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Reeve Taylor has hit his prime. Outwardly, he’s physically fit— actually in the best shape of his life. He’s got a great career, he came up smelling of roses after the invasion, his subordinates worship the ground he walks on and his lover’s an attractive man with political clout. Life seems to be a fairytale, just perfect. What more could anyone want? The sharpshooter’s never measured success by money or an occupation, but instead by personal aspirations. Reeve wants it all—the kids, the house and the white picket fence. Driven by an insatiable need and tired of living in Slade’s shadow, he begins to demand more out of their relationship than the swordsman is capable or perhaps willing to give. Slade has walked this path before with the arguments and grief. He assumes Reeve’s midlife crisis is just a blip, but it quickly becomes apparent this time his lover has crossed the line, alcohol, deceit and possible infidelity threaten the life they share. The sharpshooter’s in trouble, his life’s spiralling out of control. But can Slade forget the past and forgive him before it’s too late?
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Devotion 2 By Blak Rayne
Dedication To my dearest and oldest friend, Ingrid, I took your challenge and I’m glad you enjoyed reading it!
Chapter Fourteen hen Reeve didn’t return home that night, Slade understandably started to worry and he began to question if he’d over reacted to the situation. Then he wondered why he was such a stubborn prick at times. While waiting in the cafeteria line-up, he noticed Laird at one of the tables off in a corner. He needed someone’s shoulder to cry on and more importantly, he needed a bit of advice. If there was anyone levelheaded, it was Laird. The black-haired man grinned, gesturing to a vacant seat with a mouthful of sushi. “Hey, Slade, how are you? I haven’t seen you around for days.” Slade wondered if he was psychic. “I’m all right, Laird. What’s new with you?” “Not much and you?” The cadet leader set his tray on the table and sat down. “Well…” The gunman could see the pain through his hunched posture and hear it in his voice. “We’ve known each other a very long time, so whatever you want to talk about, it’s between us.” He nodded trying to take a bite of his food, but as the rye bread touched his lips, he began to break down, sniffed and looked away. He was ashamed that he couldn’t seem to control his emotions. “Things aren’t good between Reeve and I.” “I gathered as much.” Laird’s tone was calm and soothing as
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usual. “Actually, news travels fast in the Zone. I heard about your fight.” “He wants more than I’m willing to give, Laird.” “The contractual living license?” Slade solemnly nodded again. “Yeah, the contractual living license.” “To be honest, Slade, I don’t see what the problem is. You’ve been living together for what…over five years now? And knowing what Reeve is like, I’m not surprised he’d want to marry you. And you can’t tell me you didn’t know.” “I just thought he’d forget about it, you know, over time.” Slade dismally glanced at him. “It’s not what I want. I like the relationship we have now. Marriage would only ruin it.” “It would only ruin the situation if you allowed it to.” Laird sighed, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Look, there’s more to it than that, well at least for Reeve…” “What do you mean?” **** “Surely you know where he’s been going for the past six months…” his eyebrows rose, “every Monday and Wednesday, like clockwork?” By the dumbfounded expression on the cadet leader’s face, Laird could see that this was all new to him. “Slade, the orphanage, in Triburn?” Openly confused, Slade shook his head. “No…he never said a word and why would Reeve be going to the orphanage in Triburn of all places?” Now Laird understood what Reeve had meant by Slade being wrapped up in his own little world. The swordsman was oblivious to everything in Reeve’s life. It was a sad state of affairs when a man you’ve been with for so many years knows nothing 2
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about your outside activities, hobbies or life beyond his own pursuits. And he also understood why the cowboy had been so terribly disturbed and withdrawn as of late. Slade wasn’t that different from Stein in many ways, and Stein was one of the most self-centred men around. **** “I mean, I don’t think he mentioned Triburn…but then again he might of and I just wasn’t paying attention.” He sighed. “I’ve been so busy with all these bloody training classes and grading of the test scores for the new cadets, that I haven’t been paying much attention to anything lately.” Laird leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. “Here’s my advice, Slade, and you can take it any way you want…but I think you really need to sit down and have a good heart-to-heart with that cowboy. You’re missing out and sooner or later, Reeve will have had enough of being ignored.” He half-laughed, denying the truth. “Listen, Laird, Reeve wouldn’t leave me. And anyway, he promised he never would. I know it’s been a bit rough between us, the last few days, but everybody has a disagreement once in a while. I’m not worried. It’ll blow over.” “Yes, you’re correct. Everyone has the odd argument once in a while and in fact, the odd one is healthy, but I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you. Everyone also has their breaking point. And we’re not simply talking about a few days of Reeve being upset. We’re talking about a few years of the man feeling disgruntled.” He downed a good mouthful of pop while searching the older man’s face. “What do you mean by the cowboy’s been upset for a few years…” He carefully set the can of soda down. “There’s something you’re not telling me, Laird. I can sense it.” 3
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**** The gunman didn’t really feel it was his place to cast opinions on the circumstance or share what Reeve had spoken about in private, but at the same time he felt obligated to enlighten Slade, and perhaps it would remedy the couple’s relationship problems. His deep green eyes closed and he made a decent attempt at finding the correct wording. “How can I put this…” he mumbled. “Okay, I guess the best way is to be blunt because throughout this entire conversation you haven’t grasped a single syllable I’ve said.” He looked Slade directly in the eyes. “You, blade boy, are an egotistical, self-centred, self-absorbed prick of a man.” Slade’s face went white as a sheet and his mouth came slightly unhinged. Laird held up a hand. “Oh and I’m far from done, yet, so don’t say a word. He leaned nearer to him, speaking in a harsher tone. Everything that goes on in your life is for you and you alone. Not once in the past five years have you ever considered getting involved with Reeve’s personal life. And one prime example that leaps to mind is that gun auction in Triburn last fall, remember? You were sick, I believe. Well, guess what, Slade. Everyone knows that was a lie because the moment Reeve left, you were in the library, drinking and studying. You weren’t very sick, were you? And—oh yes there was this other time when Reeve wanted you to go home for the holidays with him…and what did you do? Once again, you said, no—that your training classes were more important.” “I know I’m not perfect…” Laird tore a strip off him in a lowered voice. “Oh frig, man, not perfect! You couldn’t give two shits about the cowboy and 4
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what he wants! If his ideas don’t include your interests and likes then he can go blow goats as far as you’re concerned!” Slade instantly became resentful. “What the fuck do you know?” He growled in a deep undertone. “Shit and who asked you anyhow?” He stood, ramming the chair into the table. “The truth hurts, doesn’t it?” “The truth my ass, Laird, you just love causing trouble!” Fuming, he sneered under his breath and strode away. “I don’t need this crap!”
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Chapter Fifteen everal more days passed before Reeve finally made his grand entrance in the apartment. Stinking of stale booze and exotic cigars, he grunted while removing his hat and coat. After tossing the items aside, he swayed and walked into the bathroom. Slade was sitting in the darkness of the living area and startled Reeve by flicking on a lamp. “So, where have you been?” Reeve rolled his eyes while standing in front of the toilet. “What do you care where I’ve been,” he slurred, wavering to pee. Slade leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded at his chest. “Oh thanks. You’re my lover, cowboy, and after almost a week without even so much as a phone call, I was just a little concerned.” “Really…” He sniffed, glancing over his shoulder and did up his fly. “Well, now you know where I am. So piss off!” He slammed the door shut in Slade’s face. The cadet leader bit his tongue telling himself the man was drunk. “Fine. I’ll see you later and perhaps then you’ll be coherent enough to talk.”
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metal door slid shut. He hated the way he was acting, but he refused to be the first one to apologize, but then again, why should he apologize. He’d done nothing wrong. He’d only made a simple request and only what his heart desired. **** Slade went to the Zone’s Community Gym to work out and relax. He needed some time alone with his thoughts and he also needed some time to go over what Laird had said. Ever since they’d spoken in the cafeteria, he couldn’t get the older man’s words out of his head. Maybe his guilty conscience was gnawing at him and maybe, just maybe the gunman had been right. One very long and very tense month went by with Slade and Reeve hardly speaking to each other. Occasionally, the odd blurt of syllables were passed out on the couch or at the dining room table, but other than that, not much was discussed. Slade was still perturbed over the contractual living license and Reeve was still upset that the man wouldn’t even give the idea a second thought. The cadet leader glanced at the cowboy and set the last group of exams he’d marked on the table. “Can we talk?” Scratching his stubbly chin, Reeve shrugged and turned his attention away from the television. “Guess so, blade boy. What’s on your mind?” “I was told not long ago, that you take regular trips into Triburn.” He paused attempting to sound not too knowledgeable on the subject. “And I was just wondering why you go there so often?” Reeve sighed looking back at the television. “I don’t know if I want to get into this right now, Slade. Lately our lack of communication puts me off as to saying anything.” 7
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“Come on, cowboy, I mean weren’t you the one who told me years ago that this is a relationship and isn’t this the kind of thing we’re supposed to do? You know, talk about stuff, discuss. We’re supposed to be open and honest with each other.” “Fine, all right, sweet cheeks, I’ll tell you. But listen, the minute you start barking, I’m out of here. I’m in no mood for a fight and I’m in no mood for any more bullshit.” “All right, I promise,” he reluctantly agreed. The large man kept his gaze on the flashing screen. “I’ve been going to Triburn to help out at the orphanage there. I’ve been going for seven months actually, well more now, and I met this one young kid and he got me to thinking…” He eyed Slade, carefully watching his facial expressions. “He’s a good kid and well, I took a real liking to him. So I had this idea about possibly adopting him.” He paused again to examine Slade’s hard face. “You know, us adopting him, together. So we’d be like a family…and that’s when the contractual living license came into it. I figured if you agreed to marry me, then perhaps we could adopt Astron afterward. Make a real go of things, together.” He half smiled as Slade lost his breath. “I just wanted more for us, you know?” The swordsman seemed absolutely dumbfounded and unable to respond. He didn’t seem angry, but neither did he seem particularly pleased either. Reeve watched his face attentively waiting for a verbal explosion. But when nothing passed his lips accept a mild sigh, the cowboy was baffled. He wondered if this could mean that the man was actually considering his idea. Quite a few minutes went by and when Slade still hadn’t spoken up, Reeve sat down beside him at the dining table. The two men looked at each other as yet another wave of silence filled the room. Slade watched as Reeve’s large hand set down on his and 8
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then the cowboy’s mouth neared his cheek, just close enough that he felt the heat from his breath. “It’s been a while…” he whispered with a deep rumble of affection, “since we’ve made love, sweet cheeks.” Slade could feel his hand gently rub his crotch and then Reeve’s lips on his neck. The cadet leader’s heart began to ache and his groin throbbed. He couldn’t help himself. Whenever Reeve touched him, his mind lost control and his body willingly gave in as if there was some type of subconscious conditioning on Reeve’s part, sort of like brain washing. Slade was eager to be loved and, unable to resist any longer, he tackled him sending them both tumbling to the floor. Pressing his mouth hard to Reeve’s, the smaller man groaned, fighting with his clothes. The cowboy grinned, cuddling and kissing him back.
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Chapter Sixteen he sex had definitely been intense and loving this time. Feeling very hot and worn out, Reeve propped himself up against the cool wall in an attempt to bring his body temperature down. Slade rested against his chest smiling and held his large hands in his. He couldn’t believe how ardent their encounters still were at times, smooth and soothing like hot chocolate on a bitter winter’s night. Reeve nuzzled the back of his head, closing his eyes, and then his lips curled into that flirtatious grin. “I wish you could get pregnant.” Slade immediately sprang from the bed, gawking at him, “What did you say?” “I said I—” “Yeah, I heard you—I just can’t believe what you said! I’m not a bloody girl. I keep telling you that, but it’s like you never listen to me!” “I know you’re not a girl.” Reeve climbed off the bed and stood in front of him, then gave his arms a reassuring squeeze. “It’s just that we’ve been together so long now…I wish we could, you know, produce something together. You know out of love for one another, that’s all.” Slade’s face sagged into a pure, disconcerted frown. “I love you, too, Reeve, but that doesn’t mean I want to bear your kids!”
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Totally exasperated, he rubbed his face. “Shit! Listen to me! Listen to us! This conversation is useless. We can’t have kids, and anyway, even if we could, I wouldn’t want any!” Reeve chuckled and hugged him. “Then why don’t we adopt that boy from the orphanage?” The man dropped his head on the cowboy’s chest, groaning. “Didn’t you hear me? I hate kids, cowboy. Hated being one myself. God, after all this time, now I know why you’ve been balling me blind. You were bloody hoping, by some divine intervention, I’d friggin’ conceive.” Incensed and very disturbed with the whole idea, Slade shoved him away. “You’re touched in the head.” Reeve gritted his teeth and suddenly grappled the cadet leader, picked him up and forced him, struggling, back onto the bed. His deep voice was authoritatively raw. “I love you, blade boy, so much so it hurts and I can’t help what I feel!” He restrained Slade by the arms with his huge hands, pinning him stiff to the bed. “I’m not touched in the head. We’re getting a little older now and all I said was, I wish. I wish, nothing more.” He grabbed his pale face. “You should be flattered that I’d want a baby with you—that I love you that friggin’ much! And I thought we get paid well. We’re both decent guys and you lived in a foster home briefly after your Aunt died, so you know how shitty it is. I thought, you know, we could help some kid, make him feel like he’s damned-well wanted.” Reeve kissed him hard, pressing his body onto his. “I want to screw you, you self-righteous bastard!” Slade laughed. “All right, cowboy, cool your guns. I understand how you feel.” He paused to search the man’s dark, blue eyes. “Let me think about it, okay?” Reeve’s heart sped up and he rubbed Slade’s cheeks with two rough thumbs. “Are you serious… Don’t be teasing me, blade boy…” 11
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He put his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. “Well, it really isn’t too bad of an idea. Living in the foster home was pretty crappy and it can be real tough on those kids.” Reeve couldn’t believe he was actually considering the proposal and his cock went rigid as a board. He spread Slade’s legs. “Holy shit, sweet cheeks, you turn me on. I have to fuck you again!” **** Slade’s eyes widened and he helplessly stared at the large man. There was no warning as sharpshooter rammed his massive tower into the cadet leader’s backside. Slade gasped as the cowboy forced his legs up and bent his knees into his chest. The cowboy’s strong, thick fingers gripped the edge of the mattress on either side as he pounded into his lover. “Holy shit! You really drive me crazy!” Rolled up into a tight ball, Slade closed his eyes and began to wildly grunt while grasping for Reeve’s waist. “You’re so bloody big, cowboy! Harder! Come on, do me harder!” **** Reeve grunted, squishing Slade more. He loved the wet, sucking friction that clamped his cock to a sublime ecstasy, and feverishly panting, his dick was the hardest it had ever been. The cowboy hurriedly pulled out and slid down, shoving his head into Slade’s crotch. His tongue flicked the leader’s moist hole and tickled his balls. Slade wriggled about and moaned, playing with the cowboy’s silky, auburn mane that caressed his stomach. “Reeve, I’m going to cum!” The sharpshooter kissed his thighs and reached up to stroke 12
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and tease his hot member. **** Slade was going insane with the pleasing torture as long, strong fingers raked his burning flesh, coaxing him to burst. He wailed louder as his hips started to pump. His threshold was coming on fast and squirming about, his breathing became flustered. Reeve had to look at him and as he did, a broad grin filled his lips, it was obviously music to his ears as the smaller man cried out. The cadet leader couldn’t wait another second, he grabbed his own penis and began to frantically masturbate, his wrist flicked in a blur of motion. Reeve quickly positioned himself and began to thrust again. Slade let off a low guttural noise as his semen shot up the cowboy’s chest. The large man blinked as some even hit his neck, “Do you love me, Slade?” “I do, cowboy.” Exhausted, he nodded, licking his parched lips. He smiled and lay down on top, his mouth caressed and slowly sucked on Slade’s lips. The swordsman held his head letting, his tongue pet the tender flesh of Reeve’s mouth. Reeve slid his forearms under Slade’s lower back, still thrusting. His spine arched, driving deep into the moist haven. The sharpshooter could feel his own peak hitting and grunted, “I love you, blade boy—holy shit!” The cadet leader wrapped his legs around Reeve’s waist, flexing his hips up, and whispered a soft, low purr in his ear, “C’mon do me, my big cowboy.” The cowboy nuzzled his smooth cheek as his body released, filling Slade with his affection. The swordsman exhaled a deep sigh of fulfillment and lay there, panting, as Reeve gradually let 13
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go ofhis legs. He couldn’t do anything and stayed on top of the man. Smiling, he was too bushed to move and closed his eyes, then feebly lifted the sheets, covering them both. Slade flopped his arms over Reeve’s back and turned his face to the side. Within seconds, they were both a sleep. The muggy summer day had scarcely begun and already they were both primed to pack it in until the next day. **** Sylvana jogged through the now fully reconstructed entrance of the Zone. With a small tight roll of white papers held in her fist, she wiped her damp brow, heading toward the elevator. She’d just returned from the Zone’s central office with important news for the general. Squishing into the metal tube with several other cadets, she grumbled as one trod on her toes and shoved her into a wall. When the four young men filtered out on the second floor for classes, she stuck out her tongue at them. “Little bastards! There was a lady in here you know!” They mockingly laughed and waved their hands at her, enraging her even more. She jabbed at the elevator buttons and the door clamped shut, shooting her to the top floor. The general was his usual self—serious, quiet and methodical, and as always, remained such with any new situation that reached his ears. After taking the papers from Sylvana, he read them over very carefully. In fact, several times before even uttering a word. His aging features were stress bitten, which showed with the streaks of silver throughout his sideburns and moustache. It was a tell-tale sign of what rank he held at Zone Zero and how many years he’d held that position. “Zone Zero is not a police academy. We are a military base. We do serve the public, but not pertaining to a situation such as 14
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this. We serve in times of war.” He frowned, staring at her and squeezed the papers. “We have our own laws—military laws that we must follow and I am obligated to uphold, but this…” his voice trailed off with his thoughts. “What is the meaning of this, Sylvana?” “I received it by computer this morning from the Chief of Police in Triburn, along with the high counsel’s written agreement that we would give him our undivided assistance on the matter.” “Murder in the Zone is my problem, I admit, but…” Sylvana looked him in the eyes. “Sir, under any other circumstance I would totally agree with you—that this should be left as a civilian matter, but I’m not sure that’s possible this time. The last murder happened only a few weeks ago in the Triburn Region. And the man that was murdered there, wasn’t a civilian, he was a Zone Zero Cadet. And I’m sad to say, that does make it our problem. The police need any answers and any help we can give them.” The general wasn’t happy at all and his displeased expression illustrated it. “Fine. Fine, I agree, Sylvana, but who the heck should I send into this mess? None of you are homicide investigators.” The petite woman thought for a second, then a wide grin filled her face. “Oh, sir, I know exactly who would fit the bill, and he’d probably do a better job than the rest of us combined.” She chuckled. “And it’s not like he’s super busy or anything.” She mumbled under her breath, “Well, not busy with anything important that is.” “Spit it out, woman!” he snapped. “Reeve S. Taylor, sir, he’d be perfect for the job.” “Reeve Taylor…” The general’s forehead creased in disbelief. “My sniper? You must be kidding.” 15
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“No, sir, I’m not.” She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “Think about it, sir. He’s been traveling to Triburn for the last eight months, faithfully I might add, to help out in the city’s orphanage. He knows the city very well and some of the places he hangs out aren’t exactly upper crust. Reeve isn’t quite the classiest guy around, but he knows the locals. I would think he’d be your best bet, also, considering he’s doing absolutely nothing right now.” “He is an intelligent man.” Grant blinked, then looked at her. “Okay, you’ve convinced me, Sylvana, but instead of sending him on his own this time, I think it would be wise to send someone along to watch his back.” “All right, sir, then how about Slade?” “No, no, not Slade. He’s up to his neck in exams again this month and I can’t afford his absence in the wake of the weapons treasurer’s visit. We need more money and the only way that will be possible is if Slade gives his valued input. The stupid treasurer thinks that Slade is one of the Zone’s highest ranking Commanders. Though I believe it has more to do with the fact that the treasurer’s daughter is infatuated with him.” Sylvana giggled in spite of the general’s seriousness. She cleared her throat. “Then who, sir?” “I think Zack would do fine.” Sylvana’s mouth hung partially open. She wanted to burst out laughing. “Zack, doesn’t really think, sir. I mean he thinks he has a brain, but that’s debatable.” “I’ll ignore that comment!” he barked, shooting her an incredulous look. “I’ve made my choice so let the men know.” The petite woman nodded and quickly exited the office. She thought his choice was one of insanity, but then who was she to judge. Disappearing inside the elevator again, she pushed the main floor button and the suspended metal box dropped. 16
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Chapter Seventeen eeve listened to what Sylvana had to say and then read over the papers. “So that’s it…” he tossed the entire stack on the table. He was far from impressed. “I take it I don’t have a choice in all this?” “Not really, cowboy, but that’s entirely up to you. You can dispute it with the General.” Resting his head on a tight fist, his face turned grim and he grumbled. “Well, that would be a waste of time and we both know it.” Sylvana placed her hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward. “Look, you know you haven’t been too happy lately. You’ve been complaining how boring life is. Well, here’s your chance to change all that.” She tried to sound hopeful and smiled at him. “You can get out, possibly meet some different people and start creating a new atmosphere around here. Just think, you might actually enjoy it.” The large man scoffed, eyeing her. “How much do you know?” The petite martial artist was the nosiest cow going in the whole Zone, and if anyone knew the latest and juiciest gossip it would be her. “Do I know what?” Her voice was innocent. “Don’t play games, Syl. You know exactly what the hell I
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mean!” “Okay relax.” She sighed and sat down across from him. “You want the truth, well here it is. Everyone in this Godforsaken establishment knows that you and Slade are on the rocks, that things aren’t so perfect in your relationship—and quite frankly I thought maybe a little separation time…you know, a little hiatus would do you both some good.” “And since you’re such a do-gooder, you decided to take it upon yourself to suggest me for playing the role of Mr. Private Dick!” he barked, glaring at her. “Yeah, I did, Taylor!” she snapped back. “Jeez, you know, not everyone here is an asshole. Some of us are your friends!” Reeve grit his teeth as she slammed the chair into the table and then stormed out. “Yeah, and then to top it all off, I get stuck working with idiot features!” he yelled after her. “Whose idiot features?” Slade asked from behind, as he dried his hair with a towel. Reeve glanced at him. “No one, blade boy.” “What’s going on? I heard arguing out here and I thought I heard Sylvana’s voice.” “It’s nothing, Slade, at least nothing you’d be interested in!” The swordsman was dumbfounded and froze as the sliding metal whooshed in his face. **** “So I guess we’re on assignment together, huh, cowboy?” Zack plopped down at the table as near as he dared to Reeve. He knew the sharpshooter wasn’t happy about the orders given and that meant he had to tread lightly. Reeve glanced at Zack, his appearance was scruffy as usual. “You know, they have this funny personal hygiene tool called a 18
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brush…” Incensed, the boxer cut him off. “Yeah, and most people have this thing called a bedside manner, cowboy, or what you might call a personality? You should try using it once in a while instead of being such a sarcastic bastard all the time.” He leaned toward him, smirking. “I hear it works wonders when you actually want to keep a few friends.” Reeve rested back, tilting the chair and with both hands firmly locked behind his head, the large man dropped his heavy boots on the table.His frown slowly pursed into a wide smile and he started to chuckle. His deep voice penetrated the entire vicinity of the library. “Oh very good. Very dry. I’m impressed. Maybe you’ll learn yet, to be as good of a sarcastic bastard as me one day. I like it, not too shabby at all.” Zack grinned from ear to ear, proud as punch, then mimicked Reeve’s moves to a tee. “You liked that eh, cowboy? Have no fear I’ve been practicing.” “Yeah, I can see that. Well, at least you’re learning from the best.” He passed the assignment papers to him. “Seriously though, I think you’d better read those over and make yourself acquainted with the murder case. I looked at them while eating my lunch, and I can say this much…the whole thing dampened my appetite.” The boxer’s pale-blue eyes quickly darted from the top of each page to the bottom, repeating the motion as he flipped through them all until he was finished. A good hour passed. From everything he’d gathered, it sounded like this was the seventh murder in a little less than eight months, but oddly enough this was the first one to involve a fellow Zone Zero cadet. All the murders took place in the city of Triburn or its surrounding region and every murder was conducted in the same manner, and that included the Zone cadet. Every man—in 19
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the Chief of Police’s own words—had been stalked for a week or so prior to their death, harassed with menacing phone calls and then beaten and stabbed to death. Their bodies were left out in the open where anyone could discover them. “So what’s your opinion?” Zack sighed, looking up at Reeve. Again, he examined the older and much larger man’s features. He thought very carefully for some time, never averting his gaze from Reeve before answering. “I think all these young men were homosexual, or at least were assumed to be.” The sharpshooter was taken aback and his face drooped. “Okay, I admit that’s a very plausible idea, but I have to ask…what made you come up with that?” “Isn’t it evident, cowboy?” He blinked, as if to say—hello wake up. Reeve thought for a second, then half-laughed, pointing to himself. “Because of me. What you make the assumption that because I’m an older cadet around here and because I happen to be gay, that all these poor sods were gay, too?” “Well, it makes sense to me.” He shook his head in frustration, everything was crystal clear to him, “Look, cowboy, it says in these papers that all these young men had been sexually assaulted, and by the vivid descriptions the police used, I’m guessing their rapes were pretty bad—sodomized, beaten and stabbed to death. I know there are some butt-ugly women around here, but I don’t know of one that could do that to any young male cadet.” He paused for a breath. “So I’m thinking it’s several guys and since they’re not just beating these other guys up for fun, but making a point to leave the bodies to be found, I’ll bet you they hate gay men. Bit of retaliation for some past embarrassment.”
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**** Reeve closed his eyes. For the first time ever, Zack had said something intelligent. Wonders never ceased, he thought. “You may be onto something. It makes sense…actually complete sense, and what would be more embarrassing than having a fellow cadet who’s a flaming faggot or even better yet, one who’s cavorting with civilian fags.” Zack gulped back a good mouthful of his soda. “My thoughts exactly!” He laughed. “We make a good team, eh?” “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.” He frowned. “There is one thing that stumps me though.” “And what’s that?” “You’re gay and travel to Triburn all the time, why hasn’t anyone attacked you?” That thought had never occurred to Reeve before and a swift chill ran up his spine. He almost shivered. “I dunno, Zack…I dunno.” “Frightening isn’t it? Just think, you could be next. Maybe that’s why the General wanted you to handle this case in the first place.” **** Zack froze when he noticed the pallid, sweaty expression on Reeve’s face and, realizing what he’d just said, wondered if he could manage to shove the whole boot down his throat as well. “Jeez, Reeve, man, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” The sharpshooter waved a big, thick hand and acted blasé over the whole thing. “Nah, no worries. The thought had occurred to me, but it’s no big deal. Anyone foolish enough to take me on had better think twice.” He attempted to fob it all off 21
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with his quick wit, though underneath, he was obviously unnerved. “Don’t tell Slade about this though, okay?” “No, I won’t.” “You know him, a friggin’ worry wart and that’s not something I need right now.” “Yeah, cowboy, I know what you mean.” Zack felt awful. He sensed Reeve’s fear and at that moment, wished he hadn’t said a word.
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Chapter Eighteen onths went by and once more, Slade became consumed by his work and everything surrounding it—training classes, paper grading, field trips and up to the wee hours studying, and then to top it all off, he’d quite casually set aside the adoption because the swordsman competition was coming up within another week. For Reeve that was the last straw. Everything he’d ever wanted for them both was pushed into the background, and he’d had enough. Feeling deeply depressed, he hid himself away in their apartment during the mornings. By the afternoons, he’d sneak out with Zack to do some investigating, then at night go to Triburn and get rip roaring drunk. He was tired of being placed on the back burner along with every hope he had for a decent future. He no longer had a life and as far as he was concerned, they no longer had a relationship. Sylvana tapped Reeve’s shoulder. “There’s a call for you, cowboy.” The woman was like a garden gnome, tiny, obtrusive and annoying. He looked way down at her. “From whom?” “Not sure, but the office will be announcing it over the PA soon.” She motioned behind with a thumb, “And I’m pretty sure you can pick up the call from any of the Zone’s public phones.” Just as she took off, the PA system announced his name.
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Reeve ran over to the closest phone and picked up the receiver. “Yeah, Reeve Taylor, here.” As was known, Triburn’s chief of police, Chase Carmichael, was a stout, sturdy little man with red puffy cheeks, bright eyes and a bad habit of bouncing his knee. Soon as the sharpshooter and boxer entered his office, his knee took off and the two men figured it had to be stress related. “Good news, boys. Two months and no more murders—well that we’re aware of. So, do you have any new information for me?” He gestured for them to sit. “Not really, Chase. We’ve questioned everyone who knew the young cadet and it seems like he was a loner.” “A loner?” The chief grimaced. “What? No friends at all?” Zack piped up. “Nope, not even a lover.” “So you both still think that all these men were gay?” Reeve sighed, dropping a small three-ringed binder on the cop’s desk. “Actually, Chase, they were all gay, and that’s not a hunch any more. It’s a fact. If you don’t believe me, you can read my notes. We’ve been all over hell and creation, questioning family, friends and anybody who knew these guys, and it seems to be common knowledge.” The cowboy sniffed with an air of conceit in his voice. “Personally, I don’t understand why your men didn’t figure that out sooner…” Chase bounced his knee harder and opened the binder. While gliding his finger down the mass of messy scribbling, he spoke up in a malleable tone. “We did have it figured out, Reeve. We just wanted to make certain.” “So, now what?” Zack piped up while looking at both men. “Now, nothing,” added Reeve flatly. “I think our part in this farce is over.” The chief of police glared at the sharpshooter. “Grant 24
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guaranteed me that I could use your services as long as I need to, so as you put it, this farce is far from over!” “For me, it is, Chase!” Reeve barked. “Whether you think so or not, I do have a life. And because of this bullshit, I’ve been neglecting other obligations that I have.” “Oh yes, the orphanage. That’s been taken care of, cowboy. I’ve already informed them that you are assisting with police business and you won’t be returning until you’re done.” **** Zack saw that Reeve’s temper coming on so he intervened. “I don’t think my friend’s personal life is any of your business. He is allowed to do whatever he wants with his own free time.” Reeve slowly rose to his feet. “Thanks, Zack, but I can handle this.” He leaned right into the chief’s pudgy face. “I know what you’re thinking, copper, and you can friggin’ forget it! I’m not here for your benefit or anyone else’s!” “Oh, I believe you are, cowboy. You know what you’re looking for and bloody well better than we do!” He bellowed. “And if you think you’re just going to walk away from your posting here, especially while under my supervision, you will be spending time in my cells.” Suddenly, he shoved a stubby finger into Reeve’s souring features. “Right now, you are in my jurisdiction and your wages are being paid by the taxpayers of this city, so what I say goes!” He loudly barked, “Got me?” “Just who the fucking hell—” Reeve’s flesh turned ashen as he was cut off sharply. “I am the law, cowboy, that’s who!” Zack flinched as Reeve’s knuckles became white. “I know you’re a homosexual. I know you’ve had a partner for close to six years now and oddly enough, after all your trips 25
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to Triburn, no one has attacked you.” He paused, looking Reeve straight in the eyes. “Now, I could take that one of two ways…either you’ve got a horseshoe rammed up your ass, cowboy, or I think you know more about these murders than you’re letting on.” **** Reeve instantly slumped into the chair as his face drained of all colour. Averting his line of sight from the police officer, he anxiously gripped the armrests and when he did speak up, it was barely audible. “I honestly don’t know anything.” “Hmm, so you claim.” “Look, I don’t know anything!” The man’s voice became sharper in tone. “All I know is, I’ve been bloody lucky and that’s all!” A few moments of silence graced the room, then Chase nodded. “All right, cowboy, I believe you. But if that’s the case, then why haven’t you been attacked?” Zack burst out laughing and flicked a thumb at Reeve. “Holy shit, would you want to take him on. He’s not exactly a midget.” “True.” The officer smirked. “Very true.” Reeve shot Zack a disgusted glance. “Do you plan that? I mean you don’t say a word damned near throughout the whole conversation, then bam!” “I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug. **** Slade ran a soft cloth down the length of his sword. The fine, razor-sharp edge of each section of blade, sliced a little deeper into the cloth with every stroke he made. Looking up at the living 26
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area clock, he frowned. The hour was late and again, Reeve was nowhere to be found. He’d spoken with Sylvana that morning just after his training classes. The news she’d passed on to him wasn’t what he’d expected to hear. Reeve hadn’t mentioned any involvement with the police pertaining to a murder investigation and to make matters worse, he’d been been passed over yet again by the general, for another seemingly important mission. Even though it wasn’t really a Zone affair, he felt he should’ve been told the details as to what exactly was going on, considering he was the highest in command. Intoxicated, as per his nightly routine, Reeve staggered into their apartment and, as usual, Slade was sitting in the stale smelling room, awaiting his arrival. The cowboy mumbled under his breath. “So…how are you?” His antagonizing tone made Reeve instantly erupt with rage. “Don’t start with me, blade boy! The last thing I need the minute I walk through the door is your friggin’ questions, okay!” “I just asked how you are, nothing more, Reeve.” “Yeah, well, by the tone of your voice I know you’re itching for a fight!” Slade folded his arms across his chest and fought the tears. He’d been genuinely worried about the man, but now it seemed his feelings were being wasted, and this was a growing trend. “Jeez, asshole, I’m so sorry I cared!” Turning to walk toward the bedroom, he was stunned when Reeve flew at him from behind, grabbed his arms and smashed him up against the wall, “What the…” Slade yelled and his heart began to pound. “Are you losing your mind?” “Maybe!” Reeve grimly eyed his face. “I’m just sick and bloody tired of your bloody smug attitude. The way you speak to me, you’re beginning to sound like a bitch!” 27
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Slade swallowed hard as Reeve’s line of sight met up with his. Their relationship was almost getting past the point of repair. The lack of proper communication, selfish ambitions and a deepening confusion of emotions were escalating. Slade wondered if he even loved the man any more. He was completely torn and felt like they were falling apart at the seams. No matter what he did or what he said, nothing would appease Reeve any more. The man was becoming increasingly difficult to live with, his emotions erratic and his behaviour wasn’t normal. The swordsman searched his lover’s dark blue eyes and could see nothing but a growing resentment, anger and rebuke. Though he feared the answer, the words left his mouth. “How much longer are we going to carry on like this?” A momentary calm eased some of the tension. **** Reeve thought about the question. Deep down, his heart was breaking, too, but he couldn’t bring himself to purge the truth from his mouth. He felt the same as Slade did—that they were flogging a dead horse. To preserve his sanity and save his emotions, Reeve flagrantly shrugged. “I don’t know, blade boy…I don’t know.” **** Slade’s whole body trembled. He was terrified of what the cowboy’s reaction would be—if he would be pushed away, possibly ignored—whatever it would be, he was dying for the man’s affection. It had been so long since they’d been intimate and taking a huge emotional risk, he lightly touched Reeve’s mouth with his fingers. 28
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The cowboy didn’t move an inch, but watched closely. Slade’s lips quivered as he reached up to whisper against Reeve’s cheek. “I still love you.” **** Reeve closed his eyes as the cadet leader’s soft brown hair caressed his face and that familiar scent of his cologne filled his senses. His body was set on fire to an aching he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Placing a large hand behind his head, Reeve nuzzled his face to Slade’s and very tenderly kissed him. **** Tears slipped off Slade’s flushed cheeks as Reeve kissed him. Overwhelmed with wanting the passion, he desperately clutched the cowboy. It felt so good to have Reeve’s attention again, to feel his touch and affection. “It would kill me if you left.” **** Reeve looked into his watery blue eyes and read the pain. “I promised you years ago, Slade, that I would never leave you…didn’t I?” Slade whimpered, trying not to cry. “I know, but…” “Didn’t I?” Reeve held his chin up and eased his lips closer. “I said, didn’t I…” **** Slade always melted when Reeve’s deep voice demanded he 29
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listen, when it forced him to submit. How could he deny it? From the very start of their relationship, Reeve had always been the dominant one in their public life and equally in their bedroom. “I know you did, but…” “But what?” “Things have been so shitty I just thought…” He was reluctant to say anything further. “I just thought you were ready to pack it in.” Reeve sighed. “I won’t lie, blade boy. The thought had crossed my mind, but I keep my promises, and besides…I still love you, too.” “You do?” “Yeah, sweet cheeks, I still do.” “It’s been awhile since you’ve called me that.” Reeve kissed his lips, smiling. “It has been, hasn’t it?” Slade nodded as Reeve undid his jeans and gently fondled his penis. The cowboy held him tight and inched his mouth down his neck. Instantly aroused and aching to an unbearable high, the dazed cadet leader clung helpless to his partner’s body as they fell onto the bed. In the weeks that followed, their relationship appeared to regain some stamina and Slade felt they were on the road to recovery, but that sentiment was fleeting when Reeve became even more heavily consumed by the murder investigation. The more time he spent with Zack and the police, the less Slade saw of him. He was on the brink of becoming a full blown alcoholic and to the cadet leader’s shock, he’d given up absolutely everything he loved to do, even fishing. Slade wanted Reeve to drop the assignment and as a last resort, tried begging to change his mind. As usual, it was to no avail and they were back to square one. This time, however, things got increasingly worse, 30
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much worse than before and for every step forward, they fell two back. The hot afternoon sun pelted the rolling grasslands beyond Zone Zero. It was a great day for sun tanning, swimming and picnics on the beach. The pristine waves left soft indents along the sparkling white sandy shoreline. Sylvana’s hair was caught up in a gentle breeze. She put a hand to her brow to shade her eyes against the sunlight. Crouching down in the sand, Slade sent a flat, smooth rock ricocheting across the water. The tiny martial artist watched. Slade knew she was there. “You’re dying to tell me what I don’t want to hear, so just get it over with.” He sadly looked at her. Sylvana sat down next to him, wrapped her arms around both legs and then rested her chin on her knees. “I have nothing to say, Slade. I just noticed you here and thought I’d say hello.” “Yeah, right, Syl,” he scoffed, looking out at the surf. “You say nothing. I don’t believe it. You’ve got an opinion on everything.” “Nope, honestly, not this time.” Slade was puzzled. She was being way too pleasant. “Okay.” “You know I was in Triburn the other night.” “All right, I’ll bite,” he mumbled. “What happened in Triburn that you so desperately want to relay to me.” “Not desperate, Slade, just friendly chit chat. Anyway I saw, Reeve.” “Hmm now that’s surprising. What a coincidence.” Sylvana giggled and then playfully slapped his shoulder. “Oh come on, Slade, would you just let me finish.” He smiled, nudging her back. “I’m sorry.” “Anyway, but that’s the thing, as I was saying. I thought I saw Reeve. I mean the guy had the same hat and long coat on. Jeez, he was even similar in size and build like the cowboy, but when I 31
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got a closer look, it wasn’t Reeve.” Slade’s face creased and he shot her an even more baffled look. “Are you sure?” “Positive, Slade…you don’t think it could have anything to do with that murder investigation he’s helping with…do you?” She blinked with an inquisitive expression. An icy cold sensation ran up the nape of his neck. “No I don’t think so…” His voice lowered to a softer octave. “At least I hope not.” Yet another month had come and gone. The summer—to everyone’s dismay—would soon be over and that meant back to the grind—studies, training, field trips and exams. The Zone would be a buzz of activity. **** Laird strolled past Reeve and Zack in the main hall. The two men were heading to the elevator. His gaze followed the pair. They were spending a lot of extra time together, almost too much time and the older man had his reservations about it. Just like every other cadet in the Zone, Laird knew that Reeve and Slade were basically on the outs. Their relationship was hanging on by a thread, especially since another murder victim’s body had been discovered. Now the police were breathing down Reeve’s neck for answers. The general had to reprimand him on several occasions because of his drunken outbursts, and to add fuel to the fire, Slade was nowhere to be found. The man had totally immersed himself in his work and no one, not even the cowboy, was given a second thought. Slade had become completely introverted, hardly saying a word to anyone. He was quiet, antisocial and deeply despondent, and as it appeared, work was his 32
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only way of survival. Zack momentarily separated from Reeve, offering to grab them both a coffee from the cafeteria. “I’ll meet you at the elevator.” “Black, one sugar. Thanks,” Reeve hollered. Laird was one of those people who could read another person like a book. His intuitive nature was second to none, though on the rare occasion, it was more a hindrance than a help. As Reeve brushed past him, he instinctively spoke up as if something was telling him. He had to make an effort to stop the sharpshooter, but stopping him from what, he didn’t have a clue. “Hey, cowboy, how’s the investigation going?” Reeve turned around to face him. “Not so well, Laird. How’s life been treating you?” “Oh all right. You know fall’s coming and that means more trips to the Basiac Delta for me.” “Well, you chose special forces.” “That I did.” He paused to quickly gather his thoughts. “You know, sometimes I forget why I fell in love with Stein.” He absently smiled. “He can be such an asshole when he wants to be. Do you ever feel that way about Slade?” **** Reeve’s forehead creased, he was temporarily lost for words, which seemed to be the norm lately, and the shift in conversation had caught him a tad off-guard. For some reason, it made him feel uneasy. “Yeah, I suppose so, gun boy. If you don’t mind me asking, what brought that on?” ****
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Chapter Nineteen tein had recently made the move and he was living with Laird. And to his own disbelief, he was thoroughly enjoying the change. It was nice to have company at night and someone to wake up to in the morning. Laird, as it happened, turned out to be a really good man—good for the blond. He kept Stein on the straight and narrow. He was clean, well-organized, practical and more importantly, not a drinker. Laird was also honest and faithful, and anything the swordsman needed, whether it was help with work or just a few moments to talk, the gunman was more than willing to be there. On his way home from work, the blond invited Sylvana and the boys to come over for a drink. The others were amazed with Laird’s model collection just as he’d been the first time he’d seen it. And the swordsman was more than proud to show it off. He passed Reeve, Sylvana and Zack each a beer. Zack and Sylvana declined the offer, as they both felt they’d had enough, but the cowboy on the other hand didn’t know when to call it quits. He’d already polished off a forty-pounder of rum and nearly a full case of beer on his own. Stein, along with the others, was stunned with how much alcohol the man could consume and still manage to stay halfway coherent. Reeve loudly belched, then tapped his own chest, making a face. “Excuse my rudeness.”
