bit of melancholy at allowing Gary go off with Brooklyn. He chided himself. He was acting like a little kid forced to share his favorite toy.
Roberto let out a suffering sigh and dropped himself onto his couch. He couldn't help but wonder what they would talk about it.
Then Roberto's heart stopped.
That bastard wasn't above saying incriminating things to ruin a friendship. What if he revealed some things that he didn't want Brooklyn to know?
Roberto leapt back up and began pacing, nervously chewing on his thumb's fingernail. He should have objected to the flight. Said something like Gary was to busy to go out and chase them both away. "Soy un idiota!" he exclaimed. He went back to the balcony for the twentieth time, checking to see if the two were back yet. The ten minutes that passed seemed like forever!
Oh, please, he thought to himself. Please don't let Gary say anything that will ruin this friendship.
X
"You know, I'm really glad that I got a chance to meet one of Roberto's friends. He really does talk a lot about you guys."
"I'm sure."
"Roberto got to meet the rest of my clan. I hope I can introduce you, too. But... well, Goliath, my leader, wasn't too happy with Roberto."
"Why's that?" Gary asked, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"I don't know. Maybe because it made him no longer special in having his own human friends. He didn't show that much resistance to Robinson. He's a blind man that Hudson befriended."
"Have you always lived in New York?"
"No. We were placed under a curse back in Scotland. A little over a thousand years. When we came to here, we didn't have names. So we sort of named ourselves after the places we enjoyed. Except for Goliath. He always had a name. And Angela was given a name back on Avalon, the place were she came from."
"Ah."
"I really hope we get to meet the rest of your group, too. That would be nice."
Gary winced. No, it wouldn't. Mike would probably shoot at them at sight.
"I'm sure it would," he lied. Then he paused, gathering up the courage to ask what he really wanted to know. "So what, exactly, is your interest in Roberto?"
Gary glanced up and saw the momentary flash of alarm in Brooklyn's face.
"What do you mean?"
"Your intentions with this friendship."
"N-nothing. It... I mean, it's the only way I can pay him back for not being afraid of me... of us. People scream and run away from us. He reached out to me."
Gary glanced back down, frowning. It seemed that there was a lot more to what Brooklyn was saying, but he didn't want to point that out and trap the beast. Especially when he was hanging hundreds of feet above the ground. He could feel a tight knot growing in his stomach. Something was going on between Roberto and Brooklyn, and with Brody in the mix... yeah, there was going to be some trouble. God... please don't let anything come of this. I beg you.
"I guess all I can say is that I hope you take care of him."
"Believe me... that's what I plan to do."
X
Why do I always get stuck participating in autopsies? thought Christina, as she watched the examiner poking and prodding at the hole in Kane's head. She could feel every drop of blood leaving her face. Especially with Kane's glassy eyes looking at her.
You old fart. At least Roberto doesn't have to deal with you anymore.
Christina looked over at the examiner. Why was it that all the people she had met performing autopsies were loony? Then again, with a job like this one, it did make sense to have some sort of humor. She briefly wondered if he ever had any friends.
"Not impossible, but improbable. The angle is a little awkward to be self induced, but that doesn't mean it couldn't happen. However, it does require a steady hand and the alcohol level was too high for anyone to be steady enough to off themselves that way." The examiner went on along the same lines, demonstrating how one would have to hold the gun to get the angle of projectory. Christina made faces as Mike lowered himself to peer into the hole in Kane's skull.
"Well, at least his head isn't so full of hot air anymore," he mumbled.
"And he now has more mass in his brain," added to examiner.
Both men chuckled at Kane's expense as Christina tried not to look at the dried out bits of brain matter that had leaked from the exit wound.
To her relief, Jimmy walked in with a folder. "According to a tip, there was a car seen leaving the museum prior to the murder on the roof top."
"What's that got to do with wrinkly here?"
"It was his car and he had a passenger."
"No shit, really?"
"No description of that person, but he would be that last person to have seen Kane alive."
"He?"
"It's assumed male. That's the only kind Kane seems fond of hanging out with."
