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| Fandom: | Houston Knights |
| Series: | Other Authors |
| Rating: | NC-17 |
| Pairing: | Joe/Levon, Levon/Other |
| Archive: | Starwinder's |
| Title: | This Is War |
| Author: | Etch |
| Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters who may appear in these stories are the property of the author. | |
THIS IS WAR!
By Etch
Day One
Levon stretched full length on the bed, feeling every aching muscle and wishing he and LaFiamma hadn't chased that robbery suspect over that chain-link fence yesterday. He was beginning to think his partner was right, they were getting too old to chase bad guys up and down gullies and over fences. The alarm buzzing next to him on the bedside table told him he was going to be late if he lingered too long. Reluctantly Levon threw back the blankets, and blindly reached over to turn off the alarm. The small piece of paper with calligraphy writing under the clock went unnoticed.
Stepping into his bathroom, the blond detective quickly pulled off his knee-length night-shirt hung it up behind the door and stepped into the shower. Minutes later he was back in the bedroom towel drying his hair as he walked to the dresser for underwear. All things stopped as Levon opened the drawer whipped out a pair of jockey shorts and watched a two-inch by four-inch piece of paper float to the floor.
He glanced into the drawer then down at the paper. "What the?" He stared at the paper on the floor wondering why he didn't just reach down and pick it up. Feeling suddenly very vulnerable, knowing he hadn't placed it in the drawer, Levon slowly edged to the head of his bed to retrieve his gun. Reaching for it his eyes scanned the bedside table and locked on another small piece of paper with fine calligraphy script. He stared at the words ... 'my heart desires you.'
Turning on a dime, Levon dashed back to the first paper he'd found and picked it up off the floor ... 'when can I take these off!' Gulping back the fear that someone had been in the house while he was sleeping, the cowboy grabbed his jeans and his gun and slowly, silently inspected his house.
Walking back into the bedroom to finish getting dressed, Levon could not believe that all the windows and doors were still locked. There was no forced entry anywhere.
Glancing at his watch Lundy knew he had to at least have coffee and feed Fooler before LaFiamma arrived. The way things were going, it was a good thing his partner was driving today. His nerves were shattered from only two notes, what happens if he finds more. "Who are you, you bastard? And how'd you get in my house?" Levon shouted as he walked into the kitchen to the coffee maker. After filling it with water, Levon opened the refrigerator, took out the coffee canister, putting it against his chest he opened it as he walked back to the counter.
"AGRHH!" Lundy yelped, dropping the canister into the sink and spilling fresh coffee everywhere ... 'you make me hot' ... the note before him read.
"I'm going to find out who you are you bastard - and rip you to shreds!" Levon yelled as he backed away from the sink and headed out the back door to the barn. By the time Lundy got to the barn, slid open the heavy door, his nerves had calmed some. That calmness soon shattered as he took the lid off Fooler's grain bin and found yet another note ... 'I love it when you rub against me.'
With shaking hands the detective slipped the note into his shirt pocket with the others and proceeded to feed his horse before walking her out to the corral.
A thousand things shot through his mind as he watched Fooler stretch her legs for a short gallop around the corral. So engrossed with trying to figure out who this person was, male or female, that he didn't hear LaFiamma drive up. Or the car door slam, or Joe calling his name.
"LUNDY!" Joey finally yelled stopping a couple feet behind his partner.
"Huh, WHAT?"
"What's going on? Your back door is wide open ... coffee is everywhere ... you didn't even hear me calling you!" Joey questioned.
Lundy heard the concern in his partner's voice. Saw the concern on the man's face. He doubted though that Joe would understand. "Just - just some weird happenings this morning. It's nothing."
"Don't give me that! I know you Lundy."
"It's nothin'! Now come on or we're gonna be late."
-=-=-=-=-=-=
The detectives were warmly greeted as they entered the Major Crimes Unit Squad Room. Sergeants Joe-Bill McCandless, Estaban Guiterrez and Carol "Legs" O'Brien were all meandering out of the coffee room giving varied opinions on the new brand of coffee the Chief had suddenly changed to.
"Haven't had mine yet, can I get you some LaFiamma?" Lundy asked reaching for his football mug.
"You put too much cream in, I'll make my own." Joe answered following on the heels of his partner.
"Wait a minute!" LaFiamma said sharply, "there's something in your cup." Before Levon could retrieve it, Joey reached in and pulled it out. The two stared at the words ... 'forget coffee, taste my cum.'
"From the look on your face this isn't the first note you've received," Joey replied calmly moving back to close the coffee room door.
"No - no it ain't," came the whispered answer. Looking around to make sure no one was coming in, Levon took out the other notes explaining where each was found.
"I'd say partner, that someone has the hots for you and is tired of you not picking up his signals."