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The large man stood up, swaying, then barked, startling them, “Shut the fuck up, Syl! Bloody mouthy little whore! You’re always sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong, so why don’t you piss off!” Before Stein could stop her, Sylvana was in tears and bolting from the apartment. **** Laird was sent into a tail spin as she flew like a bat out of hell past him. Holding the doorframe, he regained his footing and then caught a strong, pungent whiff of alcohol from the living area of his apartment. Seeing the sharpshooter wobbling around and hearing him curse and using very descriptive adjectives that were directed at his lover, the older man’s temper finally came on. Marching up behind the cowboy, Laird gripped his coat and then forced him to the exit. “Come on, Zack, you, too! Get this fucking piece of shit out of my apartment, now!” The boxer jumped, spewing his apologies amidst Reeve’s relentless yelling. “I’ll take him home, Laird. I’m sorry.” When the door slid shut, Laird demanded an explanation, but Stein just grinned at him—the gunman’s temper was a huge turn-on and his dick was hard. **** Every object was on the spin. Reeve was in a drunken stupor. He fell back into the couch and watched through hazed vision as Zack inched closer to him. The bells should’ve gone off louder than they did—that the blond was directly coming on to him. It had been a considerable length of time since he’d had another man’s body and his mental train of thought began to produce 37
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excuses. It wouldn’t hurt. Slade would never have to know and only this once. The cowboy felt almost as if he’d been missing out on something over the past near six and half years, and that was the best excuse he could muster. **** For Zack, it was a conquest of sorts. An experiment to see if maybe a man would be more suitable and what better choice than the attractive Reeve Taylor. All the women wanted him and Zack had to admit, he wasn’t half bad. The minute they started working together, he’d been dying for the cowboy to seduce him. He wasn’t homosexual, but there was something about the sharpshooter that definitely turned his crank. Scared to death, Zack crawled up into Reeve’s lap and nervously eased his mouth to his. **** The cowboy thought it wasn’t the greatest lip action, but he rapidly became aroused. His heart began racing a mile a minute, due in part, to the fear of someone catching them. Then a sudden animalistic urge took over Reeve’s body and though he wasn’t really attracted to the blond, he wanted to screw the guy something fierce. It was totally a physical craving and nothing more. **** The large man tore Zack’s shirt wide open and Zack grinned undoing his jeans. The blond was given the signal and dove at the cowboy’s crotch, and yanking the jeans down, he anxiously 38
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sucked on the man’s big, thick penis, trying not to gag. He gripped the cowboy’s waist and his strong fingers dug deep into his flesh. Reeve didn’t smile nor touch Zack’s head, but instead, began to grunt and jutted his hips up in perfect time with the intensity of the sucking. Within seconds, the sex became fast and brutal. There was absolutely no affection in the least from Reeve as he stripped Zack’s body of clothes. All he wanted was the quick fix and the blond could sense it. There was no bonding between them and he felt somewhat offended as every time he attempted to kiss Reeve, the cowboy wouldn’t let him. The sharpshooter almost sadistically groped the smaller man’s groin with his long, powerful fingers and the sweat ran off the blonde’s creasing face. Zack nervously groaned, panting, as his balls were rubbed near raw. He tried to hold the cowboy and make mouth contact, but again he was pushed away. At first, the cowboy stared at him, squirming about, and then, using two fingers, penetrated the blonde’s ass. The first fighter stiffened and blinked, holding back the tears as it was quite painful. He gawked as Reeve growled at him, “Do you want me to fuck you?” Zack swallowed, forcing himself to relax and then somehow managed to nod. He stared wide-eyed as Reeve picked him up by the ribs and shoved him to the wall. At that moment, when Reeve hoisted his body up and held him there steadfast, Zack seriously wondered if he’d made a grave mistake in wanting sex with the man. There was no intimacy, no tenderness and that’s what he’d desired. He’d wanted to experience what Slade did and couldn’t understand Reeve’s lack of enthusiasm to the situation. The cowboy drove his rigid cock in fast and hard with no 39
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lubricant, and the smaller man almost choked, clinging to his shoulders. Now, the pain was close to unbearable and, wrapping his vibrating legs around the cowboy’s waist, he whined, “Jeez, you’re huge!” The blonde’s face scrunched up as he was repeatedly pounded and bashed into the wall. His backside was numb with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and he cried out as Reeve became rougher and then dropped them both to the floor. He went ballistic with Zack’s lower body and clasped his dick, rapidly jerking it. The smaller man was ready to go and Reeve wanted to finish him off fast. Zack tensed up, loudly gasping as his body was thumped relentlessly, but then hoarsely groaned when he was literally forced to ejaculate. Entangled in a heap of sweat and husky noises, Reeve held Zack firmly as he erupted inside his body with a last thrust or two. The blonde’s backside burned with the tearing that had occurred and he winced, sputtering a wail as Reeve yanked himself free. Zack felt like his insides were being pulled out with the suction. Then he felt something trickle down between his thighs, the smaller man nervously trembled and nearly broke down, weeping. **** Reeve looked at Zack, breathing heavily, and then suddenly grabbed his own face, swearing. Instantaneously, the guilt hit him like a brick. He felt horrid for cheating on Slade and physically abusing Zack, being extremely rough with the guy. **** The boxer fought for a breath while staring at the ceiling. His 40
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backside and groin were hurting so badly, he could hardly move. Ever so slowly easing into an upright position, he rested on his elbows and touched the cowboy’s arm, which sent Reeve leaping to his feet. “You ever breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll kill you!” Zack frowned and painfully clamoured to his feet. “What the fuck did you say?” Reeve viciously bit back, glaring at him, “You heard me!” “Yeah, I heard you…” He snatched up his clothes, shaking. “Why the hell did you do this, Reeve…huh? It’s apparent you don’t care for me…shit you didn’t even kiss me or hug me.” “Why did you do it?” Reeve sneered through his teeth. “It was something to do, cowboy, and I wanted to know what Slade got from you.” He smirked, pulling his pants up. “But if that’s all you do, then I honestly can’t see why the man likes you…” He slipped the torn shirt on and shouted, “You could’ve shown some type of bloody emotions instead of treating me like a piece of meat!” “Welcome to the real world of homosexuality, Zack.” Reeve exploded. “What we did is what most guys do. A quick fuck nothing more. A one night stand!” “Yeah, well, it isn’t with your precious Slade, is it?” **** Reeve bellowed back, “I don’t love you, Zack. What the friggin’ hell did you expect?” He watched the blonde’s face pinch with the crass remark and then realized what he’d been searching for. “You wanted what you saw that day…didn’t you…didn’t you?” He bent toward him. “You saw Slade and I making love and that’s what you lusted after. Well, I have news for you, Zack…that takes a bond between two people, no matter what sex they are, 41
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Chapter Twenty he day had begun just like the day before—quiet, uneventful, organized and completely the same—at least for Slade it had. He’d shut his alarm clock off at seven AM, took a pee, sat down to a bowl of cold cereal, yawned more than once, wiped the sleep from his eyes, tried to focus on a training report he’d written up the night before and then, lastly, fumbled with his jeans and t-shirt to get dressed. As he approached the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee, he noticed Laird heading toward him. He gave a curt smile and went to walk past the older man, but Laird held his arm and guided him to a Zone exit nearby. Slade wasn’t sure how long they stood there in the sunshine. The only thing he did remember was how exceptionally hot it was. Slade wavered in a secluded corner of the library. It took all the emotional strength he could muster not to cry. His body was numb, his mind confused and his heart was completely broken. He blankly gawked at the thick row of ancient fabric bound war books and softly exhaled a pitiful groan and then hung his head. He thought being dead would’ve felt better than this. He was overwhelmed with grief and couldn’t fathom Reeve cheating on him. The whole concept seemed so unreal. He was set adrift in a haze as he shoved a book back onto the shelf and finally walked out of the library. Several younger cadets smiled and spoke to
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him in passing, but he didn’t acknowledge them and as soon as he reached the hall, he dashed toward the apartment with tears streaking his face. **** Reeve had been waiting, waiting in the unhinged stillness of their apartment. He figured Slade had been told of his little indiscretion with the blond and now he anticipated the worst. Hearing the metal panel slide open and shut, Reeve gradually sat up on the edge of the bed and watched as Slade stiffly walked into the bedroom. Reeve stared at the floor. He was terrified of eye contact and could sense Slade knew. The cadet leader looked at him through water-laden eyes and sputtered hoarsely, “Laird spoke to me today, Reeve.” Reeve closed his eyes, softly cursing under his breath and then slowly stood up. Soon as their eyes locked, Slade saw the tears falling from his cheeks and he abruptly belted the man square in the face. “You lousy bastard!” The sharpshooter only turned his face to the side and allowed Slade to hit him repeatedly. He knew he deserved everything the cadet leader did. Slade punched him a few times, then backed away. His shoulders heaved and he yelled out of pure humiliation, “We are fucking through! Do you hear me, cowboy, and this time it’s for good!” He shoved Reeve hard, swearing, “You bastard—how could you!? After everything we’ve been through and this is how you repay me! Not once…not fucking once in all these years have I strayed…” Reeve nodded and grabbed his arms, hopelessly pleading, “Sweet cheeks, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I—” 44
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Slade viciously fought him off. “Never touch me again!” he roared. Compelled to follow, Reeve continued to beg, but when Slade whipped out his blade and held the trembling weapon up to the sharpshooter’s face, he immediately stepped aside. “Never come near me again, Reeve. No hopping from bed to bed, you said. One on one, you said and to think I trusted you. How many other guys have you balled, Reeve?” The cowboy’s face sagged and he hurriedly wiped his eyes, “No one, Slade, I swear to you!” “Well, it doesn’t matter now,” Slade scoffed, passing him a dirty look. “Don’t worry. I’ll move my things as soon as possible.” Replacing the grand sword that slid back into itself in sections, he swiftly vanished from Reeve’s apartment and the cowboy broke down crying. **** Vela, the prettiest blonde in the Zone, struggled with her luggage as she tramped in the main entrance. She’d been on holidays in the tropics for quite some time. After her father had died, the estate was promptly divided up between her and her older sister. Vela was a highly intelligent woman and knew exactly what to do with the money. First, she bought a cute seaside bungalow, then set a good chunk aside for retirement, bought a new vehicle, invested a little money in a small business, paid off the remainder of her bills and put the rest into savings. The last thing she did to actually spoil herself was to take a well-needed holiday, something she’d never done before. She was no longer a Special Forces officer. She was one of the Zone’s secretaries, a position she much rather preferred. There was no hassle with the job. The daily routine and 45
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organization suited her life style to a tee and she loved it. Bending down, she picked up the biggest suitcase and, straining with the weight, blew a wisp of platinum hair out of her face. Suddenly, a large hand came out of nowhere and took hold of the luggage, lifting it high. She looked up, ecstatic and, bubbling over with a wide smile, dropped everything and excitedly jumped up to hug the big man. “Am I ever glad to see you!” She squeezed him and kissed his cheek. “I thought gallantry was dead!” Reeve chuckled, sweeping her up into the air. “Nope, it isn’t dead, babe, it just got better.” Vela laughed. “It’s so good to be home. What’s new? What have I missed?” “Not too much, I guess.” Reeve flung the suitcase with ease over his shoulder, wrapped an arm around Vela and pulled her into his side as they walked toward the residential section of the Zone. She held his waist and rested her weary head against his chest. “Oh, there must be something. How is Slade then?” “I don’t know to be honest. We’re not together anymore,” he answered flatly. Vela knew something really awful must have happened for them to be separated, and judging by outward appearances, the spilt must have happened a while back. The large man was showing his depression. He stunk of booze, his stale smelling clothes were in a shambles and by the looks of it, he hadn’t shaved in weeks. As Reeve’s best friend, she was immediately concerned. When they reached her apartment, she soothingly rubbed his arms. “Reeve, we’ve known each other a long time. You’re my best friend and I care about you, and I hate to see you hurting like this.” 46
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Reeve looked out of one the hall windows. “Nah, I’m all right, Vela, don’t worry.” “You never were a good liar.” She sighed, searching his face and could see the tears coming on. “I’m here anytime, hun, day or night if you need to talk, and you know that, right?” She coaxed him to open up by staring straight into his dark blue eyes. Suddenly, Reeve clutched her tight, bawling into her hair. “My life is such a bloody mess, Vela—please help me!” She embraced him for a couple of minutes and then, when she was sure he was ready, let go and touched his face. “Let’s go inside, okay? Your life is nobody’s business but yours. There’s too many people watching and listening to us out here.” Reeve glanced behind, then nodded. “Yeah, I see.” **** Once inside the warmth and safety of Vela’s apartment, Reeve felt like he could finally relax a little. The cozy quarters were neat, clean and inviting. Vela loved her art and adorned the walls with old paintings, photographs and anything else she considered to be to her taste. She upholstered her couch and chair in darker earth tones and covered them with perfectly arranged matching pillows and throws. The soft chenille material of the throws was the same as the area carpet in the middle of the floor. The coffee table and end tables were made of cherry wood and positioned just right. Everything, from the black wrought iron lamps to the various trinkets set about the place, she chose with care and set out as equally neat. Vela had a good eye when it came to decorating and had seriously considered taking it up as a career before joining the Zone. She placed a mug of hot chocolate in Reeve’s hand, then sat beside him on the couch and contently sipped at her own 47
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steaming mug. “You’re waiting for me to spill my guts, aren’t you?” “No, Reeve, it’s none of my affair, no more than anyone else. And to be honest, hun, which you know this, I’m only here to listen if you need me to. If you don’t feel like talking, that’s fine, but if you do, that’s fine also.” Reeve looked away at the far wall, his lower lip began to ever so slightly quiver. He swallowed and blinked sending more tears that dampened his shirt, “I…I don’t know what to do…ever since this murder investigation started, I haven’t been myself— not that things were that great before…” **** Vela gently pulled him close, his stammering voice was a sign he wanted her to cuddle him, but was too ashamed to ask. Reeve snuggled down and set his head against her chest, crying. She affectionately stroked his hair. “How about, since I’m lost here, you start right from the very beginning.”
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Stunned, Astron’s small face wilted like a dying flower. “You what? How could you…I mean Zack’s ugly, cowboy, and Slade loves you.” The large man felt even more ashamed. He nodded, then let go to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Astron watched him cry. “Is Slade gone then?” “Yes, he’s gone.” The boy disparagingly looked away toward the cliffs and shoved his small fists inside his pockets. “I want you to live with me…if you still want to.” “No. I wanted both of you. Thanks anyway.” Astron hung his head and gloomily strolled back to the orphanage gates. The sharpshooter couldn’t believe how he’d messed up his own life, Slade’s and now Astron’s. He’d never realized that the kid was that attached to the both of them. After that disappointing, but inevitable conversation with Astron, Reeve wandered through the cobblestone streets of Triburn, only to stop temporarily for a couple of strong drinks at one of the local watering holes. The summer heat caused dehydration and enhanced his drunken state. And then with that mixture of alcohol, stale cigars and three-day-old antiperspirant that had long worn off, his smelly body matched his sickly appearance. Grumbling under his breath, he stumbled up the main road, forcing the other pedestrians out of his way. **** Chase wiped his brow with a neatly folded handkerchief, adjusted his belt and pulled down the baseball cap low to shade his eyes from the sun. The day was another scorcher and the pudgy little man could hardly keep a breath, let alone survive in this heat without a cool drink. Seeing the tall cowboy, Chase wondered 50
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how he could stand wearing that long riding coat in this kind of weather. He was sweating just watching the man walk around in it. “Aren’t you hot?” “Nope.” The response was monotone. Chase sighed and patted his brow dry again. He could smell the hard liquor on Reeve’s breath and the man’s pores reeked of it. “Tell you what, cowboy, I’ll buy you an ice tea if you don’t mind sitting with me for a bit. I’ve got a few things I’d like to discuss with you.” **** Reeve couldn’t have cared less and his body language showed it. “Yeah, whatever, Chase. It’s not like I have a choice.” The policeman kept talking as they walked. “Actually, Reeve, you do have a choice.” He looked away, pretending not to know what the cop was rambling on about. “Not while I’m working for you, I don’t.” “I wasn’t talking about this murder investigation. I was talking about your personal life.” “Surprise, surprise and just what would you know about my personal life?” Chase stopped at one of the local street vendors, a meal wagon and ordered two tall ice teas. “I know that your lover has dumped you.” “That’s old, try something new.” The little man eyed him while taking a sip of the ice tea. “I know you’re an alcoholic and your personality has changed because of it. Am I getting warmer?” Reeve’s lips tightened and he squinted, looking away. “I admit, I had a drink this afternoon, but that doesn’t mean I’m an 51
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alcoholic.” “Oh, no, of course not, son. Everybody has a stiff glass of scotch first thing. You know, hair of the dog and all.” Suddenly, the cop lashed out, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, cowboy, but I’ll tell you this much from experience—stop screwing up your life while you still have the chance!” Reeve flippantly barked back, “My life is none of your business, Dad!” “Stop shagging other men! Stop drinking! And then, start grovelling to the few bloody friends you do have left. Because I’ll tell you one thing, boy, if you keep carrying on the way you are, you can kiss it all goodbye!” Reeve shot out his arms, bawling like a baby. “I can’t live without him! I know it’s my fault. I know I really fucked up, but what can I do? He won’t speak to me. He won’t look at me—shit, he won’t even give me the time of day. It’s like I never existed in his life at all!” he loudly moaned. “So I drink! It’s all I have left…when I drink, I don’t have to think.” Chase half-smiled at some curious onlookers, then gently walked the large man down the nearest back alley. Reeve hung his head, sniffing. To say that Chase didn’t feel sympathy for him would be a lie. “Son, drinking isn’t the only thing you have left to live for. And I don’t believe for one moment that deep down in your heart you feel that way.” He patted his forehead dry again. “I know that I haven’t helped you, by adding more stress to your life. As of right now, you’re off this case.” It had to be a sick joke. Reeve blinked, wondering if he’d heard the man correctly. “What did you say?” “I said you’re off the case.” “You mean it?” The colour started to return to his pasty features. “Don’t be teasing me, copper.” “I sincerely mean it.” Chase grinned. “You’re done, go home, 52
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take a good long break, revaluate your life and then find the time to make things up to Slade.” Before the cop could say goodbye, the cowboy firmly shook his hand and was sprinting out of the alley. Suddenly, he felt like a ten-ton weight had been lifted from his shoulders and somehow things would get better, that he’d see his way through the mess. He had a much more promising outlook on what the future could hold and he knew full well, it was going to be a back breaking haul with a lot of apologizing, but now he had more of a reason than ever to change—Slade. It was only a few weeks since their separation and Reeve had at first given up hope, but now feeling rejuvenated, he was determined to stick to his promise, to work harder than before, to fight, to rekindle their relationship. After all, he’d spent almost seven years with the man. How could he just let it end the way it had. **** The swordsman munched on a tuna sandwich and sipped at a coffee. His eyes were burning from reading and grading so many term exams. Setting the neatly stapled, thin booklets of paper down, he let off a deep breath. His mind wasn’t on work anymore. Maybe it was the strain of everything going on the past few months, or perhaps the fact that he’d outgrown the position he held at the Zone. Either way, he was sick and tired of the same old routine. Plus, he was suffering with extreme bouts of depression and loneliness. Seven years was a long time to be with someone and for him, it was a bloody miracle. Before Slade had met Reeve, he’d hopped from one lover to the next and he’d never found any satisfaction, and he’d never made the attempt to work on things, but with Reeve it had always been different. The passion and love he felt for the cowboy, he’d 53
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never felt for any other person. So why was he afraid of the commitment? After all, that’s why their relationship problems started in the first place. He took another sip of the black liquid and wondered if he’d just been more understanding, given in a little, instead of being such a hard-ass, maybe none of this would’ve happened. The cowboy had been crying out for attention in his own way and the cadet leader had simply ignored the man. Slade sniffed, looking down at the remnants of the sandwich and then a tear trickled off his cheek. Pressing his forehead in a hand and jutting forward, he tried to mask his weeping from everyone else in the cafeteria. But soon, as the memories were stirred, his emotions were out of control, hiding his face in both hands, his muffled crying was heard throughout the vast hall. All the other younger cadets and leaders glanced in his direction. Some of them whispered to one another, while others were blatant enough to point. **** Reeve was sitting at the rear of the cafeteria and like all the other spectators, heard the crying. The whole time while eating his own lunch, he’d been watching his ex-lover. Feeling the guilt, the cowboy mustered up his courage, got up, shot everyone a nasty glare and walked over to Slade’s table. Quietly pulling out a chair, he sat down beside the man and placed his hat on the table. Reeve anxiously rubbed his large hands and hung his head, looking at a crack in the cement. He needed something to concentrate on. He mentally fought for the right words. He wanted to be as kind and sincere as possible, to somehow win Slade’s attention and keep him from taking off. “Please don’t 54
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leave, sweet cheeks…” Reeve whispered. “Give me a chance.” **** Slade froze at the sound of his deep voice. “Piss off, cowboy!” He sneered. “I can’t go on like this anymore and by the looks of it, neither can you.” He swallowed. “Can we go somewhere private, and talk?” Anything was better than to be humiliated further in front of his colleagues, so Slade grudgingly agreed. “Fine!” He barked in a hushed voice, “You lead, then.” Reeve put his hat on and attempted to help Slade carry all the paperwork, but the cadet leader heatedly snatched up the exams and marched past him. **** The sun hit them both with a blast as they entered the footpaths that led to the observatory and gardens near the exit from the cafeteria. The gardens were in full bloom, exuding fragrant scents of sweet, tart and musky perfumes into the air. It was a beautiful sight with the vibrant mix of colours. Once out of earshot and visual range from the eating area, Slade slowed his gait. Reeve jogged to catch up. “We haven’t spoken since you moved out.” “We’re not the best of friends any more, Reeve, and considering our break-up was less than pleasurable, why would we talk?” “So this is really it?” Reeve’s heart began to pound, “We’re through. What—just like that?” “I didn’t think you were that dense, cowboy.” Slade coldly 55
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eyed him. “Yeah, we’re bloody through. Why do you think I said all that, just to put things off for a while or what?” “No I…” Reeve folded his arms across his chest, his body feeling clumsy and weak. “I thought after we both calmed down, perhaps we could talk, maybe work things out somehow.” “Well, you thought wrong.” The large man couldn’t hold back the tears any more. His body fell completely apart and he shook. “What is it!? What have I done now? Please, Slade, tell me, because whatever it is, I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” Without warning, he grabbed the cadet leader and yanked him close, crying, “I love you!” **** Slade’s rage came on swift. The man was incredibly ignorant sometimes. His low voice peaked. “Oh my God! Let go of me! For starters, cowboy, you cheated! What the hell do you think our split up was about anyway?” He yanked himself loose from Reeve’s iron grip. “And then to top it all off, you’ve been lying to me, not once, but continually for months. You hide things and then of all the fucking bullshit, you become a nasty drunk!” He shouted in the sharpshooter’s face, “You drink constantly! You stink of booze! You’ve blown every dime we saved together! Then you get involved with the police and it gets worse! I don’t even know who you are anymore!” Slade stood back, breathing fast. “I’ll go to counselling, sweet cheeks. For you, I’d do anything if you’ll stay with me.” Reeve whispered, “I know I’m really screwed up right now. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I can’t do it alone Slade. You’re my life.” The swordsman’s heart ached and he was numbed to an everincreasing sadness. It was gut-wrenching to hear Reeve’s pain and to see the man fall apart like he was. All he wanted to do was 56
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hold him and tell him everything would be all right. He didn’t want to lose the cowboy’s devotion, but couldn’t bring himself to relent. Slade fought with every bit of strength he had not to cave in. “You’re not the man I once knew, Reeve. I can’t do this.” **** The sharpshooter clenched a fist and watched him leave. That was it! It was actually over between them and his optimistic outlook vanished. It was an image he thought he’d never have the luck to witness, but life, as he soon found out, was very unkind at times. His past was unfixable, his present a mess and the future unpredictable. There was nothing more he could do and for the very first time in his life, he thought death was truly the answer. To make matters worse, he was jolted back to reality by a senior cadet’s gloved hand that held out an envelope in front of his face. Blankly staring at the cadet for a minute, then casting his eyes to the white rectangle, he grunted, “What’s this?” He was scared to ask, but had to know. The Asian male shot him a priggish grin as if to say he knew very well what was in the envelope, but there was no way in hell he was going to reveal the contents. He was totally satisfied just to see Reeve squirm instead. “I’m not at liberty to divulge personal information, cowboy, as you know the Zone Laws state. But I can tell you this, I hear the unemployment line-ups at the Basiac Delta aren’t as long as here.” With that, he spun around on his boot heels and left. Now with shaking hands, Reeve swallowed as he tore open the envelope. It took a couple of minutes for the entire contents of the letter to sink in, but when it did, his life was through and that included his working life. Everything he’d so diligently 57
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worked to achieve was swept away within the blink of an eye. Not only had he lost his posting at the Zone, he’d been demoted to a lower ranking position with a dishonourable discharge, which meant a hefty pay cut and which also meant he was being sent to work as a reserve at Basiac Delta. As the letter read, his continued disgraceful personal habits, lack of value for Zone Zero Laws, lack of respect for fellow cadets and uncontrollable need to discredit outside authority as well, had forced the Zone Administration—head officials—to decide on some form of disciplinary action. And seeing no other alternative, as they put it, they decided that Reeve should leave immediately for his new posting with his final pay packet. The large man neatly folded the letter and put it back inside the envelope. Perhaps he was too shocked to react or perhaps it really wasn’t that big of surprise, but either way he looked at it, his situation couldn’t get any worse. He’d lost his lover and best friend, he’d lost his chance at being a father, he’d lost his home, his job and now his dignity—he’d hit rock bottom. There was nothing more to say and nothing more he could do except to leave quietly, never to be seen again. Slowly crumpling down to his knees, the large man choked up and wrapping his arms over his head, his entire body shook and he silently cried. His emotional wellbeing was the closest it had ever been to a nervous breakdown. He felt like he was, in all sense of the word, losing his mind. **** Clarence picked up the phone and when he heard the hoarse voice on the other end of the line, he let off a morose sigh. His brother’s incoherent, short-winded story of how his life was over took him unawares. “I’m on my way.” He absently watched as 58
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other soldiers walked past the phone booth and into the entrance of the Basiac Delta. “I can’t do this anymore,” Reeve said tightly. “I’m nothing but a fucking failure, Clarence.” He groaned into the receiver. “Listen to me, bro, don’t do anything stupid, okay? Just give me till the morning and I’ll be there.” Clarence intently listened to his older sibling’s weeping and his heart sank. “Reeve, are you listening to me?” “Yeah, I’m listening…” Reeve sniffed. “Be ready first thing, okay? And do me one favour tonight.” “What’s that?” “Don’t get drunk.” “Can you believe this, little brother. Here I am. I’m supposed to be the one setting an example for you and instead it’s you bailing me out.” He took a long pause, then his voice cracked, “I’m sorry, I’m such a screw-up, Clarence.” Clarence tried not to get weepy himself and cleared his throat. “You’re not a screw up. Did you know that ever since we were kids, you were my idol?” He smiled. “And you still are.” He waited as the other end went silent, but then continued with, “You’re all I have, Reeve. I love you, you’re my blood.” Reeve’s voice brightened. “Thanks and I love you, too.” The soldier grinned, wiping his eyes. “Yeah, well, just don’t go around telling everyone, okay. I do have an image to keep up. I do have fans.” Reeve burst out laughing. “No problem, bro, you’re secret is safe with me.” “I have to go, be ready by eight AM, okay?” “I’ll be ready.” Reeve hung up. ****
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Two weeks went by and Slade was finally done writing all the exams for a new position he’d applied for in a different military zone. He wasn’t able to work and live in Zone Zero any more. There were too many memories that flooded the halls and every room. No matter where he looked, he could hear the cowboy’s voice, see his face and smell his musk cologne. The general, along with all his friends, had pleaded with him to change his mind, to think things over with more care, but Slade had had enough. It was time to move on and it was time to improve on his life and that included his job. There was nothing more to live for except work. Being a highly sought after swordsman was his strength and all that he had left to look forward, too. Relationships were no longer an interest, as the last one had left a bitter taste in his mouth and since he was a workaholic, he figured everything would roll along effortlessly. If no one else was in his life, then that meant he’d finally have peace and contentment. It also meant there would be no one to argue with or to appease. His mistakes would be his own, and he could blame no one but himself. Slade had always felt he wasn’t very good with people in general and now he’d never have to worry about it again. As he threw his duffle bag with all his worldly possessions into the train compartment, he took one last thoughtful look at Zone Zero.
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Chapter Twenty-Two he fall months were now creeping forward with a definite shift in the ever-cooling winds from the north. The colours were in full bloom across every forest and the morning dew was transitioning into frost, coating every window at the secondary military base of the Basiac Delta. By the autumn months, every practicum was complete and every written exam was given a final mark, and the young cadets who’d strived to become the best were graded. The ones who passed would become full-fledged soldiers, moving on to their new posts all over the world. Clarence was no different than his older brother. He’d been in the military since the age of sixteen and was now working in the Special Forces Unit of Basiac Delta. He was another typical Taylor male—tall and muscular with handsome features and those signature dark, blue eyes. However, unlike Reeve, there were two small exceptions with Clarence—his hair was cropped short and chocolate brown like their father’s, and his big brother carried a much larger build, beating him by an extra five inches in height. Not long after Reeve had been posted in the Basiac, Slade had also shown up and Clarence wasn’t sure if Reeve knew his exlover was working at the same base. When Clarence picked up Reeve just a few weeks before, he’d never seen the man in such a dishevelled state. He stunk to high heavens of alcohol, his clothes
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needed to be cremated and he appeared to have aged ten years. During the ride home, Reeve had puked no less than six times and constantly shook while begging Clarence to stop for a drink. He had tried everything to help Reeve get his life back on track, but the cowboy was stubborn and though he’d slowed the boozing to somewhat of a minimum, it wasn’t enough. The drinking was gradually beginning to cause him problems with his new job. Clarence understood Reeve’s depression and bitterness, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that the large man had brought most of the misery upon himself. The solider loaded his sidearm and then slid the weapon into its holster. Propping his right boot on top of a bench, he checked another small handgun strapped to his calf and then adjusted his baton. Every second weekend, he’d pull a double shift. The first part of the night he’d do his usual job as a Special Forces Soldier in the Archery Division and keep watch at the desert plains to the south of Basiac Delta. Then when it was time to clock out, he’d do a second shift as an MP and guard the inside of the Basiac Delta apartment blocks, which included all the interior recreational units such as the pubs. The Basiac Delta was very different from Zone Zero as most of their soldiers had served for over ten years, had wives and children, and were paid through government funds, where Zone Zero had much younger recruits and most of their finances were created through private funding from corporations who had contracts to test new weapons. Clarence pushed his helmet back, grimacing because the head covering always made his scalp itch. He then mustered a yawn. Slade, neatly pressed and in his new uniform, came around a sharp corner at the west end of the wide hall near the front entrance and then stopped short at seeing Reeve’s brother. 62
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Clarence noticed the bright red and black uniform immediately. “How are you doing, Slade?” “Good, thanks, and you?” “Not bad, a little tired. I just finished my surveillance shift in the plains.” Clarence sensed by Slade’s acrid demeanour something was wrong. “You don’t look overly happy. Is everything all right?” **** “Yeah, I suppose.” Shaking his head, Slade promptly changed his mind and decided not to say anything. “It’s nothing, thanks anyway, Clarence.” Before he could leave, the younger man held his arm, speaking up in a quieter tone. “Come on, Slade. We’ve known each other for years, and I am your friend, you can tell me. The soldiers haven’t been giving you a rough time, have they? The Delta is a harder bunch than the Zone.” Slade let off a firm sigh while coldly eyeing him. “No, it’s nothing like that. How long have you known that Reeve was posted here?” The MP wore a nervous smile, then shrugged, trying to avoid the issue, “All along. But what does it matter now anyway, you two aren’t together.” “It does bloody matter, Clarence!” snapped Slade with an icy tone. “I have to live and work here. You know he saw me today?” “So what, he saw you, Slade.” “So what!” Slade looked him directly in the eyes. “I’ll tell you what, Clarence. He made a scene and a complete ass out of himself. He was friggin’ corked again and started spewing his undying love for me in front of my superiors.” Slade leaned into his face, snarling, “You’re his brother and you’re the law around 63
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here, so next time I expect you to deal with it and if you don’t, I will!” **** The MP felt bad for Reeve. He knew the only reason his brother was acting out was because he couldn’t control his feelings for Slade, but in the same breath, he felt sympathy for the commander because the man didn’t deserve to be humiliated in public. The situation was a personal one and not something that should be aired out in the open, and especially in front of a group of men who could ruin your life. Using a persuasive tone, Clarence tried to appeal to Slade’s sensitive side—well at least he hoped the man had one. “I know it’s none of my business, Slade, but the cowboy is my brother and I do care about him. Couldn’t you at least try talking to him?” He paused. “Perhaps if you did, this would stop once and for all.” Slade’s face hung low and, folding his arms tight across his chest, his defiance was apparent. “Do you have any idea what your brother has put me through? Do you, Clarence?” “Yes, he told me everything.” Clarence attempted to sound sincere. “I realize you’re hurt, but I also know my brother is hurting as well and even as we speak, he’s killing himself with the guilt over your break-up. He may have done some real shitty things, Slade, but it takes two to tango and I think maybe you should reconsider how hard you’re being on him.” Taking the commander aback, his voice became firmer. “He’s my brother, Slade, and I don’t want to lose him just because you’re too fucking self-absorbed to admit your fault in all this.” Slade blinked, breathing fast as Clarence shot him a curt salute, then marched down the east wing.