"Dammit. If only we had Roberto on him."
"Mike!" Christina blurted out. "That's horrible. Robbie-poo doesn't deserve to be manhandled by shrinky dicky there."
"Shrinky dicky?"
"Well, he's all shriveled up!"
"And how would you know..." Mike lifted the bottom portion of the drape covering Kane. "Holy fucker, you're right! No wonder he showered his prey with gifts. To make up for what he didn't have!"
Christina kept a straight face. "Hey, I had to see if he had something worth trying to stick Roberto with."
"You two are so going to hell," Jimmy muttered, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Sorry, man," quipped Mike.
Christina winced. She had momentarily forgotten that Jimmy was present. Being a middle age black male, Jimmy had encountered a lot of bigotry in his youth. Jokes like the ones Mike and her were sharing did not amuse him at all. It was just so hard not to when they were together. And in a way, she did feel a bit guilty when she poked fun of Roberto when he wasn't present to defend himself. But at the same time, it was so funny!
"Well then," added Mike, brushing his hands off. "While you wrap this up, we'll go out to eat. I'm suddenly in the mood for some greasy medium cooked hamburgers. Want anything?"
The examiner, who they never bothered to learn his name, pursed his lips. "Pasta would be good. Extra marinara sauce."
"Gotcha."
Christina felt herself going green again.
X
It was that man again. The stranger in his dreams. The one that captivated him last time, and was now doing the same thing again.
"Come to me," he whispered, pulling him lovingly into his arms. "Come to me and experience pleasure like never before."
A soft kiss became demanding, as gentle hands explored his skin, making it feel like it were on fire.
Clothes fell away, exposing skin to cool air and warm flesh.
He gasped and moaned at each kiss, each caress, but he tried to resist. It just wasn't right. Not when he felt strongly for...
Fingers probed at his entrance, gaining entrance, stretching him.
"W-wait.." he murmured, trying to regain his thoughts.
"Ah, more," he moaned, as the stranger kept thrusting his fingers into his body, causing him to shiver in pleasure. "I need... I need..."
"What do you need me to do?" A small triumphant grin. Fingers absent, having moved to spread his legs apart. The blunt tip of the stranger's cock, pressed against his entrance.
"Please... "
The stranger's cock slowly began to insert into him.
Roberto woke with a start, shaking. Why was he dreaming of this mystery man every now and then? And why were they getting more vivid and realistic each time? He was always so willing in the dreams, but deep inside, there was always a sense of fear.
Shaking his head, Roberto decided that it was a good enough time to get out of bed. It didn't matter that he had only gotten a few hours of sleep, with dreams, or nightmares, or whatever the hell they were, like those, they didn't let him go back to sleep.
He made his way into the bathroom and cleaned himself up a bit, throwing on a pair of jeans and a plain colored long sleeve shirt. He felt like slumming it today and this was about as laid back as he ever got outside of his normal sleep shirt and pants.
He finally made his way to the kitchen and began to prepare himself a simple breakfast. Glancing outside, he realized that the sun was just resting on top of the buildings. He smiled softly. He had been a nervous wreck when Gary returned with Brooklyn several hours ago. But judging by the subdued behavior, the flight couldn't have been that bad.
Gary just nodded at Brooklyn, and said his thanks. Brooklyn gave Roberto a small smile and apologized for not being able to hang out with him that night. He had his patrol to do. When Brooklyn left, Gary had turned towards him. Roberto braced himself for another lecture. To his surprise, Gary just had a resigned look on his face.
"I don't know what to think yet... but the others won't know from me."
Then he left.
Roberto sighed. Sometimes, he just couldn't figure out the man. Having nothing to do at the moment, Roberto figured it was a good time to try and read a magazine he had picked up before this whole mess had started.
X
Brooklyn shifted nervously as he stood in front of the door that led to Roberto's suite. On his way up, he had realized that these last visits proved a surprise to Roberto. Meaning, they did not call to warn him each time he came. It made his nervous because he wondered about the security of this hotel. It seemed like something they would take seriously, the privacy and well being of a person. So why was he just waved through each time?