"But ... but he was in my house! That means he'd need a key."
"Lundy, everyone knows you keep a set of keys in your desk! All he'd have to do is borrow them, make a set and return 'em." Joe said stirring his coffee.
"No way. Someone would notice. Look how many people are out there. It would be noticed I tell you!"
"Sweet N Low is what you hate, right? Give me a package and I'll slip it into your pencil drawer as I walk to the file cabinet. You'll see partner, no one will notice. Which means its someone you know, someone who is familiar around here, someone who wouldn't attract any attention."
Lundy watched Joe leave the coffee room, casually walk behind Lundy's desk, open the drawer with his little finger, slip the sugar packet in and close the drawer. No one stopped him; no one said a thing.
Boldly walking out of the room, Levon walked to his desk set his coffee mug down and parked himself on his swivel chair. Only slightly opening the drawer, the blond yelped, "Okay, who put this in here. You know I hate this stuff!"
Joe-Bill looked up from his paperwork and said, "Levon, nobody's opened your desk! We're right here, don't you think we'd notice something like that?"
A lop-sided grin began to cross the Italian's face, quietly Joe said, "Told ya." The grin soon faded as Levon opened the drawer farther and his expression froze on his face.
Out of his chair in a flash, LaFiamma moved to his partner's side and read the bold calligraphy note ... 'as the drawer slides, I long to be in you.'
"At least you know for sure that it's a man," Joe whispered quietly. "That eliminates half the population. He's pretty damn bold putting it in here. What if Joanne or someone else reached in here for something? Better put it with the others before someone sees it."
Turning LaFiamma came face to face with the before named woman, their boss, Lieutenant Joanne Beaumont. "Lieutenant." Joe said quietly.
"You two ready to work, or you going to play with Levon's pencils all day?" Before waiting for an answer she continued, "Got a search warrant for the suspect's apartment that you arrested last night. Figured you two would want to meet the crime boys there and have a look for yourselves."
"You figured right, Joanne. Come on LaFiamma, let's see how much stolen property that guy has stashed away," Lundy responded slamming the desk drawer shut with a bang.
Joe wasn't sure how much he could ask his partner about these notes. He could tell they rattled the man. Still he wondered why Levon wasn't doing more to find out who the guy was.
Driving to the address they had, Joe slowly tried to question his partner. Tried to draw out some answers that would make the man think more rationally.
"Lundy, this guy obviously knows you," Joey began. "Probably someone you've already been to bed with ... maybe someone who wasn't serious when you wanted to be and now has changed his mind."
Levon was silent until just before they reached their destination. "Joe - after Caroline died - I - I needed sex bad. Was afraid I'd never get any again. Wasn't thinkin' straight - went to gay bars and just hung out. Took anyone who wanted me just so I'd wake up in someone arms instead of an empty bed. I can't even tell you their names or what they looked like -- they were just cocks willing to take me."
LaFiamma's face showed stark surprise, causing a slight blush to pass over his partner's face.
"That's unhealthy, partner," Joey answered softly pulling into a free parking space at the apartment complex where the suspect lived. "Having a man is good - once in a while. It keeps you refreshed. But just laying with anyone - you could have ended up dead!"
"That's just it, LaFiamma! I didn't care if I did end up dead!" Lundy groused climbing out of Joe's black Cobra.
He hadn't taken two steps when Joe's words hit him like a brick. "What do you mean? Having a man once in a while keeps you refreshed? You're the straightest of straights I've ever met."
Joe gave his partner a long look then shrugged, "Hey, Lundy. Like I told you before - there's a lot about me - you don't know."
A zillion questions shot through Levon's brain but his partner was already gone, jogging off to meet the two crime lab technicians. The man dated women and still liked an occasional man? All this time of longing for the Northerner to be in his bed, maybe there was hope yet. But first Levon knew he had to find out who was leaving the notes.
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Joey closed his desk drawer and locked it. Five more minutes and they would be out of here, then he didn't care how much Lundy protested he was staying out at the ranch tonight to see if this guy could be caught.
"What do you say, Levon? Ready to call it a day?" Joey said evenly, watching his partner study every man who entered and left the Squad Room.
"Come on partner, we're heading home -- let's go," Joey said handing the blond his hat. Strolling toward the elevator, Joey continued, "We're stopping at my place to pick up a few things, then I'm stayin' with you tonight."
"Look LaFiamma, that ain't necessary..." Levon started.
"Hell it ain't!" Joe roared back. "You have been a nervous wreck all day - afraid to pick up your hat or look in a drawer! This could be a one-time thing or just the beginning. We're going to find out who this jerk is. Though, I gotta admit ... getting messages like that would be a real turn-on for me."
"Turn-on?" Levon gulped as Joe maneuvered the Cobra through traffic.