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**** It was Thanksgiving weekend, which meant turkey dinner with all the fixings, mounds of stuffing, booze to the excess and pumpkin pie. Most of the soldiers listed as off duty went home for the holidays to spend time with their relatives and friends, while others were still deemed active and remained at their posts until shift change. And Slade Igerman was one such soldier. His rank gave him the privilege to take the time off if he so wished, but the swordsman saw no point when he didn’t have any family, his friends lived too far away and he no longer had a significant other. During the holidays in the past, it had always been Reeve’s family he’d spent time with and he had to admit, he sure did miss Mrs. Taylor’s home cooking. The woman was a genius in the kitchen and over the years, he’d grown quite attached to her. She spoilt him rotten like her own sons. Right at that moment, Slade missed Reeve and his dysfunctional family. There was a knock at the door and a senior officer poked his head inside the dimly lit office. “Don’t tell me you’re going to sit here all night, man.” “Pardon…” Slade quickly sat back. “Oh sorry, Jake, I didn’t hear you. Did you say something?” The older man smirked. “I was just saying, I hope you’re not going to waste the evening cooped up in here.” “I was just reading over the latest weapons brochure. The Helix Corporation claims it’s their best line of weapons, yet.” Slade motioned to a five hundred-page booklet sitting open on the desk. “I have to decide which ones the Delta should order for training purposes and such—makes for a lousy read. To be honest, I have nothing else to do. In truth, I’m a sad excuse for a human being.”
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**** Jake was six years Slade’s senior. He was an unpretentious blond with pale blue eyes that complimented his attractive features and who ran the ammunitions department. He’d also been interested in the younger commander since his arrival. Tonight he was heading out to a party at a local pub where the only way in was by invite. It was strictly an officers’ party and he hoped the swordsman would accompany him. The man’s shoulder notched into the wall with both arms bent over his chest. “I’m heading to Hot Shots, it’s a pub on the main strip in the city and I was wondering if you’d like to join me?” **** Slade’s mind was elsewhere. “Hot what?” Jake laughed, shaking his head, then pressed both hands, palms down on the edge of the mahogany desk. “Listen, Slade, I’ve got to be brutally honest here…” The swordsman slowly looked up at the blond. “You’re a good looking man and I’ve been infatuated with you since you arrived at the Delta. And I’m really interested in getting to know you, perhaps on a more intimate level—if you get my drift. But that isn’t going to happen if you constantly ignore me or turn down offers like this one.” He paused. “So what do you say, Slade? How about it? You, me and an evening alone with a bottle of wine?” **** His grin was definitely attractive, almost infectiously attractive and Slade could picture them having an awesome evening of sex, 66
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but for some inexplicable reason, the enthusiasm just wasn’t there. Maybe it was the fact that once bitten, twice shy, or perhaps it was the fact that Slade still had feelings for the cowboy, though he’d never admit it out loud. Either way, the big blond didn’t do it for him sexually or otherwise and even for the sake of a little fun, the swordsman couldn’t seem to compromise his position on the matter. “I’m really grateful for the invite, Jake, but no thanks.” **** The answer was cold and flat, and the ammunitions officer was somewhat offended. “You know, you need to seriously give your head a shake, Slade.” “Excuse me!” the commander snapped. “I heard all about the infamous Mr. Reeve Taylor, the sharpshooter, and what he did to you. And I can tell you this much, that dog’s done, boy. Once a cheating bastard, always one, in my book.” “You don’t know anything about the situation!” Slade eyed him with distaste, then looked out the window, focusing on the lights of the Delta. “And I’d appreciate it if you’d mind your own business. You don’t have a right to pass judgment over Reeve.” “Oh yes I do, Slade. I know his kind very well. My lover and I were together ten years when I caught him shagging the evidence room clerk, and I can tell you it hurts just that much more when it’s a woman.” **** Clarence had come down from his apartment on the fourth floor. He’d finished his rounds and the remainder of the weekend was 67
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his to enjoy as he saw fit. The brunette went to knock on the commander’s office door when he heard the tail end of an argument. He held his fist back to eavesdrop. **** “I’m sorry to hear that, Jake. Life’s the shits,” Slade continued to stare out the window. “So what…do you think that Reeve wouldn’t do it again and again to you? If that’s what you honestly think, then perhaps you deserved it!” “Did I ask for your opinion?” All of sudden the swordsman was leaning over the desk, yelling, “You’re just bent out of shape because I won’t let you ball me, Jake! So don’t try and cover it up with either of our personal issues here! I don’t want your fucking sympathy—actually I don’t want anyone’s sympathy! What I choose to do is my business!” Just as fast as Slade’s temper flared, it dropped to a relatively calm nothing, “I didn’t ask for you to come here tonight. Get out.” “I never would’ve believed it, but shit, the rumours are true…” The blond recoiled from the desk as if a rattlesnake had bitten him. He couldn’t believe how bloody unfriendly and calculating the man was. “You really are a cold, condescending and selfish prick. And if this was what the cowboy had to deal with, then I don’t blame the man for cheating and drinking himself to death. Hell I’d do the same!” Clarence hit the wall as the blond opened the door, leered close and then strode past. **** Slade dropped into the chair, staring at the desk, his vision 68
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blurred. Rage was the key. It was that all powerful emotion that he used to stop the other emotions from surfacing, to compensate for a miserable existence and it kept him from feeling anything that remotely resembled human traits. It proved easier to blame everyone else. Nevertheless, for some strange reason, the blond had hit a nerve and the swordsman choked up. Slade didn’t want to spend the rest of his life alone—who does—but at that moment, he felt very much alone. He didn’t want to be married to his work and he didn’t want to be a cold, condescending prick that no one would give the time of day. The cowboy came to mind and his heart ached. “Hey…” Clarence lightly tapped a knuckle to the door and it crept open. “How are you doing?” Slade nearly suffered heart failure and was quick to wipe away any evidence that he’d been crying. “Hey…” He forced an overly cheerful smile. “Good. And you?” “All right I guess. Listen, I stopped by to see if you’re busy?” “Busy…” “Yeah, my mom’s making Thanksgiving dinner and I know you’re alone, and you always claimed to love her cooking— anyway I just thought you might like to keep me company. I’ll need someone on my side when the old man starts drinking.” Slade sniffed while adjusting his jacket, “What about, Reeve?” “What about him?” “Shit you know what I’m asking, Clarence. Is the cowboy going to be there? Because if he is, I appreciate the invite and you can thank your mother, but you can count me out.” **** He had to make a quick decision whether to lie or not. Clarence shoved both hands deep into his jean pockets. “Nope. He’s gone 69
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back to the Zone for the weekend. Last I heard, Vela was in town and she invited him to have Thanksgiving dinner with her.” **** “Seriously?” “Yep, as far as I know. So what do you say? There’s going to be real cranberry sauce—not that store bought tinned shit—and stuffing, and the best yummy pumpkin pies in the whole of the Basiac Delta.” Slade could feel it in his bones that this wasn’t going to be a good idea, but on the other hand, he really didn’t want to play the hermit, and the thought of turkey smothered in gravy made his stomach rumble. The greasy food in the pub downstairs didn’t come to mind as being particularly appetizing. “Well, man, what do you say?” Clarence half-grinned, trying to coax him further. “My mother made the pumpkin pie with the real whipped cream…” A handsome smile filled the commander’s face. “Yeah, it sounds awesome, Clarence. Sure I’ll come,” Slade shut the lamp off and grabbed his heavy winter coat. “Great!” Clarence patted his back. “You haven’t mentioned it, but do you like working for the Delta?” **** Reeve slumped into a chair at the kitchen table. His mother was still chattering away, slid a beer across the table to him, ignorant to her child’s depression. “We haven’t seen you in so long and you never phone. So how have you been?” He sadly frowned, twisting the cap off the bottle. “Friggin’ great, Mom.” 70
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“That’s good. You know Clarence has passed all his exams. He’s really doing so well, you’d be proud of him.” The large man took an equally large swig of the warm ale and grimaced, placing it back on the table. He listened to his mother go on and on about his younger sibling, like the guy was a god. It made him sick and after a few minutes, he blew up. “Jeez, Mom, did you hear me? I said I was doing friggin’ great…I was being sarcastic…don’t you even give a shit how I feel or what’s going on in my life?” She blinked, easing back into her seat and Reeve’s father glared at him from across the room. “Have some bloody respect, boy!” The cowboy slammed a fist into the table and roared at him. “Shut the fuck up, old man! I’m so sick and tired of being treated like I’m scum because of my sexual preference—like I’m not worth the air I breathe! I have bloody feelings, you know!” He leapt from the chair, bellowing at his stunned parents. “Slade left me! We were together seven years! I love the guy—you know, really love him and for once, just this once, I’d like your bloody support! I don’t want to hear about Clarence the friggin’ apple of your eye. Did you know he’s gay, too, Dad…huh? I bet you didn’t know that, did you?” His father immediately looked away, taking another short swig from his beer. “Yeah, ignore me. It’s easier that way, isn’t it? Reeve’s fucking spewing, again he’ll stop then I can go back to being the drunken prick I’ve always been!” His mother stood up and hesitating at first, finally touched his face. “He left you?” The cowboy folded his large arms across his chest and his eyes began to burn again. “Yeah, I miss him, Mom.” She frowned and abruptly hugged him. “I’m so sorry, 71
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sweetheart…so sorry…please don’t cry.” Reeve clung to her, squeezing as his father got up. **** The hard, well-aged man shot a look of revulsion at his child. He really couldn’t give two shits what the boy felt and slamming the front door, was gone. ****
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frowned. “Stay for dinner, all right?’ She passed him another beer. “Clarence will be here at any moment and he wanted to see you. He loves you. He’s bringing a friend.” She laughed, shaking her head. “He’s so bloody ashamed. I think the fellow is his boyfriend or something. He clams up when I ask. He’s not like you, so bold.” Thelma got up and hugged his face into her chest, then kissed his forehead. “You made a mistake, sweetheart, you’re human. Slade knows that. Just let him cool off.” “Yeah, I know, time.” She pinched his cheeks. “You’re so damned cute.” “Mother, please…” Reeve groaned rolling his eyes. “Couldn’t you see one girl? Just for me and get her pregnant? I’d love one grandchild.” The sharpshooter sullenly eyed her, resting his head on a tight fist, “No, Mother. Ask Clarence.” “I already have.” Hearing the front door open, Mrs. Taylor shot through the house. Reeve watched her leave and finished the last of his second beer. As the muffled voices became louder and clearer, the cowboy sat bolt upright, then the man stared dumbfounded as his brother and Slade walked into the room. All four people looked at one another equally abashed. Slade swore under his breath, “Shit I should’ve known…” He shot a look of pure distain at Clarence. “I thought you said he wouldn’t be here!” Mrs. Taylor nervously giggled and grappled the cadet commander before he could make a beeline for the door. “Come on, Slade, honey, I haven’t seen you for such a long time, you’re staying for dinner.” He went to speak, but froze as Reeve punched his brother in 73
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the face. The cowboy was instantly jealous and flew right off the handle. “You asshole—how could you!” Clarence rammed into his larger sibling, tackling him to the floor. “Why don’t you shut up, Reeve!” He panted. “I brought him here for you!” Bewildered, Reeve’s grip eased on his throat, “You did?” “Yeah, shit the guy whines so bloody much about you, I had to do something!” Slade’s face sagged to a grim scowl. “Thanks, Clarence. Just great. If you’ll excuse me.” “Please…” Reeve scrambled to his feet, begging. “Can we talk?” **** Mrs. Taylor saw enough and decided to intervene. Hastily taking Slade by the arm, she forcefully dragged him through to the rear of the house. “Now, enough of the petty shit, Igerman, my son’s dying here!” She shoved him into Reeve’s old bedroom, then yelled at the cowboy, “You get your ass in here now and talk to this man once and for all!” Reeve stupidly gawked at her as the woman also pushed him into the small room. Once in the room, he spun around as the door was locked on them both. **** The smaller man cursed, dropping down on the bed. “Don’t bother, cowboy. You’ll be wasting your breath!” “She won’t let us out, blade boy, so I’ll fucking say what I want to!” 74
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The commander sprang to his feet, jabbing a finger. “Screw you! I’m not interested anymore!” Reeve looked at the smaller man’s tense face. “I love you.” Slade shoved him out of the way, “Yeah, right!” He repeatedly yanked on the doorknob, grumbling. “I do with all my heart. I made one mistake, Slade, and you hate me for it. Why can’t you just forgive me for balling, Zack? I thought you loved me?” The swordsman turned around, leaning up into his face. “I do love you!” he cried. “But you’re so bloody blind, cowboy. I forgave you for that long ago. It was a mistake. I understood,” he yelled, shooting out his arms. “But I thought you were my best friend, my companion! You lied to me, Reeve, and that’s what fucking hurts! Then you become a drunk and a nasty one who’s always fighting with me. You lied about that. You lied about the murder case.” He stepped back and hurriedly wiped his eyes. “Instead of just coming out and saying it, you lied. Then I find out through Laird. How the hell can I ever trust you again?” He directed his line of sight to the wall and his low voice dropped in pitch. “I don’t give a shit about the sex. I understand you never meant it to happen. It’s through. But the lying, Reeve…jeez how do I know you haven’t lied to me before?” **** The room went deathly quiet. Reeve swallowed. He was bereft of speech and didn’t have the faintest idea how to respond. “I am sorry, Slade. I just thought…” He shook his head, plunking down on the bed. “I don’t know what I thought. I was terrified you’d leave me again.” He smirked, staring at the floor. “But you did anyway.” He began to choke up while hanging his head. “I never meant to hurt you.” 75
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**** Slade watched the sharpshooter for the longest time and, hearing the man cry, his heart ached and he wondered if he’d taken things too far with the issue of lying, that he’d allowed his jealousy and ego to get the better of him. **** Reeve blinked a few times as different articles of clothing hit the floor by his feet and the commander’s boots made a thud. Slowly wiping his eyes, he turned as the mattress sank from behind. He stared at Slade’s naked body and there was instant arousal. The sharpshooter inadvertently tensed up, reluctant to move. “What are you doing?” The smaller man quite casually signalled for him to come closer with the flick of a hand. Reeve nervously shifted and the swordsman clasped his head and kissed his lips hard. Slade felt up for his hat and flung it aside, then pulled back. “How about we make love to one another? I’m dying for it.” Snivelling and shaking, Reeve nodded and fought with his clothes. “Yeah, I want to real bad, sweet cheeks.” Slade helped toss his clothes aside and Reeve lay down on top of him. Soon as their hot flesh finally touched after months of separation, they both groaned. Reeve could feel the excitement burn throughout his body. He was rock hard and desperate to feel his lover, but he wanted to be slow and affectionate as possible. He held the nape of Slade’s neck as the swordsman massaged his back and kissed his throat. Taking his time, his warm breath caressed the man’s jaw and 76
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lightly touched his chin. Slade’s head tilted back and he smiled as the cowboy’s lips reached his mouth. Reeve closed his eyes moaning as their tongues searched the others mouth. As the intensity of the kissing increased, Reeve clutched his head becoming more fervent, then easing his mouth away, he gently rubbed Slade’s face. It was the most passion he’d ever felt with the commander. The world could’ve exploded and neither would’ve have noticed, they were both so deeply wrapped up in the moment. Panting, Slade grappled his body and pressed his pelvis up repeatedly into Reeve’s, waiting for the penetration. Reeve slid a large hand down between Slade’s moist, hot thighs, held his rigid member in position and guided it into the small hole. Slade lost every ounce of his breath as the cowboy’s large head stretched his anus and then vanished inside him. It burned with pain at first and he trembled clinging to Reeve’s body. The sharpshooter watched his face crease as he pushed farther and knew it was too much. It had been a long time since they’d coupled and Reeve wanted the man to enjoy it, not suffer. Gently easing back out, he wiped Slade’s tears away and whispered in his ear, “Wait, sweet cheeks, all right.” The swordsman nodded, seeing him grab the coat, then sit up and wipe the jell on his penis. Reeve put some on his fingers as well and Slade immediately shifted his ass down closer to him. The cowboy got comfortable on top again and while kissing his mouth, placed a finger inside. **** Slade moaned, holding him, then winced. The lubricant was cold and felt slightly unpleasant, but as Reeve gently pumped his 77
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turned down to minimum and she wiped her sweaty face with the apron, then plunked down across from Clarence. Sitting there for a moment and hearing the bed springs squeak, Mrs. Taylor blushed, fiddling with her apron, and cleared her throat. “So, son, how have you been?” Clarence burst out laughing. “Do you think they’ve made up, Mom?” She scowled and belted his shoulder, “Don’t be rude!” **** Dripping in perspiration, Reeve slowly kissed Slade’s lips then got up and stumbled across the floor. The cadet commander rested on his elbows, grinning at the cowboy. “Are you all right?” Reeve dreamily nodded. “Yeah, Slade, why wouldn’t I be?” Totally dazed and stark naked, Reeve dully staggered out from his childhood bedroom. His body was pumped up and searching for air, he blankly looked at his mother and brother. Mrs. Taylor glanced at him, “I take it, Slade forgave you?” Beaming from ear to ear, he eagerly nodded. “That’s good. Could you tell him dinner’s ready. Oh and, Reeve honey, do me a favour first?” The cowboy blinked, watching her. “Yeah, Mom, what?” “Put some clothes on…I may be your mother, but I do need to keep my meal down!” Amidst Clarence howling with laughter and even Slade chuckling from the bedroom, Reeve went bright red and dashed for the bathroom. Slade emerged, partially dressed from the bedroom and nodded to Clarence, then followed Reeve’s lead. The large man was already in the shower, washing down 79
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when he heard the door click shut. “Is that you, you little shit?” “No it’s me.” Slade laughed, shaking his head. The cowboy’s face lit up into that famous flirtatious grin and he poked his head out from behind the shower curtain. “You want to clean up as well?” “Depends, cowboy…” Slade zipped up his fly. “If you’ll actually allow me to clean up.” He slid the curtain aside. “I swear, sweet cheeks, I’ll let you get cleaned up.” The commander suspiciously eyed him for a moment, then stripped his jeans off. Reeve shifted out of the way and let him stand under the stream of hot water, then to the swordsman’s surprise, the large man gingerly handed him the soap. Slade glanced back and began to lather up. Reeve calmly watched his body streak with the suds and he developed a boner again. Slade’s hot, rosy flesh looked so damned sexy and since they’d been apart for so long, he could feel those old lusty feelings arise. When they were together in the past, Reeve could have easily had the man day and night with very minimal effort. There was something about Slade’s lean and well-toned physique that drove him to a yearning he could never control and as well as the fact, he was more in love with the man then he’d ever been. The separation had served one purpose at least, Reeve swore to himself, he’d never screw up again and realized he couldn’t live without Slade, not truly in a happy manner anyway. He was madly in love. **** Slade ran his head under the water, rinsing the shampoo away, then his body stiffened as Reeve pressed up against his back. He felt the cowboy’s large hands glide over his hips and to his groin 80
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over and it dwindled down to a heightened sense of emotional satisfaction, Slade hugged him tight, thoroughly content and smiled, placing his head on Reeve’s chest. The cowboy held him and stroked the wet, brown hair. “I’ve missed you.” “I’ve missed you, too.” “Yeah, well, are we going to eat sometime tonight or are you two going to screw non-stop?” Reeve frowned with the sudden intrusion of his brother’s voice and quickly yanked Slade back from the water, growling. “I’m warning you—you little shit! If you touch that handle, you’re dead!” Clarence rapped his fingers on the toilet lever. “I’m counting, bro…one…” Reeve sprang out from the shower stall and Slade quickly turned the water off. Clarence laughed his bag off as his older sibling slammed him into the wall. “Two…” He chuckled. “Hey, bro, relax, all right, Mom and I are just sick of waiting.” Reeve gripped the scruff of his neck. “Listen, you friggin’ turd, don’t walk in on me again or I’ll kick your ass!” Clarence shielded his head as the cowboy purposely whipped the long, soaking tendrils of hair across his face. **** Mrs. Taylor was truly in her element as she set out the massive platter of turkey. Cooking was her forte. All three men could scarcely contain the anticipation. The mouth-watering aroma of the stuffing and steaming gravy filled the atmosphere, making everyone smile. If the meal tasted half as good as it looked, then Slade decided he’d hire her for Christmas. 82
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Mrs. Taylor grinned, proud as could be. Before taking a seat, she held each man’s face and kissed his forehead. “I’m so glad we’re all here together as a family should be. I’ve missed each of you so much…now,” she laid a napkin across her lap, “dig in and enjoy, boys!” No one asked or even cared where Reeve’s father was. Everyone knew the odds were that he was at the local watering hole, probably drunker than lord knows what and eating some soggy fish and chips. Blair wasn’t an overly friendly or social man, and since he’d spent his entire married life pickled, no one bothered with him. Reeve had no use for his father. Clarence was a touch more tolerant, but that was only because Reeve took the beatings and abuse for him as a child. Their mother slept in the spare room and had for years. She worked and had her own circle of friends. Thelma and Blair lived completely separate lives. As for Slade, he only had one articulate conversation with the man and soon as Blair was made aware of the fact that Slade was a fag and seeing his son, he never spoke to the swordsman again. Not that Slade gave a shit. He had the awkward displeasure of breaking up a few fights between Reeve and his father. The arrangement suited everyone well and they enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner in relative peace. Clarence took a healthy serving of peas and corn. Passing the bowl on, Reeve was the first to get hold of the platter of turkey while Slade dumped a scoop of mashed potatoes on his plate and Mrs. Taylor spread a freshly baked bun with butter. The cowboy was the first to sample the food, and his expression said it all. He covered his mouth with the napkin. “Holy shit, Mom!” Satisfied, he grinned, pointing at the food with his fork. “This is unbelievable.” “Language, love. It is Thanksgiving.” She blushed, taking a 83
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bite of the bun. “But thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” Slade avidly nodded. “It is really good, Thelma.” “Oh for crumbs-sake, don’t call me that, Slade, honey. Hell, now I feel real old. Just call me mom.” She eyed him and polished off the last of her wine. “So what’s the verdict?” “Verdict?” He cut into a slice of turkey. “She means you two, your relationship. I’m a bit curious, too.” Clarence looked at his brother. “Are you going to give it another shot?” “Hell yeah!” Reeve confidently announced. “Why wouldn’t we?” “I wasn’t asking you, bro…” The younger man cracked open a bottle of carbonated water. He knew the decision was primarily Slade’s. Slade gradually fanned the table. Mother and sons were staring at him—waiting with baited breath. He hated being put on the spot. **** Reeve was getting a bit worried. The cowboy’s hands hung limp over the plate. “You’re sure taking a long time to answer, Slade.” “It’s nothing, Reeve.” He flashed an anxious smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll make another go of it.” The sharpshooter instantly lost his appetite. He knew Slade too well not to pick up on the lack of enthusiasm in his voice, not to mention the fake smile plastered across his face. “Can we talk alone…do you mind?” He excused himself from the table. “Thanks, Mom.” Soon as the swordsman came within reach, Reeve had him by the arm, guiding him into the adjacent hallway so they were out of sight. “What’s going on, sweet cheeks?” The cowboy 84
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whispered, “Are we together or not?” “We’re together, cowboy, of course.” The answer came faster this time and Slade actually seemed self-assured. “Why do you ask?” “You didn’t sound overly thrilled with the idea in there…” He jerked a thumb. “And I thought maybe I was a fool and jumped the gun with my hell yeah…” Reeve folded his arms. “Tell me everything’s going to be good between us.” **** Slade had his misgivings in the beginning and during the makeup sex, but after thinking things through with more care, he knew he couldn’t live without the man. He tried to reassure the cowboy. “Don’t worry.” He sighed, loosing that handsome smile that Reeve loved so much. “It’s going to be better than before, I promise.” “Really, you mean it…” “Yeah, I do.” The swordsman’s face got closer and the cowboy slowly bent toward him like he was a magnet. The two men briefly looked at one another. Then there was a lengthy kiss. “So how about desert? I didn’t come to this restaurant to leave empty handed.” Reeve chuckled. “Don’t freak out, sweet cheeks. Mom has made her famous pumpkin pie.” “And what about the whip cream? I can’t have pie without the whipped cream.” “It’s there, too,” Reeve stopped him. Slade looked at his large hand first, then his body was forced back against the wall. “Seriously speaking, I’ll give you reason enough to trust me 85
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again…if you’ll let me.” Slade groaned putting a hand to the cowboy’s soft hair. The kiss was intense and left him a bit breathless and disorientated. “Stay the night?” Slade walked away. “Sure.” Reeve followed the swordsman, eagerly rubbing his hands and beaming from ear to ear like a little boy. He was happier than a pig in shit and it showed. Clarence quietly laughed. “So everything’s been worked out?” Mrs. Taylor put the knife into the pie, slicing. “Yep. If you don’t mind, Mom, Slade’s going to stay the night.” She plopped a spoonful of cream onto a piece of pie. “Reeve, honey, you’re a grown man so there’s no need to ask. Slade’s always welcome—shit, he can move in for all I care!” “If you cook like this on a daily basis, I might consider it, Mom!” Slade grinned, chewing. The woman laughed. “Oh sure…” “So what’s on the agenda for rebuilding this relationship?” asked Clarence. “Counselling is a given,” Slade answered. Reeve almost gagged on his spoon. “That’s not a bad idea and I know of a really good one in the city. She’s fairly new to the practice and expensive, but I’ve heard she’s worth the money.” “Oh and rehab.” Slade jabbed the air with a fork. “That’s another must. I refuse to live with an alcoholic.” “Agreed, but in order to overcome the addiction, Reeve has to admit he has a problem.” Clarence put another piece of pie in his mouth. “And that’s where the counselling may prove useful.” “Excuse me…” Reeve quickly eyed them both. “I am in the 86
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room you know!” “Shh, honey,” Mrs. Taylor joined in. “Obviously you’ve given this some serious thought, Slade. What kind of rehab are we talking about? Just alcohol or does it also include drugs.” “Hey now, wait just a friggin’ minute…” the cowboy tried to intervene. “You know I don’t use drugs, Mom!” “Reeve, honey, please. Let Slade answer.” “I think I can answer that!” “No. Drugs aren’t the issue here, unless there’s something Reeve hasn’t told me…” Everyone ogled the large man for a second or two. Reeve’s face sagged in disbelief. “What the…” “Well, do you?” Clarence cut a second piece of pie. “If you do, this would be the time to come clean.” “What do you think—you little shit!” Reeve indignantly glared. “Of course I don’t do drugs!” “Well, at any rate, the rehab has to be a part of the healing process along with the counselling.” Slade leaned back. He felt like a stuffed turkey himself. “And I’m willing to spill my guts, too. I’m pretty sure there are a few skeletons in my closet that are due to be purged.” “Yeah, like the reason why you’re so friggin’ uptight, sweet cheeks,” Reeve’s chuckling faded. The others were eyeballing him again and he felt highly uncomfortable. “All right, so my stab at humour wasn’t funny—so sue me!” Slade sighed, ignoring him. “Once the rehab is a success, which I’m certain it will be.” He glanced at the cowboy. “Going back to work would be good. Reeve needs to boost his selfesteem and the best thing to do that is returning to work. Plus picking up an old hobby or two wouldn’t hurt either.” “You know…” Reeve stabbed a finger. “You’re starting to sound just like my friggin’ father, blade boy!” 87
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“The truth hurts.” “And you stay out of this, you bloody shit!” he barked at Clarence. “I know I’ve got a few things I need to iron out, but you sitting here and talking like I’m non-existent hurts. Shit, Slade, you must really despise me to embarrass me like this in front of my family.” The cowboy stood up and threw his napkin down. “I don’t need this shit!” “I’m not trying to embarrass you, I’m trying to make you see how I feel and what I need out of this relationship.” Slade really wasn’t keen on airing their dirty laundry, but at this point, he was willing to try anything once. “I care about you, Reeve, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to live the rest of my life with a man who stinks of booze every day! And then decides to rough me up when he’s had a moment of relapse!” The cowboy grimaced, wavering in the living room. “Let’s face it, everyone knows you’ve got a drinking problem except you!” Slade pushed the chair away from the table. “The only way our relationship is going to survive is if we’re honest with one another. I don’t want another break-up, Reeve…” It hit Slade hard—the fear of losing the man permanently and his eyes started to burn. “Jake came to see me this afternoon…” “Jake…” Reeve turned around. “Yeah, I know him. He’s that blond guy who’s in charge of the ammunition division.” Slade folded his arms tight across his chest. He was falling apart, but tried hard to conceal it. The cowboy glanced at his mother and brother who were clearing away the dishes. The swordsman was damned near in tears. Reeve spoke quieter. “What about him, blade boy? Did he hurt you? If he hurt you, I’ll break his friggin’ neck.” “No! No, he didn’t hurt me, jeez…” Slade sniffled, feeling like a total idiot. “He asked me out on date, Reeve…” He ashamedly looked away. “I said no.” 88
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**** “Ha that’s good!” Reeve felt a huge sense of relief. “Shit you had me scared there for a second, blade boy!” “No, you don’t understand.” The smaller man made eye contact. “He’s asked me more than once and each time I turned him down because I love you…but if you hurt me again…” The sharpshooter was quick to embrace him. “Don’t say it, Slade, please don’t say it…” He was near in tears himself. “Fine, you win…you win…” The swordsman hedged, then gave in to his own emotional needs and put his face to the cowboy’s chest, hugging him. “I was a right, asshole.” Reeve took a deep breath. This was it, his moment to confess and make good on his word. His dark blue eyes focused intently on his mother and brother in the background. “I want you to know…I’m an alcoholic…” Mrs. Taylor stopped washing the dishes and Clarence shut the fridge door. Both gave the cowboy their undivided attention. Drawn to a serious pose, Reeve looked at the commander. “I’ve been a right prick the last two years. I lied. I cheated on my lover. I blew our savings…and I drank myself stupid. I want to get better and I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” “Thanks…” Slade whispered, letting him go. “You owe me big time, blade boy.” Reeve wiped each eye. “I just made a colossal ass of myself for you. If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.” Slade couldn’t resist and laughed. “Yeah, cowboy, you’d better be good or else I might take him up on his offer!” He drove a finger into his chest. “So watch your step.” Reeve smirked, then without warning, tackled the smaller man and put him in a headlock. Slade cursed a blue streak. The larger man shook with mirth. “If that bastard ever comes near 89
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you again, I’ll give him a reason to pray!” “A little jealous!” Slade squealed, pushing to get away. “Ah yeah, sweet cheeks—no one balls you but me, babe!” “Okay that’s it! I swear, cowboy!” Slade strained, then punched his gut. “How many times do I have to say it—I’m not a woman!” Clarence chuckled, flopping out on the couch. “Anyone for a game of Sager?” “No!” Both men hollered in unison.