It was something he wanted to ask Roberto. What if someone came up that meant harm? Would he also be waved through? The thought chilled him.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A few moments later, the door opened, and Roberto stood there with a pleased smile on his face. "I wasn't expecting you so early," he said.
"You were expecting me?"
Roberto's cheeks had a pink tint to them. "Well, I was kind of hoping you'd come by. Come in."
Brooklyn couldn't help but smile as he stepped into the suite. The sun was filtering in through the drapes at the sliding doors, and he relished the warmth that came from the light.
Roberto chuckled. "You remind me of a cat basking in sunlight."
Brooklyn gave him a sheepish grin. "I usually don't get to enjoy the sunlight like this," he said, turning to face Roberto. "I know it sounds weird, but I've missed hanging out with you."
"It does feel like a long time" admitted Roberto, making his way to the balcony. "I've been busy, but things are okay. My work appears to have slowed down a bit, so I should have a bit more free time."
There was a sudden pained expression on Roberto's face, which Brooklyn didn't understand. And it worried him.
"I mean...uh..." Roberto let out a nervous laugh, his cheeks pink as he glanced away, scratching the back of his head before wincing.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just bumped my head."
Brooklyn reach out for Roberto's face.
"You suddenly don't seem okay," he said. With a slight shaky hand, he caressed Roberto's face, moving his head so that they were facing each other again.
Roberto's eyes had that uncertain look in them again.
With his heart pounding, Brooklyn did the only thing he could think of. He leaned forward and gently kissed Roberto on the lips.
X
Roberto had been thrilled to find Brody at the door. He had invited him in and everything. He had just been saying how much he had missed him when he remembered the conversation he had with Gary late last night. He couldn't help but wince. It was unfair. He really liked Brody, but was what Gary saying true? Was he only projecting his affections of Brooklyn to Brody? And then what? The case would be solved, hopefully with no more casualties, and then? He would have to leave. Go and be assigned to a new case. Leave Brody alone after stringing along this friendship. Leading him on really, which was never his intention.
With unease, he tried to think of a way to take back his words, only to scratch the cut to the back of his head.
That hurt like hell.
And then Brody had approached him, touched him, and kissed him. And all his thoughts went out the window.
He really didn't want to lead on the guy, but his senses seemed to crave the innocent and honest touches of Brody. He just became still as Brody kissed him, closing his eyes and letting himself relax, hands going up to grasp Brody's arms that were circling his waist.
The kiss seemed to last forever, and Roberto felt himself swaying. He was dizzy from the lack of air, or the surge of sensations, he couldn't tell. It was as if the world didn't exits outside their little circle. Until Brody leaned into him, and Roberto, not paying much attention, lost his balance.
Both men toppled over, stared at each other in surprise, and then laughed. Brody grabbed him around the waist and rolled over so that Roberto rested fully on top of him. Roberto let out a small cry of surprise, then chuckled. He pushed himself upward so that he ended up straddling Brody. Brody's hands rested on his hips, and he felt himself go rigid. He stared down into Brody's face, feeling his cheeks burn. Brody smiled at him and he felt himself blush even harder. He could feel his body responded and he could also feel evidence of Brody's lower part of his anatomy doing the same. And with Brody's hands at his hips there was no real way to move slightly away from him.
Of course the other reason he was blushing was because he always felt embarrassed and hated this position when involved in sex. So far there were really no fond memories of this position. After all, this had been Callahan's favorite. A despicable man who was suppose to uphold the law. Roberto suddenly pushed himself off of Brody and ran to the bathroom, trembling.
"Roberto?"
Roberto winced as he heard the confusion and hurt in Brody's voice.
"Not feeling well!" he shouted, slamming the bathroom door shut. He grasped the sink, shaking badly. Why did he have to think of him of all times? Callahan was one of the few people that made him sick to his stomach. A wonderful example of how his power can create a dangerous obsession within people.
"Was it something I did?"
"N-no... give me a moment." Roberto turned on the sink and ran his hands underneath the water. He splashed some of the cool liquid onto his face, waiting for his shakes to subside. A couple moments later, he opened to door to reveal a frantic looking Brody.