"Turn-on," Joey repeated. "I flunked a calligraphy class once. Instructor didn't like my flare with a pen - said I'd be better at Japanese characters where all blend together to make a word. Doing those notes took concentration -- which is love, Levon. This guy is head over heels in love with you."
"Well, you sure showed me how easy it was to put something in my desk today. I'll be leery of anyone standing next to it from now on."
"Look Levon - if this guy is leavin' notes in your house that means one of these nights he might pay you a personal visit. Whether you admit it or not, you were rattled today, and I can't afford to have my partner rattled - not when my life is on the line." Joey reiterated, slipping the Cobra in a parking space in the front of his apartment. "Wait here, this will only take a minute."
About the time Lundy thought about going to see what was holding up his partner he saw Joe moving down the steps toward the car. Joey laid the suit bag behind the seat, and slipped back under the wheel.
"I'm sleeping on the couch, and I'll move the coffee table under the window, that way I'll be able to get up fast if I hear something." Joey said, it was a statement almost a command and Levon knew better than to argue with his partner when the Italian's mind was made up.
"Got a guest bed - but it's your choice," Levon answered putting his hand to his hat as Joe picked up speed entering the freeway.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Walking into Lundy's ranch house, Joe asked, "Show me where you found the first note."
"Bedroom - dresser," Levon replied walking ahead of his partner to his bedroom, opening the top underwear drawer.
"Didn't you have a bunch of old friends here a week or so ago? Someone could have put it in then." The Northerner offered.
"I washed since then LaFiamma!" Levon snorted giving his partner a weird look.
"Yeah, and don't you put the clean at the bottom? So no telling when this guy slipped the note in. You could have found it last week, or even next week."
"Okay! But not under the clock or the coffee or Fooler's grain bin - those are used every day ... EVERYDAY LAFIAMMA!" Levon roared back in disgust.
"How much coffee have you made since those friends were here? He could have pushed the note in and you just now reached it - same with Fooler's grain. Got me on the clock though. One sneaking s.o.b -- still there could be other places in the kitchen you haven't looked. You know like in that cereal box you've only had one bowl from, or in the freezer with frozen juice. He might not know you only have coffee for breakfast." Joey said walking down Lundy's hall to the guestroom to lay his bag on the bed.
"So yur saying these notes could have been here a while and ther' just now surfacing?" Levon queried realizing the truth in his partner's deductions.
"Lundy you have rodeo friends that stop by, old cops friends - any one could have done it. But what I think you really need to do is start some serious thinking on the men you've slept with - ones that you went back to more than once."
"And while you're doing that I'm going to check out your fridge and see if there is anything edible in there." Joey replied moving down the hall to the kitchen. "Last time I looked in your fridge all you had was beer, butter and spouting broccoli."
"There's stuff for an omelet, went to the store," Levon said slowly, "was going to invite you for the weekend, had some stuff I wanted to talk to you about...."
"What stuff?" Joey quizzed curious to know what would take a whole weekend to discuss.
Pushing the question aside, Levon began opening some cupboards. Gingerly he picked up the Honey Nut Cheerios, opened the flap and began to rummage around in the cereal. When the note sliced across his finger giving him a slight paper cut, it was Joe who grabbed the box and retrieved the note.
Taped to the calligraphy note was one Cheerio with the words ... "your ass is mine."
"Well, it sure must be someone you've given yourself to because there's two about taking you," Joey said studying the reaction of the note on Lundy's face.
Out of the blue, Levon asked, "Are you a top man or a bottom man?"
"What?" Joe exclaimed in disbelief.
"You heard me! When you have a man for 'refreshment' do you take the top or the bottom?" Levon knew whoever this was it couldn't be LaFiamma, the man knew his routine too well. The person leaving these notes was randomly placing them in normal spots of a man's life.
"Levon, I don't think that's any of your business!" Joey retorted sharply, continuing his route to the refrigerator.
Cutting off the Italian's route, Levon blurted, "I love you, Joe! Can't tell you when it started - just one day I knew it. I don't care who this creep is who is leaving me notes, you're the one I love! You're the only one I want!"
Joseph LaFiamma backed away and stared at the blond cowboy. "I'm flattered Levon, I really am. I care about you, I really do. But - I've always made it a habit not to get involved with someone at work. Things get too complicated if your lover works with you too."
"Joe - we could work it ..., please -- can't we at least try?" Lundy moaned sorrowfully.
"Levon ...."
"Just think about, okay?" Levon whispered allowing the Italian to open the refrigerator.
LaFiamma just nodded, reached in and took out the egg tray. "What's this?" He said turning, staring at yet another note.
All Levon could do was stare. Finally he said, "I shopped last night on the way home from work. No one's been in the house except me."