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Chapter Twenty-Three here was a three-week waiting list to see the counsellor. The swordsman spent over an hour on the phone just trying to book the appointment and when he did manage to speak to someone, there was a good twenty minutes of questions from the counsellor’s assistant. Slade marked the calendar. Then the day of the appointment came and from the moment the cowboy opened his eyes, he was on the defensive. Slade felt like he was fighting with a three year old. Reeve refused to get dressed and then hemmed and hawed over which dirty shirt to wear. He spent ten minutes searching for his necklace, which had been in his coat pocket the whole time. Basically, he drove the swordsman to blowing a fuse. By the end, Slade was glaring at his lover and pointing toward the door, and he wasn’t being polite about it either. Reeve knew he’d pushed it too far and like a chastised child, pulled an all-out temper tantrum. With both arms bent tight over his chest and grimly eyeing the commander, Reeve marched out of the house, cursing. Slade rolled his eyes with sigh. It was going to be one very, very long day. The drive to Glendale was no less painful. Reeve refused to speak. In fact, the obstinate man refused to acknowledge Slade’s existence altogether and he contemplated his next move while watching the scenery whiz by instead. Slade wasn’t going to let
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the cowboy ruin his mood, so he gave up talking and turned on the stereo as an alternative. In seconds, the swordsman was pounding his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm and singing excessively loud. Reeve blinked as his body swayed with the motion of the vehicle. He nonchalantly looked over at the swordsman. The man’s voice was atrocious. Slade knew he had an audience, but continued to sing. Reeve pursed his lips to keep straight-faced. Then the man started to really force it and even went as far to throw in the operatic wave of a hand, and leaning toward the cowboy, wailed, “And that’s why I love you baby…” That was all it took and the cowboy’s grim stare cracked from the pressure. The large man was doubled over laughing. Slade snickered and veered back onto the road. “I was pretty good, eh?” “Oh yeah you were awesome…” Reeve chuckled. “Whatever you do, sweet cheeks, don’t give up teaching.” **** Slade and Reeve sat adjacent to one another in the counsellor’s office. The office exhibited the look and feel of a doctor’s office. It smelt of bleach, was overly white and sterile. Reeve bent forward and hung his head. His discomfiture was rising. The last thing he wanted was to tell some stranger he was a social misfit. When the secretary said they could go in to see the counsellor, he hedged and went to bolt for the exit, but Slade jumped into his path and nodded toward the other room. “C’mon, sweet cheeks. I’ll take you out for a good dinner…eh? And I’m not talking cheap.” Reeve enthusiastically smiled, hoping like hell he’d take the bait. 92
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There was nothing but a flat refusal. “You promised, and I thought you were a man of your word?” Reeve’s lips curled into a frown. “Oh nice one, blade boy, that’s a little unfair, don’t you think. You’re starting to abuse my guilt a bit.” Slade laughed, shoving him into the next room. “Yeah, whatever, cowboy, you love my verbal abuse, it turns you on.” A sly grin filled Reeve’s face. “That’s true, I won’t deny it.” Wrapping a large arm around Slade’s shoulders, the cowboy pulled the smaller man into his chest and kissed him. **** The counsellor watched the pair with heightened intrigue as they kissed. She’d done some research on them, their families and occupational histories, and of course the more intimate side of their lives, both separately before they met and up until the present. She wanted to know what type of personalities she was dealing with so she could provide them with the best workable solutions. One perk to dealing with any of the world’s military bases was that every enlisted soldier had a psychiatric profile and it was readily available to any medical professional. “My name is Florence and as soon as you’re both done, I thought we could talk.” Slade immediately went red, hiding his face in Reeve’s muskscented shirt, whereas the sharpshooter only chuckled, hugging him. “My partner isn’t much of a people person, Doc. Unfortunately, he isn’t good with the public stuff, a bit on the shy and insecure side. As for me, I couldn’t give two shits.” “I gathered that, Mr. Taylor. Oh and I’m not a psychiatrist, I’m only a counsellor. I’m here to listen and maybe I can shed some light on your problems. Both of you, please, have a seat.” 93
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She smiled. “Then we can get started.” She could tell by Reeve’s over all body language, facial expressions and tone of voice he wasn’t thrilled about being there. “There’s no need to be on the defensive, Mr. Taylor. I’m not here to pass judgment. I’m only here to listen and offer ideas. Plus there’s no need to worry about privacy. Everything said in this room is kept strictly confidential.” “See, I told you.” Slade tried to sound hopeful. **** The large man sighed, then blinked as the commander’s hand squeezed his. That alone was a vast improvement. Slade was showing him support for once, not the other way around and the best part was, Reeve didn’t ask for it. The swordsman gave it freely. “Would you like to start, Mr. Taylor?” Reeve absently spoke as he forced his attention back on the counsellor. “Sure, I’ll start.” He smiled. As promised, Reeve took Slade out for a decent meal. The steak, baked potatoes, salad and ice teas went down good and both men were very satisfied as they walked side by side back to Slade’s apartment in the Basiac Delta’s housing wing. It was nice to have all the recreational facilities located in one place. Slade’s apartment was in a class way above their old quarters back in the Zone. A solid oak door set with a gold number plate swung open into the main living area, which was tastefully decorated with the very best of leather furniture, hardwood flooring, hand-woven carpets and curtains that money could buy. The base colours were earthy tones, ranging from the dark chocolate leather to cream and gold pillows with a splash of 94
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autumn accented in the sheers with the reds, orange and a golden brown. After all, Slade had taken a large jump up the rank ladder. As a cadet commander, his salary had now doubled, his respect was demanded and his work load had lessened to a normal level. From the living area, a deep, ruby red runner carpet stretched to a pair of sand-blasted, glass French doors that revealed the master bedroom, complete with an en-suite, walk-in mirrored closet, fireplace and king-size bed. Past the bedroom’s bay window that looked out across the ocean and rolling fields of the Delta, there was a covered patio neatly set with a table, chairs and a barbecue. To the right of the bedroom, inside the apartment, was a black marble floored kitchen that housed every modern convenience and to its right, a dimly lit, large office that was filled with rich, dark wood bookshelves, a desk, leather chair, potted plants and a computer. Reeve was more than impressed with his lover’s new life style. He was proud of the man and truly happy for him. The apartment screamed success. The sharpshooter drew to an uneasy silence and stood motionless in the centre of the living room. His heart sank again. “You’ve done really well for yourself, Slade. This is great. You’re so lucky.” **** His discomfort was apparent and Slade looked him in the face. “What’s up, cowboy?” “I…I don’t belong here.” Reeve’s increasingly dismal features tugged on the commander’s heart. “What do you mean, you don’t belong here?” The cowboy scared Slade by bursting into tears and his voice came apart. “Look at me, Slade! Look at me! I’m inadequate! I’m 95
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a loser, jeez what the hell do you want to be with me for?” He shook. “I hurt you before and I’m such a fuck up, I’m positive I’ll do it again!” The commander’s forehead creased and abruptly grabbing the larger man, he shoved him back hard into the wall, then hissed in his face. “Now you listen to me, you bloody big idiot. You’re right. You did hurt me, but that’s in the past and like the counsellor said, if we want things to get better and stay that way, we have to help one another.” He eased his hold. “I hurt you, too, Reeve. Relationships are a two way street, not one-sided.” “But, sweet cheeks—” “No buts, cowboy! Jeez, man. I love you and if anyone’s inadequate, it’s me…” His tone dulled, “I’m the one who drove you to this point and now it’s my job to bring you back.” Slade searched his dark blue eyes. “All right?” Still in tears, Reeve gave in with a nod and pulled him close. “All right, I get the drift.” Slade gave him a quick hug. “Now listen, I’m returning to Zone Zero in a couple of weeks and I’d really like it if you came along with me.” Though Reeve wasn’t overly thrilled and inclined to say no, he was afraid of upsetting Slade any further so he half-heartedly agreed. “The swordsman competition is being held in the Zone again this year.” Slade let him go and went into the kitchen, “You thirsty?” The large man sat down at the kitchen table. “Yeah, kind of.” He stared at his hands as they began to shake. It had been nearly twelve hours since he’d had a drink. As Slade set a glass of orange juice down in front of him, Reeve eyed the pulpy substance with distain. “Do you have anything harder?” Slade looked at his pale, sweaty face, then shaky hands and 96
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feeling awful, sat down across from him and placed a strong, slender hand on his. “No I don’t, cowboy.” “Aww shit, please, Slade, I need a drink.” Reeve’s dark eyes begged and when the swordsman wouldn’t give in, the cowboy erupted, swearing at his partner, yanked his hand away, then seconds later, profusely apologized, snivelling and holding his head. Slade watched him break down sobbing again. He took a deep breath—it was going to be a long night. The cadet commander had been forewarned by the substance abuse centre what to expect in Reeve’s behaviour. That he’d be emotionally erratic, unpredictable and probably highly volatile, even with the possibility of violence—physically, he’d show many signs of withdrawal and would most likely be very sick, but the commander wasn’t worried. He’d had more than enough patience and love for Reeve. As far as he was concerned, he was one of the biggest causes that brought on the drinking problem to begin with. Plus, he knew that when it came down to it, no one else would support the sharpshooter, not even his brother or mother. Alcoholism was a major problem in their family and Clarence, being a reformed alcoholic himself, couldn’t stand anyone who drank. Reeve rocked back and forth, then whimpered, pleading for Slade’s help. The swordsman gently smiled, letting the cowboy hug him. “I’m here.” The large man clung to his partner’s body, shivering “D-don’t leave me…b-blade boy,” he stammered. “I’m so scared of being left alone.” Slade affectionately stroked his long, soft auburn hair, gently pulling the ponytail loose. “Nah, I figure I’ll hang around for a bit.” Reeve tried to smile and glanced up at him. “You really do 97
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care about me, don’t you?” “I do, cowboy, more than you’ll ever know. I’ve taken a month off from work so we can spend some much needed time together.” Reeve froze, staring at him. He sat up, shuddering, not believing his ears. “Don’t be teasing me, blade boy…you honestly took time off work for me…for us?” His bewildered expression made Slade chuckle. “Yeah, cowboy I did.” It was imperative to reassure Reeve. “I can’t leave you alone with the state you’re in. And anyway, I want you to get better. I want the old Reeve Taylor back. I miss his bold and gritty sarcastic humour.” He paused to grin. “And you’re balling me blind on a daily basis.” Reeve’s eyes welled up as he laughed. “That’s one of the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” The smaller man let Reeve attack his body, as the cowboy kissed his lips and then cheek. He could feel his shirt come away from his chest. The cadet commander responded in kind by showing the affection just as strongly in return. As suspected, the night was a lengthy one. When the sex was over, Reeve went and uncontrollably wretched in the toilet, only stopping briefly, to swallow a glass of water. Once he felt somewhat better, Slade helped him to bed. That night and the many that followed were filled with hours of vomiting, shaking and shivering, delusional outbursts of creepy crawly things, yelling, cursing and the odd momentary lapse of rational behaviour. Slade wouldn’t leave the apartment for fear Reeve would do himself harm. And even when Vela offered to help by caring for Reeve, to give Slade some much needed time off, the swordsman flatly refused. Reeve was an 98
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extremely powerful man and he feared he could injure her as he already had been. He allowed her to visit, but would never let her take over watching the cowboy. **** Finally a month went by and there was a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Slade was sound asleep, sitting up straight at the kitchen table with his head tilted back and mouth wide open, and his snoring was loud. Wrapped up in a bathrobe, Reeve stepped into the kitchen and seeing Slade, gently touched his cheek. Slade blinked, coming back to life, and winced as his neck cracked back into place. “You’re awake.” He yawned. “Yeah, I’m awake.” Reeve sat down beside him and sadly caressed his face again. “You’re bruised. What happened?” Even though he instinctively knew the welt on Slade’s face was his fault, he had to hear it. “No biggie, as you say, cowboy, just part of the job description—so are you hungry this morning? You look a lot better today.” Reeve watched him dig inside the fridge. “I’m so sorry, Slade…that I hit you. I never meant to.” The swordsman sighed, hanging off the fridge door with a carton of eggs in his hand. “Listen, don’t worry about it, all right. Things happen, it’s no big deal. I knew what might go on. You’re an alcoholic and alcoholics go through major changes when they try to quit. So stop it. No apology necessary.” He set the carton on the counter and then looked for a loaf of bread. “Eggs, toast and coffee sound good to you?” As he hunted around in the cupboards for a frying pan, Reeve snuck up behind him, hugged his midriff and nuzzled his face 99
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into his soft, brown hair, “God you look friggin’ sexy this morning, sweet cheeks.” Slade rolled his eyes. “Awe come on, cowboy, not now! Aren’t you hungry?” “Hungry for you, love bug.” He chuckled as Slade belted his chest, cursing. “I am not a bloody girl, Reeve! How many times in one life time do I have to say it?” “Probably until I die.” Reeve clutched his head and kissed him. The seasons came and went. It was summer and everyone was out and about, enjoying the lovely weather. The hot sunshine was just what the doctor ordered. Not only did it feel great on the body, it also did wonders for the soul. And Reeve was doing just that, by savouring the view from the white sandy beach and spending a moment of solitude as the waves rushed in, swirling around his boots. He was finally getting his life back on track and felt capable enough to handle a bit of work on a part-time basis. And for him, he’d chosen field training or what the Delta aptly referred to as live target practice. This was where he took a small groups of younger soldiers—new recruits or greens—out into designated areas with live targets. Reeve Taylor had been hailed as a god in the realm of gunmen. He was one of best snipers to grace the halls of the Delta and listed as the best for the past fifteen years running. No other enlisted soldier held the credentials or string of service awards the cowboy did. And it was that fame that drew these young soldiers to sign-up for his sniper class. It was an expensive, private tutorial and each student had to pay for it himself. Reeve introduced them to weapons handling and history. He taught them how to clean their guns, as well as providing 100
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safety information and of course, what they all wanted to learn— the sniper training. A tip from a man with Reeve’s experience was invaluable. Holding the black rifle up above his head, the cowboy looked at each young, eager face. The rifle was a lean, mean killing machine, mechanically in sync to the sniper’s brain, working in same fashion as Slade’s sword. Whatever Reeve saw, the gun automatically adjusted to hit that target. The weapon had a maximum range of 1.75 miles. “This is a Villarus 5000X. It’s mildly similar to our forefathers Winchester 12 gauge pump action shotgun, but vastly improved. In essence, our weapons developers took ideas from the old model gun and combined it with our Villarus rifle.” The large man tapped an index finger to the magazine loading port. “Note the chamber of the Villarus is smaller and narrow as our bullets are more streamlined.” There was a rumble of voices as the young men examined their own weapons. The cowboy continued talking. “This is because over the centuries, weapon technology has jumped in leaps and bounds. We now understand how the size and shape of the ammunition affects the velocity, more so than our forefathers. Another factor we’ve discovered and used to our advantage is adding an electrical charge in conjunction with our brainwaves.” His index finger touched one of the student’s temples. “Whatever registers to the brain, whatever image you see, can be a potential target and this weapon is specifically designed to react to your brainwaves. Speed is a major factor when you’re a sniper. Not every target will be stationary and not every target will be a hundred percent visible.” Reeve slowly brought the gun down to midriff level. “Your ability to act in a timely and efficient manner 101
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could mean the difference between life and death, and I’m not just talking about your own, but also those around you, namely your co-workers.” “Have you ever choked, sir—in the heat of battle that is?” A burly redhead piped up. “No, boy. I’m friggin’ perfect.” When the five young men realized the cowboy was joking, they broke into quiet laughter. Reeve smirked. “Yeah, of course I have. It happens to the best of us.” He scrutinized each pupil. “And don’t let any joker tell you otherwise. No man on this planet is that good.” “I’ve heard your lover is, sir.” He glanced at a pudgy blond with thick lips. “My lover, eh…” He sniffed while draping his arms over the muzzle. “And just who the hell told you that, boy?” The blond grinned at his friends first, to seek their approval. The other guys pushed and prodded him. He cleared his throat. “Everyone knows the great Slade Igerman, sir. He’s a legend in the sword division, just like you’re a legend in the gun division. And he’s never lost a battle. We wagered that’s why you both fell for one another—you’re both legends.” Reeve had to laugh. “Wow and you actually believe that bullshit?” The group was undecided and shrugged. “Listen. My lover, as you call him, is undoubtedly one of the greatest swordsman the Zone or Delta has come across in a very long time, agreed. But he is a human being. Which means he can make mistakes. And actually, you’re wrong. I fell for the man because of his blue eyes.” Another soldier eagerly jumped up, waving a hand. “Oh, sir! Sir!” “Yes.” 102
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“Do you think it might be possible that Mr. Igerman could visit the class?” Reeve pursed his lips, looking away. It happened every time. Not that he minded if Slade took all the limelight, but he did have a class to teach. “Sure, kid, maybe if I sweet talk him later, he’d consider it. But for now we need to get back to the class. I’m sure you’d like to get your money’s worth.” Their vociferous laughter rang out across the field. Reeve snapped the Villarus open. “All right, step one to becoming a noteworthy sniper, and I also highly recommend this for anyone who wishes to impress the ladies…the size of your bullet does matter.” Every young man there grinned. When the four hours were done, each soldier had a newfound respect for the cowboy. They’d thoroughly enjoyed his class and while refreshing the fundamentals, they were given a few new pointers and gained some crucial insight.He was every bit the gunman they imagined and then some, plus an excellent teacher. Each student firmly shook his hand as they left to return to the Delta. Reeve wasn’t far behind the class. He sauntered along, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze off the water. It was time to head in and pick up more ammunition for the next class. The sharpshooter tipped his hat to a pretty brunette posted at the entrance to the ammunition floor. She worked as a guard. “Good morning, Theresa. You look fine as always.” She blushed. “Morning, Reeve. How is Slade?” “Fine.” Reeve stood at the front counter, digging around for his ID. No one, and that included all staffing personnel such as the teachers, cadet leaders or special ops could take ammunition without the proper identification. The cowboy set the ID on the counter. Jake got up from behind the desk, eyed the large man, then 103
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scooped up the plastic card. “So, how’s life been treating you, Reeve?” “Not bad, and you?” “It’s been all right for the most part.” The blond wandered between a pair of towering steel shelving units. He glanced over the rows and rows of boxes. “The usual?” “Yeah, the usual.” “One box or two?” “Three.” That was a questionable request. Jake examined the sharpshooter. “Three…that’s highly irregular, even for you, cowboy. I’m going to need you to fill out a form.” He pointed to a caged slot next to counter, “There, in the basket.” “I’d like to do some hunting.” Reeve swiped a pen and a form. The tension was uncomfortably thick between the two men. Jake was under the impression that Reeve was an alcoholic who abused Slade on a regular basis, so he had little to no respect for the man. Where the cowboy didn’t like anyone who hit on his lover and he wasn’t overly partial to blonds, probably because he perceived most of them as being egotistical assholes. Reeve slid the paper toward him. Jake picked it up while setting the boxes of ammunition on the counter. “Ah—not so fast, Reeve…” he kept a thick hand on the top box. “I’ll need a secondary piece of ID before I let you take these. Extra bullets require extra proof.” He grumbled under his breath and yanked out his wallet a second time. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy treating me like shit.” “A touch insecure, are we,” Jake glanced above the form. The large man slapped his driver’s license on the counter hard. The rigid scowl on his face said it all. “I know what you did 104
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and my lover is my lover—get it?” “Guys like you, cowboy, are a dime a dozen. And you weren’t with Slade, when I asked.” “Bullshit!” Reeve smashed a huge fist into the counter, rattling everything. “You’re so full of crap, asshole, I can smell it! You’ve asked Slade out on a number of occasions and technically we were still together—just temporarily separated!” The large man got in extremely close and eyed the blond. “If I ever find out you’ve asked him again…” He pointed between them, “We’re going to come to terms.” “Grow up.” Jake shoved the boxes at him. “Maybe if you smartened up, asshole, you wouldn’t have to worry so much. It’s a free nation and I’m entitled to speak to any fucking man I choose.” The cage came down with a crash and the ammunitions officer returned to the desk. Reeve hesitated, he thought better of saying anything further and blew past the guard at the entrance. **** Theresa looked toward the cage with a disenchanted grimace. “Oh my God, Jake, what was that for?” “He started it.” The blond put on a pair of glasses. “Real mature.” “Reeve Taylor is far from mature.” “Not him, you!” “Be quiet!” he snapped. “I don’t need to explain my actions to you!” “Slade’s in a serious relationship with that man that you know nothing about.” “What do you know? The cowboy is an arrogant, alcoholic 105
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asshole!” “Actually, I know quite a bit. Slade happens to be a close friend. And Reeve is not an asshole. I admit, he’s got some personal issues to iron out, but who doesn’t. So why don’t you cut the guy some slack and stop trying to ball his significant other!” Jake shot to his feet, glaring at her. “Fuck off!” Theresa disconcertedly looked away, mumbling, “Nice…” The man fell back into the chair. It took him a minute, but he felt compelled to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he murmured with a thick fist at his mouth. The guard smirked while watching a troop head out for training. “You gotta let it go, Jake.” “I know…” “Trent isn’t coming back.” “I know…” The man’s attractive features went into a tailspin and he bolted to the rear of the ammunition cage to hide between a pair of sword racks. Staring at the gunmetal-grey shelving, he suddenly drove a fist into it and his shoulders heaved. **** Jake’s crying was muted, but Theresa could still hear it. And she’d heard it countless times before. The man was a mess. There were all sorts of things she wanted to say to boost his deeply wounded ego, but today, nothing seemed appropriate. He was a good person at heart—honest, funny and affectionate, but his judgment lacked when it came to finding a partner and he suffered for those poor choices constantly. ****
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“Maybe you’re not in love with Slade and secretly you’ve got the hots for Reeve,” she piped up with a thoroughly evil smile. Jake sputtered with a laugh. He wiped each eye and eased out from the sword racks. “You’re a bitch, you know.” “See, ma-ma is always right.” “Oh come on, Theresa. I don’t deny Reeve isn’t bad looking, but his mouth and attitude are a total turn-off.” “He’s not that bad. Anyway, let’s change the subject, are you going to the dance Friday night?” “What? Alone?” He eyed her, then resumed to sorting the paperwork. “You don’t have to go alone. We could go together.” “I don’t know. People might think we’re an item.” He passed her an attractive smile. “Sure.” He sighed. “I’d love it if you’d go with me.” “Good. It’s settled then. I’ll pick you up at nine, Friday.” **** The day dwindled away into the evening. The patio door off the living room was wide open and the curtains were fluttering in the warm breeze. The moonlight sparkled off the ocean waves as they rolled into shore. A pair of dinner plates, an empty bottle labelled, spiced rum and a couple of glasses—one filled with chilled water and the other coated in alcohol, sat out on the patio table. It was very quiet in the main areas of the apartment and there was the soft glow of candlelight dancing from one room to the next. The French doors to the master bedroom were ajar and the distinct sound of human movement filled the darkness beyond. Slade’s cheeks were hot to the touch, tainted by the alcohol and flustered with hours of sex. His entire face creased and his 107
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head tilted back into the pillows when the cowboy’s affection peaked. “Agh…” His low voice cried out into the warm air. Slade blinked as Reeve’s body separated from his. This was when he was at his most vulnerable and a tear escaped. He stared into the black void around them with a trembling lower lip and nearly unable to say it. “I…I love you.” Reeve snuggled in close with a hand to his jaw, holding it and stroking it with a thumb, the large man nuzzled his damp cheek. “I love you, too.” Slade felt his lips and he shifted, putting a hand to the man’s face. The sharpshooter was extremely amorous this evening and the last kiss was exceptionally passionate as their lips parted. “Come to work with me this week.” His breath was hot and his skin smelt nice. “Sure…” Slade’s forehead rested at his chin. Reeve kissed him and the smaller man hugged him, getting comfortable for the night. The next morning was just as stifling as the day before. And it was the same for the following day. The weather forecast for the remainder of the week said hot and sunny with highs in the midnineties, and taking into consideration the humidity, everyone was sure to suffer heat stroke or die. The cadet commander took the week off. He needed a reprieve from work and spent the time with the cowboy. Soon as word leaked that the swordsman was attending the sniper training, the size of Reeve’s classes quadrupled overnight. But he didn’t mind. Slade’s name provided invaluable publicity and he made money hand over fist. **** It was Friday morning. Slade watched attentively as Reeve 108
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positioned himself and a bead of sweat ran down his already damp neck. The heat waves were rising from the grass through what felt like open furnace ducts. The cowboy and his big rifle was a massive turn-on. Slade figured that’s what attracted him to the man in the first place—the whole western outlaw look with the black Stetson hat, long riding coat, faded jeans, black belt and black boots. And no cowboy would be complete without the scent of aged leather and musk cologne embedded in his flesh. Today, Reeve wasn’t wearing the heavy coat, but his hair was tied up into a ponytail under that signature Stetson and his massive arms were flexing through a plain, white T-shirt. Slade kept close to the sharpshooter’s back so that he wouldn’t obstruct the view. Plus, he’d accidentally been hit before, knocked in the chops by Reeve’s huge elbow, so he had to keep at the man’s back and constantly move with him. The sharpshooter checked the rifle, propped it at the horizon line and, closing his left eye, the large man took aim. A brilliant blue light sparked from the butt of the rifle to the tip of the muzzle. The light wasn’t noticeable to the human eye because it was moving too fast. There were two levels of light. Just like Slade’s mechanical sword, there was pulse and surge. The pulse power was like standby where the weapon kept in tune with the soldier’s brainwaves and it stored the power for combat, and it would react if the soldier was frightened or ambushed. Emotions could trigger the weapon to react no different than the physical response of a finger on the trigger. And when the weapon hit surge it was ready for maximum usage and in this case, firing. The electrical current gave the bullets an extra boost and the option of firing a spray or a release of multiple discharges at the same instance. The cowboy knew there was a semi hologram two yards at his back. The computer screen of a scope appeared in his right eye. Without warning, the large man spun around and 109
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fired the rifle. He scared the class half to death. The discharge was moderately silent, but the recoil was phenomenal and Reeve’s upper torso jolted with the force and a flash of blue light. The young soldiers were awed as the bullet was gone and the target shattered. The cowboy aimed over their heads and fired again. Another target shattered in the distance, sending microscopic fragments of plastic into the air. Slade winced every time the gun went off and the soldiers ducked, plugging their ears. The large man moved in precise increments and each time his eye made contact with a holographic image, he released a bullet. The timing was near perfect and extremely fast. When he’d finished unloading the rifle of ammunition, he brought it up and rested the barrel on his shoulder, with his finger brushing the trigger. The whole demonstration had taken less than forty-five seconds. The only two females in the class gulped, staring awestruck at the largerthan-life man. **** Reeve ran a stern gaze over each pale face. “That is the Villarus 5000X class. The kick on this puppy is pretty strong and when it cracks your chest, you’ll know it. It’s too powerful for a woman. Upper body strength is a must when wielding this gun.” He patted the barrel like he was patting a dog. “There is a smaller version specifically designed for our female soldiers, and after testing it, I found that the only difference between it and this one is the weight and recoil. Both weapons do a superb job.” The cowboy tipped the hat up. It was getting warmer by the minute and everyone looked as if they could use a cold drink. Besides it was the end of the class. “Well, that’s it for today, folks. Remember to do your homework. I expect to see a well written and legible—” 110
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he purposely made visual contact with the guys— …papers on the history of the rifle. There will be a test by next Friday. You’re dismissed.” Slade smirked, clapping his hands and the students were quick to join in with a few whistles and cheers. Modest as ever, Reeve chuckled, then graciously bowed with the wide sweep of an arm. Everyone laughed as they dispersed. He slipped the rifle into a back holster, locking it into place. “That was great.” “You really think so?” “Of course. I enjoyed the class. You’re an excellent teacher.” “Thanks, sweet cheeks. That means a lot.” Reeve squinted against the sunlight. “How about a drink?” “Sure.” The two men walked side-by-side toward the Delta and just before they reached the main entrance, the cowboy was spouting his inner most fears and the unsuspecting swordsman was caught totally unawares. “I want you to know, I had words with the blond the other day—and please don’t say anything until I’m done…all right, blade boy?” Slade felt like chewing him out, but bit his tongue. “As you wish.” The large man kept his unyielding gaze ahead. “I’m insecure about a lot of things, but nothing worries me more than some good-looking guy coming on to you. I’ll be honest, I can’t handle the competition.” His dark blue eyes scanned the broad walkway that led to the front gates. “And I’ll do anything to defend what’s mine. I guess, what I’m trying to say is…I lost you twice, sweet cheeks, and I can’t lose you a third time. It would kill me…” The cowboy put both hands to his hips and his eyes went misty. “Truth is…I’m scared shitless that one of these days you might 111
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wake up to find one of these other bozos more attractive. Maybe you’ll even love the bastard, instead of me.” There was a prolonged stretch of silence as the commander thought about what he’d said. “Are you done?” “Tell me you still need me, Slade, and not that blond.” “I asked, if you were done?” Slade whispered, to keep things private as a young couple walked past holding hands. “Yeah, I’m done,” Reeve very quietly answered. He turned on the man, staunch as ever. “I appreciate the heartfelt dialogue—but what do you think, you bloody big jerk!” “It doesn’t matter what I think, sweet cheeks!” he barked. “The only thing that matters is what you feel toward me! Shit, Slade, I love you and it would do more than break my heart if you dumped me for him!” **** The swordsman couldn’t believe his ears and he wanted to scream until there was no oxygen left in his lungs. **** The sharpshooter grimaced, then apprehensively touched his shoulders from behind and gently rubbed them. “I’m sorry…” Slade felt the cowboy’s hot breath in his hair. He looked at the young couple again. “You see that?” They were kissing. “I do.” Reeve gradually wrapped his large arms about the smaller man’s neck and pulled him in close. “See, that’s what I’d classify as new love.” Slade rested his head back against Reeve’s chest, then looked up. “That’s definitely not us.” 112
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“No?” The cowboy contently pressed his face to the swordsman’s soft hair. The man smelt good and Reeve nuzzled him with a kiss or two. “Then what exactly are we?” “We’re mature love. You see, I figure there’s three phases of love…new, mature and old.” Slade wore a thoughtful smile as the couple vanished inside the Delta. “And we’re still growing together and learning…but we also share a certain amount of confidence in our relationship that new lovers don’t have. We’re not completely comfortable like old love, but we’re strong for one another.” He looked straight into his blue eyes. “I don’t give a shit who hits on me, Reeve, because they’ll never be you. You’re irreplaceable. And I’d never leave you for another man.” “Thanks. You’re getting real sappy in your old age, sweet cheeks…it’s different for you, but I kind of like it.” Slade enjoyed a kiss, then gingerly patted the sharpshooter’s face. “I’m sweating to death and you promised me a drink.” “That I did.” They walked into a shady spot under the ruffling canopy of a mobile drinks stand. Reeve exhaled and wiped the dampness from his brow. He paid the girl and poked the swordsman with a bottle of ice tea. Slade intently read down a bulletin board that was propped next to the drinks stand and opened the bottle. “Would you look at this, oh, and, thanks for the drink.” He took a swig and wiped his mouth. “You’re welcome.” The large man hovered over his shoulder to read the latest announcement from the head of the Delta. “That’s that dance Theresa was going on about. It’s strictly an officers’ affair.” “Aren’t they doing it to raise funds for one of the local orphanages?” “Yeah, I believe so, sweet cheeks,” Reeve skimmed down the 113
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poster a little further then almost spit out the tea. “Shit, it’s two hundred bucks a plate!” “That’s nothing. I paid six hundred, one night, at the Zone and the band was crap. So do you want to go? It might be fun.” The swordsman hated dancing, but the cowboy loved it and he was willing to go if Reeve agreed. “Six hundred—well that’s just insane, blade boy.” He swallowed eyeing the commander. “Oh, you’re serious…” “Of course I’m serious, cowboy.” Slade pushed at the bigger man’s chest. “Do you want to go or not?” “I don’t know…” He knew Reeve was balking because the tickets were expensive and he was too damned cheap to pay. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay. It’ll be my treat.” “Well, since you put it that way and you’re offering, I guess I could force myself to take a shower and maybe shave for you.” Reeve flinched, chuckling when the other man belted his arm. He swaggered backward for the gates. “Hey, that’s spousal abuse! I’m gonna have to talk to the counsellor about you, blade boy!” “You’re just a cheap bastard!” Slade hollered, pointing. “Abuse—I’ll give you abuse, Reeve!” Everyone congregated at the gates looked at the scene. The commander went pink in the cheeks and ducking with a hand to shield his face, strode past quickly into the Delta. Reeve fell into the elevator, laughing as Slade rushed up beside him. “May I help you, sir?” Slade elbowed him hard in the ribs and then pounced like a lion. “You bloody asshole! You never cease to embarrass the shit out of me!” He grabbed the t-shirt and the larger man’s waist, straining to lift him. The sharpshooter grappled him, picked him right up and flung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 114
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Slade cursed and drilled a fist into his backside. “Put me down!” The elevator door whooshed open and both men tumbled into the confined space, mock fighting. There were three people already aboard the elevator, who leapt back, staring. Sue’s eyes shot wide open and she looked to the general and the mayor of a neighbouring city, Glendale. The general flashed an ugly frown at Slade. The cadet commander bumped the wall, then held his breath when he realized they weren’t alone. He stood rigid at attention, gasping for air. Reeve’s laughter soon faded and he, too, saluted the two men with a now solemn gaze. The mayor shot the general an accusing stare. “And you want more funding…” He disregarded the scruffy men as a nuisance. “I sure as hell hope your weapons expert, Mr. Igerman, is more mature than this.” The general’s features noticeably soured and there was an inaudible growl. He didn’t want to introduce Slade, though now, it didn’t matter. He motioned with a stiff hand, “Meet our weapons expert. Todd, this is Mr. Slade Igerman.” Polite as ever, Slade held out a hand, but the mayor refused. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” “You can’t be serious?” “I am and he is the best we have.” The elevator jolted to a stop and Sue removed her finger from the red button. “I have the CEO of the Traece Corporation coming to this dump that you call a military base, Michael, and if we both play our cards right, he’ll give you all the weapons you need and my city the jobs to build them.” He abruptly turned on Slade. “But if the man’s forced to deal with…” He looked the swordsman up 115
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and down with contempt. “Some two-bit chump who’s still sucking his Mother’s tit, we’re all as good as finished! This is a serious business transaction, Michael, and I’ve worked my ass off to get this company to consider the Delta as its new spawning ground—to now lose it on account of a useless kid whose balls haven’t dropped!” The cowboy had heard all he could handle. “Okay that’s it!” He snarled and wound up to drill the guy in the face. But Slade had a hand to his chest and slammed him into the wall. “Don’t do it!” Terrified, the mayor ducked in a sweat. “Oh my God—and who is this baboon!” “Baboon!” Reeve yelled. “I’m not a friggin’ baboon, asshole! And just who the hell do you think you are talking to my lover like that!” The general was close to losing his temper. “Enough Taylor,” he ordered with a grunt. “Stand down.” “Your lover?” The mayor wore a smug grin. “What…so we have a bunch of faggots running this army—is that correct?” He looked to the general’s embittered expression. “You never told me you’ve got a pansy as the head of the weapons division, Michael—what were you planning on doing, have Mr. Igerman, here, screw the enemy into submission?” Reeve saw nothing but red. “No offence, but fuck you!” He bashed Slade into the wall and went for the mayor, who fell into Sue. “You’re dead, asshole!” “Cowboy!” Slade gripped the wall, trying to get his footing back. The man just wouldn’t listen to reason. After the first blow, the general stepped in and his voice thundered inside the confines of the cramped space, vibrating the metal walls until the commotion ended. Everyone, including the mayor, was silent, 116
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and he nervously dabbed a hanky to his bloody mouth. The general dismissed the incident as irrelevant. “That’s enough bullshit for one day!” he barked. The cowboy stood down, glaring at Todd. “Forgive me, sir,” he angrily muttered. “I want this asshole faggot arrested, Michael, for hitting me,” The overweight man stabbed a chubby finger in Reeve’s direction. “I wish to press charges!” Michael slowly bent forward and Todd fumbled into the door. The man’s deep voice resounded off the walls once again. “Get out, Todd! Get out before I see to it that you become a statistic and the city council never recovers your body!” **** Sue had visions of milk cartons with the mayor’s pudgy face plastered on the back and she coughed into a fist to stop from laughing. The elevator started to move again and when it hit the main lobby, the whole box bounced and the doors slid open. **** “This isn’t over!” Resentful, the mayor yanked his jacket down and glared at the cowboy. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll see to it that your faggot freak show never works the valley again!” The stout man marched from sight with the hanky at his mouth. “Which floor, sir?” Sue hesitated with a finger poised over the buttons. “The tenth.” Michael was a huge man, formidable and sturdy with a square jaw and thick brow line. His dark eyes were forever scrutinizing and his black hair cropped impeccably short. He 117
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was almost always in uniform, never spoke unless it was necessary and hardly ever smiled. The man was living inside a pressure cooker that was ready to blow. The Delta had been losing money for several years. The older soldiers demanded higher wages and with the rising cost of expenses, the Delta was on the verge of bankruptcy. Every time a mission came up, the Zone took centre stage. Grant’s soldiers came at a cheaper price and though they lacked experience, it proved more economical to sacrifice quality for the cost. “Are you attending the dance this evening?” he asked no one in particular. The two men and secretary looked at one another. “Yes, sir,” Sue said. “What about you, Igerman?” “Of course, sir.” “And you, Taylor?” The huge man glanced at Reeve. “I think it’s important we support the less fortunate.” “Agreed.” Michael watched the numbers flash overhead. “Sir…” Slade came away from the wall. “I know it’s none of my business, but the mayor mentioned something about the Traece Corporation…the brochure you gave me was for the Helix Corporation. Are we not testing the Helix weapons?” “We are testing them, Commander. Helix has lost significant sales due to the last war because the less wealthy military bases purchased Traece weapons, instead. Traece weapons are cheap and cheerful.” “They’re utter garbage, sir. I read an article, just recently, which stated that their inferior chip technology might be causing brain aneurisms. Something in the data discharge can cause severe headaches and internal bleeding. Having said that, I refuse to endorse technology that could possibly kill our soldiers. Their weapons are unstable and unreliable.” 118
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Michael caught the smaller man with a crooked frown. “Oh don’t think for one minute I’m in agreement with that fat bastard, Slade, because I’m not. This whole weapons farce has got me on edge. The last thing I want is to see is my men gallivanting off to war with a gun that might jam. I mean what the hell is that, I ask! I’ll lose more recruits faster than I can count to ten for shitssake! And if that’s your recommendation, as my weapons expert, then I am truly screwed!” “Is there anything we can do, sir?” asked Reeve. “In plain English, I can’t afford to purchase new weapons and Helix can’t afford to donate them. I’ve lost on both ends of the ruddy scale. And of course every contract I bid on, we lose to the Zone. Grant’s undercutting me and I can’t compete.” Michael looked at the cowboy. “If you can figure out a way to find the Delta work and get those weapons, Taylor, I’m all ears, but until then, you’d better pray.” The general’s secretary followed, holding the clipboard. Reeve blinked as the door closed. “Shit, he is not a happy man.” He pushed the twentieth floor button and looked at the swordsman’s blank expression. “What’s up? You look to be in deep thought.” Slade had a fist to his mouth and the other arm across his chest. “Hu…” “Speak before I grow old and I can’t ball you anymore.” The large man squished the commander into the corner with his pelvis, then his palms touched the walls. “I’m hard, sweet cheeks…and I want to love you.” Reeve bent down and kissed Slade’s collective features, then his hand slid to the man’s crotch. Slade didn’t seem to care or notice that he was being molested. Every time the cowboy kissed him, his head lightly bumped the steel wall. “Do you want a blow-job?” Reeve whispered, then with a 119