"I'm okay," he assured him.
"Do you want me to leave?"
Roberto paused. Did he? It would make things easier. Maybe he should just pull away now. But looking at Brody's face, and seeing the growing dejection there at his hesitation, Roberto pushed the thought out of his mind. He couldn't be that cruel to him.
"No," he said softly, with a small smile on his face. "I'm fine, really. Why don't we head out today?"
Brody smiled. "Sure."
X
Stacey made a face as she watched Mike bite down into his greasy hamburger. Fortunately, Gary showed up, distracting her from Mike's horrid eating habits.
"You're getting to be just as bad as Roberto," Mike commented. "Don't tell me you guys actually hung out last night?"
"No!" Gary bit back sharply.
"Sheesh, bite my head off why don't you? If I didn't know better, I'd say that maybe you were trying to hide the fact that you did more than just hang out with Roberto."
Gary dropped himself into a chair, glaring at the older man.
Mike gave him his classic shit-eating-grin. "I'm just fuckin' with you, boy. Figuratively, of course."
"Good afternoon," greeted Bluestone, with Maza trailing behind him.
"Yo," greeted Mike.
"We've finally set up a meeting with the officer that was in charge of the initial interviews. I'm sure at least one of you would like to join us," said Maza.
"Excellent. Stacey will go."
Stacey raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you never fail to mention how my intellect and tact are not meant for interviews."
"You are just a lazy asshole who'd rather fight with the interviewees."
"Wanting to fight doesn't seem like something lazy."
"Idiota," Stacey muttered.
X
Mr. Fable glared at his supposed helpers. "You guys are completely useless idiots," he commented.
"Well, it's not like I see him coming after you. Maybe this hocus pocus shit is bogus," growled Sam, cleaning out his own handgun.
Mr. Fable growled, losing his composure. "Do not mock me, fool. I can make you disappear into whatever hell hole I wish."
Sam glowered at him.
Karl shook his head, keeping to himself. He was more concerned with the interview he was going to have with Detectives Maza, Bluestone, and who knew which one of the visiting ones. Meanwhile, their ever so silent partner... what the hell was his name again? Something plain.... Bob? Bill? Whatever... He remained silent sitting in the corner, sharpening his knives.
Karl never understood why Fable kept him around, seeing as he never did much. Fable did the scheming, Sam did all the footwork, and he did all the decoy stuff in the legal side. As for Mr. Billy Bob of Hick Town sitting in the corner, he did absolutely nothing to Karl's knowledge. He rarely participated in the conversations. Bodyguard maybe? The most he's ever seen him do is hand the weapons used in the killings to the vessels.
Mr. Fable turned and looked at him. No, not at him. At Mr. Cowboy.
"Mr. Smith," he said.
How appropriate. A plain last name to go along with whatever forgettable first name he had.
"Yes, sir?" asked the man in a southern twang. He raised his blue eyes to look out from underneath the cowboy hat he wore.
"I may be in need of your expertise after all. These two have done little to serve my purpose."
Mr. Smith tilted his hat. "Why, it'll be mah pleasure, F. Ah'll bring ya yer man in a nice neat bundle, Ah will."
"Minimum damage, please."
"Ah'll take care not to 'urt a single purty little 'air on 'is 'ead."
Karl shivered at the malevolent gleam in Smith's eyes. He suddenly realized he didn't want to know the true purpose of Mr. Smith's involvement.
He got up to leave.
"Karl."
The warning tone in Fable's voice made him stop mid motion.
"I know, Mr. Fable," he said. "They will get nothing of value from me."
"Make sure that you keep your word. I'm sure you wouldn't want to learn about Mr. Smith's expertise first hand."
Karl shivered again, but he turned and smiled at Mr. Fable. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's very fascinating. But I assure you, it will not be needed. If anything, I might be able to draw out information."
He turned back again and made his way to the door. Before he exited, he heard Mr. Fable telling Sam that he was going to have to help Mr. Smith in whatever needed to be done. For once, he was glad that he got to work in the guise of an outstanding police officer. Maybe today he'd get to arrest someone to keep up his image.
