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Christmas in Dixie	By : roxyfic Category: 1 through F > Fast And The Furious, The > Male/Male Views: 16547 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Christmas in Dixie

Part Eight
"Sir," Dom said as he entered the foyer and awkwardly accepted the left hand that Pastor O'Connor held out to him.

"I see you finally managed to pry Brian away from those pretty nurses," the old man noted with a crooked smile.

"Yeah and it wasn't easy," Dom rumbled softly. "Some little brunette didn't want to let him go."

The Pastor nodded in understanding. "It's always been like that -- girls throwing themselves at Brian's feet." The old man's mouth twisted wryly and his eyes appeared to twinkle in the reflected light from the Christmas lights that were hung around the doorframe. "Think you can keep him safe from them?"

Dom hesitated, once again uncertain if the Pastor was teasing him. "Yep," Dom finally answered and the smooth skin of his cheek creased with his a relieved smile when the Pastor chuckled.

Brian grinned, supremely happy with the comfortable banter between his father and his lover. He glanced down and found his mother's eyes studying him.

"Le'me take y'all's coats," she said.

When their coats were hung, the four of them entered the front parlor where the rest of the family waited. Brian glanced swiftly around the room, taking in the curious, uncomfortable expressions on their faces. His siblings were flashing looks between him and Dom, back and forth with each other, and all the while searching the expressions of the elder O'Connors. It was as if they were trying to gauge what had transpired in the foyer before forming an opinion. Not surprisingly, Neal was the first one to come forward.

"Hey, big brother," Neal said as looked Brian over critically, taking in the wound on his head, the stitches in his throat, and the shadows under his eyes. "You're looking a bit worse for wear."

"Yeah, I ..." Brian glanced at his father, who shrugged slightly. "I ... um ... had a little accident."

"Looks more like someone tried to bash your head in," Neal said as his eyes flicked accusingly toward Dom who stiffened at the implication.

"Naw, nothing so dramatic," Brian said. He pasted a fake smile on his face as he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. Leave it to Neal to come out swinging. Brian fought his irritation down and tried to change the subject. "So I hear you're stationed in Texas now; you like it?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Except the part of Texas where I'm at is pretty remote. There ain't a whole lot there other than steers and ..." Neal paused theatrically and looked Brian up and down. "Let's just say I'm sure you'd feel right at home."

Brian heard several shocked gasps. He heard his father draw in a breath and Brian knew that his father was about to fight his battles for him -- the Pastor was preparing to rebuke Neal's rudeness. Brian quickly forestalled him by laughing the insult off -- since he and Dom had been together, they'd been subjected to a lot worse. "Sounds like paradise," Brian chuckled as he extended a hand and took deliberate hold of Dom's elbow to draw him close. "This is my friend Dom. We'll have to stop in for an extended stay some time soon."

Neal blanched. He'd only recently made Sergeant and the last thing he wanted was for his gay brother and gay brother's lover to stay with his family in the on-post housing. His friends would have a field day at his expense if that were to happen.

"Dom, this is my brother Neal," Brian said. "And he's not usually such an idiot."

"Nice to meet you," Dom rasped as he held out his hand, determined to do his best to make peace with this less than appealing member of the O'Connor clan.

Neal hesitated a moment too long and Dom felt angry heat begin to creep up his cheeks. He was just about to pull back his hand of friendship when the famous O'Connor smile suddenly burst out on Neal's blunt features, making appear almost pleasant.

Neal nearly hooted in glee as he eagerly took Dom's hand. Here was the perfect way to teach the big fag his place in the world. He'd just use his infamous hand-crushing routine. It had always been his barometer of manliness, never failing to separate the wheat from the chaff. He gripped Dom's hand and bore down on it with all his strength, the muscles of his mighty arm swelling with the effort to show Brian -- and the family in general -- what a real man could do.