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devious smile, unsnapped his belt and tugged his jeans open. Slade vacantly stared at the man. “Can you not see I’m busy here, cowboy?” “Yeah, and so am I,” he retorted with a hand down the swordsman’s pants, eager to grope. “Let go.” Slade wiggled away and did up his jeans. “And bloody don’t do that!” Reeve sighed, folding his arms. “Don’t do what.” “That look. Whenever I deny you sex, it’s always the same look. You pout like a spoilt child.” “I’m not pouting, I’m just downhearted, blade boy, because once again I’ve been denied. I hate it when your friggin’ job rules this relationship.” Deeply hurt, Reeve eyed him then stabbed a reproachful finger. “It’s been five days since we’ve had sex—five days, sweet cheeks, and I miss you! Don’t start this shit again!” Slade was about to refute the statement, but stopped midstream. Reeve was absolutely right. He was getting dangerously close to slipping back into an old and nasty habit. “I’ve done my part and I’ll continue to do so, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna make an effort and you’re not! I went to counselling for us! I promised to control myself for us! And I’d appreciate it if you’d do the friggin’ same!” Reeve sniffed and when the door opened, he was gone like lightning. Slade had to jog to keep up. “I’m sorry.” Reeve flung the apartment door open and the swordsman was on his tail. He unclipped the gun holster and dumped it inside the hallway coat closet. “Wait a minute! Shit—would you listen?” When the cowboy ignored him, the smaller man had to keep his cool. “Fine. You win. I’ve been a cold prick lately. But it’s hard to change a lifetime of bad habits overnight, cowboy, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” 120
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“Yeah, I know…” the large man plunked down on the bed with a shirt dangling from his fingertips. “I overreacted, sweet cheeks. I’m sorry, too.” The swordsman crouched between his legs, searched his eyes, then kissed him. “Has it really been five days?” “It has…” Reeve smiled, then shoved the shirt into Slade’s nose. “Smell that…is it bad?” Slade jumped away, quickly waving a hand in front of his face. “Phew! Holy crap that shirt is rank!” “I guess I can’t wear it again, eh?” “Ah no, it deserves to be cremated.” “Oh well. I’ll find something else to wear for tonight.” Reeve shrugged, blasé as ever, then tossed the garment up over his shoulder and it landed in a corner. The swordsman grimaced. Their bedroom stunk of dirty clothes and he was about to comment on that fact when the cowboy stood up and stripped naked. Slade couldn’t help himself. His eyes were drawn to the man’s muscular thighs and bulging crotch. Every piece of Reeve’s wonderful anatomy was blessed. Slade’s mouth began to water and he felt a twinge in his dick. “What are you doing?” He was fast to avert his line of sight. “I thought, I’d have a shower before we leave.” Reeve sauntered into the en-suite bathroom. Slade heard the water start. Suddenly, he was hit with a brilliant idea. Racing into the dining room, he snatched a red rose from the vase and Reeve’s hat from the couch, and a squeeze bottle of liquid chocolate from the fridge, then sliding back into the bedroom, he fought to get undressed. Putting the rose between his teeth, the swordsman bounced around, trying to get his boots off. There was one thud then another and the belt came next. Scrambling to dump all the dirty clothes into the 121
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hamper, Slade cleaned up the room as fast as he could and made the bed. With the rose in his mouth, the black hat on his head and the bottle of chocolate sitting on the bedside table, he climbed into position in the centre of the matress. He heard the taps shut off. Slade casually leaned back against the massive wood headboard fluffed with pillows and then pulled a knee up and draped the black sheet between his thighs. He tried to look as enticing as possible with an elbow notched behind his head. Reeve was drying his hair when he entered the room. The swordsman smelt the rose and piped up with an overly low voice, “I’ll only ride a stud and I heard you’re the biggest stud around these parts…” The towel lowered bit by bit and Reeve looked toward the bed. A sly grin parted his lips and he tossed the towel away. “Oh, I’m not only the biggest, I’m also the best.” A suave smile formed at the corner of Slade’s mouth and he looked out from under the rim of the Stetson. “Prove it.” Reeve’s knees landed on the edge of the bed. He was anxious and energized, and he watched as Slade ran the rose from his chin down to his swollen groin. The velvet petals were like a stimulant against the cowboy’s skin and his entire body shuddered with anticipation. “I’ll prove it…” his chest heaved. “I’ll be anything you want me to be…” The large man bent down and his lips touched the swordsman’s calf. “I’ll be your stud.” Slade quietly laughed when the cowboy pulled him down to the end of the bed. “Holy shit, sweet cheeks, I don’t know what you do to me, but I gotta have you…” Music, faint and upbeat filtered from the Delta dance-slashdining hall. The food, drinks and laughter were flowing. The 122
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charity dinner and dance was a huge success. The problems facing the general had been on Slade’s mind since they’d unexpectedly met in the elevator and just when the solution presented itself, Reeve was begging the swordsman to drop his drink and dance with him, and the poor man completely lost his train of thought. The cowboy smiled at their friends and Clarence while tipping his hat. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to sneak him away for a few minutes.” Slade’s cheeks were splashed an unnatural pink as the large man dragged him by the hand onto the dance floor. “You’ve been talking all night, sweet cheeks. It’s time you focus your attention on us.” Standing front and centre, Reeve fondly embraced the swordsman. The song was slow-paced and romantic. Slade recognized it immediately and rolled his eyes. “I could’ve sworn I destroyed every one of those damned CDs in the universe.” Reeve chuckled and, cuddling his head, kissed him. “Actually, I requested this song. It’s our song.” Slade knew he’d never escape and he’d never win. Giving up with graceful dignity, he hugged the man. “I’m lost…our song? How did this song ever become our song?” He sighed, resting his face on Reeve’s warm chest. The man’s black shirt was half-open again and he could smell the cologne. “No offence, but I don’t recall hearing it until you played it for me.” “Do you remember that very first day we met?” The swordsman pondered for a moment. “Oh, you mean when I jumped into the back of the jeep, yeah…I’d been sent out with a couple of other guys to spend a few hours in field training.” Slade looked up at him. “You were driving the jeep.” “Yeah, sweet cheeks, I was driving the jeep. I was nineteen and you were fifteen. I’d just been transferred from the Delta to the Zone. I didn’t know a soul. I was adjusting the rear-view 123
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mirror when this song started on the radio and then I saw you…” The large man kept them both moving to the music. “Shit, I couldn’t stop staring…you were sitting in the backseat between the other two kids and you looked straight back at me. We stared at one another, then you blushed, looking away. That was the moment I fell in love with you.” “I remember.” Slade wore a content smile. “Because I thought you were the most handsome guy I’d ever seen. I didn’t realize this song was playing…shit, we didn’t actually get together until after my thirtieth birthday. That’s a long time to be in love with someone and never say it.” The music dwindled. The two men parted and clapped along with everyone else. “I did say it all the time…in my own way.” The swordsman and sharpshooter looked at one another with the exact same thought in mind, then they headed back toward the buffet. Reeve’s stomach was grumbling and Slade’s wasn’t far behind. “There was an older guy, a real jerk, and I think his name was Jack or something—anyway, he used to harass me on a daily basis, shove me in the halls and stuff. He was a mean character. He went so far one night as to destroy my uniform.” The recollections weren’t pleasant and Slade’s voice was uncharacteristically weak, “Actually,…he slapped me around pretty good. At one point, I was scared to leave my room. Then it just stopped.” He sniffed, scanning the vast hall of people. “A buddy told me a couple of days later that Jack was found in one of the men’s washrooms on the tenth floor and someone had beaten his ass pretty damned bad.” The commander’s expression was far from happy. He sadly eyed the cowboy and his rich blue eyes watered. “It was you, wasn’t it?” “The guy was an asshole and he needed to be taught a 124
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lesson.” “I suspected as much…and that wasn’t the first time you protected me, was it?” Slade kept close to the sharpshooter, waiting for an answer. “Nope it wasn’t.” Reeve looked over the buffet table and handed him a plate. “Trust me, sweet cheeks, I’ll kill any son-ofa-bitch who hurts you.” He put a piece of chicken on the swordsman’s plate, then his own. “It’s like karma. I knew the moment I saw you that I loved you and we were meant to be together. I had no interest in anyone else.” Like an obedient child, Slade clipped at the cowboy’s heals alongside the table and let him fill the plate. “But why did you wait so long? For years, I dated guys and it never worked. I loved you, too, Reeve, right from the second I saw your eyes in that mirror.” The large man hesitated to debate over the mashed potatoes. They already had a bun each and pasta salad. That was enough carbs. “Some things are worth waiting for. You were too young for me and more interested in getting your dick wet than engaging in a serious relationship. I wanted a man in my bed, not a boy. So, I waited for you to mature.” **** Slade was astonished, the man had really put some thought and effort into their relationship. “What about other guys?” Reeve sat down and pulled in the chair snug to the table. “What about other guys?” “Well, didn’t you date other guys? You can’t tell me, cowboy, you abstained until we finally did each other.” He chuckled, cutting up a piece of ham. “Date no. Screw, yes. I am human, sweet cheeks, you weren’t my first. In fact, my first 125
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was a little redhead by the name of Tina—she was eighteen and I was fourteen. She was a doll, but it wasn’t her I lusted after, it was her older brother. She was as close as I could get to having the guy.” Slade downed his food, then pointed with the fork. “What about that kid from the Delta, the one that died? I thought that was a serious relationship.” “Not really. We dated off and on, but he insisted on seeing other guys. I didn’t like the idea, the whole open relationship thing. I don’t think it’s healthy and it’s just the perfect setting to create animosity. A relationship should be one on one, otherwise it’s just a fuck-fest—pardon the bad language.” “I’ve never seen this side of you before…” he waved a hand, “…with no sarcasm and just sincerity. Are you losing it, cowboy?” Reeve dropped a solid arm on the table and his hand clasped the commander’s fingers. He brought Slade’s hand to his face and kissed it. “There’s a time and place for fun, sweet cheeks, and when it comes to affairs of the heart, I don’t make jokes.” He shyly smiled. “You’re such a sap, cowboy.” An eruption of hearty laughter shook the table. Then Reeve unexpectedly leapt up. “Vela, babe! It’s been too long.” They hugged and he motioned to an extra, empty chair. “Sit with us!” “Sure, I’d love to, Slade, sweetie.” She bent over and kissed the commander on both cheeks. “It’s so good to see you.” “It’s good to see you, Vela.” He shifted the chair closer to Reeve so she’d have enough room. Vela got comfortable and flung her platinum hair back over a shoulder, then held up a glass of champagne. “A toast!” She wore a charming smile. “To good friends and my new job!” The woman could scarcely contain herself. “You’re new job?” Slade asked which was more of a 126
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statement. She eagerly nodded. Reeve half-heartedly grinned while tapping his glass to hers. “What new job?” The chesty blonde laughed. “You’ll never believe it, but you’re looking at the new CEO of the Helix Corporation!” Upon reflex, Slade spat a chunk of pasta onto the table and coughed. He gripped the table, choking. Vela offered a glass of water. Reeve belted his, back. “C’mon, sweet cheeks don’t die on me.” “I’m all right…” he wheezed with a fist to his chest. His eyes were watering and his throat hurt. “Helix…how did that happen?” “I had dated one of their sales reps and he mentioned that the President was stepping down…actually he was forced to resign because they’d lost huge sales during the last conflict. The Government denied bases like the Delta here the funding. In return, they couldn’t purchase Helix weapons. Stocks fell and the shareholders weren’t overly thrilled. Anyway, I applied for the position months back. And the shareholders liked my portfolio.” “Why on earth would you want to board a sinking ship, babe?” asked Reeve. “Well, that should be obvious…to save it, hun. The Helix Corporation has been around for decades. They’ve always provided good paying jobs, they’ve sponsored events just like this one and they’ve given young cadets the chance with scholarships—like the commander here.” Vela took a sip of her champagne. “And more importantly, they build good weapons, not like the crap Traece flogs off. We need them, Reeve.” She drove an index finger into the table. “Did you know, that last year alone, fifteen soldiers died while handling Traece rifles and those 127
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are just the ones we could prove. They were just kids for crumbs-sake!” **** The two men watched her down the champagne. The anger was present in her body language and the frustration was in her voice. Reeve swore and leaned back with an arm draped over the chair. “Not good. Is there any way of stopping them before they take over the world military weapon market?” “I’ve been brainstorming for weeks since I took on this position. And I haven’t got a clue. Short of blowing up their manufacturing plant, there isn’t much I can do, but promote our product and pray for sales.” Vela glanced at Slade with an amiable smile. “Which reminds me…did you receive my brochure, hun? The one I asked Michael, to pass on.” The swordsman was a hundred miles away. “Publicity…” he absently mumbled. “Are you with us, blade boy?” Reeve moved a hand up and down in front of his blank face. “Oh,” Slade blinked, “yeah, like I said publicity…the Helix Corporation needs lots of good publicity. That would boost sales.” He hadn’t heard a word. The cowboy and demolitions specialist looked at each, then burst out laughing. “Sure hun, publicity.” Vela waved a waiter over. “Another bottle of champagne for me, please, and get my friends here, whatever they want. You can put it on my tab.” “Yes, Ms. Porter.” **** 128
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The ammunitions officer spent most of the evening drinking his sorrows away. He’d danced with Theresa, talked with friends about unimportant dribble and work, and every moment of it was dreadfully tedious. Jake was in urgent need of a little adventure in his life. Being at the fundraiser was better than sitting at home, alone with a bottle of wine and a book, but there had to be more to life than that. He was an extremely lonely man. At work and in public, he was out-going, thoughtful and funny, and always the type to offer a helping hand, but at home, he was the complete opposite, withdrawn, depressed and deeply unhappy. Theresa was bubbly and friendly. For most of the evening, she’d bounced from table to table, chatting up a storm and enjoying gallons of red wine. Jake watched the woman, then wandered past the stage and pounding speakers to the seclusion of the stone courtyard outside. The courtyard lamps were burning, and strung with multi-coloured streamers and lights, in-between. There was a stone railing and benches along the entire circumference of the yard with stout neatly pruned Avery trees. He paused to look at the fountain. The cement fish created the illusion that they were leaping into the air with water shooting out of their mouths. The sound of rushing water was nice. **** Slade had discreetly excused himself from the table and the longwinded conversation. When Vela and Reeve got started, there was no stopping either of them. He honestly didn’t mind on most occasions, as they were best friends and didn’t see each other often, and undoubtedly their topic of discussion was usually quite interesting, but when he had something important on his mind, 129
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he found the best thing for it was a touch of solitude. And the problems facing the Helix Corporation was the focal point at the moment. Plus, he’d overindulged in the alcohol and hoped the fresh air would alleviate the fog in his head. Slade hastily stood up when he noticed the other man. **** Jake’s heart took off the minute he saw the swordsman. This was unexpected. “Slade…how are you?” “I’m…I’m good, thanks…” “I saw you earlier this evening…” The blond gestured to the dance hall. “…and Reeve, was with you.” The swordsman apprehensively eyed him. “We’re back together again and I’m trying to make a real go of it this time.” Disappointed, Jake’s heart sunk. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” “Yes.” Slade put both elbows on the railing and casually leaned back. Jake couldn’t ignore the urge and slouched next to the man holding a glass of wine. **** Reeve had a bottle of water in hand and stopped just short of the courtyard to listen in. “Don’t get me wrong, Slade. I’m happy for you, if being with the cowboy is what you want.” The blond got as close as he dared to the swordsman. “But I can’t help thinking you’re not that happy. And I just wish you’d give us a chance.” “I told you before, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested.” 130
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Jake tried to impress the commander. “We’d be good for each other…” The tall man was scarcely an inch from Slade’s face and searching his blue eyes. “I have a good job. I’d be faithful…” **** “If you’ll excuse me, Jake, I have to get back inside.” Slade backed up slightly to get around him. He could smell the fermented wine on his breath, and he’d do anything to avoid a scene. But soon as he made an attempt to walk away, the blond had him compressed to the railing and a hand to his face. “I’ve been pouring my heart out for months. God I’ve fallen for you, Slade—shit, can’t you see that?” Slade slapped a hand to his wrist. “Let go of me.” He felt trapped and scared, then Stein’s cologne filled the air and he began to suffocate. He blinked, feeling absolutely lightheaded. Reeve stepped out into the lamplight as he struggled to get the situation under control. The blond tried to gently force Slade into submission. Jake stroked his hair and sought the affection, a kiss, anything that was the swordsman. Slade grappled his shoulders to hold off the unwanted advances, then he noticed a patch of black and blue, an aura leaking from around the ammunitions officer’s body. Eventually, the cowboy came into clear view from the haze. Slade and Reeve looked at one another. **** Reeve read the terror in the smaller man’s eyes. No one at the Delta knew about the commander’s traumatic past. Rape wasn’t something men openly discussed, especially those in the gay community. For them it was even worse. There was a certain 131
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stigma associated with homosexual relationships and most people assumed rape was part of the equation. The cowboy fought the increasing rage. When Slade’s eyes welled up, that was the indicator. He’d had enough and was beseeching for help. Before Reeve could make a move, Jake got a bit too rough and the commander had an intense panic attack. “Reeve, help me!” Slade anxiously shouted at the top of his lungs. “Help me! Reeve! Shit!” and he freaked, hitting the ammunitions officer. “I’ll kill you, asshole! Reeve!” “Slade, I’m here, okay…” Reeve was swift to tuck the bottle inside a jacket pocket and get the stunned blond out of his way before Slade really did some damage. “Calm down, I’m here.” **** Jake was shocked as the swordsman repeatedly yelled and swung at him like a madman. He was quick to retreat. He’d never seen anyone so disturbed. Slade was a completely different person. The man had gone from being reserved to off the deep end in a matter of seconds. **** Reeve put a hand to Slade’s head and the reaction was instantaneous. The swordsman latched onto his body, weeping and violently shaking. The cowboy wrapped both his large arms around Slade, keeping him hidden from view. The situation was embarrassing enough. “Take a deep breath,” he whispered into his soft hair. Slade nodded against his chest. Reeve was patient and tender as could be. He lovingly cuddled the swordsman. “It’s a nice night. Maybe we should go for a walk later. Would you like that? We could get some fresh air.” 132
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Jake watched Slade for a prolonged moment, then his attention darted to the cowboy. “I didn’t mean to…” he remorsefully eyed the large man. “I’m so sorry, Reeve.” The cowboy’s first inclination was to bawl the guy out for scaring Slade and then kick the shit out of him for hitting on his lover, again, but no matter how he sliced it, he couldn’t really blame the man. “Nah, it’s okay. You’re attracted to him. It’s natural considering he’s a good-looking man.” Slade gradually calmed. Reeve kissed his head. “Who did this to him?” The sharpshooter exhaled a drawn-out sigh. “A guy we used to work with at the Zone…he’d been threatening Slade for weeks. I never took the asshole seriously at the time— unfortunately neither of us did…” He cleared his throat. “Then I was sent away on a mission. I should’ve been there…” He struggled to keep from crying, but the grief was evident in his deep voice. “It damned near ruined everything…actually, in truth, it did. It went on night after night while I was away.” Reeve wiped his face. “I love Slade, and when someone does that to the person you love…you lose it.” **** Jake’s heart went out to both men. Now he understood why Reeve drank and the commander was so withdrawn and untrusting of everyone. “I hope the guy was dealt with appropriately.” “I don’t really know if you’d classify the punishment as appropriate.” Reeve smirked. “But yeah, he was dealt with all right. I beat the living daylights out of him. He ended up in intensive care at the hospital and we were both arrested months later pending the investigation. He went into a psych ward and 133
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was placed on suicide watch, and me…I was sent to the stockade.” The large man took a deep breath. “And Slade went through a rough patch of counselling, and the only way he could sleep was with the help of some pretty strong meds. Hell, our lives were sure messed up back then.” “Holy shit.” Jake grimaced, feeling even guiltier. “I don’t know what to say.” “It’s called life and some people just suffer a bit more than others. The only thing that matters is how you handle the mess.” Slade timidly looked up. “Take me home, please.” The cowboy kissed his forehead. “Sure, sweet cheeks. We have to leave. Excuse us.” He paused to speak over his shoulder. “I’d be grateful if this incident remained private.” “Of course.” “Thanks.” Reeve held Slade snug and walked him from the courtyard. Theresa smiled at the couple as they passed, then she danced toward Jake with two glasses of wine. “Hey what’s up with them? You wanna dance? Cha-cha-cha!” She wiggled her booty and bumped him in the hip. “Nothing. I’m just an idiot.” He thanked her for the wine. “Dance. I’m not really a dancer.” The tall woman laughed. “Oh bullshit, Jake, I’ve seen you shake it!” Her arm locked around his as she tried to coax him to move with the rhythm. Then she jumped up on her tiptoes, squealing with excitement. She clapped her hands and held his face. “I almost forgot to tell you!” Jake eyed her. “What?” She was right corked. “I found someone for you to meet. And he’s simply divine.” “I’m not into it tonight, but thanks.” He downed the entire glass of wine and started on the second. 134
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“What!” Theresa planted both hands on his chest. He stopped dead in his tracks. “Now hang on just a minute here. I went out on a limb for you, Jake. I’m not kidding this guy is a sweetheart and he’s just your type…tall, built and he’s good-looking.” The blond reluctantly drew his gaze toward the banquet hall. “Is he single?” “Of course.” She forced him to pay attention. “Why don’t you take a chance and at least meet the guy?” Jake didn’t want to admit it, but his curiosity was pricked and just the thought of having a warm body in his bed was cause for a little titillation. Theresa guided him to the doors and then pointed. “There he is.” She watched, curious for his reaction. The ammunitions officer was pleasantly surprised. The brunette was indeed attractive and in a strangely familiar way. “He’s not bad…who is he?” He stared at the man from an inconspicuous angle as Theresa recited the full history. “The other day, you mentioned that you thought Reeve Taylor was good looking, and as it happens you’re in luck. Mr. Taylor has a younger brother…” She motioned with the elegant wave of her hand. “…and that’s him. Clarence B. Taylor is homosexual not bi, and he just celebrated his thirty-fifth birthday. He’s single with a decent job and I hear he’s into long walks along the beach, holding hands and romantic interludes by firelight.” “Very funny.” Jake blushed, nudging her. “Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little.” Theresa wrinkled her nose with a quirky grin. “But I did my homework and, sweetie, trust me, he is so perfect for you.” “He is very attractive…” The blond hesitated, then shook his head. The idea was too good to be true. “I’m too old for him. It would never work.” “Oh come on…what, you’re going to give up before even 135
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trying?” Theresa examined his blue eyes. “You’re only four and half years older, give me a break!” “I don’t know.” Suddenly, the blond froze. “Oh my God, he’s coming toward us!” He anxiously stared at his friend. “What the hell have you done!” The woman bit her lower lip. “I knew you’d chicken out so I asked him to meet you…” She winced. “And he agreed.” Jake was about to belt her ass when Clarence appeared, holding a glass of juice. He held out a large hand and offered up a warm smile. “My name’s Clarence.” “Jake…” The ammunitions officer shook his hand and nervously twittered. “And you’re unbelievably fuckable.” Theresa’s jaw dropped and she elbowed her friend hard. “Oh my God, Jake,” she disbelievingly whispered. “Ah shit.” Jake went three shades of red and felt like running for cover he was so embarrassed. “Inside voice, damn it…” he angrily muttered. Looking at the wine glass, he cursed, “Shit, I didn’t mean…” “Wow!” Clarence blinked, then chuckled. “I’m really flattered, Jake.” “You must think I’m a complete asshole. I’m sorry, Clarence. That was crude.” “On the contrary I think you’re pretty fuckable yourself.” Theresa choked on her mouthful of wine. That was her cue to leave. Wiping her mouth and the front of her dress, she snuck back inside the dance hall. The younger man instantly mesmerized Jake. There was no doubt that Clarence and Reeve were genetically related. The pair were very similar in many respects with the solid build and even flirtatious smile, but Reeve was huge and Clarence wasn’t quite as tall as his older brother. He and Jake were at eye level, a good six foot one. But the blond still felt inferior. Clarence carried twice 136
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the muscle mass. “What d-do you do for the Delta?” Jake stammered with a twitchy smile. “I used to be a soldier and I moonlighted as a night guard, but I just finished my policing course, so now I’m an MP.” “A cop…” The blond brought a shaky glass of wine to his mouth. He had visions of them playing cops and robbers. “That’s a difficult job. You must have spent years studying.” “Yeah, definitely a few.” “You must be in…in excellent physical shape?” Jake tried not to ogle his obviously rock hard physique, but it was nearly impossible not to look when his shirt was half unbuttoned and there was a washboard of abs underneath. “I work out four times a week. I have to keep in shape.” Clarence caught the man staring at his chest. He smirked. “What do you do?” It was blatant that the blond was excited because he unconsciously got closer and closer and nervously fumbled with the wine glass. “I work the ammunitions division…” He flashed a selfconscious smile. “I was injured during a tour of duty and they stuck me behind a desk. I don’t mind, really. The pay’s good. I just wish I could do more.” **** Clarence hated playing games and especially the long and drawout bullshit that seemed to accompany the dating process. When he liked someone, he simply wanted the man and the ammunitions officer was giving him a hard-on. He took a step forward and Jake almost tripped. “Why don’t we cut through the crap, Jake.” The MP searched his pale blue eyes. “I like you, you 137
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like me and I know we’d be good for one another.” The ammunitions officer damned near had heart failure when the younger man compressed his body against the wall and a big fist came to rest against the stones next to his head. “I haven’t been with anyone since my partner died.” **** “Died?” Jake gawked at his mouth, stammering, “H-he…died?” He wanted to say something comforting, but the opposite rolled from his tongue. “It wasn’t sexually related, was it?” He muttered the afterthought into the wine. The cop laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve got a great sense of humour. No, we were at war, fighting side by side and there was an explosion from behind…and when I turned around, he was gone.” Without any warning, Clarence pinned his head to the wall with a thumb at his jaw. “It broke my heart. That’s why I quit—changed occupations.” He thoughtfully examined Jake’s blue eyes again. “I heard about the bastard who cheated on you. Guys like that aren’t worth it.” He got even closer. “I know you’re lonely and you haven’t been loved in a very long time.” “You’re right, I haven’t.” Ashamed, Jake nodded with fogged vision and then his breathing sped up when the MP’s mouth touched his. Clarence grabbed Jake’s head and kissed him repeatedly, until there was a loud smash and the blond was groaning like a woman. He’d let the wine glass slip from his hand and it had hit the courtyard. The MP whispered against his lips, “I’d like to stay over at your place tonight…and if you’ll let me, maybe we can make it permanent.” “Oh, God yes!” He blurted out, despite the agonizing fear of rejection. 138
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Clarence handsomely smiled. “Then take me home with you and we’ll get to know one another.” Jake nodded, wiping his face and he was surprised when the man allowed him to hold his hand. Clarence winked at Theresa. She passed a sweet smile mouthing the words, thank you, then waved. The walk to the elevator was a short jaunt as the two men dashed to get inside before the door closed. Jake lived in a top floor apartment. The ride was over and after a brief stroll through a curved hall, the men were standing at a door marked with the numbers four hundred and eighty-five. The blond timidly glanced at Clarence as he fumbled with the keycard. He was excited but scared. It had been a good five years since he’d brought a date home. “I’m sorry it’s a mess.” He flicked the hall light on. “But I wasn’t expecting company.” “I’m not here to grade your personal habits.” Clarence shut and locked the door, then slipped past to take a good look around the apartment. Moments later, he reappeared. “Nice place.” “Thanks…” Jake stood behind him, fretfully rubbing his hands. He couldn’t erase that first kiss from his mind. There was still a trace of it on his lips. “We hardly know one another, but I was hoping…” His voice trailed off when Clarence made direct eye contact. “You were hoping what?” “Never mind…it’s all right.” Jake quickly disappeared in the kitchen and put a trembling hand to the fridge door. The only thing on his brain was sex. “Would you like a glass of wine?” “I don’t drink.” Startled by the low voice at his back, Jake spun around and fell into the fridge door, closing it. “You don’t drink?” 139
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“Nope. Alcoholism runs in my family. It’s a dangerous pastime I don’t participate in.” “That’s really great…that you’re so…so self-assured…” Clarence got intimately close again and his cologne wafted the blonde’s face. “You look uncomfortable. Would you like me to leave?” “No!” Jake almost shouted, then choked. He couldn’t stop gawking at the man. “It’s so nice to have company.” He finally let off a tremulous sigh. “I’m sorry, Clarence, it’s not your fault. I’m the one acting like a schoolboy.” “Talk to me,” the MP thoughtfully stroked his hair. Jake felt a pleasant shiver when the man touched him. “It’s been so long and you’re so attractive.” He swallowed. “Meeting you tonight took me off-guard. I haven’t done this in eons. Shit, now I’m rambling…” “I can see it in your eyes…why don’t you just say what’s really on your mind.” “I want to have sex with you so badly, I can taste it.” The blond couldn’t believe it when the words shot out of his mouth. He was beginning to sound like a desperate imbecile. “Oh my God, that was pathetic—I wanted to impress you not scare you off!” He awkwardly eyed him. “I just want you to like me, Clarence.” “Pathetic or not, I feel the same.” With his head on a slant, the officer’s mouth was a millimetre from the blond. “I do like you, Jake.” The kiss was different this time. It was much slower and laced with strongly affectionate undertones. Clarence had had the lead from the start and Jake helplessly followed. The MP took hold of his head as the necking intensified, then he felt for the man’s shirt and ripped it loose from under the waistline of his jeans. Before Jake knew it, he felt his cheeks flush. He had a painful 140
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erection and Clarence’s hard body was rocking his against the counter. Half the night and numerous sexual positions later, Jake woke up to find a trail of clothes from the hall into the bedroom and the MP sound asleep in his bed. All he could remember was begging the man to love him. But the most important thing and what made the ammunitions officer so happy was that Clarence had actually stayed the night. It hurt when you woke to find yourself alone and to know you’re nothing better than a one night stand. **** Clarence stretched as his eyes adjusted to the morning sunlight. Then he caught the bitter whiff of coffee. “You got up early.” He looked at the cup of coffee under his nose and then the blond. “Thanks.” **** “I thought you’d appreciate one.” Jake was surprised when the steaming mug was set on the bedside table. “What? Too strong? You don’t like coffee?” “Nah.” Clarence whipped the covers back. “I’d prefer you in the morning. The coffee can wait.” “What…” Jake’s heart sped up as Clarence took his cup away next. “No one has ever wanted me in the morning…” “I don’t care what everyone else didn’t want. I’m not them and I want you.” He grabbed Jake’s forearms and the man fell down on top of him. Clarence kissed him and looked into his eyes. “It would be very easy to love you.” 141
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The words were kind and any misgivings the ammunitions officer felt in the beginning vanished and he finally gave in, throwing chance to the wind. If they were to have any type of a relationship, he had to let his heart go. Plus, nervous and uncertain as Jake was, he smothered the man with as much affection as possible. It was really nice and Clarence wrapped the blankets around him, rolling them both over. **** The mid-afternoon PA broadcast resounded off the Delta walls, from the top floor to the basement. There were some trivial announcements about a party being held in honour of several high ranking officers who were retiring, and another, about weapons due to arrive by mid-week, some job postings and greetings for the upcoming holidays. Clarence read down his docket for the shift changes, while listening to the woman’s crackling voice—with all the new technology available and they still couldn’t install a better PA system. Soon as the announcements were over, the entire Delta was on the move again. Clarence put on his hat and decided to pay the blond a visit. **** Jake loaded the shelves with a new shipment of shotgun shells and hollow tip bullets. There were stores of literally everything— hyper ventilators, pulse chargers, surge boost clips and a wide range of ammunition—to name just a few, and weapons of every size and description. While putting the boxes away, his mind strayed and an absentminded smile took over his face. The hot MP was on his mind again. 142
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**** “Hey!” A man wearing a military police uniform tapped the cage with a baton. “What does it take to get decent service around here?” **** Reeve snapped the rifle open, hung it off his forearm and pushed on the door to the ammunition floor. The large man caught wind of his brother’s voice and he quickly darted behind a tower of crates to spy on him. **** Jake nearly dropped a box of shells and peeked past the shelving unit at the front counter. “Oh, sorry.” He shyly eyed the man. “I didn’t see you there, Clarence.” “Last night, I was everything else but Clarence, and what, now we’re on formal terms?” He leaned over the counter with a huge smile. “I thought if you weren’t busy tonight we could maybe catch a movie and dinner?” **** Reeve was stunned and peered around the crates. “I’d like that.” The blond shook a little as the MP touched his face and kissed him. “Good.” He put the hat back on and winked. “I’ll pick you up in a couple of hours.” “I’ll be ready and waiting.” 143
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Clarence chuckled, then strode away. “So will I, sexy.” **** The door closed. Jake’s heart was pounding yet again and this time he did drop all the boxes. He ducked below the counter to pick everything up. Reeve made sure his brother was gone. If this wasn’t a bloody eye-opener, he didn’t know what would be. He couldn’t picture, let alone imagine, his little brother balling the blond, not that Jake was an ugly man or anything, but personality wise they seemed miles apart. A little numbed, Reeve stood there, momentarily staring off into space. He was damned if he could remember what he’d come for. Finally, he peeked over the counter. “Jake.” The blond drove his head into a steel bracket and cursed. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But I need some high caliber bullets.” **** The ammunitions officer slowly rose from the floor, his sweaty features twitched and he hoped to hell that the cowboy hadn’t seen Clarence. “Sure of…of course, Reeve. What can I do you for today?” **** Reeve so badly wanted to make a sleazy sexual comment, but refrained. “Two boxes of the 12 g.” He made light conversation instead. “So did you stay at the dance last night?” “Yes…yes I did, actually.” He carefully searched the lower 144
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shelves. “It was nice.” “Did you meet anyone interesting?” Jake paused with a box in hand. He just knew Reeve had caught them together. “Ah no…not really,” he lied. “How did Slade make out?” “Oh good…good.” The large man casually smiled. “We went for a walk and he felt a lot better.” “That’s great to hear.” Jake set the boxes neatly on the counter, “Actually, Reeve, I did meet someone…” “Nice guy? I hope…” “He’s wonderful, probably too good for me.” He searched the cowboy’s intense blue eyes, seeking his blessing. The last thing he wanted to see was Clarence fighting with his older brother. Reeve let off another one of those lengthy sighs under his breath. This time he was sincere. “Don’t sell yourself short. I’m sure whoever the guy is, he should consider himself grateful to be with you. You deserve a good man, Jake. And I hope you make each other very happy. And thanks.” The cowboy held up the boxes with a slight rattle and signed the release papers. “See you later.” “Bye.” **** The second Reeve was free of the ammunitions floor he was racing as fast as he could for the infantry elevators, which were a pair of massive, steel boxes with a maximum load capacity of fifty thousand pounds. These elevators could carry a couple hundred soldiers, fully suited up and with all their gear to the departure dock, in less than two minutes. His little brother had a head start and was probably on the main floor already. In order for Reeve to catch him, he had to hop one of the infantry elevators. 145
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**** Clarence waited by the oven in the lunchroom, staring off into space. People were chattering in the background, phones were ringing and computer keyboards were clicking. The whole Delta police force was on high alert. A young Delta soldier had been found dead on the boarder of the training zone—a possible murder victim—and everyone was discussing the latest evidence. The big question on everyone’s mind was whether it would be deemed a civilian investigation or if the military would take precedent. The training zone was Delta jurisdiction, but surrounding it was civilian. A fellow officer tapped on the doorframe to the lunchroom. “Clarence.” “Yes.” The man stuck a small writing pad sticky on the table. “The chief wants you to notify the stiff’s parents. He says to take a Chaplin with you and not Father O’Brian. He’s stinking of booze again. The family’s address is on the paper.” Clarence’s shoulders sank. “Jeez, why me? I had a belly full of that shit in the army—shifting through the rubble and picking up body parts.” He glowered at the other officer who didn’t have a clue. “Beats me, man.” He shrugged. “You’re it.” He swiped the piece of paper from the table and the oven beeped. “And right, when I’m going to eat!” **** The man swung back, surprised to see Clarence’s huge brother looming in the doorway. “Holy shit, cowboy, you scared me!” He 146
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grimaced and walked away. “This is really not a good time, Reeve.” Clarence fished inside the oven with a mitt. “And who let you in here anyway? You don’t have the appropriate clearance.” He slammed the oven door shut. “I don’t need clearance. Everyone knows me. I’m your big brother.” “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that!” “I need to talk to you…” Reeve quickly checked the hallway, then closed the door. “It’s important.” “What is it now? If you and Slade are at odds again, you can count me out this time.” “Slade and I are fine.” The sharpshooter didn’t know where to start. There were so many things he wanted to say, but getting into an argument wasn’t appealing at this point. Deeply concerned and showing it, Reeve looked him in the face. “Jake, Clarence?” “Holy crap, I should’ve known! Frig! I kiss the guy once and it’s what—front page news!” The MP shot him a bitter frown. “And your point is?” “Jeez, bro, he isn’t exactly your type, is he.” “Oh and now you know my type.” The garlic bread was hot and Clarence dropped it in the basket to blow on his tender fingers. “He’s a nice guy.” “Yeah, okay nice, but shit…” “I don’t get you, Reeve. One minute you’re bitching that I should find another guy because I’ve been pining over Jesse for too long, that it isn’t healthy and now when I do, you’re friggin’ disappointed with my choice.” Clarence was getting irritated and he threw the tea towel onto the counter. “Give me a break!” “It’s not that.” The large man slouched against the counter with both arms folded over his chest. “I just want to make sure 147
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you’re happy. Shit, I worry about you, Clarence. You’re my little brother.” “Your concern is deeply appreciated.” The younger man put a hand up so he could finish what he had to say. “Look, Theresa knew I’d had my eye on the guy and she knew Jake needed someone, so she introduced us. The sparks flew and before my brain could make a rational decision, I was making love to the guy.” “Holy shit—what that fast!” Reeve exclaimed staring wideeyed at him. “What? You couldn’t wait a few hours—you know, learn his middle name first!” Clarence lost his patience. “Like you did with Slade, right?” “Slade wasn’t a one night stand. I’ve been in love with the guy since I was nineteen and you know it! Fuck over twenty years, he’s had my heart!” Reeve stabbed a finger. “So don’t go comparing my relationship to yours, little brother!” “Fine. I’m sorry. You’re absolutely right. You’ve been with Slade for a very long time and I respect that. But it’s no different for me, bro. Listen, I felt it in here.” He tapped a finger to his chest. “In my heart, Reeve. Just like you felt something for Slade the first time you saw him. No matter what you think, he’s a great guy and we did more than screw. We stayed up half the night talking and getting to know one another…” “Great!” He leaned forward, turning green. “I don’t want to hear it!” “Can’t you just be happy for me?” Clarence implored. Reeve morosely sighed, then his arms fell loose. He didn’t have an adequate response. “Bro, I needed the companionship just as much as he did, and whether I crash and burn with this one is none of your business. Either way, I’ll survive. Shit, I’ve been through worse. Now promise me, you get my drift.” 148
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Reeve didn’t want to agree, but if he didn’t, they’d do nothing but fight and it could ruin their relationship. “Yeah, I do.” “Good. Cheer the hell up.” Clarence slapped his shoulder. “Why don’t you go home, get Slade and the four of us will have dinner tonight? My place and I’ll cook.” “Thanks, but we can’t. This is the weekend of the Swordsman Competition. I have to get home and pack.” Reeve patted his face. “After we get back, I promise.” “Sounds good. Give Slade my best.” “Will do.” Reeve tipped his hat and closed the door.