X
Elisa couldn't help but smirk at Gary's dilemma. After Stacey's and Mike's minor bickering, they turned their attention back to the black haired man and teased him relentlessly about his "supposed" unrequited lust/love for his partner. She wondered how many more shades of red he could turn before they were through.
Watching the interaction, she couldn't help but wonder how the gargoyles were doing. She had gotten to see Goliath a couple times since the detectives came, including the time when Brooklyn introduced Roberto. But she has had little chance to interact with them all, and she was missing that. She could pick out a few traits in each of her human colleagues that reminded her of the gargoyles. But the traits were so minuscule that there was no way she could confuse them... ever. Except for Mike's voracious appetite. He and Broadway were an almost even match with each other.
She tuned the three out as she thought more of her gargoyle friends. Goliath was not pleased with Brooklyn's nightly disappearance. She thought it was nice that Brooklyn had found a new friend. And he was obviously trustworthy if his friends didn't know about them. It also meant he was extremely cautious about who he shared information with.
Also, things were kind of strange with Owen. The couple of instances she was there before sunset, Owen delayed her arrival to the top tower. And when the sun was about ready to rise, he hurried her off. He had never done that before.
She was brought back to reality by some sharp words that Gary said, and as she shook her head in amusement, something caught her attention from the corner of her eye.
Across the street she could see Roberto leading some pale blonde man into a sports bar that was well known for its mixed clientele. During the nights it was outrageous, taking on the look and feel of a dance club, and during the days, a lot more subtle but rowdy just the same from all those seeking to see whatever big game was on tv. She ignored the volley ball of insults as she focused on the bar.
Suspicion began to arise. The more she thought about it, the more she realized... the guy looked a lot like how Puck had transformed Brooklyn into a human. It was the same light colored hair, and the same facial features. Could that be the reason..?
Elisa shook her head. What could she be thinking? With something like that, surely Brooklyn, or Owen/Puck, or even Roberto would tell her. Then again, Roberto might not know because this guy Brody and him were apparently seeing each other. Brooklyn wouldn't be doing something like that, would he? No, she didn't think so. Elisa disregarded all of her thoughts and focused on the group before her.
In the short time she knew him, she trusted Roberto and knew that he wouldn't go about seducing Brooklyn like that. He didn't seem the type. And as for Brooklyn, she knew about Maggie and Angela, so she knew that he wouldn't be so foolish as to mess around with Roberto regardless if Roberto knew about him or not.
X
"Weren't those your friends?"
"I think so. But if they need me, they'll call." Roberto led Brody into the bar and took a seat in one of the booths. A moment later, a waitress appeared.
"Drinks, gentlemen?"
"Colas, and chips and salsa for an appetizer."
"Separate checks?"
"Same."
The waitress handed Roberto and Brody two menus and two sets of cutlery wrapped up neatly in a napkin. "I'll be right back with your drinks and chips."
Roberto turned to the small television that was placed into the wall of their booth. Flipping through, he paused and left it on a channel showing soccer. It amused him to no end how at 9 o'clock, this bar became more of a dance club with half naked people parading on the screens. But from 11am to 8 pm, nothing but sports.
"That looks like fun," commented Brody.
"Never got a chance to play soccer?"
"Other than the fooseball table? No."
"I was more of a spectator. But the few times I've played, it is a fun sport. Especially after it rains. Mud goes flying everywhere! And sometimes you take some interesting spills when you hit puddles while changing direction."
Brody chuckled as Roberto smiled, obviously thinking of past memories. "Mike's younger brother plays soccer, and so does Jack's brother. During a scrimmage game, Mike's brother tried to shift to the right and stepped in a particularly wet and muddy patch. Went flying and landed with a big splash in a puddle that no one really noticed because it looked like mud."
The waitress returned. "Here you go," she said cheerfully, placing the sodas and the basket of chips in the center of t he table. "Are you ready for your order or do yo need some more time?"
Roberto and Brody ordered their meals and as the waitress left, Roberto excused himself.