When it was obvious that his partner wasn't going to take the note, Joe put the tray on the counter, took the note and read it aloud. ..."see you tonight, LEE-von!"
"O...only a few guys call me, LEEvon. An...and two that do it - say it while fucking me rough - rough." Lundy responded color draining from his face.
"Then it's a damn good thing that I'm here. Ain't no one taking you rough!"
-=-=-=
Day Two
Just after midnight Levon heard a noise. At first he thought it was Joe in the bathroom, but then he heard a thud and heard his partner scream, "WHO THE HELL PUT THE COFFEE TABLE BACK!"
Levon grabbed his gun and started for the door, he was going to get this intruder and find out who the hell it was. He never made it through the door. Strong arms grabbed him around the waist and threw him to the floor, his gun flew from his hand, skipped along the floor and ended up against his dresser.
Garbled words of love filled his ears, and the smell of liquor tweaked his nose. Before he realized what was happening a hood had been placed over his head, his hands cuffed and he was being dragged back to the bed.
Trying to clear his thinking, trying to grasp the words, trying hard to fight against the arousal spreading through his being ... Levon knew he was losing the battle, a battle he knew he wouldn't win when he heard the words - "ya'll always did like it a little rough, didn't you boy?"
He felt himself being lifted, his cuffed hands being draped over one of the spindles of the footboard of his bed.
"Tonight it's just play... tomorrow the real thing. And shed your partner, LEEvon, or instead of being cold-cocked, he'll be hospitalized!"
Lundy swallowed as the man's hands pushed his nightshirt up and over his head, further locking him in place. "This is wha' you like, huh," the man mumbled as hands roamed across bare back, buttocks and legs. "An' this! You like it big, huh! You said you liked it big, an' I is big. But your partner gets it tonight - unconscious an' on the floor, I'll fuck him hard. You member me, LEEvon, do you?"
Levon fought for reality, trying his best to the urge the man to take him and not Joe. Poor Joe! Unconscious on the living room floor being done in by the coffee table they had moved so he wouldn't trip over it if the intruder came.
Levon's body jerked as his buttocks was spread wide and the tip of a cock was pushed against it. Against his will his own cock bounced hard against his stomach. He braced for entry. Instead fingers pushed in and worked him, moving in and out in motion to the cock sliding on his hip and the fingers working the Texan's cock.
"Ya always liked it this way - member LEEvon. Before you learnt about sucking an taking a man's cock. Remember how I use to take you -- eagle spread on the bed. Member how you use to scream in pleasure when I hit that hot spot of yours. I want that back LEEvon. I want that back!"
"Arthur?" Levon muttered through the clothes covering him. "Arthur, I can't do it this way anymore. I can't!"
Fingers jerked from the asshole, all touch was removed, and Levon waited. Waited for the pain that Arthur always administered when Levon said no. Instead he felt his butt cheeks being spread apart and cold hard metal put in.
"Arthur - oh god, not the spreader, please! Please Arthur not that!" Lundy screamed. Fighting was useless, all he had was his voice and maybe it would wake his partner. Maybe.
"What you saying, LEEvon? Don't like the woman's thing in ya! I like it! Like to see how hard it makes you. Like to see you start drippin' before I even touch you. Thought I'd lost the thing. Had to hunt hard to find it. Won't cause no bleedin' not tonight though."
Levon jumped forward as a soft whisper air blew through the metal into him. 'Arthur' laughed, "Want me to find another snake ... eh, Leevon... a wet slimy snake to put up your ass. I member you begging me to put one in ya. Crawlin' on your hands and knees beggin' to have a long wet dead snake shoved up your ass. Next time I come, boy, I'll bring a snake for your ass. Right now all I's got is this!"
Levon felt Arthur's hard cock rock against his thigh. Hands pumping his cock, fingers twisting his balls. Screaming in climax, Lundy's cock exploded into a towel draped around his cock. Still shaking from the height of the climax the detective was released from his bondage, laid back on his bed, and covered up.
The stranger moved into the hall, a wide grin crossing his face as he dropped his pants to his knees.
-=-=-=-=
A buzzing noise awoke the Texan and he automatically reached for the alarm and turned it off. //I wonder how Joe ... JOE! //
Bolting upright Levon stared at the handcuffs and hood that lay across his footboard. "Damn! It wasn't a dream!" Throwing the blanket off, with no thought to the fact that he was naked, Lundy raced into the hall and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his partner face down on the floor.
Moving closer, Levon saw the overturned coffee table and ... and Joe's naked exposed butt. //Damn you Arthur! I'll get you for this//
"LaFiamma? Joe?" Levon muttered, dropping down on his knees next to his partner. Carefully rolling the Northerner over, Levon noticed a floor burn on Joe's cheek.