Dom blinked in surprise and then immediately adjusted his grip as he returned Neal's pressure. The two men stood toe-to-toe and face-to-face as they each attempted to crush the other into submission.

"Nee-al," the Pastor warned as he took a step toward the combatants, well aware of what was going on.

"No, Dad. Don't stop them," Brian said softly as he held his dad back. "Neal needs to be taught a little lesson."

The Pastor hesitated. He knew how strong Neal was, how much he prided himself in the power of his grip and he also knew all that Dominic had been through. The poor boy didn't need any more embarrassments or defeats this day. After the abuse he'd suffered, Dom couldn't possibly stand up to Neal ... but he was.

Dom's lips were set and his eyes were only slightly narrowed, as if he were pretending that nothing much was going on. His tight turtleneck actually emphasized the size of his biceps, triceps, and the extensor muscles of his forearm. The thick muscle that connected his neck to his shoulders swelled with the strain of the force that he was exerting. The stretchy blue fabric that covered Dom's back rippled with movement and the once loose pants tightened around straining hips and bulging thighs.

The Pastor turned and looked at his eldest son. Brian's eyes were shining with confidence, pride, and anticipation. Apparently, Brian had no doubts about who the winner of this testosterone contest was going to be. When Brian's mouth stretched into a broad smile, the Pastor looked back at the two straining men.

Neal was visibly showing signs of weakening. He was starting to tremble, beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, and his teeth ground together in determination. Just as Neal started to look panicked, just as he started to bend at the waist, just as he started to cave, unable to bare the strain any longer -- Dom released the pressure and stepped back.

"Quite a grip ya' got," Dom said casually. "How much ya' press?"

The Pastor sighed with pleasure as the occupants of the room relaxed. So, Brian's Dominic was strong, yet merciful. He'd chosen to leave Neal his dignity, seeking friendship over domination. The Pastor nodded in approval.

Neal shook his hand, trying to get feeling back in it and looked at Dom in with wonder mixed with awe. It had been a long time since he'd been beaten and even longer since someone had done it with such style. Never one to hold a grudge when he'd been bested, Neal smiled as he answered, "Three something on my good days. You?"

Dom shrugged. "Been so long since I've had a decent workout, I'm not sure."

Neal's face lit up with an idea. "Hey, Mom! Do they still open the school weight room in the evenings?" She nodded and Neal beamed at Dom. "Before we go our separate ways, want to lift a little?" he asked eagerly.

"You got it," Dom agreed.

Neal bounced on the balls of his feet, his pleasure at finding someone at least his equal, if not his better, willing to pump iron with him was plain to see. He motioned with his hand, calling his wife over. "Dom, this is my wife, Milla, and two -- or is it three? -- of those hooligans on the floor are ours."

"Four," Milla corrected as she slid her arms around her husband's waist. "Neal and I have four boys."

"Four?" Dom said with genuine admiration.

Neal preened and stuck his chest out in pride. "Iron's not all I pump well," he stage whispered to Dom. Milla swatted her husband playfully as Dom burst into raspy laughter.

Brian tried to hide his grin as Neal succumbed to Dom's magnetism. The two kindred souls started discussing free weights again. They were getting far deeper into the science of weight lifting than the situation warranted and Brian eventually had to take hold of Dom's arm once more and drag him away. He led Dom over to where Tony stood waiting with a somewhat wary look on his face.

"I'm afraid I'm the brains of the family, not the brawn. So take is easy on me," Tony stated as he held out his hand. "I wouldn't want you to break my bones with your ... exuberance."

"Yeah, Dom, better reserve your exuberance for me," Brian said. Then he shocked them all by continuing suggestively, "You know I can take it."

Dom, surrounded by Brian's straight-laced family, froze in shock at Brian's bawdy innuendo. He turned toward Brian and gasped, "Jesus Christ! --"

"Is an integral part of our family and I'd thank you not to take His name in vain," Pastor O'Connor interrupted, his bushy gray brows drawing together in a frown.