Entering the men's room, he sighed. He still felt a bit guilty about Brody, but he did feel better than before. At least at the moment he was just hanging out as a friend. This wasn't a date of anything, and so far he was able to keep Brody as a distance. By leading Brody, he didn't have to stand too close to him. It didn't feel like that much of a date.
Finishing up, he took a little bit of extra time washing up his hands. He looked into the mirror and felt his good mood slip away. Who was he, really? What was he? Shaking his head and putting back a smile, he turned towards the door... and barely avoided collision with someone's chest.
"Oh, sorry," he said, stepping back and looking up.
And froze.
Grey eyes looked back down at him, momentarily filled with surprise.
"Oh, hello," the stranger said, giving him a small smile, and glancing at his appreciatively.
It was the stranger from his dreams again... but instead of filling that spark of lust that always plagues him... he broke out in cold sweat. He trembled in fear as he backed up
"Um, excuse me," he said, darting around the man and exiting the bathroom.
He felt himself still trembling as he sat down in the booth with Brody.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Uh, no, nothing," Roberto responded. He smiled again as the waitress reappeared with the food platters.
Roberto felt himself tense briefly as the grey eyed stranger ended up seated near them. But he pushed the man out of his thoughts and forced himself to relax.
X
Mr. Fable frowned. He had to admit he was caught off guard when he ran into the latin man they had marked as their target. He was, however, more surprised to see that his little lust spell hadn't taken effect. Instead of being flustered with unexplainable lust, the man had acted absolutely terrified.
And he was blatantly ignoring him, focusing on the young man he was with.
This could be the problem. If the latin man already had his heart taken, the spell would be harder to complete. But with all the pieces put together, the spell itself should have been impossible to resist.
Unless there was still one piece missing after all.
The idea did not sit well with Mr. Fable. He finished his drink as he stared out the window, thinking fast. He really didn't want to use Mr. Smith's expertise, but now it seemed that he would have no choice. Mr. Quintanar was essential to the spell and with the full moon fast approaching, he needed to capture him immediately or stay about in hiding until the next full moon.
Tonight. It had to be tonight. And if necessary, kill the meddlesome brat that was currently holding Mr. Quintanar's interest.
X
Doctor Octavion sat down in front of the group. "There is actually one piece that has not been mentioned," he said. "But it doesn't require a blood sacrifice, and it currently is in a safe place in one of our offices."
"I hope it's your California based office," growled Mike.
"Uh..." the doctor faltered.
Everyone looked at him.
"We're in the middle of organizing a secured transport of it to the California base."
"So where is it now?"
"In our Manhattan office."
"What?!?!"
"They can't possible know about it if they don't have the proper resources. Hell, I bloody didn't know about it till just two hours ago."
"So what does this piece do?" asked Elisa.
"Seduces the seducer. One the Seducer has been seduced, she will also be subdued and easily transferred to a new vessel. But that process also drains life's essence from the current vessel."
"Holy fuck, you mean if they get their hands on Roberto, he'll be dead?"
"What exactly is going on here?" asked Elisa. "We've been working with you for some time now but all we get are half truths and it's really starting to annoy me."
"Haven't we proven that we're trustworthy?"
Gary made a face as the two home detectives were stared at. It wasn't that they meant to, but outsiders were outsiders until blood had been spilt to protect one another. A horrible initiation but that seemed to be the only way their friendships were cemented.
"It's complicated," Mike said, with an empty smile. "Bottom line is, Roberto has a knack for being the chosen one. Him or Jack."
Jack looked down at the table, having been uncomfortable since the beginning of the meeting.
"Whatever these numb nuts are planning, chances are they think they've finished collecting all the pieces, and will most likely be going after him."
"Why him?" asked Matt.
"Well, they did leave wonderful prezzies at our first hotel. A clear indication that he had been sighted and marked."
"Oh fuck," grumbled Gary. Experience had taught him long ago that Mike had reached mother hen mode. Boy, did he feel sorry for Roberto.