"Levon? He - he was here, wasn't he?" LaFiamma questioned sleepily.
"Yeah, partner -- an..."
"He took me?" Joe quizzed, fending sleep.
"God, LaFiamma I never meant for you to get ... I begged him to take me. He's coming back tonight. Gonna fuck me tonight!"
"Easy cowboy," Joey said, pulling up his pants as he sat up. "Ain't nobody gonna fuck you while I'm around," Joey continued embracing the blond.
"No ... you can't be here! He said if you were ... Joe you can't, you don't know this man!" Levon lambasted angrily sobbing against Joe's shoulder. "I love you, don't you understand that! You're the last person I want to see hurt."
"And I'm not going to stand by and see you taken advantage of. You say you know this man. From where? Where's he been for so long? Why did he decide to find you now?"
Jumping to his feet, Levon yelled, "I - I knew him in college... then at the Police Academy. After Caroline died he was one of the few people that hung around weeks after the funeral. He could tell I was horny from a mile away. He'd knock on the door and say, 'I'm here to shave those horns,' and we'd do it. He'd cuff me or tied me down ... eagle spread on the bed or in the barn ... then tantalize me with his hands until I was screaming for entry. I gotta have entry, LaFiamma! That's why I asked if you were a top man or bottom man! Gotta feel the power of the cock in me - entering, sliding, exploding - I gotta have it!"
Slowly moving to stand next to his partner, LaFiamma spoke softly, "I'm a top man, partner, and I sure can do it much gentler than this Arthur." Then Joey planted a light, tender kiss on the blond's lips, drawing the Texan out, deepening the touch until Levon bucked hard against him.
"What do you say we finish this in the shower?" Joey offered, adding, "It better be a quickie if we're going to make it in time for roll call."
-=-=-=
As far as Lundy was concerned this was the longest day in his life. The day dragged on and on. Every time he looked at his partner he felt the soft touch of Joe's kiss on his lips, and his body ached for those soapy hands to caress him again.
"You doing all right, Levon?" Joe asked quietly from across the desk. "No more notes other than that one in your jacket pocket this morning?"
Levon's mouth opened and closed, then out came a mumbled reply of 'no.'
"I'm running a check on your friend, Arthur. I want to see what this bastard has been up ...."
Before LaFiamma could finish his sentence, Levon burst loudly, "GOD, JOE, NO!" Levon barely noticed that the room had become deathly quiet, he was out of his chair, yanked his partner out of his, and propelled the man down the hall to a vacant conference room.
"Joe, you don't know this man! He's ... he's retired now ... on a medical leave. He's got a flag on his docket - anyone who tries to investigate him - gets visited by him - and it ain't pleasant!"
"Look, Levon, if this cop is dirty...?"
"Oh yeah he's dirty ... and he keeps journals on anyone he's ever met ... details meetings..."
"Details sexual relationships?"
<<<KNOCK...KNOCK...>>>
"Yeah, come on in!" LaFiamma called, walking to the door.
Sergeant Estaban Guiterrez stepped halfway through the door, looked at LaFiamma and said, "The info you wanted on Arthur Parkerhouse just came through."
"Thanks, Estaban, appreciate you bringing it."
"Any time, Joe."
Levon stood frozen where he stood watching Joe take the packet of papers and begin to leaf through them.
"Parkerhouse died two months ago." LaFiamma finally said looking up at his partner.
"WHAAAT?! Then who....?" Lundy gasped falling backwards into a chair.
"We're back to square one. According to this, he had no living relatives, and his estate was sold at auction. If those journals were part of his estate, who knows who bought them. Levon, it could be anyone."
"But..." Levon said watching a flash of an expression pass over LaFiamma's face.
"Parkerhouse? Hell, I bought a box at that auction! Paid five bucks for it without even knowing what was inside. It's still downstairs in my locker I haven't even opened it yet. Forgot all about it."
"Well what the hell we sitting around here for, let's go have a look. And let's look up that auction house, they have to keep records of who buys what. We gotta find those journals LaFiamma! Your cock is only one I want coming into my ass!"
"Levon - I told you...." LaFiamma began as he pushed open the stairwell door.
"Yeah, you told me. But what happened in the shower told me something too."
Joe's jaw tightened as they jogged down the stairs to the basement level. What happened in the shower, he shouldn't have let happen ... not until the final page of Arthur's journal had been carried out. He was careless. He knew he had to be more careful from now on.
Barely waiting for his partner Levon burst through the locker room doors and parked himself on the bench opposite his partner's locker. "Come on, come on, open it."
"Hold your damn horses!" Joey blasted back, purposely missing his combination to make his partner more antsy.
Finally opening his locker, Joe reached up to the top shelf and retrieved a medium-sized box covered in a dark brown paisley print. "Actually I bought the box, not what was in it, but our schedule has been so hectic I forgot all about it."