Dom's mouth fell open and he began to look around the room for an escape route.

"Don't let him bother you," Tony said reassuringly to Dom as he winked conspiratorially at Brian. "Should have seen Dad during Neal's first leave after boot camp." Tony snickered. "Every other word out of Neal's mouth was a cuss of some sort."

"Was not," Neal denied, looking affronted. "Maybe every fourth ..."

"No," the Pastor said. "Tony is correct. It was definitely every other and if you hadn't grown so darn big, I'd have washed your mouth out with Ivory soap."

Once again, the tension that had filled the room seeped away as the men continued to argue the point. Brian and Dom exchanged relieved looks. While the other O'Connors were busy arguing Brian took the opportunity to introduce Dom to Jillian, Tony's wife. She was in the process of pointing out her two children when the littlest of the cherubs smiled adorably up at them and then threw up what looked like a half-gallon of yellow bile. Jillian rolled her eyes and groaned in defeat as she muttered something about 'spitters' and 'weak stomach valves' before she hurried over to the baby to clean her up.

Dom and Brian watched Jillian open up a diaper bag and pull out blue box of baby-wipes. She washed the baby's face gently with one of the pre-moistened towelettes and then scrubbed at the red-velvet dress that looked like it was completely ruined.

Brian jumped when he felt a finger poke him in the ribs. "Introduce me," his little sister hissed.

"And last, but not least, Dom," Brian said. "This is the baby of the family..." Dom swung his shaven head around and then had to tip it up a bit as Brian continued the introduction. "... my little sister Laura."

"I am not a baby. I'm nearly seventeen," she said to Brian through gritted, metal-encased teeth. "And I'm very pleased to meet you," her tone becoming much nicer as she directed her words toward Dom and then fearlessly stuck out her hand.

Laura had always been the tallest in her class, always been thin, and always been painfully shy. The braces and the freckles hadn't helped, nor had the unruly blonde hair that was currently pulled back in a ponytail. Brian had missed much of her childhood, he'd left home when she was still just a little squirt, but despite that, they'd always been close. When he'd fought with his father, or her classmates had teased her, they'd turned to each other for understanding -- bound together by some kindred spirit of not-quite-belonging.

Brian studied Dom's reaction to his tall, gawky, painfully thin sister and he wasn't surprised to see Dom's eyes and mouth soften with instant affection, the big body took on a protective quality as Dom engulfed Laura's small palm in his.

"You're beautiful," Dom whispered. Laura blushed furiously and Brian knew that Dom had made yet another conquest in the O'Connor household.

"Naw," she muttered shyly as she dropped her eyes toward the floor and shook her head in denial. She'd always known that her brothers had gotten it all. Brian had the beauty, Neal had the brawn, and Tony had the brains. All that had been left for her was ugly, pathetic, and stupid.

Dom squeezed her hand until she lifted her eyes. "Yes, you are," he said firmly, his mouth curving upward in his seldom seen, utterly devastating smile.

Laura looked into his handsome face and was lost.

Marlene O'Connor had been content to let things work themselves out ... up to this point. She'd always believed that if left to their own good senses, her children would work through most of their problems on their own, but the sight of her teenager daughter's flushed and mesmerized face had her maternal warning bells jangling. She had already accepted Dominic into her family and it was for his protection as much as for Laura's and Brian's that she bustled over and interposed her plump body between them.

"Land sakes!" Marlene burst out, even as she promised herself she'd have a little talk with her daughter at the earliest opportunity. "Where has my brain been? You boys must be nearly starved." She grabbed Dom with one hand and Brian with the other and began to lead them into her kitchen. "Or don't you have an appetite, Brian? You look about dead on your feet. You just sit down and I'll make you up some broth. That'll cure what ails ya'. Dominic, you sit over there and ..."

Dom and Brian shared amused looks over her head.

~*~

*Special "Thanks" to Tempest who did a wonderful beta job.
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