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Chapter Twenty-Four y the latter part of day as the sun was setting into the west, Reeve and Slade were back standing at the Zone’s main gates. Reeve had promised Vela that he’d meet her in Triburn at a comedy club for a visit and dinner. Slade wasn’t crazy about the idea, but granted consent on one condition, that Reeve wouldn’t drink. Reeve promised that he’d try not to drink and he’d be back in plenty of time to visit with Laird, Stein and Sylvana in the Zone’s cafeteria. Slade watched him head out into the darkness and wondered if he’d just made a severe mistake on his part, but on the other hand he had to trust Reeve and he’d made his own plans previously. He agreed to a sword battle against Stein in one of the training fields for fun.
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due to an emergency. Reeve hadn’t finished his meal and decided to remain behind. After a while on his own, his will power dwindled and figuring it would be all right to have just one drink, that it couldn’t possibly hurt, he ordered a single malt whiskey. It was a bad choice and in no time, the sharpshooter was ordering another one. The more he drank, the more his mind wandered and in a very short period of time he was totally intoxicated. Reeve sucked back the last of the whiskey. He decided it was time to leave. There was a little sway to his gait. He smirked and flung the glass over his shoulder. His groin was on fire and the only thing on his brain was Slade bent over in front of him. Blinking a couple of times, he forced himself to focus and staggered out of the comedy club and back toward Zone Zero. He hummed and chuckled to himself along the way, then shouted, “Sweet cheeks, when I get your ass in my grip, I’ll give you something to enjoy!” Laughing, he shook his head and stumbled on. His boot heels dragged over the dry encrusted topsoil a mile from the Zone and a cool desert, evening breeze whipped up and rushed at his face. It felt nice and refreshing, and he cocked the hat up to catch more of it. **** Panting, Slade leaned down and picked up the sword. The sweat blanketed his pale, solemn features. Stein slowly rolled over and picked up his weapon and then smiled. “I gotta admit, you’ve still got the knack, Igerman. I’ll never beat you tomorrow.” Slade gestured with his hand and yanked Stein to his feet. “Yeah, and you’ll never learn.” The blond slapped his back and sauntered from the field toward the Zone’s rear entrance. “Perhaps, blade boy, but I’m 151
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still better looking!” Laird rolled his eyes and walked with both men toward the apartment block. Racing as usual, Sylvana came sliding across the tiled floors and bashed directly into the commander who in turn grimaced, glaring at her. “Don’t you ever slow down??” “Oh sorry, your highness.” She shoved him, giggling. “Actually, Slade, can I talk to you alone?” The swordsman continued walking with Laird and shouted over his shoulder, “Tomorrow, Slade, I’m going to annihilate you, so be prepared!” Slade waited until the men weren’t looking, then he stuck out his tongue and gave the blond the finger. He then put his full attention back on the petite martial artist. “All right, Syl, what’s up?” “Remember, over a year back when we were both out on the beach near Triburn and I was telling you how I’d seen that guy who looked a lot like Reeve?” Slade rested the sword on his shoulder and jingled the hotel keys in his pocket. “Yeah, Syl, I remember, and I thought it was bloody odd at the time, why?” She frowned and, with a nervous whisper, said, “I think Reeve might be in serious trouble, Slade.” **** Reeve was singing a love song into the chilly evening air when his deep voice trailed off and he found himself surrounded by three, equivalent to his size, senior soldiers from the Basiac Delta. He knew, which military base the men hailed from by the Helix Corp. mark on their weapons. Standing there, he glanced at all of them and his frosted grin vanished into an agitated frown. “Hey boys, what’s up?” He swayed a little. 152
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**** “Well, you see, I got to thinking about that guy, and then I decided to help Zack and Reeve out by doing my own bit of snooping.” She paused, taking a quick breath. “Anyway, I found out that guy wasn’t just a coincidence. He was trying to impersonate, Reeve.” Slade slowly sat down on a bench, intently listening. “Okay, this is scaring me…go on.” “As it turns out, all those men weren’t gay, Slade, only the one from Triburn and the Zone cadet were. The police made a serious mistake.” “Okay, wait a minute. Go back to the other guy from Triburn. Why was he impersonating my lover?” “Sorry, sometimes my brain moves faster than my mouth and I get ahead of myself.” She blinked rolling her eyes, “The first six men including the guy from Triburn, were involved in a weapons smuggling ring between the Zone and the Basiac Delta. When their competitors caught wind, they asked for a cut of the profit.” “I still don’t get it, woman!” “All right, give me a sec. I’m getting to it. Anyway, the guy from Triburn was hiding from the killers by using a disguise. And as it turns out, he knew Reeve from years back, something when they were kids, and since they were similar in build, he chose the same clothes and impersonated Reeve whenever he was in the city.” The commander leapt to his feet. “Jeez and the killers thought there were two men left to kill instead of one, so they think Reeve is one of the smugglers!” Sylvana’s eyes began to water. “Yeah, that’s why I’m really scared for him. You know I do love the big idiot.” 153
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“I know you do, Syl. So the idea that all the men were gay had nothing to do with it?” “You’re right.” She sniffed. “That was just a fluke that two of the men were gay, so the killers used it to their advantage and that’s why the first few bodies were brutalized after death, not before. If they were going to make it look like a vendetta against gay men, then they had to make every death appear the same, almost as if a serial killer would. In that way, they could lure the police away from the real reason behind the crimes.” **** A bulky, solid man with jet-black hair suddenly shoved his chest extremely hard. “So, you’re the faggot cowboy who cut us from the deal! Where’s the money, cock sucker?” Reeve blinked, not having the foggiest idea what they were going on about, but he also didn’t care for the derogatory comments. “What deal? What money? Huh?” And without warning, he exploded, drilling the man in the jaw. “You’d better watch your mouth, asshole!” He was well outnumbered and knew he’d suffer, but the sharpshooter refused to go down without a darn good fight. One tackled him unexpectedly from behind and another punched his face, splitting his mouth wide open. The spray of blood shot the dry earth and Reeve struggled as his vision became almost completely impaired. **** As everything fully registered, Slade went to leave, but once again Sylvana stopped him. “One other thing, Slade. All those murder victims, they were verbally harassed and stalked prior to their deaths.” 154
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“So, what does that mean?” He shook her slightly out of fear. “Vela told me not long ago that Reeve’s been receiving anonymous, threatening phones calls for a couple of months now…” She started to cry. “And she knew he was scared, but refused to say anything. He made her promise not to tell you. Reeve must know they’re going to come after him eventually, and isn’t he on his way back from Triburn tonight?” The swordsman’s face went pure white and pushing Sylvana out of the way, he raced full bore through the Zone. Forcing past and ramming the young cadets out of his path, the man swore under his breath then yelled, “Move for frig sakes!” The astounded cadets jumped out of his way and he bolted from the entrance, skidding across the cement and out into the darkness. **** Sylvana ran for the nearest phone booth. **** With a pounding chest and rapid breathing, Reeve groaned as the wind was knocked from his lungs and he flew backward, hitting the ground with a thud. He gasped, wincing, and clutched at his side. Another man kicked him hard in the gut and the other two jumped on him, punching and slamming his head into the dirt. Reeve swung, struggling for all he was worth. **** Terror gripped at Slade’s heart. This time he was really worried that the cowboy might be killed. Seven murders had been committed—and brutal ones, without witnesses and not knowing 155
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Slade’s ears pricked, hearing that familiar deep voice and he shot straight ahead into the pitch black. With lightning speed, he drew out the sword, surging forward. Each section of the blade slipped away from the previous, locking into place until it was one solid piece. The moon was the only thing that gave the swordsman’s presence away, as the long shaft of cold steel glistened in the silvery light. **** The three soldiers contemptuously laughed at their victim. Reeve suddenly froze, hearing a snarl that sent a shudder throughout his body. Spinning around on his heels, he gulped when he saw the mountain lion. All he could do, was shield his face as the creature slammed into his body, knocking him into the ground and proceeded to thump on his chest. The animal’s extreme weight and strength made Reeve choke and his face scrunched up as he heard his own ribs crack from the strain. He hoarsely yelled. “Now here’s a bit of luck in our favour.” One man nudged his buddy. “See, we don’t have to kill him after all…the cougar will do it for us. Still no witnesses and no blood on our hands.” **** The other two agreed and left Reeve to his fate. Very pleased with themselves, they retrieved their own weapons and walked back toward the Zone. But before they got too far, a sword swung out from the darkness and caught one man across the chest, slicing his flesh wide open. Slade flipped into the air. Swinging again, he cleaved another in the arm and the last man—felt the sting straight up his leg. 157
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“I’m not done with any of you yet!” He bellowed. He rushed at the cougar. The weapon arced with electricity from pommel to blade tip and there was a flurry of icy-blue slashing light. The big cat snarled and clawed at the swordsman, attempting to bash into his body. But Slade gracefully leapt from the animal’s path and summer-salted in the air, and coming down with an awesome amount of force, he split the cougar in half, from its skull to its tail. An ear-piercing screech echoed throughout the distance and the mountain lion was dead. Replacing the weapon, Slade wiped his damp face and crouched down beside the cowboy, “Reeve…” He gently held the large man’s chin and turned his mutilated face to the side. The cowboy was too mortified to speak and Slade saw the tears streak his puffy cheeks. “Don’t move all right,” he whispered. Reeve didn’t want him to fight alone. “No, Slade.” He grabbed his arm. “I’ll help you.” “Not to worry. I’ll deal with this…” The swordsman eyed the other men from the Basiac Delta. They were disoriented and falling about, holding their wounds while searching for their weapons. “Get the hell to your feet you pansy ass losers!” He flicked a hand and whipped out the sword, “Fuck with my lover, will you!” **** Reeve staggered around, running a jacket sleeve over his bloodied mouth. Taken aback, he stared at Slade and his chest puffed up with pride. The commander had blown him away with his overprotective nature and he was beginning to wonder what he’d missed in this strange transformation of Slade’s. Slade whipped the sword around and without batting an eye, tore the loaded rifle in half and like a hot knife through butter, 158
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the two halves hit the earth with a dull thud. The three men jumped back. “I said, fuck with the cowboy again and I’ll kill you all. Don’t forget it. I’m a damned prick and won’t think twice!” The sharpshooter watched the assailants retreat and then run. He looked at Slade with nothing but awe-inspired admiration. His lean body was pumped and his cold, unemotional features made Reeve’s cock go rock hard. The man was a bloody turn on twenty-four seven and Reeve needed to screw him real bad right at that moment. That flirtatious grin filled the cowboy’s swollen face and he pulled the long, heavy coat off chuckling. “I want to ball you, sweet cheeks!” Slade erupted with hearty laughter and drove the sword’s steel tip into the ground. “Yeah, you think so, do you, cowboy??” He eagerly nodded, tearing open the fly of his jeans. “Now, blade boy, I’m so fucking horny!” He grabbed Slade’s face itching for a kiss. “You do it to me every time and lately, with this brazen attitude of yours, I’m stiff morning ‘til night.” “Then do me, cowboy!” Slade felt Reeve’s mouth and as they kissed, there was a burst of energy, but it was short lived and the large man backed off slightly. The swordsman could see he was undecided. “I love you and I wish I could…” Right then, the adrenaline wore off and the full extent of his injuries hit his pain sensors. The cowboy was suffering so much discomfort, he couldn’t think straight and let him go. “I’m sorry, Slade.” He slouched toward the ground. “Don’t be silly. There’s nothing to be sorry for, you big idiot.” Slade was quick to grab hold of his upper body and he tried to keep the man standing, but the sharpshooter was too heavy and they both slumped into the grass. “Thanks.” The large man hugged him with an exhausted but caring smile. “You still give me a rush like no one else ever 159
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exaggerated groan, slumped down beside Reeve on the couch. Shooting a perturbed glance in the sharpshooter’s direction, he grumbled obscenities under his breath. “All right! All right!” He snatched the pen from Reeve’s hand. “I’ll do it. I don’t know why I let you talk me into this shit…” He angrily muttered while applying his signature to the first page of the contract. “You also need to sign here,” pointed Reeve, and then he flipped to the next page, “and here.” “What’s this?” Slade’s eyebrows rose as he read the following page, which was full to the bottom with a separation disclaimer. “If I take Astron for half the time…” his voice trailed off to a squeak and he glared at Reeve. Out of nervous habit, Reeve swallowed, half-smiling, and adjusted the hat. “It has to be there. I already told you, Slade. It’s the law. We have to agree now, to the terms of how Astron would be cared for if we were to separate…or worse…well you know.” “Yeah, I know!” snapped the swordsman and then out of sheer frustration, put his signature to the dotted line. When all was said and done, Reeve pushed his luck a little further and hesitantly placed the banks pre-approved mortgage papers in front of Slade. The commander nearly blew a circuit when he saw those papers and then the adoption forms right beside them. Clenching the pen, Slade stared at the ceiling, cursing mildly and then he yanked the remainder of the papers from Reeve’s grasp and began signing everything furiously. The whole time, his dislike to the situation spewed. “You know, cowboy, you’d better not be taking me for a ride! I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! I mean what the hell has come over me!” He shook his head and then threw the pen down. “There! I’m done signing my life away for you, my precious, so can I leave now?” 162
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Reeve stood up, chuckling. “Thanks, Slade. You know I appreciate all this. You’ve made me very happy.” The commander hung his head, almost in tears as the larger man held him. “Yeah, I know,” he flatly answered. “But it doesn’t mean I have to like it. So if you’ll excuse me, cowboy.” He pulled away. “I’d like to be left alone right now to wallow in my selfabsorbed pity.” Reeve howled with laughter as Slade wandered solemnly from the room. “Your sense of humour’s getting better there, blade boy. Chip off the old block.” “Glad to of been of service to you.” Slade waved a limp hand and feeling terribly down-trodden, closed the bedroom door. The better part of the morning was gone when Reeve entered the Zone cafeteria. He really didn’t care for being there because, just as he’d suspected, every set of eyes in the place was fixed on him. Rumours had spread throughout the military base pertaining to his expulsion, drop in rank, the murders and his break up with Slade. Most of the young cadets figured he was involved with the murders somehow and that’s why he drank. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but no matter what he said, no one was willing to listen, nor did they care to. Being at the Zone wasn’t nice. Squeezing gently into a chair, Reeve flinched as the steel just grazed his spine. The pain was incredibly intense and he immediately popped two painkillers into his mouth, sucking them back with his coffee. Smiling, Vela waved as she neared his table. “Morning, big man. And how are you today?” He shrugged, adjusting his sore behind in the chair. “Ah, I’m okay, I suppose, babe.” She examined his overall appearance, then sighed patting his 163
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swollen hand. “You look like a few miles of rough road. How are you feeling?” “Physically, I feel like a truck ran me over, but emotionally, I feel awesome!” A huge smile brightened his lips and fumbling about inside his coat pocket, he produced a thick, rolled-up mess of papers and slid them across the table at her, gesturing for her to open them. He couldn’t contain his enthusiasm any longer. He had to share the good news with someone. “Take a look at all those, Vela.” Vela laughed, reluctant to see. “What’s this?” “I’m not saying. You just read them,” he eagerly pointed, watching her face. As her eyes scanned the papers, her expression was one of unmitigated shock. Putting them down, she stared at Reeve, then feverishly giggled. “Oh my God!” She quickly lowered her voice as everyone around them was staring. “Oh my God, Reeve hun, I don’t know what to say!” She was so excited for him, she jumped up from the table and hugged him tight, “I can’t believe Slade actually signed all of these—even the mortgage papers!” She looked at him, sitting back down. “Yeah, can you believe it?” His eyes widened. “I couldn’t believe it myself, but he did. He signed all of the papers this morning and…” He paused to dig in another pocket, then set a small black leather box on the table. “He gave me this as well, last night. I couldn’t wear it this morning because my fingers have swelled, but isn’t it great?” “No way,” she whispered opening the box. Baffled, she eyed Reeve in disbelief. “You’re not serious? Slade Igerman, the man who swore never to marry, the man who swore never to have children or a mortgage, has just given you a ring?” “Yeppers that’s the man.” Reeve beamed, shaking his head. “I know. Weird isn’t it? I never thought in a million years we’d be 164
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back together and especially back together in the legal sense. But he’s really changed, Vela.” The pretty blonde flashed him a sweet smile. “You know what, I think that is totally fantastic and I wish you both the very best, hun. I always knew Slade had it in him, he was just insecure that’s all.” Her words caught Reeve unawares and as they sunk in, the sharpshooter realized, how right she was. The fact that Slade had never given marriage a thought was because he was afraid of being hurt, scared of being used and of being let down. When you give someone your whole self, heart and soul, it’s a huge risk. The love and faithfulness along with commitment had always been there from Slade. Reeve just hadn’t caught on until now. The swordsman had always been totally devoted to him and, sadly, it had taken everything horrible, up until this point, before he could see it. Getting up, Reeve vacantly looked at Vela. His mind was elsewhere and there was something he had to do. “Sorry, babe, I have to run. We’ll talk later, all right?” He snatched up all the papers. **** Vela stood up. “Okay, Reeve, see you later, then.” Puzzled, she scratched her head as he dashed from the cafeteria. “Well, that was a quickie.” **** The large man slid out into the main walkway and catching a glimpse of a familiar face, he shouted above the commotion of the music and young cadets rushing in every direction, “Laird, 165
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wait!” The older man turned toward the deep voice. “Hey, cowboy, what’s up?” Smiling, Laird casually strolled up to Reeve. “I really need your help.” “Okay, what can I do?” “Drive me to Triburn?” Laird frowned, looking at his watch. “But the competition is in less than an hour. And I promised Stein I’d be there.” “Please, old man. I know. I promised Slade as well, but this is really important.” Reeve put on his puppy dog eyes, pleading with the older cadet, “You can blame it all on me. C’mon, gun boy, I really need to do this.”` Laird closed his eyes, grumbling. “Fine. All right, Reeve, but you’re right. When we see Stein, the blame’s on you.” Reeve chuckled, slapping his back. “Thanks, Laird. I owe you.” “Oh yeah, cowboy, you’re going to owe me big time.” Laird grinned, jogging beside him toward the Zone’s exit.
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Chapter Twenty-Five lade searched the whole of the arena’s spectators. He had ten minutes before the last of his battles was to start and there was still no sign of the cowboy. Feeling a little let down and disappointed, he pursed his lips. He’d really hoped that Reeve would’ve been there. Not that he deserved the support, and slumping into his seat, he figured that what goes around comes around, and there was a price to be paid for his past selfishness. Just as the last combat contestants were called to take their places in the battle area, Reeve and Laird came barrelling into the stands, out of breath. Laird bent over, cursing, his chest aching, as he hung off Reeve’s coat. He tried to stand up straight and swallowed. “My God man…you can run. I’m getting too old for this shit.” Reeve chuckled, then coughed, stepping down toward the base of the stands. “Nah, you’re not too old, Laird, you’re just not as driven as I am.” The large man leaned on the guardrail that separated the battling zone from the spectators. Slade rolled his head across his shoulders to relax. Reeve grinned from ear to ear, the man looked damned fine in his new uniform. The uniform was made up of a ruby red, tight fitting blazer cut jacket that was adorned with two rows of black and
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gold buttons down either side of the breast sections. The lapels were hand stitched with gold, red, black and white insignias stating his rank, and awards of merit and on the shoulders were gold bands set with several medals. His white shirt underneath had a black collar. His straight, black snug pants had a single red stripe down the outside seam of each pant leg, making Slade look almost regal. His shiny black boots, black belt with a gold buckle, black gloves and black sash that hung from his left shoulder and was tied to his right hip, made Reeve drool. The commander looked awesome all clean-shaven and neatly pressed for action. **** As Slade took a step into the centre ring, he heard a deep hollering echo from the stands, and glancing up, he blushed when he saw Reeve smiling back, his heart was finally placed at ease. Slade’s face darkened as he respectfully bowed to his opponent and lifted the sword at a curved angle above his head. **** Reeve clenched his fists, jeering and awing with each blow his partner made. The tension was so bad, he nearly blew a fuse every time the referee made a signal to the judges against Slade. And he bitched to Laird every two seconds when he thought Slade was being wrongfully marked by the ref. Laird laughed his head off, attempting to explain that Slade wasn’t being given demerits, but in fact, was being given a higher score. “Cowboy, calm yourself.” Laird pointed. “See when the ref holds his hand up like that, that’s a good thing.” 168
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“Really?” Reeve suspiciously eyed him. “Well, what does it mean then?” “Really, I’m not bullshitting you. It means Slade was just given a bonus of two marks.” “Well, then that’s a good thing, old man, because if the ref so much as marks Slade wrong, I’ll bust his balls.” Laird howled with laughter slapping his back. “Yeah, I believe you would, cowboy!” “Oh, you’d better believe it.” **** As the metal blades touched, Slade grunted, trying to force his opponent off balance, but the other swordsman was quite a bit larger and wouldn’t budge. Slade stepped back into a butterfly stance, where his arm is bent at the elbow into a crescent shape and the sword is held out straight from the wrist, and his other arm is held out the same. Crouched slightly on his right knee, his other leg is stretched out straight behind to support his body weight. With his feet firmly planted, Slade passed the other cadet an unemotional stare and as the man came at him, he sprang backward doing a back-flip and landed with the sword out in front. The cadet rushed at Slade and thrusting into his body, his blade caught Slade in the chest even though he twisted his body around to avoid the hit. The referee blew his whistle and signalled to the judges. Slade was breathing fast and he felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest. Looking at his jacket, he could see the red material deepen, to almost a black colour. The cut was superficial and he waved the judge away. ****
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This time Reeve did blow a circuit, swearing from the stands. And Laird had to escort him from the arena to keep him from seeing the remainder of the fight. “Jeez, Laird. What the fuck was that?” “It’s all part and parcel to the competition, Reeve. Accidents are expected once in a while.” “Bullshit!” Reeve paced the narrow corridor next to the changing rooms. “I hate these bloody competitions. You know, a couple of years back, Slade nearly suffered permanent damage to his face. Friggin’ hell, Laird, I don’t know why you guys put yourselves through this crap.” Laird folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. “Why do you put yourself through what you do?” “Me, put myself through what?” Reeve inquisitively looked at him. “You know exactly what I mean, cowboy. This last year of personal turmoil, the drinking, begging and lying?” Reeve waved a large hand. “That’s totally different, gun boy, and you know it.” “Why is it so different? You went insane because you loved that man out there so much, you had to have him. Slade loves his job so much, he’d do anything to prove it. We all go to extreme measures when someone or something we care for is involved.” “Yeah, well, I already have two counsellors, one for rehab and one for personal shit. Laird, I don’t need another one.” The older man held his hands up in defeat. “You’re right. I’m sorry, cowboy. I just hope for Slade’s sake, as well as your own, that things get better from here on in.” Assisted by two nurses’ aides, Slade was walked into one of the emergency surgery rooms and Reeve wasn’t far behind. The cowboy watched as they carefully stitched up the cut on his chest and upper stomach. Slade looked at his partner wincing every 170
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now and then when the needle pierced his skin. “Thanks for coming.” Reeve flicked the velvet hat up. “I’m sorry I was late, Slade.” “Not a problem, cowboy.” The commander winked. “I knew you’d come eventually. That’s one of your strong suits. You’re as loyal as the day is long.” Reeve’s face flushed as the two nurses glanced in his direction, giggling. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to this new bolder and more open behaviour of Slade’s. “When you’re done, can we have a little privacy?” “Sure, I don’t see why not.” He thanked the nurse aides, then closed the door behind them. “We’re alone now, what’s up?” “I was late for a reason.” Reeve shifted as he jumped off the gurney. “Oh and why’s that?” Slade slipped on a clean shirt. “I asked Laird to take me into Triburn, to buy you something. I thought it wasn’t right, for me to be the only one with a ring, so I bought you this.” Nervously trembling, Reeve handed Slade a small leather pouch. “I love you.” **** Slade opened the pouch and dumped the contents into his palm and instantly, his heart thumped. Though his face didn’t show it, he was deeply touched. “I’m speechless, cowboy…” Staring in astonishment at his lover, the necklace nearly brought him to tears. He quickly wiped each eye, then gawked at the far wall. “Are you all right, sweet cheeks?” The large man spoke up very quietly. Worried he’d hurt the man, he gently squeezed his shoulder. “If you don’t like it, I’ll return it.” Slade curbed his need to cry, but his low voice revealed the truth. “I’m all right,” he sputtered. 171
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“Then why are you so upset?” “I saw this pendant a long time ago. It reminded me of why I became a soldier and how we met all those years back.” He lightly rubbed a fingertip over the gold cross bound with thorns and carried a tiny heart caught up inside the thorns. “I looked at it often…nearly every time I went into Triburn, but I could never bring myself to buy it.” “I know you did and that’s why I bought it for you instead.” Reeve blinked, feeling Slade cling to his body as if he was about to die. “You’re more sensitive under your cold exterior than I ever gave you credit for, sweet cheeks. I’m sorry that I’ve doubted how you felt about me.” The cowboy smiled, hugging him. It was nice to know that Slade thought about him more than he could’ve ever guessed, and the feeling was mutual. “The heart is you and I’m the thorns.” Slade lessened his hold. “Yeah, I get the picture. But have you ever thought it might have been the other way around?” Reeve leaned against the wall, watching him finish dressing, “I was pretty messed up when we met, and come to think of it, I am now. Your affection is what makes me get up in the morning.” Slade hung his head as the tears fell to the floor. “Jeez, you big bloody cowboy.” He half-laughed, wiping his face, “You’re such a friggin’ sap.” Reeve chuckled. “Yeah, well at least I’m not a cold prick!” Then without warning, he tackled the commander, sending them both flying into the lockers. Putting Slade into a headlock, he ruffled his hair and Slade squirmed about, pushing and punching him, “Yeah, that’s right, say it, blade boy! Who’s the man here!” Slade’s low voice hit a high octave and he squealed, “Bite me, asshole!” Reeve shook with laughter as they tussled all around the 172
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room, knocking things over and then smashing into the door, flinging it open, both falling onto the cement at Laird’s feet. The older man wasn’t put out in the least and only sighed, watching them play fight with mild interest. “I’m ready to leave. Stein’s waiting for me. Do you both want to tag along?” Slade cleared his throat as he was picked up and slammed into the wall. “Sure, Laird.” He laughed, losing his breath. “Just give me a sec to kick the cowboy’s ass,” he grunted as he was slammed again, “and then we’re off.” After the awards ceremony, Vela took the opportunity to introduce Slade’s weapon, the same one he’d used during the competition. She hoped the cadet commander’s fame would boost sales for the Helix Corporation, not to mention, he’d won first place yet again and that was the type of publicity money couldn’t buy. There were handshakes and pictures taken as the blonde answered the reporter’s questions. Slade was blushing like a June bride, and when his part to play was over, he and Reeve quietly snuck off to head for home. The day was perfect for house hunting. Not that Slade really cared any more. He’d seen so many houses in the last week that they were all beginning to look the same. Each building was just a different configuration of boxes piled on top of one another, with a roof, siding, steps and doors. The two men wandered to and from the rooms, examining the condition of each and every one. Once in a while, Slade would pass off a muffled grunt. He didn’t have much of an opinion on anything as long as everything functioned and the commute wasn’t unreasonable, he’d be happy. Reeve was the perfectionist and so he was the one to scrutinize everything from top to bottom. He wanted their home to be the best it could. 173
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They’d been out house hunting for the better part of the day and both were hungry and getting a little bored. The cowboy stood in the kitchen. It was bright, clean and neat, but also on the small side. With a fist to his mouth, he mulled over whether he liked the galley idea and then for no apparent reason at all, he opened the fridge, and his stomach rumbled. “What are you doing?” Slade didn’t like the idea of snooping through other people’s things, it was an invasion of privacy. He nervously looked back through the living room toward the front door. Reeve bent over to get a better look at the contents of the fridge. “There’s a lot you can learn from what a person eats. Plus, I’m friggin’ starved. I thought I’d sneak an apple or something—anything really.” Both men looked at the contents of the fridge and, to say the least, there wasn’t much to speak of—a small brick of cheese, butter, a jug of milk, half a loaf of bread, a smudged glass of apple juice, a couple of cartons of eggs and a ton of condiments—everything from ketchup and Tabasco sauce to whipping cream. Obviously, whoever lives in this house likes their sauces and dressings. Reeve’s lips curled into a disappointed frown. “Yep, nothing.” He gestured with a large hand. “What kind of person needs six cans of whipping cream? That’s just weird. We should get the hell out of this dump and grab some lunch, before I pass out from lack of nourishment, sweet cheeks.” “Agreed.” Slade grimly eyed him. “Frig man, I’m not a girl!” When Reeve laughed, the commander caught the fridge door before it closed. He had an idea and swiped a tin of the whipping cream. “I know what this is for.” He started to shake the tin. The cowboy’s chuckling abruptly ended and he cautiously backed away from his lover, that tin and the evil smirk on Slade’s 174
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face. “Hey now—wait just a bloody minute, blade boy! I know what you’re thinking, but we’re here to look at the house not christen it…” Slade wickedly laughed and shaking the can of whipping cream, pressed a finger to the serrated tip and the semisweet white spray hit Reeve’s face. The cowboy ducked and dove at him, pinning his body to the dining room table in the adjoining room. The tables wooden legs let off a high-pitched screech, scraping the tiled floor. Slade struggled with him to keep control of the tin, then he swore as Reeve shot the sticky foam under his shirt. Reeve chuckled while mashing it into the material with a flat hand. It was cold and Slade cuffed him. His chest and stomach were coated. “You bastard…shit!” Reeve howled holding his gut. Slade looked like a kitten with two balls of whipping cream on either side of his head and foam on his nose. Slade grumbled, then smirked, lifting his shirt up. “Oh man, Reeve, I’m totally stuck here!” The large man grinned and yanked each of his boots off. The commander blinked staring at him. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He gripped the waist of his jeans, cursing as Reeve persisted on pulling them off his body. “This isn’t the time or place, cowboy!” The cowboy wore a naughty grin, playfully nuzzling Slade’s groin, caressing the man’s penis with his thick lips. It tickled and Slade laughed, running two whip-creamed hands through his hair and his fingers worked the pony tail loose. Reeve removed his clothes while licking the semi-sweet foam from Slade’s stomach, and liking the taste of the commander’s salty flesh mixed with the sweetness, he shot another line of the white substance across his ever hardening cock. He gawked at the cowboy and then loudly grunted as the man proceeded to eat his throbbing penis. 175
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The sensation was divine and Slade excitedly cried out, anxiously waiting for more. “Yeah, cowboy I like that! C’mon, suck me harder!” The sharpshooter chuckled and ran a wide, flat tongue up his torso and chest, hungrily licking up every trace of the whipping cream. Slade went wild, grabbing for his large body. “C’mon, Reeve, do me!” He spread his legs. “Do you want me, blade boy?” The cowboy slid his bare ass down to the edge of the table. Slade damn near yelled, he was so wound up. “Yes! So don’t fool around!” Reeve kissed his bent knees and touched the moist opening with the head of his cock, and then without warning, rammed it into him. Slade hugged him as he pumped hard and deep. “Holy shit, cowboy!” The large man suddenly hesitated pulling half way out and then he teased Slade with a slight push, then ramming again. The cadet leader glared at him, as he repeatedly teased his lower body with the stopping and starting. “No, Reeve! I said screw me!” Reeve smiled and gripped the table edge, thrusting. Dropping back onto the table, Slade moaned, exposing an open mouth. The cowboy wanted so desperately to shove his tongue inside, he could already taste it and he feverishly grunted, thrusting even faster. As his hips drove Slade home, the table began to squeak and slide further away, until it reached the far wall. The swordsman erupted, laughing as his entire body was jolted and the woods edge smacked the wall making a dent. “That’s it! Drive me, cowboy!” Slade’s penis hurt so badly, it ached and he moaned flexing his backside up. Reeve couldn’t stand it any longer. He clamoured up onto the table and wildly mauled the smaller man’s hot face and lips. 176
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“Jeez, Slade, I love fucking you! You have the sweetest ass, blade boy!” Slade emitted moan after moan as the cowboy fondled his erection and then he clutched at the larger man’s body and kissed his lips gasping for oxygen. When the climax came, the sharpshooter went nuts and held the smaller man so tightly, he almost couldn’t breathe. He slammed his hips and Slade’s backside was pounded raw. The rush hit fast for both of them. Reeve cradled the back of his head while tenderly kissing his neck, and then they both froze as the table creaked. The wood was straining from the extra weight and it suddenly collapsed. Reeve chuckled, biting his nipple. Slade shook with laughter. “Hey, sweet cheeks, I think we went at it too hard.” “It’s your fault, Reeve. We’re both too heavy to be on the table at once.” He was about to roll off when he heard the tin of whipping cream shoot. The cowboy closed his eyes, frowning as the foam was shot up the crack of his ass. Slade howled, running his fingers in the foam and driving them deep into his butt. Reeve pursed his lips and fought to hold him down while reaching back for the tin. “You little bastard, Slade!” Both men tumbled off the busted table, laughing hysterically and tackled each other on the floor. After a few minutes, the tin was emptied and both were coated in strips of whipping cream. Laying there panting and naked, each man looked like a Zebra in the mess of food, broken wood and other debris. All of a sudden, Reeve sat bolt upright and dumbly stared at the owners of the house who were with their real estate agent. Slade instantly turned bright red and crouched behind his lover. Quite nonchalant as usual, Reeve blinked, “Well…we’ve discussed it and I don’t really know if it’s the right house for us.” 177
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He glanced over the mess they’d made and innocently smiled. “Sorry for the mess.” With their mouths gaping, the three people looked at one another, slightly horrified and the saleslady rolled her eyes. She leaned over toward Slade. “So I take it you’re in full agreement, Mr. Igerman?” Slade blushed, hiding his face. “Yeah, we need more time to think about it,” he mumbled. Anxious for a sale of any kind because the embarrassment was killing her, the real estate agent clapped her hands together and adorned a polite grin. “Not a problem. We’ll give you both a moment to get dressed, then you can discuss it in private.” The other woman vacantly pointed at the two men. “My whipping cream…my table…” Her husband gently led her from the house. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you some more.” Slade had never been so embarrassed in his life. Still redfaced and wearing a confused frown, he sighed and plunked down to the floor. Concerned, Reeve searched his sad eyes. “Hey, sweet cheeks, aren’t you happy?” “I’m happy, Reeve…but I guess it’s going to be official soon…tonight we’ll be married and then we’ll have that kid living with us, too.” He paused, then swore, shoving Reeve away. “Ah shit, cowboy, what the hell have you talked me into!” Reeve forced his body onto Slade, making the smaller man fall back to the floor. “Listen, blade boy, I asked a million times if you wanted to go all the way…so don’t blame me if you agreed.” “Well, you should’ve asked me one million and one times.” Slade turned his face away, the man’s breath hot against his cheek. 178
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Reeve smirked, kissing him. “I keep telling you, sweet cheeks, you enflame me when you’re so bloody saucy.” Slade nearly choked laughing as the large man, once again, began to grope his flesh. “Let’s go home first, all right. Then you can ball me all you want.” The sharpshooter flashed that legendary flirtatious grin and slapped his ass. “Then get friggin’ dressed, blade boy, my dicks friggin’ ready to fall off, it’s so stiff!” Slade stared at him in utter disbelief. “I warned you about lying, Reeve. The day your cock drops off, is the day I die!” The water was shut off and the swordsman darted through the bedroom for the closet. He had the towel wrapped around his midriff and was bent over digging through a low drawer of the closet organizer. Reeve wandered into the room while buttoning the cuff to his shirtsleeve. It had been years since he’d worn a long sleeved dress shirt. “I don’t have to wear a tie, do I, sweet cheeks?” “I wouldn’t bother. It’s just your brother not the General we’re having dinner with.” The large man bent toward the mirrored closet slider. “Yeah, well, Jake comes pretty damned close.” Slade threw a pair of dress socks and slacks out onto the bed. “He is a bit uptight, I admit. But I think he’s a genuinely nice guy.” “Nice, sure.” Reeve shifted as the smaller man shot past and bounced on the bed. “But uptight…he’s more than uptight, he’s perfectionist uptight and that’s the worst kind.” “Oh like me, you mean.” Slade jumped up, yanking the slacks on. “No, not like you.” The large man knew it was better to smooth things over with lots of doting praise. “You’re a 179
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perfectionist to a certain degree, yes, sweet cheeks, but you’re not bloody anal about it.” He kissed the man’s rigid features. Slade grimaced, eyeing him while working the belt through the pant loops. “Great, now I’m anal…” “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” Reeve retorted, then vanished inside the closet to search for his black, leather jacket. “You just like things a certain way. You’re neat. I’m a slob. You’re organized. I’m organized—but not in a way you can appreciate. Your personal habits are more refined, that’s all.” The search ended when the large man grinned and hugged the jacket. “You’re different, Slade. But that’s what I love about you. Plus you keep me on the straight and narrow.” Slade smirked putting on his boots. “Opposites attract— right?” “Exactly!” Reeve flipped the collar down on the jacket and strode past the bed. “How do I look?” The commander had to confess, the cowboy looked really hot when he made the effort to dress better. The tight fitting black jeans and black belt, high polished boots, dove-grey dress shirt and leather jacket were a very nice combination. He absently watched as the large man slapped his face with cologne in front of the bathroom mirror, then adjusted the hat. “You look awesome!” Dumbfounded, the sharpshooter gradually stepped away from the mirror. “Is that you, Slade Igerman?” “Yeah, sure.” Slade’s heart banged that much harder as the large man got intimately close. He was excited and would’ve loved to give Reeve a good shag. “What? Can’t I say how I feel…or is that luxury just yours? I think you’re handsome, cowboy.” “Okay, now I know for certain you’re not my lover.” Reeve pretended to examine him everywhere and even lifted his arms to 180
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look about. “What did you do with my husband?” Slade’s face drew to a white quivering blank. “Husband…” He gulped. That was one word that would undoubtedly take a bit to get used to. “After tonight, that’s what you’ll be—well actually we’ll be to one another. I mean that’s why we’re dressing up…isn’t it?” He got next to the swordsman and his deep voice rumbled with nothing but affection. “I’ve waited since I was nineteen for this moment, Slade, so please don’t get cold feet and ruin things…I love you so friggin’ much.” The commander felt a twinge in his chest, then it finally subsided and he patted the cowboy’s face. The fear was almost gone. “Not to worry, I won’t leave you standing at the altar. And I love you, too.” They kissed and the smaller man grabbed his jacket before opening the door. “We’d better get our asses in gear or else the General and everyone else will think we’ve flown the coop.” Slade graciously bowed allowing him to walk by. And Reeve laughed and goosed him in passing. The general’s personal chambers were a divergence from the outside world and brought everyone down to a level of peacefulness. The lighting was subdued and the running water from a tiny electrical fountain added to the tranquility. The room was tastefully decorated with antique furniture and a few potted plants. The whole atmosphere was quiet, serene and ideal for a marriage ceremony. Michael was enjoying a mouthful of brandy when he hopped up to answer the door. “Come in, please.” He stepped aside so Reeve and Slade could greet their family and friends. Reserved, as ever, Jake was quick to put his glass of wine down and shake each man’s hand. But Clarence offered his 181
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Once the whole ceremony was over, the general announced their union and everyone applauded. Then Slade took everyone by surprise when he grabbed the cowboy’s face, squishing it between his hands and planted a big wet one. “See, that wasn’t so bad!” He grinned. The room erupted with hearty laughter all around and the sharpshooter was left smacking his numb lips. “I suppose not…you’re getting really quite strange in your old age, sweet cheeks.” Right then the large man jumped with a vacant look on his face. The commander had just goosed him. Things were getting weirder by the second and this whole acting on impulse just wasn’t like the man. “Okay…” Reeve’s deep voice trailed off and he wandered from the room behind Slade. “Are you feeling all right?” “Yep, how about some dinner now?” He wore a coy grin. “You’re coming with us back to Jake’s place. It’s all been arranged,” said Clarence. “Yes, I made a nice dinner,” the blond added. “Well, I guess…” Reeve shot his lover a discriminating stare. He didn’t know what was supposed to happen next. “Should we accept or what?” he whispered as Thelma said her goodbyes. She had to go to work. Slade smiled giving her a kiss then wrangled his way around the general. “It’s called manners, cowboy. They’ve invited us and I think we should go.” “I wanted sex…you know, consummate the relationship thing…” Reeve muttered under his breath, then right on cue, his voice got louder. “I love you, too, Mom. Yep we’ll come over soon.” Thelma hugged her son goodbye. Slade laughed watching Reeve balance several conversations at once. “Thank you, sir.” Next he firmly shook Michael’s hand. “We really appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to do this.” 183
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“My pleasure, Taylor, and good luck.” The man slapped his back, then escorted Vela to a secluded corner. They had serious business to discuss. “Vela, I only need a half hour of your time.” Reeve eyeballed his little brother, then jerked his head toward the door. “Dinner sounds great. Thanks. We’ll follow you.” The time had come to escape. He spoke from the side of his mouth. “Fine, dinner first. Then I ball you blind later, okay, sweet cheeks?” Again, he announced with an overly congenial smile. “Lead on, bro!” Clarence glanced back, more confused than ever. The large man had Slade by the upper arm and kept him snug at his side. “Did you hear me?” Perplexed, the swordsman eyed him. “Are you actually talking to me or them? Because one minute you’re looking at me and then the next you’re looking at them.” “You.” “Food, then sex—got it!” Slade snapped his fingers while forcing a very sober frown. “I can’t forget, food then sex!” He drove a fist into the palm of his hand. “Oh, very funny, blade boy, you’ve been practicing again haven’t you. Let’s mock good old Reeve.” “Would I mock you?” Slade batted innocent eyes at him. “Now would I? I’m deeply hurt, cowboy…deeply…” Reeve bent over, snickering. Slade waved ahead to the other two men. “No worries, we’ll catch up!” He hollered. Clarence and Jake didn’t know what to make of Slade’s big, stupid smile. The cowboy put both fists to his eyes laughing harder. “It was food, then sex, right?” The commander leaned way down to look the sharpshooter solemnly in the face. “I wouldn’t want to mix it up or anything.” The best Reeve could muster was a nod. The succulent aroma of roast beef, vegetables, mashed 184
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“Be nice,” he whispered. “But this is hilarious.” The large man jerked a thumb toward the kitchen with a hand up to his mouth. “Oh come on, sweet cheeks, you can’t seriously tell me you don’t want to laugh. They’re all over each other and trying to hide it in the kitchen amongst the bowls of food. If we don’t leave soon we could be subject to some pretty nasty pornography.” “It’s new. They’ll get over it.” Slade cleared his throat, trying not to laugh as the two men returned. “Later, cowboy. Drop it.” Reeve slapped both hands together with an exaggerated grin. “Smells great! So what’s for dinner?” “Roast beef.” Jake set out the last platter, which was full of meat, then took a seat. The dinner was good. But it wasn’t the meal that they were having a hard time swallowing. It was the transition of dialogue between Clarence and Jake. The cowboy and swordsman were at a loss. They’d never known Jake to be a vocally challenged idiot before, but he was verbally falling all over himself and acting like a teenager. Every time the man had to speak to the MP, he was stammering and red in the face. They looked at Clarence and he was lapping it up. Jake was head-over-heels for Clarence and by the younger man’s bright smile it was evident that he felt the same. Once the main course was finished, the cowboy had decidedly heard enough, so he added to the conversation. Slade and Clarence were talking about the tragedy of war. “Speaking of war, Clarence mentioned you were injured in the line of duty. What happened exactly?” Reeve thought the question was fair game, but when his brother’s face went visibly white and the man was making the cut motion to his throat, he promptly withdrew it from the conversation. “It’s okay, on second thought, you don’t have to tell us.” 186
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“No I don’t mind.” Jake’s voice dropped to compensate. “I was cut up pretty bad…a militant’s blade caught my groin and I lost a lot of blood.” Slade was ready to puke and Reeve wished he hadn’t asked. The blond half-smiled. “I thought the guy had sliced my thigh open…you have major arteries in your thighs, but as it turned out he’d cut my left testicle off.” The answer came without any warning and Slade abruptly coughed across his plate of food. Reeve eyed him and keeping the straightest face of his life, he quite firmly whacked the swordsman in the back, “Are you all right, sweet cheeks?” “Ah yeah,” the man wheezed, grabbing for a napkin. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks…I swallowed wrong…” “Are you sure, Slade? I can get you a drink,” Jake offered. **** Clarence pursed his lips. He wanted to kill his brother and Slade, and if either of them so much as made an off-coloured comment, he was ready to pounce. **** “No, really, I’m fine.” Slade grinned behind the napkin and waved a hand. Reeve took a mouthful of water. “Holy shit, Jake. That is terrible.” It was so difficult not to laugh. “Would you excuse me. Where is the bathroom, please?” “Third door on your left, down the hall,” the blond said as he pointed. “Slade, would you like some dessert?” The swordsman eagerly nodded. He’d do anything to change 187
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“If and when you ever meet the man, whatever you do, don’t tell him you’re gay.” Clarence looked a Jake. “He isn’t a nice guy.” **** The three men stared at the sharpshooter as he returned to his seat. Reeve knew they were looking at him, but the large man chose to ignore it and when he did finally look in Slade’s direction he went on the defensive. “What? What have I done now?” Clarence whipped his napkin at the guy. “Asshole!” “I am not an asshole.” He stabbed a finger at his lover. “And why don’t you give him shit—he thought it was hil—” Right then, the cowboy loudly groaned and clenching a fist, leaned way over the table and hissed at the swordsman. “What did you do that for!? That friggin’ hurt, blade boy!” Slade innocently glanced at the man. “Do what? Honestly, Reeve, I don’t know what you’re going on about.” “You stomped on my foot!” Jake burst out laughing and all three men looked at him. “Please stop!” The tears streaked his face. “Oh my God, you two are hilarious! Do you do parties?” Anything to do with money and Reeve was all ears. He was instantly sober. “How much?” “We quit the comedy routine years ago.” Slade glared at him. “On a serious note though, do you have any nephews, Jake?” “Of course, three, why?” “It’s this whole being a dad thing that has me worried. I didn’t have sisters or brothers and I’m not particularly fond of kids. I thought maybe you could give me a few pointers.”