"You said you haven't opened it?" Levon asked examining the box.
"Nope."
"Somebody has! Look here -- this side the tape is lined up perfectly. But on this side it's half on, half off."
"Probably Arthur..."
"Arthur was a perfectionist, Joe. Believe me I worked with him. Someone has been in this box, either before you bought it or after."
"Open it," Joey replied quietly, moving to sit next to his partner on the bench.
Levon ever so carefully picked at the tag end of the packing tape that was wrapped around the brown box, and slowly edged it up to the lid. Lifting the lid the two stared at Arthur's scrawled handwriting, 'Arthur's lovers' that was written on the underside of the lid. Looking into the box they saw scattered pieces of paper with calligraphy writing, and three journals. Slowly Joe reached in and took each journal out. One was labeled in black marker - LEEvon; one was labeled - James. On the third was written - 'death comes easy.'
"I think, Levon, we'd better put this together and read it somewhere else. And if you trust Annie ... we'd better have some fingerprints tests."
"No fingerprint tests, Joe. There's only a few people who have access to locker combinations, and like I said it could have been tampered with before you bought it."
"I don't think it was. I remember looking at the box and thinking how meticulous this person was. Why he didn't just slap the tape on? That maybe something precious was in the box. There was another cop bidding on it too. Maybe it was this James fellow."
"James left the force a few years ago," Lundy said, watching his partner close up the locker.
"We'd best lock this in the trunk of my car. Don't want it laying around the squad room," LaFiamma said moving toward the door. "Come on, be my bodyguard, then we'd better get back to work before Beaumont is down our throats."
-=-=-=-==
The two detectives left work late, by the time they stopped at Chicken's for dinner and at LaFiamma's for a change of clothes they didn't arrive at Lundy's ranch until almost seven-thirty.
It was Joe who noticed a light on in the living room. "That timer you got for your light is finally working, I see."
"Timer?" Lundy replied looking up as he turned off the ignition. "Timer ain't hooked up."
With guns drawn the two detectives edged to the front door and were surprised to find it locked. It took Levon several seconds to get the key out and unlock the door. They moved through the house but found nothing disturbed not a thing out of place. The only thing they found was the timer plugged into a wall socket with the lamp plugged into it.
"Now I know how someone feels who's been burglarized... or raped even... damn!" Levon growled looking around.
"Come on, let's go into the kitchen and start with 'James.' "
"You start with James. I want to look at the one marked 'death.' There were some strange murders that Arthur covered that were never solved."
"Maybe I should start with your book...?"
"No - please! Joe! I don't want you to know the things he did to me. At least give me that, please!"
Nodding, Joey answered, "James, it is."
And so they read. Occasionally Levon heard his partner say, 'Jesus,' or mutter words in Italian. Once when Lundy heard a groan escape from the Italian's lips he looked up and saw Joe's mouth open and close, and the color drain from his face.
"It says ... he started sending notes to James after James moved in with him. God, this Arthur was a tyrant. You're lucky to be alive if he did half the stuff to you that he did to James. He sure liked to dominate. Handcuffs ... tie downs ... blindfolds ... torture. Man, I thought my cousin's brothel was bad, Arthur's done things I never heard of before.'
"He admits to some murders in here. Spells them out in detail... the capture, the seduction, the death..."
"And?" Joey asked looking up from his book.
"And the glee of getting away with it. The glee of bringing someone to such a high sexual climax that their heart stops. He lists names, Joe. Tells how he picked them and why. I - I knew he was sadistic but ... " The sentence went unfinished.
"According to the last page in this journal, James went the way of the others and is buried in the trees. That's all it says ... buried in the trees. Levon these journals have to be handed in, we...."
"HANDED IN?! NOT MINE! MINE IS BEING BURNED! NO ONE IS GOING TO READ WHAT THAT BASTARD DID TO ME -- NO ONE!" Lundy shouted jumping up to grab the journal with his name on it.
But his partner was quicker. Joe grabbed it and headed for the back door. "I need to know Levon. Need to know why you scream in your sleep sometimes. I need to know -- if you want me for a lover -- I need to know."
The last sentence stopped the Texan. He did want Joe as his lover more than anything in the world but - but before he could response he heard the back door slam shut.
Once outside Joe slowed down and calmly walked back to his car. He already knew what was in the journal marked Lundy. He'd already sent copies of the 'death' pages to a couple of homicide detectives. He wasn't sure now what he was going to do with the James book, but the man had a right to a decent burial. There was one last thing that Arthur did to Lundy that totally humiliated the man. Joe didn't want to do what Arthur did, he merely wanted his partner on his own terms. He wanted his partner to let go of any lover he'd ever had and this was the only way he knew how to do it. He'd hashed it over with his brother who ran the brothel, and Frank had agreed ... take him to the edge of rough, find him and bring him back into your arms to stay.
