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Burning Houses	By : madmarch Category: 1 through F > Covenant, The Views: 4003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... well, I own this computer but often I worry that it has a will of it's own. Anywho- I own no movies or characters in this story. But more specifically- I do not own The Covenant or make any profit by writing about them.

Chapter List
- 1-Burning Houses
- 2-Toast
- 3-Shotglass
- 4-Ash
- 5-Water
- 6-Ice
- 7-Fire
- 8-hotel sheets
- 9-Doors
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He woke slowly to the hum of an air conditioner unit and the faint sound of voices through hotel walls. The sheets were crisp but foreign and cheap like the air. Reid rolled onto his back, letting the covers fall down to his waist as he stretched and then relaxed again into the bed. His body felt right again, felt whole, but there was a hum of memory that stained everything.

The bathroom door opened and he lifted his head from the pillow enough to see the spill of light across muted wallpaper and blue carpet. Tyler was still rubbing pale fingers against the blades of his wet hair, as though he could easily shake them dry. His torso was long, and looked even more so with the line of his pajama pants cutting across his lower abdomen before legs of fabric fell with straight excess down to the floor.

Reid dropped his head back to the pillow to stare at the ceiling. The smell of the air changed, heavier with the released steam of the bathroom and the scent of soap and body that moved closer and closer to the bed. “You slept for almost 48 hours.” Tyler’s voice was soft like a whisper, but it held a hint of authority that Reid didn’t like. It made the older boy feel suddenly like the weaker of them.

“And?”

Tyler stopped, knee touching the mattress but the blond still wouldn’t look back at him. “You look much better.”

Reid found that it was easier than he thought to pull up a lecherous grin. “You don’t look bad yourself.”

The youngest sighed and crawled onto the bed. He huffed when his friend still wouldn’t look at him and crawled up on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning over so that Reid had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Are you alright?”

The smile stayed but grew and somehow Tyler thought it looked even more distant. Reid bucked his hips under the youngest, feeling the electric jolt of their crotches rubbing even with sheets and pajamas between. It was the first time that Reid realized he wasn’t wearing anything beneath the covers. “Don’t I feel alright?”

Tyler shivered, his fingers flexing involuntarily against the pillows beside Reid’s head. “The house burnt down. They’re out right now talking to a realtor.” It had always been Baby Boy’s habit to babble when he needed time to make decisions. “They’re staying in the room next to ours.”

“Ours?” Reid almost purred now, hips still wiggling under his brother’s with unforgettable expertise.

Tyler’s eyes fluttered as he sucked on his lower lip. His head nudged a little to the side and Reid rolled his own to see the other bed. When he turned his head Tyler took the opportunity, delving his mouth into the column of skin that twitched beneath his lips and tongue. He had always loved Reid’s throat, always wanted to kiss and bite at it. Some part of his brain screamed that this wasn’t the time, that he had wanted to talk to his friend and make sure he was really okay, but the offer of physical comfort, of being able to taste and feel Reid’s life beneath him was too much to bear.

Things escalated quickly, faster than even Reid had expected. Tyler had kicked the covers down, the cool air making Reid’s skin suddenly tight as well as bare. Fingers trailed his sides, down over hips and onto thighs. It was surprise that had him still while the youngest made his way down his body, and the pleasure of his mouth on his sex that kept Reid from noticing the hands that spread his thighs. He didn’t care what position Tyler liked for blowjobs as long as that tongue kept moving and-

Everything turned to anger when he felt a finger probing the cleft of his ass. Power rushed forward from Reid so fast that his vision swam. With a hiss through clenched teeth the youngest was thrown back, landing on the low dresser with his back to the wall before he could even swallow the pool of saliva and precum in his mouth. Tyler blinked, surprised then terrified, as Reid suddenly stood in front of him, eyes washed black and body honed to fierce perfection. A flash of fire in those eyes and suddenly Tyler’s body moved, pulled off the dresser, turned, and then slammed to it again. His forehead hit the wall, his hips ground into the edge of the wood furniture, as Reid’s body formed to his back, holding him in place with arms over his head. It only took one of Reid’s to hold both of Tyler’s wrists high.

“Reid-” Tyler breathed in a shiver.