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Another two weeks came and went in the house hunting game, and Slade had had about enough with the greedy sellers and pushy agents. And he hoped that the place they were about to see would be the charmer, because he was a hundred percent prepared to buy anything, just to make the agony end. Reeve was undecided and the house they were about to view, was for the second time. He didn’t know whether he really preferred it or not, because there was another spilt-level home on the other side of the Basiac Delta, that had a bit more square footage. Reeve and Slade stood outside the small, squat ranch style, grey and white house, a typical design for the area around the Delta where Reeve grew up. It was almost a carbon copy of his parents’ home. He glanced at Slade, signalling with a hand for the commander to follow his lead up the front steps to the porch. **** Slade exhaled a sigh of boredom and trudged up the steps behind. He wondered when their relationship called for actually purchasing a piece of property and when it also required for him to become a parent. Seven years had swiftly past and amongst all the trials and tribulations, he was still totally devoted to the cowboy, heart and soul, though he’d never verbally admitted it. His feelings were clearly shown through his actions, but being such a proud individual and putting ego before anything or anyone else, he’d kept that stiff upper lip. He was still Slade Igerman, the now legendary cadet commander and mechanical blade specialist. The two men leisurely wandered from room to room, while Reeve described every modern convenience the house would come with, if they were in fact to purchase it, and Slade was quite 190
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content to follow him. It had been a long time coming, but Slade finally began to see their relationship through Reeve’s eyes. It must have been difficult at times for the cowboy, walking two paces behind him, always catering to his job and to know he’d never reach the pinnacle of military status that he had. Reeve would never master the mechanical sword Slade had painstakingly taught him. The cowboy’s six foot-six frame was too bulky and slower, and never showed the graceful strength needed to wield the grand weapon. Reeve was highly intelligent in his own right, but lacked that cold, calculating nature needed to be a leader. And to Slade’s shame, he now realized why Reeve had cheated. How could any person live in another’s shadow? Reeve had felt trapped and taken for granted. He was the other half, neatly set aside and only brought out when Slade needed his support or affection. **** Silent and contemplative, the commander followed Reeve into the master bedroom, which was the last chamber at the back end of the house. The large man rambled on about the size and then happened to glance in Slade’s direction, who’d been unusually quiet throughout the entire tour. Reeve stopped his sentence midstream and watched his solemn face. He knew instinctively the swordsman was in deep thought. Slade stood rigid in front of the large rectangular window, with a vague stare directed at the golden, waist-high field of grass that rolled out from the building. He glowered. Then spoke up rather softly, “I’m really sorry that I’ve been such a prick to live with all these years.” He set his right hand on the pommel of the sword. “Hey, what brought that on?” Reeve stood next to him. 191
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The commander examined his doleful features “C’mon, Reeve, I know why you cheated…I’m not stupid.” “Listen, Slade, I thought you forgave me! I mean what the…” Slade took Reeve completely unawares by putting a hand to his face. “I have, cowboy, what I meant is…” he paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t blame you for balling Zack. I blame myself. Maybe if I’d made sure you didn’t have to live in my shadow constantly and put you ahead of myself, perhaps you would’ve been happier than you were.” He looked back out the window. “Maybe, if I hadn’t been such a selfabsorbed and demanding prick, you never would’ve taken that murder investigation on. I mean, I know now why you took the job. It was to get as far away from me as you possibly could. I drove you to it. Just like I drove you to the drinking.” The cowboy couldn’t believe his ears and slightly trembled. Slade had never been this intuitive and his ability to access the truth really hit a sore spot. Reeve felt very ashamed for his actions, more than he’d ever felt before. He blinked and swallowed a hardened lump in his throat. Turning his eyes from Slade’s unwavering gaze, his deep voice sounded strained and weak. “Nah, Slade, you’ve always made me happy.” “You never were a decent liar, cowboy.” Reeve hurriedly wiped his eyes and attempted to walk past, but the commander knew the man all too well and blocked the bedrooms doorway. Clicking the door shut, he unclipped the heavy sword and then taking the great weapon, placed it on the floor. Reeve watched as he removed the shotgun from the holster and set it beside the other weapon. Slade smiled, grabbing the buckle of his belt. Then he yanked the man forward, unclasping the metal square and proceeded to undo his jeans. Reeve put a pair of unsteady hands on Slade’s and whispered, 192
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“Okay, sweet cheeks, I admit, there were lots of times that it really fucking hurt and I thought you really didn’t care and…” He shook, closing his eyes when both his jeans and underwear slid past his hips. “…and I honestly thought you didn’t love me…” The large man looked down as Slade affectionately stroked his dick. “Jeez, blade boy, this isn’t like you…” He stammered, “Wwhat…here? Now?” Dropping to knee level, Slade licked his cock to an erection, then wrapped his mouth around the swelling head. The cowboy responded with a groan and fell back onto the wall. Instantly dazed by the pace of the sucking, Reeve’s face creased and clasping Slade’s bobbing head, his body slowly slid down to the floor. The moisture and heat felt incredible, it had been so long since the swordsman had pleased him like this, he was enraptured. Slade reached back and one by one, removed the cowboy’s boots, then gently tugged his jeans and underwear all the way off. Reeve hardly noticed that his lower body was naked and could only helplessly grunt as Slade continued to suck him harder. He hips pumped a little in time and his penis became so rigid it hurt. The sharpshooter stared at the ceiling breathless for a moment, then his scrotum tightened slightly and he finally let off a gasp. Slade eased the pressure and undid his own jeans, forcing them down to his knees. Disbelieving it, Reeve stared as Slade spread his legs and gently lay down on top of his body, “Ah, man, Slade, you do love me.” Slade gave each of his lips a tender kiss. “Yeah, cowboy, I do love you, more than you’ll ever know.” Reeve felt the swordsman’s hot shaft penetrate his backside and he suddenly clutched him. 193
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Slade groaned sucking on his bottom lip and he rocked both their lower bodies. “I know I’m an asshole, Reeve, but you’ll never be left out again.” He watched the cowboy’s blue eyes water. “You’re more than my lover…you’re my equal, you’re my husband and you are my life.” The cowboy swallowed another lump and could only nod in agreement then shivered as Slade tore open his shirt and mouthed his muscular chest. His hips thrust faster and he reached down, gripping Reeve’s ass. **** Vela sighed, then glanced at her watch “What’s taking them so long?” Zack shrugged and kicked a cloud of dry earth into the air “Like I give a shit.” “What is it with you lately?” The shapely blonde eyed him. He was about to give her the whole uncut version of his side of the story, but bit his tongue and looked away. “Nothing, Vela. I’m friggin’ thirsty and hot that’s all.” **** Slade loudly groaned with the release and held Reeve tight against his body. Beads of sweat rolled off his pale flesh as he rested his head under the man’s chin. Reeve licked his parched lips holding him and nuzzled the soft, brown hair that carried Slade’s strong scent. That unique smell that was the cadet commander’s essence always gave Reeve comfort and he could never get enough of it. He gradually shifted off Reeve and feebly hiked his jeans back up. “By the way, you’ve been reinstated to your original rank at 194
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the Basiac.” Bewildered, the sharpshooter sat up and stared. “What do you mean, I’ve been reinstated? What are you talking about, blade boy? That’s impossible. I was demoted with a dishonourable discharge.” He froze, then gripped Slade’s arm, “What did you do, Slade? Don’t tell me you risked your rank for my sake.” Worried, Reeve looked the smaller man in the eyes. “Tell me what you did!” The cadet commander leaned toward him and kissed his lips with the tenderest affection possible. “Don’t you want your old job back?” “Yeah…but…” “Then don’t question a good thing when it happens.” Reeve knew Slade had pulled some strings and he knew why. He watched the swordsman put his boots on and stand up. “Okay…” He smirked and shook his head chuckling. “The house, Slade, what do you think?” Slade held out a hand and helped the man to his feet. “I’ll think about it, cowboy. It’s a ways from Basiac Delta. Give me a few days, all right?” “Only two, sweet cheeks, any longer and we could lose it.” Reeve picked up his gun. The swordsman nodded and as he left the room, a sly grin grew across his face. Reeve nipped close at his heels. The large man was still in a state of shock by their lovemaking and the sudden change in Slade’s attitude, but it was such an awesome feeling that he hoped the man would be even more spontaneous in the future. For the very first time in their relationship, Slade had openly admitted some truths, truths they’d both known all along and perhaps the most significant action on his part, was he’d finally stood up for Reeve, not in public as of yet, but only time would 195
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tell. It was a definite step in the right direction. As they met up with Vela and Zack out in the driveway, Slade threw the truck keys at him. “You can drive.” He fumbled with them in midair, then opened the driver’s side door. Zack spoke up in a snippy tone. “What the hell took you guys so long?” Slade flashed the blond a nasty look and he immediately changed his tune. “Fine, you’re right, it’s none of my business.” The engine revved and once they were all seated, Slade snapped his shoulder strap on. “Hey, cowboy, can you reach under the seat there for me. There’s a map I need to take a look at.” He tried to contain his excitement while watching Reeve do as he requested. “A map…” Reeve felt around. “I don’t think there’s a map here, blade boy. Oh, nope, wait a sec, there is something.” “Well, it should be there.” “I told you there isn’t a map.” He waved the envelope in front of Slade’s face. “See, it’s just an envelope.” “Hmm I wonder what it is?” Slade innocently smiled. “Perhaps you should open it.” Zack rolled his eyes and Vela laughed, shoving at Reeve’s bulky shoulder. “Oh for crumbs-sake, cowboy, don’t you get the hint. Open the stupid thing!” Puzzled and tentative, Reeve frowned looking at all of them. “I’m supposed to open this?” “Yeah, you’re supposed to open it. So do it, all right! Shit, cowboy, the suspense is killing all of us!” Slade chuckled. Reeve anxiously tore the envelope open and before Slade could ask his opinion, the sharpshooter grabbed his face and kissed him really hard on the lips. Squeezing the piece of paper, his face lit up into that famous grin. “Holy shit, blade boy—have 196
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“That sounds like a plan to me.” Slade knew Reeve was thrilled and it made him very content to know he’d made the man feel that way. Finally, he was the one giving freely in their relationship and it was an awesome feeling. He’d never seen the cowboy happier. **** “How could you afford this?” The man’s watery eyes searched Slade’s and he choked up. “By rights, I should be helping out with the money, blade boy.” Slade’s voice was very malleable. “You don’t need to do a thing. I wanted to do this for us, not just for you, but for all three of us, you, Astron and me, all right? I love you, you bloody big sap.” He forced Reeve to face the steering wheel. “Now stop your crying and drive, I’m starved. Plus I have to phone the saleslady.” “Yeah, yeah, blade boy, keep your ginch on.” The swordsman rushed down the front steps of the real estate office. He had a stack of papers in hand, a paper coffee cup caught in his teeth and he was fiddling with several sets of keys. Clarence sprinted up the steps and they nearly collided. “Sorry!” “Shit you scared me, Clarence!” “I came to get the keys.” Slade nodded while digging in a back pocket. “I know…” he muttered between his teeth. “Let me help you.” Clarence took the stack of papers. “Did the cleaning lady get in there yesterday like we requested?” “I haven’t had a chance to check, but I believe so. If you find any odds and sods, just dump them in a box and leave it in my 198
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office.” Slade smiled with relief. He found the set of keys to his old apartment. “Here you go.” He slapped them into the MP’s hand. “Enjoy.” “This is so awesome, Slade…shit I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” Clarence kissed his fist. The man was thrilled beyond words. “Just make the payments on time. And in ten years, she’s yours.” “Of course.” “Have you told Jake, yet?” “No I…I thought I’d surprise him tonight, maybe.” Nervous, he flicked a hand. Slade eyed him with growing concern. “Are you sure you want to do this? Buying a place is one thing, but shacking up in the legal sense is totally another.” “I know we haven’t been together long, but it feels right. I don’t expect him to give up his apartment. If he wants to keep it, I don’t mind.” A tight, despondent line bent Clarence’s mouth. “To be honest, Slade, it’s been a rough ride with Jake…he was hurt pretty bad before and the trust issue is delicate between us.” “Trust shouldn’t be an issue, Clarence. You’re a different man and this is a different relationship. Either he gives you the benefit of the doubt or you may have to reconsider where you stand.” “That was priceless, Igerman. You’re beginning to sound just like my big brother.” The MP chuckled. “Thanks a whole bunch. I’ll remember that when Christmas rolls around.” Slade smirked, then patted the man’s chest. “If you ever need anything, just let me know.” “Sure.” Clarence bounced down the steps beside him. “Speaking of Christmas…my mother wants to see all of her sons—adopted and otherwise, front and centre this year.” “I don’t have a clue what to get your mother.” 199
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“Not to worry, Slade. Just marrying Reeve and adopting Astron, has made her happy enough. She’s extremely proud of you both.” The swordsman drove a finger into his chest. “That’s just a load of bullshit. I know Thelma—fine then I’ll get her a bottle of that perfume she likes so bloody much.” Clarence stood back from the car with a big, distant grin as he closed the door. The window slid down and Slade popped his head out while starting the car up. “Your mother doesn’t pay anyone a compliment unless she wants something.” “That’s unfair and you know it. She loves you, Slade.” “Yeah, I know.” The man doubtfully shook his head. “I still can’t fathom where my brains have gone. I’m friggin’ married with a kid and I’ve got life insurance payments. Did you know that’s the next step to wedded bliss?” Clarence was grinning from ear to ear. He wanted to laugh, but kept a straight face. “No, I had no idea.” “Oh yes, Reeve says we have to be insured in case one of us accidentally dies. I never thought I’d stooped so low. Not to mention, I have to put up with your brother’s PMS every second week and arguing with Astron.” Slade’s tone went serious. “Don’t do what I’ve done unless you’re a hundred percent with, Jake.” “Trust me, Slade, I will take your advice to heart.”
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Chapter Twenty-Six ow living in a permanent residence for several months as a family, life seemed to carry on at a new and definitely improved pace. Astron was busy in school, Reeve hadn’t had a drink since he’d been attacked and Slade was up to his neck at work with the usual political bullshit and paperwork. Reeve took on his new position with a lustful exuberance that even made their friends sit up and take notice. Their relationship grew as well, with a better understanding for one another, more compassion and learning to compromise, though certain situations could still be tricky at times to deal with. Being fathers was a whole new experience and one that required a lot of patients, restraint and discussion—especially pertaining to the aspect of discipline.
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Slade dreamily watched the large, white flakes coat the driveway and drift into the open carport. He made a mental note to enclose the carport in the New Year and to find a better snow shovel in the morning before work, as theirs had had the biscuit. If Astron were to do his chores, he would need the right tools. His gaze darted to the tall spruce trees in the front yard. The trees were carrying a heavy burden of snow, their branches sagging low and their tops bent. It was actually quite a beautiful and calming sight and he wished he could make a snow angel, but his meagre thoughts of play and fun were put to an abrupt end when Reeve’s deep voice interrupted. “Get to bed now!” Astron hedged to glance at Reeve. Unfortunately, the man’s deep, authoritative voice demanded respect and he was reluctant to disobey. “Yeah…okay…” Disheartened, the young boy looked at Slade next and then hung his head, vanishing through the door to his bedroom. The whole long-face thing was an act and, as the swordsman perceived, a pathetic attempt at gaining his sympathy. “When the hell are you going to let me deal with him on my own, huh?” Reeve frowned, leaning down toward Slade’s sour face. “When you can, Slade. I’m not going to sit back and let the kid give you a rough time over everything.” “But when you do this shit and then leave, the kid’s even worse for me. He has no flippin’ respect for me at all. He thinks I’m a damned joke.” Slade shot his arms out, growling. “And now we’re fighting again about the same crap and he hears it. He’s succeeded in manipulating us and knows it!” The sharpshooter was about to speak. Instead, he allowed the words to sink in and paused his lips from moving. “All right.” 202
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Suspicious, he examined Reeve’s face and set the coffee cup down. “Pardon…are you serious?” “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s time I kept my big mouth shut.” The cowboy flopped back onto the couch and dropped his boots on the coffee table. “You’re right, blade boy. He’ll never learn if I keep coming to your aid. He needs to know you’re just as much the boss, whether I’m here or not. We’re partners and we’re both responsible for him.” He leaned back clasping his large hands behind his head. “No more manipulating either one of us.” Slade was dumbfounded and sat down beside him. It was nice to have his idea actually supported without a battle or himself trying to force his point across. **** Reeve chuckled, watching his pale face look away. “So, sweet cheeks, what’s for dinner? Since I worked hard all day.” The smaller man shot a look of distain at the cowboy and belted his chest. “Asshole! And how many years have I asked you to stop calling me that! I’m not your friggin’ wife!” Reeve grappled his tense body before he could leave the couch. “You love it, blade boy, and you know it.” He softly whispered in his ear, “Want to have a shower with me?” “Is that all you think about?” Slade elbowed him, struggling. “It’s your answer for everything. Slade’s pissed off so I’ll screw him and then he’ll be happy.” Reeve’s eyebrows shot up and he laughed, making his grip that much stronger. “Listen, blade boy, if you haven’t figured it out by now that I just plain enjoy having sex with you, you’re blinder than I thought. No, sex isn’t everything nor does it repair everything, but hell I’m a horny bastard and yeah you’re my 203
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lover, and I love you’re tight little ass.” He flashed Slade that flirtatious grin and kissed his lips hard. “Plus I love you—you grumpy prick!” Slade grumbled trying to pull his hands away. “Enough, cowboy!” “Okay.” Disappointed, the large man let him go. Slade leapt up from the couch and marched into their bedroom, cursing under his breath. “I wonder if this is how a woman feels…under constant threat!” “Next you’ll tell me you have a headache!” Reeve slouched down on the couch shouting. The commander flung his jeans on the bed with the belt and snatched a pillow, then tiptoeing into the living room in his bare feet, snuck up behind Reeve. Laying there, the cowboy all of a sudden jumped as the pillow walloped his face and exploded, shooting feathers everywhere. Slade burst out laughing as the rooms ventilation system sucked the feathers up and then blew them around. Reeve sat up, covered in the feathers and looked over the whole room, which was blanketed with the white fluffy stuff. He eyed Slade. “And who’s cleaning this up?” Slade shrugged, easing backward. “I don’t know. It was your pillow!” “You bastard, Slade!” Reeve sprang from the couch after him. As he bolted into the bedroom, the cowboy dashed in after him, leaving an airborne trail of feathers behind. “Yeah, laugh, blade boy. You’re bloody dead!” The smaller man stood on the bed and bounced back as Reeve lunged for him. Wrestling with one another, Slade tumbled off the bed and hit the cold floor. Reeve pinned him down with a smooth grin. “I’m enflamed again, sweet cheeks.” The cadet commander gave in and kissed him on the neck. 204
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Surprised with the affection, Reeve wrapped his arms around Slade’s upper body and hugged him. “That feels good, Slade.” Slade embraced him in return and kissed his lips with a greater intensity. Reeve slid a hand up to the back of his head and groaned as his interest increased. Slade worked his hands down the curve of the cowboy’s spine and reached under his jeans. Within a few fleeting moments, Reeve was excited and aching for the other man’s physical affection. Slade attacked his body with strong fervour and before he could rationalize the situation, they were both moaning against each other’s lips and their bodies entwined. Slade was in control and making love to him. Again, the man’s feelings were shown through his words and actions. Thrilled and in a haze, Reeve clung to his body wondering where the hell the old Slade had gone. Their sexual encounters were the very best they’d ever been and much more frequent, and to the cowboys pleasant surprise, mostly initiated by his lover. Slade got comfortable and rested his head on a tight fist, then laughed looking at Reeve’s stupid, dazed grin. “Did you like that, cowboy?” “Yeah, sweet cheeks, I did…but I’m so bloody confused…” The cowboy touched his face, “Lately you’ve been so different…why so many surprises?” He blinked and looked directly into the man’s dark, blue eyes. “I can see clearly now, Reeve. After all these years, I finally understand why we lasted as long as we did. It wasn’t my effort…it was yours.” He sighed. “I’ve always been the selfish one and that’s why none of my past relationships ever succeeded. And I’m scared of losing you. Almost eight years of living and breathing for me was wrong. I love you and don’t want you to leave me.” 205
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Totally lost for words, Reeve’s hand fell limp to the floor and he watched as Slade hung his head weeping. Seeing the tears hit the tiles, the large man let off a lingering sigh and pulled him close. Slade hugged him tightly. “Slade, I will never leave you. This relationship thing is a two way street and I couldn’t imagine you not being with me, plus I kind of like the old Slade, too.” He stroked the soft, brown hair and squeezed the cadet commander to his chest. “How about we both make a lot more effort, but not lose who we each are individually?” “All right.” “Good. After you’ve cleaned up this mess, get my dinner, woman!” The sharpshooter grinned. The swordsman frowned and shoved him over. “Bite me, asshole!” Reeve’s eyebrows raised and he burst in hearty laughter. “See now, that’s the old Slade I love—feisty, mouthy and a friggin’ huge turn-on!” He watched the large man spring to his feet. “You’re pathetic, cowboy. Honestly, if I said kiss my ass, you’d be turned on!” Reeve leaned toward him. “Bend over, babe!” Slade’s face soured to an ugly frown. “What did you just call me?” “What, babe?” Reeve blinked lunging for him. He flung his arms cursing. “Jeez, Reeve, not babe! It’s bad enough I’ve been called sweet cheeks all these years and in public, I might add, but not, babe!” He pushed on the cowboy’s arms and groaned. Highly amused with his feeble pleading—which was all in vain, Reeve snuggled him close and whispered against the side of his cheek, “I love you…babe.” Infuriated, Slade grit his teeth and elbowed the man. Reeve chuckled and rubbed his smooth face against his, kissing him. 206
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Hearing the front doorbell go off, Reeve released the swordsman and grabbed his jeans yanking them up. Slade did the same and they both looked at one another equally puzzled, it was really late for a guest. The front door opened wide, caught by the winter wind and when the wood panel flung back, the cowboy’s face instantaneously bore the mark of rage. Slade stood beside him and watched, as two Basiac Delta Guards dangled Astron by the arms between them. One of the guards spoke up in an overly stern voice, a classic characteristic of military training. “We found him in the cafeteria drinking with two other boys.” The younger man eyed the cadet commander. He was fully aware of Slade’s high rank and name at the military base. The guard lowered his voice to an irritated roar. “I’ll let it pass this time, but if anything similar should happen again, he will be placed under arrest and the situation will be brought up before the local magistrate.” Reeve grunted, grabbing Astron by the scruff of his neck and flung the boy into the house. “Yeah, if he manages to live that long.” The two men nodded and departed. Slade folded his arms across his chest and watched intently as Astron—who was now terrified, stumbled backward from Reeve. The large man was thoroughly frustrated and rubbed his face and then even startled Slade by bellowing. “What the friggin’ hell do you think you were doing?” **** Astron knew he’d really done it this time. He’d pushed his luck to 207
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the brink and his parents’ tempers too far. Quaking, he leapt back from Reeve. The large man took another step forward and the child fell back on the couch. “Well, I’m waiting for an answer kid?” “I’m sorry,” he sheepishly whispered. “I snuck out while you were busy with Slade, but it won’t happen again…” He swallowed attempting to conceal his fear. “I promise.” **** The swordsman sighed, his cold features were drawn to Reeve and he knew instinctively the cowboy was ready to lose it, so he willingly stood in front of the boy. “Let me handle this.” “What—and just what the hell are you going to do? He never listens to you, you said it yourself!” He remained relatively calm and leaned up into the cowboy’s face. “Let me deal with him, Reeve. You’re ready to beat the shit out of him and that’s not what he needs.” Slade examined his tense features. “Is it? Now, come on, let me look after his punishment.” “Fine, you handle it. I’m going to have a shower.” He looked over the swordsman’s head and glared at Astron. “And you’d better do whatever Slade says, kid, or we’ll have a friggin’ discussion you’ll never forget!” Astron’s face went a sickly shade of white as the large man disappeared and bathroom door slammed. He timidly looked toward the commander. Slade turned around and, taking a chair, pulled it up and sat down in front of Astron.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven he cowboy chuckled and nudged Astron out of his way. He loved to torment and tease the kid. It seemed befitting as he suffered the same fate in his youth at the hands of some older kids who lived in the neighbourhood. The young boy frowned glowering at the large man. His arms were up to the elbows deep in soapsuds and hot water. He wanted to have a tantrum for being forced to do the dinner dishes. “This is slave labour.” “Who said you could speak?” Reeve coolly eyed him. “You’re so funny, Reeve.” Astron’s face scrunched up. “You ate, too. You could help me by drying the dishes.” Reeve made an exaggerated expression of profound concern and scratched his head. “You’re right I did, and you’re right I could help you out.” The young boy smiled, eagerly nodding. “But oops I forgot. I’m the one who friggin’ went to work, got the pay check and bought the food.” Astron’s mouth despondently sagged and Reeve leaned into it, snapping, “So not! What do you take me for, kid, a total bloody idiot? You need to learn how to do these things if you’re ever going to survive on your own one day.” He chuckled. “And besides, I paid good money for you.” He pointed at the sink. “So get at it!” Incensed, Astron grumbled under his breath but then, the
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telephone rang. Leaping down from the foot stool, he raced while drying his hands to answer the phone. However, Reeve slid out in front of him, lightly cuffed his head and picked up the receiver. He then jabbed a strong finger at the sink. “Hello, the Taylor and Igerman residence…sure. Just a minute please.” Holding the receiver to his chest, the large man watched Astron stick out his tongue, then he shouted to the back of the house, “Babe, phone!” The boy giggled, wavering over the steaming water and Reeve laughed. “You think that’ll piss him off?” “Oh yeah, big time!” Suddenly appearing in the kitchen from nowhere, Slade grimly eyed Reeve and held out a firm hand for the phone. The cowboy stood back, flashing the swordsman an innocent grin. “It was Astron’s idea.” He jerked a thumb toward the sink. The young boy spun around with his mouth gaping. “It wasn’t me, Slade! Reeve said it. Honest!” Slade shot them both an equally disgusted look and walked into the hall while talking into the phone. Reeve watched his counterpart vanish and then he snuck up to the edge of the wall, straining to hear what all Slade was saying. “You want me to what?” The cadet commander’s voice was raw. “No, sir. No, I understand, sir, but hell. I just bought a house near the Basiac Delta. No, but…no, sir I can’t, that’s impossible, now. The traveling alone…” Slade gripped the receiver as his voice sharpened to a noticeably resentful tone, “Yes I do understand, General, but bloody hell I’m no longer employed by Zone Zero. No I…” Totally exasperated, he tried his best to remain calm with the uneasy circumstances arising and he unwillingly listened to the voice on the other end of the line. “Yes I…I do realize, but I can’t just pick up…no, sir, I 210
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have a son now, plus Reeve, and I don’t want to leave them…” A long pause of silence filled the hall and Reeve became increasingly worried and inched closer to eavesdrop more carefully. Slade pinched his eyes with two tense fingers, then nodded sighing into the phone. “Fine then, sir. Yes, there is no choice. Yes, I love my job. All right. I’ll pack tonight. Yes, sir, you, too, sir…goodnight.” He clenched the phone, then exploding, threw the receiver down the hall, smashing the small black piece of plastic and steel into several pieces. He didn’t want to react like that in front of Astron, but he couldn’t seem to control himself. Whatever the problem was, it was serious and Reeve looked at Slade for some type of explanation. “You all right?” “No, Reeve, I’m not!” he harshly barked. “That friggin’ prick…” pointing to the broken phone. “…wants me to pack up, and to leave tonight!” Abruptly grabbing Reeve’s arm, he hauled the sharpshooter down the corridor to their bedroom and leading him inside, slammed the door shut. The large man stood motionless by the bed, then he eased down into a seated position when he saw the swordsman tear into the closet, searching for his duffle bag. “Where are you going?” The cowboy had never seen him so worked up. Slade spun round and flung the huge bag on the bed. “To the Zone, Reeve, and for four months!” Reeve swallowed, then frowned as the words registered. “What?” “You heard me, four months, cowboy and don’t say it, I have no choice!” He cocked his head to the side. “That’s not fair, Slade—four fucking months! We just started to get back to normal, and this house! And what the hell am I supposed to do with Astron. I do 211
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looked up at him. “Are you happy, now that you know?” **** “No, Slade, I’m not. Shit this is crap and you know it!” He sliced the air with his large hands. “It’s just rumour and hearsay, so I want the truth, blade boy?” “All right, the truth. There has been an uprising, that’s getting worse as we speak and the Zone has been following it for quite some time now. There are soldiers posted in all the major cities…supposedly it’s only a small army, but their numbers are growing.” He walked past his husband and started to hunt for some clean clothes. “So I’ve been called to lead the new cadets of Zone Zero into Triburn for battle. And I’ll be traveling between Basiac Delta and Commox to prepare everyone. It’s no joke, Reeve. This is serious and I’m expected to perform my duties as required.” Upset, Reeve slightly trembled and grabbed Slade by the arms, yanking him into his chest. “Screw that, Igerman!! Then I’m going with you!” “You can’t—not this time!” Slade bitterly snapped back with an icy stare. The cowboy searched those smouldering blue eyes and knew he’d never be able to go, but he also knew this time, the trip could be a one way ticket for Slade and that’s what terrified him the most. Changing tactics, Reeve lowered his voice to a dull whisper, beseeching him, “Don’t go, sweet cheeks, stay all right. I can’t do this—not this time.” **** Slade felt awful and knew the situation was breaking Reeve’s 213
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heart, but the feeling was mutual. He was dying inside as well. He hated the idea of leaving the man alone for such a lengthy period of time and there was always the possibility of not returning—as in any war. No matter how good he was, he could still die. “You know I can’t do that,” he whispered back. **** Reeve’s eyebrows creased and he suddenly hugged Slade, squeezing. “I love you, blade boy.” He closed his eyes, nuzzling that soft brown hair. “I can’t handle this shit.” “Yes you can, Reeve, and I love you, too.” He embraced him. **** Astron leaned against the bedroom door. He’d heard enough and turning his head to the side, the tears rolled off his small cheeks. Whether he verbally admitted it or not, he loved Slade as much as Reeve and the possibility of losing either one of his parents was a sickening feeling. Over time, he’d grown quite attached to Slade, in his own right and couldn’t imagine the commander not being there. He sighed and hurriedly wiped his eyes. He knew by the sounds from inside the bedroom they were busy and he left the two men to their privacy by hiding quietly in his own bedroom. **** Reeve held Slade’s face and kissed his lips nice and slow. There was no way he’d let the man leave without some type of passion first. And Slade knew he’d be lucky if Reeve didn’t ball him at least three times before the night was through. The cowboy kissed Slade’s neck and tore at his clothes. 214
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“Sweet cheeks, I want to make love to you.” Slade watched his huge, muscle-bound and heaving body appear from underneath the shroud of clothes, then the ponytail come loose. But before Slade could utter a word, Reeve clutched him and mauling his lips and face, they both fell back onto the bed. He rolled them both over so Slade was underneath. He then nimbly removed the swordsman’s clothes without ceasing the gentle kisses. Slade smiled as Reeve’s lips caressed his face and then urged the large man’s naked body down on his own. Their warm flesh touching sent a shudder of arousal throughout the cadet commander’s body. The cowboy, his body, his personality, his humour, everything about the man was the biggest aphrodisiac from day one and nothing had changed but only grown over the years. The moment Slade’s skin came in contact with his, it tingled and his cock was standing at attention, eagerly waiting to be played with. Slade couldn’t deny it, physically. He’d been well trained by the man and he was always more than willing to be molested. He couldn’t help it. Even if he wasn’t interested in the sex, his body knew otherwise and helpless as always, he’d give into Reeve’s sexual prowess. The night ran slow at first, then gradually dwindled away as the dusky sunlight faded into the distant horizon and Slade groaned for the fourth time with the release of his own bodily fluids. He was totally exhausted and laid beside Reeve completely dazed and satisfied. Reeve looked at his white features in the moonlight and then stroked his cheek with a couple of long, strong, rough fingers. “Just promise me one thing, blade boy?” Slade rolled his head to the side searching the sharpshooter’s face. He knew what the man wanted to hear. “I promise, I’ll 215