Lundy's head dropped to the kitchen table wondering if his partner would still be his partner let alone his lover after reading what Arthur had done to him during their sexual romps.
Levon didn't know how long his head lay on the table, but a gunshot outside and a yelp from LaFiamma woke him in a flash. He scrambled to his feet, knocking over chairs as he raced how the hall to his front door. He didn't see the foot that kicked up and sent him sprawling head first down the front steps. Nor did he notice the man who gingerly jumped after him grabbing his hands and forcing his face into the dirt.
LaFiamma put both knees into Lundy's back as he forced the Texan's hands behind his back, and tied a blindfold around his eyes. Jerking the blond to his feet, Joey forced the man back up the front steps to the swing.
"Member, Levon?" The gravelly, liquor laced voice mumbled. "Member the last time ... member the men ..."
"NO! WHOEVER YOU ARE! PLEASE NOT THAT! PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE!
"They've already paid for a piece of your ass, LEEvon... and I spent the money ... can't giv' it back. Peoples hate your guts LEEvon. And they's a coming to take theirs share."
Joe moved back, pulling his sandpaper covered gloves tighter, he reached around the blond and began to unbuckle his belt and slowly lowered the jeans down. His sobbing partner cut him to the core but he knew he had to finish what he started, it was the only way.
LaFiamma stepped back and looked at his partner naked from the waist down, blindfolded, with hands securely fastened to the back of the swing. If Arthur were alive today, Joe knew he could easily kill the man for what he'd done to Lundy. Or maybe a slow torture of what he had done to others would have been better. For now, he only wanted Lundy focused on him, totally on him.
Noiselessly the Italian moved off the porch to his car. Taking a battery operated cassette player he turned it on.
Tethered down unable to move his upper body Levon heard the men arrive. Cars squealing to a halt in his gravel driveway, men laughing, calling his name, fighting to see who takes him first.
"ARTHUR, PLEASE!" Levon shouted from the porch. "NOT AGAIN! PLEASE NOT AGAIN!"
That gravely voice came from somewhere in front of him, "Arthur's dead LEEvon, member? Once I read the journal, I knew I had to have you, but yur partner outbid me on the box. Don't matter though, I membered every detail. Every detail Arthur had for you. Every reaction he got from you. Now I'm takin' my share. An' don't expect your fancied dude partner to save you ... I neutralized him good."
Joe watched as his cousin stomped up onto the porch in boots sizes too big for him. But to Levon it sounded like a huge man. His only thought was he was going to be ripped to shreds if this man entered him, but to his surprise what pushed into his ass was cold and wet. Suddenly he was lifted by the ankles forcing his head down into the swing cushion, he heard the ensuing drunken laughter as the man said, "Hey look, he's drinking Jim Bean from the wrong end."
As he was lowered back to the floor of the porch, the man poured what was left in the bottle across Levon's shoulders. "Four more ahead of me before I get your ass again. Then you'll have the real me - right out your nose."
Levon shivered as the footsteps descended the porch. The men's voices had quieted to a murmured when sudden laughter filled the air.
"Hey what to do think? Think these fancy loafers look good on me? LaFiamma don't need 'em."
//Joe? Oh, god Joe I forgot all about you.//
'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH LaFiamma?" Levon shouted as Joe's cousin mounted the steps in Joe's fancy shoes.
"Taken care of!" An English or Aussie accented voice replied in Levon's ear.
Levon froze as fingers lubed with gel began working his ass. The man leaned forward and began sucking the liquor-laced shirt. "When we're done with you, we're takin' him. And we'll leave the rest for the crows."
Joe's cousin waited until Joey gave him the nod then he plunged his horny self into the white Texas ass taking all he could before Joe came to Levon's rescue.
Lundy bite his tongue as the huge cock plunged into him. Hands dug into his hips as the man pumped faster and faster. Lundy moaned at the final plunge as the man pushed deep waiting for ejection. In that moment of silence, Levon heard a click - a very distinctive click - of a hammer being pulled back on a gun.
"FREEZE! HOUSTON POLICE!" Joey shouted, as sounds on the cassette tape turned to car engines started, stalling, of men yelling, running.
"Move away - slow and easy," Joey commanded of his cousin on the porch.
Levon heard the retreating steps, heard cars roar out of the driveway. "Joe - there's more than one ...."
<<<THUD...THUMP>>>
"Thanks for distracting him Lundy." The man from the porch said.
Then Lundy heard that gravely voice, the voice that had tied him up here and in the bedroom. "LaFiamma will stick to him like glue now. We ain't gonna get his ass again."
"There'll be a time. You waited this long. We can wait again. You want him now you better take him, before LaFiamma comes around."