X
Roberto sighed in bliss as he strolled down the still crowded sidewalks of Manhattan. The sun had set and Brody had run off a couple of hours ago, but the day had been fun and pleasant. It left a lasting impression with him. He couldn't even focus on his dilemma about his growing attraction to Brody. Or Brooklyn.
He was in such a daze, that he didn't notice the person stepping out in front of him until he crashed into him.
"Oh, sorry."
"You!"
"Eh?"
Roberto blinked a couple of times as he noticed Mike and Elisa staring at him in surprise. Well, at least Elisa was. Mike was pointing at him and glaring at him.
"What are you doing walking out here all alone?!" Mike yelled, gaining the attention of everyone within hearing distance.
Roberto was flabbergasted. He could have sworn he was not a minor and even then had been living on his own since he was sixteen. He quickly became angry.
"Well, excuse me! I didn't realize I was suppose to wait for you so you can walk me around holding my hand!!"
"That's not what I meant!"
"Well how the fuck am I suppose to understand what you meant? I'm on my own because I was left alone! You didn't call me for a meeting so that means I can do whatever I want, when ever I want. I'm not going to just sit around and wait for you guys to take me out like some fuckin' dog!!"
"That's not what I meant, either!!"
"Guys, can we do this somewhere less public?" Elisa interrupted, seeing people turning to look up to two blocks away. Pretty impressive sets of lungs to be heard over the honking of horns.
Mike and Roberto just stared at her, and she got the quick impression that they weren't often interrupted in their tirades.
"Look, my car's in the parking garage just a few blocks up ahead. Why don't we just get there, I'll drive you to the hotel, and, Mike, you can hitch a ride to yours later on."
"Fine," they both growled. Mike stormed forward, then turned to Roberto. "Well?"
Roberto shrugged and said more calmly, "I'm waiting to follow Elisa. It's her car so she knows where it's parked."
Mike faltered slightly. "Of course," he replied with a cold smile.
Elisa suddenly felt very tired. How did they work together when arguments full of so much hostility could easily spawn up out of no where? "This way," she said, stepping before them. A few silent and tense minutes later, they reached the parking garage. They all paused when a loud rumble sounded from Mike's stomach.
It was as if all the anger washed away as Roberto turned to look back at him, incredulous.
Mike grinned. "Arguing makes me hungry."
"Everything makes you hungry!" Roberto responded, exasperated.
"Arguing with stubborn fools makes me hungry faster though. So I just saw a burger joint back there, so I'll just run along, pick something up, and meet you guys, uh, what level?"
"I'm on the third."
"Third level. You guys want anything?"
"No thanks."
Elisa shook her head.
"Okay." Mike took off jogging.
Elisa glanced at Roberto and saw that he had a calm and amused look on his face. "That Mike," he said. "He never changes."
"Well, that was quick," she commented, as they headed towards the stair well.
"What was?"
"Getting over your anger like that."
"Oh, ha ha. Perdón, perdón, that fight really was disgraceful. I know he gets like that when he's worried, and its best to just let him vent and at least pretend to listen to what he's saying, but... I'm not so submissive... on verbal orders." Roberto turned beet red and looked away, leaving Elisa to speculate on why he added the last bit. She felt herself blush a bit as she realized that maybe he was referring to his bed habits. Maybe he had been teased numerous times about it which would explain why he had to clarify himself, even to a stranger.
The two finally reached the third floor and stepped out into the level. "Hell," Roberto continued. "Gary could tell you that. I find it hard to keep my temper under control when people try to undermine me and tell me what to do. Mike and Gary tend to go to the extreme with that."
As they approached Elisa's car, something alerted them to danger. When living a normal life, it's hard to describe the feeling. Those having to be constantly on guard, it's like a prickle to the back of their brains. There is no obvious clue that something is off. There is no obvious sound of someone behind you. But the danger sits in the air, suddenly making it difficult to breathe.
That was what alerted the detective and the observer that something was wrong. They both turned at the same time, becoming silent, straining their senses to detect anything out of place. The smell of gas became nonexistent, as did the sounds of car horns from above and below, revving engines. The slowly turned forward and began to move to the car, slowly, trying to pick up sounds of anyone following them. They did not dare ask if the other felt the same way. Judging by each others actions, they knew that they did, and dare not compromise their safety by distracting one another.