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come home, Reeve.” He smirked. “Come hell or high water I will return.” “Good.” He slid on top of Slade. “Because if you don’t, I’ll kill you, sweet cheeks.” Slade grunted then feebly shoved at his chest. “Holy shit, cowboy, you’re hard again! I will die if this keeps up!” Reeve laughed and ran a hand down to Slade’s groin, teasing him. “I can’t help myself. You’re so friggin’ sexy, blade boy, and I don’t want you looking at another guy.” Slade’s face soured as he cuffed Reeve’s shoulder. “You must be kidding me—another guy! I have enough problems just keeping up with you. Plus, the break will do my ass good.” Reeve chuckled hugging him. “Hey, come to think of it, you’ll be nice and tight when you return.” That famous flirtatious grin filled his lips. “I could definitely get into that!” “Oh, I bet you could.” Slade squirmed his way out from underneath the man and pulled the covers back, then got comfortable with his pillow. The hour was late and he needed some sleep. Reeve crawled in behind him and kissed the back of his head. “I will miss you, Slade.” The smaller man smiled and reached back for Reeve’s hand, then squeezed it. “Me, too…I love you, cowboy, don’t forget that.” A little daylight streamed through the sheers. The sun was just cresting the horizon. Reeve rolled over and yawned, then bunched up his pillow to get comfortable again. Then he remembered Slade’s trip. He blinked and noticed that the bed felt empty. He sat up and looked at the other side. The swordsman was long gone and cursing, he flung a pillow across the room. “Bloody bullshit!” 216
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**** Right from the beginning, the militants had managed to infiltrate three of the largest cities with the densest populations, and created a stronghold in each. They were carrying a higher quality of weapon and there were more of them. Obviously, better funded this time, they made good use of that money. In the past, usually any uprising was minor and quickly extinguished, but this time there seemed to be no end to their numbers. Evasive, better trained and bloodthirsty with the latest technology in hand, the militants proved to be a worthy adversary. Standing solemn and at attention, Slade kept vigil as the ship sailed into the harbour near Commox. He wasn’t prepared for the gruesome bloodshed and his breath escaped him. At near forty years of age, he’d seen more battles than he cared to recollect, but none were to this magnitude. Bodies were drifting in the now, red tainted ocean swells, and littering the shoreline right up into the sand dunes. Ships were blown to smithereens in every direction he looked, their bows blown apart and sinking under the dark waves. Tanks were halved by torpedoes, smouldering, and left in disarray as far as the eye could see. Soon as the Basiac Delta’s master fleet embarked on the shoreline, the cadet commander blurted out orders for his men to follow. The younger cadets and older soldiers raced into position and scoured the sands. Heavily armed, they flooded into the grasslands, up the docks and toward the streets of Commox. Slade, in full battle uniform, released the hilts latch and the mechanical sword came to life in his grip, dropping each section of steel until the entire weapon glistened in the sunlight. A steady and continuous surge of blue energy ran up and down the length of the elongated blade. Now was his time to shine and to put all 217
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those years of knowledge and devoted practice to work. **** Sylvana handed Astron a bowl of buttered popcorn. With her gaze glued to the TV, she furiously munched on a handful of peanuts, waiting for the evening news broadcasted live from the battle. The young boy snuggled up beside her and watched as well, while stuffing popcorn into his mouth and he stuffed so much he nearly choked. Sylvana had offered to babysit. Though Reeve wanted to, he couldn’t stop working and since the Delta had been placed on red alert, there was no other option. **** The first thing to catch Reeve’s attention was the noise of rapid gunfire from the restaurant’s TV monitor and he forced the other men in the area out of his way, to obtain a better view. There was a news anchorwoman reporting live from the battle. A barrage of missile explosions was causing static with the cameraman’s feed and the images were coming in and out of focus. Soon as the cowboy saw the red and black tunics, his heart picked up speed. The reporter was in a Delta hot zone. The bombs that went off in the background were so loud, that the woman frequently ducked and was forced to shout into the microphone. Clarence weaved his way up beside his older brother, and folded his arms across his chest. His face reflected every man’s fear. Everyone in the restaurant had someone they knew who was involved in the conflict, be it brothers, sons, husbands or fathers. “Where is Slade?” Reeve frowned speaking up tight through his teeth. “I don’t fucking know.” 218
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“He’ll be fine, bro,” Clarence whispered, “Have some faith in the man.” “Yeah, I’ll do that.” He glared at the MP barging past. “And when your partner goes to war, you let me know how you’re feeling all right, little brother!” **** Clarence cursed, then dashed out behind the sharpshooter into the street. But he didn’t have to travel any great lengths, because he soon found his big brother standing in the middle of the traffic, dead-centre, not a yard away. And the large man had both hands covering his face and his shoulders were heaving. The MP didn’t have anything consoling to say, so he put a hand on the cowboy’s shoulder giving a gentle but firm squeeze. After allowing for a moment of composure, the brunette whispered, “He’s my friend, too. I’m sorry.” **** “And this is exactly the reason why I insisted on life insurance…” Reeve sputtered with a weak laugh, then a tear ran down his face. “Shit, Clarence, I feel so ruddy helpless. I could sure use a friggin’ drink.” “That’s not the answer and you know it.” “Then what is? Would you tell me please, because for the life of me, I can’t see it!” The rage and frustration surfaced in his deep voice. “I want my fucking husband back home now! Do you hear me!” “Yes, loud and clear.” Clarence glanced about, then pushed him to walk. “And so can everyone else. Calm down, please.” “I’m sick of the military bullshit. I’ve had too many years of 219
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this crap and I want out!” “When Slade gets home, talk to him about it. Maybe freelance would be better. Teachers aren’t usually called to battle.” Reeve wiped his cheek with a coat sleeve. “Sorry. How’s Jake doing? I haven’t seen him since the Delta was placed on red alert.” “Incredibly great.” Clarence wore a fond smile as they walked for the base. “I’ve been thinking about taking the next step.” “Ah shit, bro…” The large man eyed him. He didn’t mean to dampen his spirits, but he was worried as any older sibling would be. “Jeez, I wish you’d slow down.” “Why should I? I know it’s right. And he knows it right—shit we’re both crazy about one another.” “Marriage is a huge step.” Clarence almost choked with a snicker. “Holy crap I wasn’t talking marriage, Reeve—give me a chance old man, I was talking about living together full-time, instead of this on again off again BS. Whenever Jake gets cold feet, he runs back to his place and I think it’s high time he made a choice. I want more than I’m-staying-tonight-but-not-tomorrow garbage.” “You gave him one too many options in the first place.” The sharpshooter thought about Slade and all the problems they’d fought over in their relationship. “But you also have to be careful that you don’t push too hard…not everything will necessarily work out the way you want. In the end, you may be forced to make a difficult choice. Believe me, I know from experience.” **** Slade slunk around a heap of rubble, which he assessed to be the remains of a church steeple and not seeing anyone nearby, set the sword to pulse instead of surge. Pulse was a way of 220
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conserving the energy crystals so the swords mechanical features would have a longer operational life. But it was also a risk to take, because the pulse would limit how much power he could call upon when he’d strike, and of course certain moves couldn’t be obtained without the surge. A veteran of twenty-five years in the military, Slade was confident that he could survive under any circumstance. He was no fool and had held honours in training from the beginning. He was a good commander, highly intelligent and adaptable. But one thing the military hadn’t prepared him for was life in general. He never thought in a million years he’d have a husband and child, life insurance, a house in the burbs, so to speak, and two vehicles. As he wandered through the ashes of destroyed homes and buildings, searching for survivors, he kept thinking about home, and his mind strayed to Reeve and Astron, and how drastically his life had changed in the past two years. He was, in fact, proud of the man he’d become and was actually beginning to like himself. He noticed the half-charred remains of a child’s toy truck. He knelt down and picked it up. While examining the yellow metal, Slade’s mind strayed once again and memories from his own childhood came back—his aunt, her death, the foster home and the other children who he’d grown up to call sisters and brothers, and his own mother. A vague impression of a petite brunette with the most beautifully rich, blue eyes came into his conscious. He didn’t know why she’d taken him to live with his aunt and he couldn’t even remember her name. But he did know it had something to do with drugs and prostitution. An eerie silence, like the calm before a storm entered the atmosphere and it was quickly followed by a whistling noise from overhead, and it promptly brought Slade back to reality. As he scrambled for cover, the explosion sent a shock way over his 221
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body and shook the earth for several miles around. When the dust somewhat settled, Slade had been blasted with dirt and bomb debris. His once bright uniform was encrusted with soot and earth. Crouching near the pit the bomb had created, he coughed and checked his weapon for power. Just as he turned around to leave and continue his search, a large shaft of steel caught him from his abdomen, across his stomach and up around the right side of his ribcage. **** The young militant’s hazel eyes blinked as the commander’s blood hit his face. The militant knew who the man in the red uniform was and as the commander’s blade met up with his throat, he wished that his fellow soldiers could’ve seen who he’d wounded. **** When the dead teen’s limp body hit the ground, more militants swarmed the area, closing in fast. Slade could see them through the vanishing curtain of dust. Their shallow, dark silhouettes darted toward him from every direction. He tried to set the sword back onto surge, but the energy crystals had been damaged by the shock wave and all he was left with was pulse. Violently trembling, he cursed as the weapon weighed too much now to move with any agility and, to make matters worse his hearing was impaired from the bomb blast, which he hoped was only temporary. Bleeding profusely, the swordsman held an elbow tight into his ribcage then stumbled, running through the hazy smoke, to find some type of shelter where it would safe enough to signal for help. 222
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**** It didn’t take long for Slade’s superiors to realize that the man had gone missing. Each commander was only given a two-hour response time and when there was no call to the headquarters by the end of the two hours, a search crew was immediately dispatched. Every mission, no matter the circumstance, was given a two hour time frame to complete. **** “What do you mean he’s MIA?” The sweat rolled down Reeve’s temple as he hung off the phone. “Vela, please, what’s going on?” Astron stood next to his father and feeling horrible, he clung to the cowboy’s waist, teary-eyed. Reeve held Astron and attempted to smile, hoping to purvey some type of comfort. Speaking into the phone, he whispered to mask his own fear. “Vela, listen to me. I don’t care what political bullshit is going to hit the fan and I’ll just say this just once…if I don’t hear from you in two more days, I’ll be on the next boat out of here.” “We’re looking for him!” she shouted over the intermittent gun fire. “I will make it my personal conquest, hun. Don’t worry all right. You have a son to look after now.” Reeve went to speak, but blinked as the phone went dead. “Shit Slade…” he mumbled. **** Trembling, Slade clutched at the gaping wound in his side. His bloody fingers searched for the button on his belt. His head fell back against the wall as the soft beeper went off and he winced, 223
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shifting his lower body to get as comfortable as possible. Wheezing, he rocked his head from side to side with each stabbing pain that shot through his lungs. It could’ve been days, but he wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying there, slowly dying. All he knew, was there was nothing more he could do except watch the yellow bleeping light from his belt’s transmitter, and wait. The computer chip in his head went haywire and he could see an assortment of some very strange things, possible ghosts, images of maps, the blueprints for his sword and the scope. The pictures kept flashing then something failed and an intensely, sharp pain cut through his skull. Slade’s head quivered and blood trickled out of his left nostril. He rammed the heal of his palm into the left side of his forehead and wailed. **** “Slade! Slade!” Vela wiped her brow and kept running, her long legs sprinted through the abandoned streets of Commox and the gun in her grip was ready for anything. **** The cadet commander closed his eyes. Then he heard something, something that was only faint at first. It was a woman’s voice, so he took a chance and yelled back. “Here, Vela! In here!” The pretty blonde bolted to the left and headed into the bridge tunnel, her familiar low voice echoed through the shaft. “Slade? Where are you?” “Here…” He flinched and his fingers became coated with another gush of thick, crimson fluid. Vela slid to a stop and took on a more cautious approach. 224
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There was a wide, extensive trail of blood leading up to where the swordsman was stooped. She immediately became very distressed and her eyes glassed over. “Oh shit Slade.” He huffed and looked up at her. “It’s really bad, Vela.” He swallowed. “I feel faint…I’ve lost so much blood…and my head really, really hurts.” “How long have you been here?” “I don’t know…hours…days…” He swallowed again trying to focus on her face. He was dying for a glass of water. She knelt beside him and held his trembling hand. “I only have one healing pack left, Slade and I’m not sure if it’ll be enough.” He squeezed her hand. “I promised to make it home, Vela. So please just use it.” **** She nodded, tearing open his jacket and shirt to expose the damaged tissue. It was worse than she’d thought. But not showing any trepidation, she lifted her hands and broke the seal on the pack allowing the bright orange fluid to drip into the wound. **** Slade’s body suddenly jerked forward as the orange liquid seeped into his muscle tissue and began to eat into the veins, cauterizing the wound. An extremely painful and powerful warming sensation took over his entire being and within seconds the now crystallized fluid had performed its duty. Only partially healed, Slade swore and tightened his grip on the encrusted orange patch of flesh. Blood was still dribbling from the base of 225
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the cut. There hadn’t been enough liquid to seal the whole area of damaged tissue. “You need medical attention and fast. That healing fluid will only keep the wound stabilized for a short period of time.” “I know, can you get a few of the others here I need help walking?” “Yes of course, just hang on, okay?” She leapt to her feet and eyed him momentarily before bolting back down the tunnel. Slade watched until the image of her boot heels tapping the cement vanished. The swordsman didn’t remember being picked up and rushed to a mobile surgical hovercraft. By then, he’d passed out from the loss of blood and he didn’t regain consciousness until the double doors of the Zone Hospital were rammed open by the end of the gurney he was riding on. He blinked several times attempting to concentrate on the new surroundings, but his attempt only lasted seconds because as soon as the surgeon put the mask to his face, it was lights out. **** Vela ducked as the blades whipped overhead. She’d dragged the mechanical sword with her, which by this point had completely shut down—even the pulse power was shot. She could barely hear over the helicopter. “That malfunctioning sword is exactly why I refuse to purchase Traece weapons. We’re lucky the Commander survived.” Perplexed, the general eyed her. “Do you have any idea what would possess the man to use such an inferior piece of equipment?” he shouted. “I find it strange when he had a perfectly good Helix 53GL sitting in his office.” 226
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The blonde knew, but refused to voice it. “I can’t say with any amount of certainty, Michael,” she hollered back while keeping a hand clamped to her hat so it wouldn’t fly away. “But I can assure you I’ll get to the bottom of things!” “You do that, Commander! And when you have the answer, I’d like to see you in my office!” The general gave the thumbs-up and the helicopter started to lift off. He wasn’t a happy man. Vela looked skyward while shifting away. Her grim lip line said it all. Slade had some serious explaining to do. **** Coming to hours later, Slade found his throat was parched and sore. He rubbed his neck and tried to sit up, but was gently pushed back by a woman’s hand. “None of that, Commander Igerman. You need to rest.” Slade’s voice was gritty as he asked in a whisper, “Where am I?” “You’re in the hospital of Zone Zero.” “What happened to me?” The nurse soothingly smiled while taking his blood pressure. “You were just in surgery.” “What type of surgery?” Slade strained, staring at her. The young redhead patted his forearm. “I’m sorry, Commander, but I’m not at liberty to discuss the surgery. That is up to the attending physician. Do you have any next of kin? A wife perhaps, anyone we should notify of your whereabouts and situation?” Slade turned his head to the side. “I don’t have a wife.” He hesitated and then added, “I have a husband.” “Okay, then can you tell me how the hospital can reach your husband?” 227
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Another wounded cadet in the vicinity was intently watching and listening in on the conversation. His gaze shifted from person to person as they spoke. Slade noticed the other cadet eavesdropping, but instead of acting ashamed and lowering his voice, he spoke louder. “My husband’s name is Reeve Taylor, and you can reach him at ninefour-five-seven-eight-seven-eight-seven-eight-seven-nine.” The nurse thanked the commander for the information and after checking his intravenous antibiotics, promptly left. Slade closed his eyes speaking up hoarsely, “I don’t think it’s polite to listen in—especially on a senior officer’s private conversation. It’s an offence punishable by law.” “I know and I’m sorry, sir.” The younger man looked at him with nothing but respect and admiration. “I just think it’s great that you’re so open about your life. Most senior ranking cadets aren’t and they don’t care about the men underneath them.” Slade passed a thoughtful smile. “Well, I can assure you, cadet, I’m not like most men. I do care about the soldiers who work under my command.” “I know. Your name is legendary in the Zone, sir.” Slade was knocked for a loop. He never thought he was that well known and that well liked. “Really?” “Yes, sir, and I for one am proud to have met you.” “Thanks.” He smirked, glancing in the cadet’s general direction.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight swordsman walked across the room and startling Reeve, Thesuddenly ripped the entire bed apart. He even tossed a crumpled pillow in the corner for the total touch of
authenticity. Reeve was speechless as the smaller man then walked around to the other side of the bed, and opening the hamper he reached inside and flung a pile of smelly clothes about the room. “Ah, Slade…are you feeling all right?” Slade smiled and proud as punch, looked about the room. “Yeah, I’m fine, cowboy.” He stood in front of the still stunned man and eyed him. “I just want you to be happy, Reeve, and if being a slob makes you happy then so be it. The man I fell in love with would have bitched at me for making the friggin’ bed, let alone making it up himself.” “Well, what is the point in making it anyway?” Slade held up his hands in defeat. “Yeah, I know, cowboy, I know. What is the point because we’re just going to mess it up again anyway. Your logic is undeniably unique.”
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contractual living license, the house, Astron and even reestablishing his old rank. The cowboy wondered, after all the emotional agony he’d caused Slade, why the man still loved him and stood by him. When the phone rang, Reeve awoke from his thoughts glassyeyed and, racing to pick up the receiver, almost tripped in the process. Breathing loudly, he barked, “Hello!” It had been over three days since Vela had last phoned and the wait was driving him insane. It wasn’t right that she hadn’t called in such a long period of time and his stress level had been steadily rising. “What… Yeah, of course I’ll be there in a few hours!” Slamming the receiver down Reeve dashed to the bedroom. “Astron!” The young boy came running into the hall shouting back, “What? Who called, Dad?” Reeve put on his boots. “The head office of the Basiac Delta’s Special Forces Unit. We have to leave immediately. Slade’s in the Zone infirmary. So move it!” Astron’s sprang into action, digging in his room for his boots and coat. “Is he all right, Dad?” The cowboy adjusted the hat and poked his head inside past the kid’s bedroom door. “I don’t know. All they said was he’s in serious but stable condition—c’mon, move it, we have to leave!” As they ran out to the heavy duty all-terrain vehicle, Reeve’s mind was a blur, filled with the most horrid thoughts possible running through it. Then to be called dad, that was odd, and though he hadn’t caught it at first, it was still nice in the same token and he wondered what the hell Astron would call Slade? Dad as well? He shook his head and the tires spun out of the driveway. ****
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“Good morning.” Vela poked her head through the curtain to take a peek. “Are you up? And are you decent?” Slade set the magazine aside. “Good morning. Yes and yes.” The swordsman smiled and hugged the blonde. It was so wonderful to see someone else other than the hospital staff. Every time they were around, he was sure to get a needle, his pulse checked, or his temperature taken. “And how are you feeling this morning?” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Not bad, considering I had my insides sliced apart.” His face creased in discomfort as he eased into a better position. “I haven’t heard from Reeve. Did you get a hold of him?” “Yes, not to worry. The head office called him this morning.” She glanced at her watch. “I’m guessing he should arrive shortly.” Her pretty eyes were scrutinizing him. “The General isn’t pleased, Slade, and to be honest neither am I. How did you get your hands on that Traece sword?” The commander avoided direct eye contact and his dour features were cast toward the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Vela.” “Really…well that’s very strange.” Highly disturbed, the woman eyed him, then dropped a tiny computer chip on the pillow. The swordsman briefly acknowledged the chunk of plastic and metal. “Because that’s a Traece manufactured implant chip and the attending surgeon removed it from your head, Slade. Do you think you could explain to me how that chip,” she pointed to the pillow, “got inside your skull?” She tapped his head. “All Delta personnel are implanted with Helix chips, not Traece.” “Okay…” Slade’s head rolled over. “How can I refute a product when I’ve never tested it myself…I had to know for 231
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certain, Vela…” His voice sank. “Plus, it seemed to be the only way to protect our vested interests in the Helix Corporation. You needed a guinea pig and I volunteered. Now we have the proof. I can vouch that their weapons are inferior and dangerous. You’ll get every ounce of publicity you need.” The blonde got in very tight to his pasty features. And she examined him with mild indifference for a moment or two. “Do you have any idea how close you came to dying, Slade? Not only were you haemorrhaging from your internal organs, but your brain as well! You are so bloody lucky you didn’t die! The General’s ready to suspend your ass! And I’m inclined to agree with him!” The swordsman sunk deeper into the pillow as her hot breath was an inch away. “But on the other hand, I can tell you, I’m grateful for what you did—thanks to your foolish courage, my job will be secured for years to come.” She gave him a warm embrace. “Thanks, hun, but if you ever do something that stupid ever again, I’ll be forced to dump your ass in the stockade.” The general was significantly less pleasant to deal with than Vela and he demanded that once Slade was well enough for discharge, he’d automatically be issued an extended leave of absence. And there’d be no dispute. The swordsman wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but accepted it. Michael eyed the doctor, put his hat back on and departed. Slade watched as the nurse administered another needle to the intravenous. In moments his eyes fluttered and it was lights out. **** Quiet and reflective, Reeve sat in a chair beside Slade. The large man had been sitting there, waiting for hours, trying to decide 232
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which approach to take. The nurse had administered a mild sedative and swordsman had been peacefully sleeping. His grey tinted complexion appeared almost deathly, and the cowboy was really worried that he was in worse condition than the doctor had led him to believe. Astron lay beside Slade on the small bed, watching his chest rise and fall. “Will he be all right?” the boy whispered. The cowboy slumped back in the chair and flicked that rich, black velvet hat up. “Yes. It’ll take some time, but he’ll be fine.” He bent his arms over his chest. “Then how come he won’t wake up, Dad?” “So what am I?” Both Reeve and Astron were startled, hearing Slade’s hoarse voice from nowhere. He looked at Astron. “So what am I? If Reeve is dad, then what the hell are you going to call me?” The young boy’s eyes welled up. Suddenly he hugged Slade and it was tight. The swordsman was taken completely aback by the affection and tensely held the kid in return. Astron, after a brief period eased away, then smiled. “How about, Mom?” Reeve chuckled, masking his face with a clutch of large fingers and looked away. “Very funny, you little turd!” Slade grimaced. Astron shrugged jumping off the bed. “You haven’t changed, Slade, you’re still grumpy, but I missed you,” he paused, “and I’m really glad you’re alive.” He smirked, then cast his tired eyes to Reeve. “I missed you, too.” “Wait outside, okay.” The large man gestured with his head toward the door. Astron sauntered from the room, closing the door behind him. The cowboy slowly got up and then leaned over the smaller man, lowering his voice. “You ever fucking scare me like this again, sweet cheeks, and I’ll leave you!” 233
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Slade sighed, watching his unforgiving features, then waved, motioning for the cowboy to get even closer. Reeve glowered in his face. “What? I’m friggin’ serious, this is no joke, the doc said you were this close to dying,” he motioned with his fingers a millimetre apart. “What were you thinking— screwing around with that chip?” Captivated, like the first time they’d met, Slade assiduously touched his face and the most handsome smile ever filled his lips. “I love you, cowboy and I missed you so bloody much it hurts.” The cowboy’s eyes were burning and he quickly hugged the man. “Ah shit, Slade…” Several months later, after making a full recovery and when Slade felt more human, he half-heartedly took that leave of absence. He wasn’t overly enthusiastic about the idea, but Reeve wouldn’t let it rest. As Reeve put it, he figured the man deserved it, as he’d never taken time off from work ever. Can you imagine working over twenty some odd years and never taking a break, the cowboy couldn’t, even though it explained a lot of things, like why the house was purchased outright along with their furniture and other big ticket items. Slade had more money stashed away than the Basiac Delta’s Treasury Department. **** A light went on and Jake was forced into submission against the wall. His fingers fell away from the switch and he helplessly stared at the man he’d fallen in love with. He was utterly powerless against the MP. Whatever Clarence wanted, Clarence got—whether it was, sex or breakfast in bed, he was more than willing to please. 234
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**** It would’ve been so easy to take advantage of the ammunitions officer, but the younger man didn’t have the heart to be a ruthless prick. It just wasn’t in his nature. Clarence held Jake’s body steadfast with a hand to his chin. The blond didn’t dare to move. “You know what I want, right?” “I do.” Jake timorously nodded. “I do yes…” Clarence felt the warmth of his flesh caress his. He was aroused and searched the other man’s eyes. “You have to tell me now if you want the same thing, because if you’re not interested, Jake, I’m gone.” **** “Oh God, don’t leave me, Clarence!” The words just popped out again and the blond was damned near in tears, but the second time around, he tried to sound less desperate. “Don’t leave me.” His jeans sloughed to the floor. The MP was quick to hold his face. “Then tell me what you desire.” “To be with you…” Jake’s cheeks flushed to a burning crimson and his chin tilted up, the penetration was anticipated and it was immensely pleasurable. “I want you…” His buttocks bumped the wall. “After tonight, you’re moving in permanently.” Clarence’s jaw brushed the blonde’s. Their mouths were moist and scarcely touching. If this was heaven, Jake didn’t want it to end. “Merry Christmas.” He held up a key with an attractive smile. Thrilled to death, the blond wildly kissed the MP and his fingers dug into his hair. 235
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**** The Basiac Delta Christmas party was in full swing, complete with boughs of holly, Jack Frost nipping at your nose, a sprig of mistletoe to kiss under, Santa’s lap to sit on and a fifty-foot, beautifully decorated Christmas Tree. All the Basiac Soldiers and their families were dancing and carolling, eating and passing gifts to one another, and getting totally intoxicated. Their drunken laughter could be heard ringing throughout the main hall of the Delta. All the merriment made Reeve mutter obscenities under his breath. He downed a cup of plain eggnog. He’d promised Slade that he wouldn’t even so much as dare press his lips to glass of scotch, rum, rye, or any other alcoholic beverage. As a result, the poor sharpshooter was grumpy because everyone else had the satisfying pleasure of acting like fools, and he wasn’t allowed to. He made a mental note—next year, when Slade took his vacation time, they were most definitely going somewhere warm, blissful and cheery, not some humdrum place where the weather wasn’t fit for man or beast, and he wasn’t permitted to drink his face off. He saw Slade head in his direction with Astron in tow. The cowboy curled his nose and sneered. “I swear, sweet cheeks, if we don’t go home this minute…” “You’ll what?” Slade blinked, speaking with an indignant air. Reeve pursed his mouth trying to think of anything that might make the swordsman angry, “Oh shit, I’ll…” **** Astron laughed, watching them argue. “Yeah, Dad, you’ll do what?” If anything, his parents were entertaining and it helped to 236
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pass the time a whole lot quicker. **** The large man shot a perturbed look at the boy and pointed a large index finger in his face. “And as for you—you little stink— you can stay out of this! This is between your, your…” He didn’t know how to refer to Slade and eyed his partner. “Hell what are you anyway? To the midget here…” Slade’s face dropped while crossing his arms over his chest and instead of him answering, Astron chimed in perfectly on cue. “Jeez, Dad, Slade’s Dad, too. Oh this is too much.” He looked at Slade. “Can I go see Vela, Dad?” Reeve was immediately inflamed with jealousy and he wanted to say something sarcastic, but the cadet commander intervened. “Sure, I’ll let you know when we’re leaving, so don’t take off.” “Okay.” Reeve’s ego was shattered and he jerked a thumb toward their son as he walked away, “And just what the hell was all that about, blade boy?” “We have a simple understanding between us. It’s a mutual respect thing. You know, I think I’m really beginning to like this parenting stuff, and you know, cowboy, it isn’t difficult if you show some patience.” Reeve went to speak, but bit his tongue and his heart sank. “Yeah, I suppose so,” he mumbled. Slade could sense the large man’s feathers had been ruffled. “That doesn’t mean Astron loves me any more than you.” “I guess not.” He shrugged. “Look, next year when the weather’s better, we’ll go somewhere really nice for a vacation.” 237
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“You promise, sweet cheeks?” “Shit yeah, cowboy. I promise.” Slade pulled his body close by the shoulders. “So don’t spoil Christmas for everyone. I know it’s not your favourite holiday any more, but try to have a little fun for Astron’s sake.” Reeve swallowed as Slade held his face and kissed him gently on the lips. This was the incident to take the cake. The sharpshooter knew everyone at the party had seen the man do it and to say he wasn’t dumbfounded would be a lie. He loved this new transformation of Slade’s though it would take some getting used to. Searching the man’s rich blue eyes, Reeve flashed him that legendary flirtatious grin, flicked the hat up and then embraced the man, whispering, “Ah hell, I’m sorry, Slade, for being such a pain in your ass all these years.” “Have I ever told you, how much I love it that you’re a pain in my ass, you big bloody cowboy?” Slade quipped. “No, no you haven’t, come to think of it.” Reeve’s face slowly lit up into an evil grin. “Perhaps when we get home, sweet cheeks, you could show me how much you love it.” Just like in the olden days, he couldn’t resist, and holding the commander snug to his chest, he goosed the man in front of everyone. Slade was so embarrassed all he could do was laugh. “You’re a bloody bastard!” The long riding coat, wrapped around them both and the large man chuckled against his red face. “And you love it, babe.” **** Passion is passion no matter whom the person is you love and when Slade finally swallowed his pride and allowed himself to be free from what he thought others perceived of him, he eventually 238
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evolved into a better person. He could still be the same old stubborn, cold, calculating and impersonal prick he’d always been, but the flip side was a new Slade, a much kinder, thoughtful, open and giving man—a man who was willing to show those feelings even publicly. Reeve, on the other hand, learnt to curb his aggravating personality traits to a duller hum, so they were bearable for Slade to live with and Astron just enjoyed the ride. He couldn’t have asked for a more fascinating existence.
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About the Author Being a writer and knowing my personality, a long-time friend, who has always enjoyed putting me to the test, dared me to write an erotic novel and not just any erotic novel, but one with a unique twist. I’d never written erotica before and especially a story about two men. But like a fool, I agreed. Everyone, from friends to strangers read the story and they liked it. In the end, at their instigating, I wrote a second part to the story and now Devotion is complete. On the flip-side, I enjoyed writing the story so much I’ve decided to write more novels in the same genre. That’s how this book came to be and as for me…I reside North of Sixty, and yes, I am a woman, wife and mother. I’ve been writing and drawing since elementary school and I love anything that involves the arts. As for family, my daughter is my toughest critic and my greatest support! I’m currently at work on a murder-suspense novel. All my links along with the latest news and information about my upcoming projects can be found at http://www.blakraynebooks.com