"I want him in the barn - help me..."
"I had my fun, you want him you take him here. And you better hurry, LaFiamma's coming around."
Joe watched his cousin collect all the sound equipment, the shoes, clothes and other props that were used. He waited until Frank's car had started to back up before he shouted, "GET YOU DAMN HANDS OFF HIM, OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!"
Levon heard running, a moan from his partner and a car leaving. Then it was quiet, too quiet. Feverishly the Texan tried to bring his knees under him so he could get his hands loose. Then he began rubbing his head up and down his sleeve until finally the blindfold slipped to his neck. Now that he could see, he tried to work the handcuff chain out of the wooden slates of the back of the swing, but they were fastened tight. He was trapped. Finally he walked the swing upward, but seeing his partner laid out on his driveway with blood on his face broke his concentration and the swing banged into his genitals whipping him back onto the porch his hands still firmly locked.
Levon didn't know how long he lay crouched on the porch before gentle hands touched him.
"Levon... Levon? Speak to me!" Joey whispered into Lundy's ear.
"Joe?"
"Easy, partner. I - I can't get your hands free ... tried my own keys ... nothing works... can't release you." Joey replied lightly kissing his partner's ear.
"Oh geezz," Joe snorted, "what did they pour on you? It smells like rot-gut!"
"There's ... extra keys on my dresser - two or three pair try those. LaFiamma, you sure you're okay - you're bleeding." Lundy asked more concerned with his partner than himself.
Joe wiped his hand across his face and stared at the blood that dripped off it. "It's nothing my new lover can't take care of," he said with a grin, stopping only long enough to lift his partner's chin and kiss him.
"Be right back - don't go away!"
"Yeah, right! Like I had a choice!"
Freed from his imprisoned chains, Levon doted over LaFiamma, tenderly washing the Italian's face and hands.
"I could get use to this," Joey finally said watching his partner use a tweezers to take sliver of a stone out of his hand.
"Well, get use to it. I'm holding you to your word - about me being your new lover," Lundy replied fingers brushing across Joe's lips.
"Levon, for all you know I could rougher than Arthur ...."
"Ain't nobody rougher than Arthur was. He strung other cops besides me up for free bangs in private rooms. If you did something he didn't like - really didn't like, he'd have you over for a beer and you'd wake up with a line of men standing next to your bed. Hell, he bought a new car that way - paid cash for it too!"
"Well, that's one thing I don't do," LaFiamma said quietly, "is share my lovers. Long as we're together, nobody's touching you but me. Need another shower? Looks like you could use a real scrub down."
"Scrub down? Hell, I need to be disinfected!" Lundy growled grabbing his lover by the shoulders and steering him toward the shower.
"Wait a minute! What happened to my shoes?"
"Forget about your shoes - I'll buy you another pair. I'll buy you ten pair!"
"Ten pair! At a hundred bucks a pair?"
"Joe?"
"What?"
"I love you!"
"I love you too Levon... ever since I saw those tight jeans leaning against that airport counter."
"Well, damn - we got two years of loving to make up for cause that's when I fell for you too. Come on, to the shower?"
"Sure you can take me after what just went down." Joey questioned quietly.
"Take you? You think a few horny cops are going to keep me from the man I love! Now that I know you feel the same as I do - ain't nothin going to keep me out of your bed LaFiamma! Nothin'! You might just have to tie me up so as you can get some sleep!"
Joe smiled. Frank's idea had worked better than either one of them thought. "We'll see about that cowboy," Joey said with a laugh lightly slapping the bare butt in front of him. You'll be crying 'uncle,' before you know it."
"Ain't never gonna cry uncle -- 'more LaFiamma more' is all you'll hear me say."
"We'll see about that," Joey laughed pulling the man to the floor and hiking him on all fours. Slowly LaFiamma eased his hardened cock into his lover's ass. "Why don't you be a good dog and take your master to the showers?" Joey said leaning full weight across Lundy's backside, plunging his cock in deeper.
The excitement of the penetration, the movement of Joe's cock inside him as he crawled toward the bathroom unleashed a raw passion in Lundy that he'd never felt before. The Texan stopped suddenly, reared back and impaled himself on his lover's cock.
Joey held on, equally as excited as his partner. "Go for it, Levon, go for it!"
Like a marionette on a string, Lundy bounced, twisted, turned, his voice changing from a yelp to a growl at the feel of the growing organ inside him. Then they were rolling on the floor, Joey's hands pumping his lover's cock bringing it to climax as he himself exploded inside his lover's ass.
Minutes later, LaFiamma repeated - "be a good dog and take your master to the shower."
"Damn, ain't you satisfied yet?"
"Are you saying 'uncle?' "
"Hell no!"
THE END