“So you pop that cherry of yours and you think you can top me?” Reid hissed in his ear.

“No, I just…” Tyler was stuttering now, stumbling over his words.

“What?” The blond snarled before sucking a breath of contempt. “You thought because I took it from Cay?” His voice darkened, lowered. “Or is it because of Kyle?” He felt Tyler gasp, could practically feel the boy’s mind spinning for words. “Is that it?” Reid almost shouted.

He didn’t hear the door open or close, but a power to trump his own washed over them, making his eyes flutter and his breath shiver out past his lips. “Reid.” That ever strong voice demanded. The blond squeezed Tyler’s wrists harder, as though they would purge another word from the other man’s throat, and they did.

“Back off, Reid.” Caleb ordered.

The blond smiled and let go of his best friend, raising his arms like a criminal as he turned. Naked hips swayed, body stretched long, as he turned to face Caleb. Pogue had moved fast to snatch Tyler away, as though he were some sad victim in the room, and pushed him through their adjoining door and into the other bedroom. “Take a shower.” Caleb breathed and suddenly looked away. “Baby Boy and I will go get some food.”

Reid felt his smile fall away as he watched the other boy turn his back on him. His chest ached as his arms sunk back to his sides, the door closing between their rooms and leaving him cold.

“Reid?” Pogue said carefully, standing somewhere between him and the door to follow the others.

Reid tried to gather his anger again, tried to fill the damage left by his own behavior with something other than regret. “What?” He snapped but it lacked the bite they all knew his words could hold. “You want to defend your boy?” He turned toward Pogue and spread his arms invitingly, turning his cheek up to show off that jaw of his. “Take your shot, Po.”

The other frowned. Was that what Reid wanted? Punishment? He closed the gap between them in a few long strides, holding those cold eyes the whole way.

“You going to protect your lover or not?” The younger blond spat.

“Always.” Pogue said without hesitation and reached out, not missing how those muscles in Reid’s jaw and neck tensed. Had he really thought he’d hit him? His fingers slid around the back of Reid’s head instead, into those smooth strands of hair to cup his skull and pull him through the small gap that remained between them. As soon as Reid’s chest hit Pogue’s, those strong arms wrapped around the younger blond. “I’ll always protect him just like I’ll always protect you.”

Reid struggled deftly against the hug but Pogue didn’t let go. It reminded him of when they were kids. Pogue had never been afraid to show affection for his brothers, even in front of others. Reid had been embarrassed back then when they were on school yards but still hadn’t had the heart to really push his brother away. It was somehow always innocent because Po was always honest. “Do you think he’s mad?”

Pogue laughed and shrugged. “Probably.

They sat in the car drowning in silence. Nothing had passed between them on their way to the store, while shopping, while paying, or on the half drive return. “Say it.” Caleb finally broke the emptiness.

Tyler tensed in the seat beside him as though he could get any tighter wound. “What?”

Caleb kept his eyes on the road even as they came to a stop at an intersection. “Say it, Baby Boy.”

Tyler’s teeth clicked angrily. “It’s your fault.” He seethed, glaring at the dashboard. “It went too far. What happened to him. What you said before…” His jaw clenched and something dark played in once clear eyes. “You killed Kyle.”

Caleb nodded but didn’t look away from the street. “I did and I would again.”

“It went too far. The house should never have burned. Reid should never have been that close to… to-”

“Dying.” Caleb finished.

Tyler’s breath shivered past his lips. He knew it wasn’t really Caleb’s fault. He was the oldest and the strongest, but he couldn’t solve everything. “Why did he look at me like that?” The youngest finally whispered.

He pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and sighed, finally looking at his brother. They had never been the closest pair in the group, the furthest from it actually, but they were family all the same. Caleb reached out that small distance between driver and passenger to cup the back of the other man’s neck, rubbing it affectionately. “Give it a little time. He’s Reid. He’ll bounce back.” He said the words and even managed a small reassuring smile until he could see it reflected in Tyler’s eyes. They got out of the car and he just wished he could convince himself as easily as he could the youngest.

Good grief! Where have I been? Sorry it took so long for this post! Thank you to anyone who's still reading. Hope you're enjoying it!
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