Yet, despite being aware of the danger, they were caught unprepared when they reached Elisa's car. It happened when they had to separate. Elisa went up the driver's side, Roberto up the passenger's. Someone slammed him into the car, catching a hold of his wrist and twisting his arm up high into his back.
"Roberto!" Elisa cried out, getting ready to jump the hood of her car to aid him.
Two other men showed up out of no where and pinned her to the hood.
"Let go!" she shouted, trying to writhe out of their grasp.
Roberto tried to free himself, not liking the way the men were looking at her. "Let her go!" he shouted.
A hand snaked up underneath his chin, grasping his throat. "Careful, lil' one," purred a deadly voice. "Ah promised not to 'urt a 'air on yer 'ead, but Ah said nothin' 'bout yer body." The man's hand ghosted down the front of Roberto, pulling him back far enough to reach and cup his crotch, giving it a squeeze before shoving Roberto back into the car and slamming his fist into the glass of the car's door. Roberto froze as the glass shattered, stunned at the strength. Moves like that only happened in the movies. Reality would have dealt a set of broken bones and lots of blood. Yet, all he saw was a few scratches.
The man took opportunity of Roberto's stillness to unlock the door. He pulled Roberto away from the car once more, opened the door, then shoved Roberto inside.
"What are you doing?!" Roberto cried, as the man pinned his wrists over his head and shoved a leg between Roberto's, pinning him to the back seat. "Elisa! Elisa!" He could hear the struggle and thought he heard the sound of ripping cloth, and his fears became even stronger.... not for himself, but for the lady he had grown to admire. "No! Please, let her go!"
His pleas were interrupted as he felt a sharp prick on his neck. "'ave more concern fer yerself, boy," the man said, pushing his crotch into Roberto, letting him feel the hardness beneath the denim. He pulled back and smirked at Roberto, letting him go.
Roberto scrambled up, ready to fight the man and help Elisa, whom by the looks of it was holding the two men off long enough. His blood burned with rage at the sight of her shirt, torn low enough to expose her bra. Then his body just burned, and he let a strangled cry.
"What... what?" he struggled to ask, arms crossing in front of his waist.
"A lil' pet project of mine. Ah wanna see how long ye'll last befer askin' me to do somethin' 'bout it."
Roberto collapsed to his knees as the burning sensation grew. A scream tore from his throat as he clawed at his clothes. They burned! Everywhere the cloth brushed, the ground beneath him, his own fingers! They hurt! Pain tore through his every cell and he couldn't keep from screaming, tears that felt like acid pouring from his eyes.
"Roberto!" he could hear Elisa scream.
His screams subsided into painfilled gasps and whimpers as he continued tugging at his clothes. A hand ran down the side of his face, but it felt like bits of glass were embedded. "It's painful when yer taken by force. But feeling the way you do, I wonder how much more painful it'll be fer you."
Roberto let out another strangled scream as he was pushed to the floor and hands roughly shoved underneath his shirt, touching his bare skin. A tongue licked the side of his neck and face, scalding hot. A hand forced its way into his pants, grabbing his cock, leaving him breathless. The pain was so intense that he could feel his mind shutting down to protect him. His vision began to go black as Elisa was thrown to the floor next to him, having finally been overwhelmed. He could hear her screaming as one man pinned her arms over her head while the other began to unbuckle her belt. As his sight and hearing faded, her screams and his own became a roaring sound of wind.
Elisa... he thought. Forgive me for not being strong enough to help you...
tbc...
A/N: Oh my god... in about a months time another update. Like... wow. Sadly, chapter 11, while I have the outline ready, won't be out as quick. There are a few other fics I have to update, and looking through adultfanfiction, I see now that somehow it posted a few glitches, so now I have to go back and correct those mistakes. Ugh. So I'll be updating a few other fics before coming back to this one and finally... FINALLY... maybe... getting to what everyone's been waiting for. Then again... I could be really evil. Bwahahaha.
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