Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (102 page)

“I want the steak, it’s sitting right there.”

I rolled my eyes, serves me right for being silly enough to think that longing sigh was for his adoptive dads to get back together. I rubbed his back and we continued watching them.

Then I saw the moment I had been hoping for. Leo’s body language started to relax, and he stopped talking so much with his hands. I could even see the lines in his face soften as Greyson took his hand. He didn’t pull it away, and that’s when I knew they would be okay.

I squealed out loud when Leo and Greyson hugged, and I could see a small smile on Reaver’s face though he did try and hide it. Feeling all squishy I leaned over and kissed the corners of Reaver’s lips.

He moved his face towards mine and we briefly and but very deeply kissed. When I broke away I saw the two mayors kissing too.

“There you go, your fucking Disney happy ending. They can continue to make each other miserable,” Reaver said with a chuckle. He got up and opened the patio door, Leo and Greyson were still kissing.

“You two go up and have a make up fuck, I’m sick of waiting for my steak.” Reaver grabbed the stack of meat and walked back into the living room. Greyson and Leo pulled away flushed with embarrassed.

“Come on Killian, let’s eat.”

I practically skipped home that night. Though my feelings towards Leo were still very sore and my curiosity out of control, I ignored it for tonight and just savored that everyone was talking and getting along again. I loved West Aras and what Reaver had made of it,  but I missed having the little family back together. I missed Greyson and I missed normal Leo.

All during dinner Leo seemed to treat me normally, I didn’t get any angry glares or threatening glances the entire time.

I hoped that Greyson had quelled his murderous feelings towards me when they had talked about Reaver. But I still didn’t know what they had agreed on on the other side of that patio door. I just knew they both looked happy so I wasn’t sure.

Maybe those two had decided to leave well enough alone. Would Reaver bring it up to Greyson? Probably not… but the conversation he had had with Greyson that night after the ravers had seemed to affect him. So perhaps he would.

Either way, I was okay with it. I wouldn’t say a word and I would leave it up to them. I was content with that, and in my head, that was all there was to say.

That night Reaver and I made love, and after he left me to do his short patrols. I hoped that would end soon and West Aras could rejoin with Old Aras. Then he could work on the walls like he had always loved and maybe I could go back to working at Docs.

Everything could go back to normal.

And we had a very nice several weeks too. Since Greyson had been nice enough to invite us over, and also because him and Leo were back together I invited everyone to Reaver and my house for dinner. We still had Mickey steaks so I fried that with onions and garlic and finished it off with canned spaghetti. Reaver also made waffles for desert that we had with honey. After a lot of hours put into it (more since I had sabotaged it) he had finally fixed his waffle maker; he had been having them for every meal.

It was during that night that West Aras officially joined Aras again. Which kind of meant nothing was going to change except we had to pay taxes again, and we got rations. Since Reaver and Asher had supplied Aras with (at the final count, including the dead towns people that Greyson decided to not comment on) thirty six ravers and seven arians. We decided that all our taxes, Reaver, me and Asher’s would be paid up.

To sweeten the deal Greyson even gave us a crate of rum to share. Which I didn’t find too great but Reaver and Asher were over the moon.

Reaver would also be starting his old sentry job again. Matt was still recovering and would be out of work for another two weeks. He was learning how to use his sniper rifle with only three fingers on his left hand and a foot of intestine missing but he was managing. Apparently the raver had disembowelled him but thanks to Doc and all the anti-biotics we had gotten from Donnely he was going to recover. He even got to take the dried piece of intestine home. His wife wasn’t that happy about it.

I would be returning to Doc’s soon too, part time during the day. I missed learning from him, and I wanted to make up for not working there during the whole West Aras thing. Doc had even tempted me with paying for me to work there. Usually apprentices had to volunteer for at least a year full time before they got reasonable pay not just deductions.

Asher was well.. Asher, though he had been hiding out in his house more than he normally would. He had been invited to Reaver’s bbq in his basement but he complained of a headache. I suspected he might have a concussion like Reaver had. I hoped so, I wanted to see him have a seizure and pass out. I would enjoy it.

To my chagrin Reaver had decided to put up a little tank bell too for Asher too. He had rigged a small tinkly bell up to a piece of string, and drilled a hole through his ceiling and out the wall of the main floor. All Asher had to do was tug on a piece of string and it would make it tinkle. Reaver defended his decision saying if one of us accidently locked the other out and they didn’t have keys it would help. I smelled bullshit but whatever. As long as it made Reaver happy.

I had to tell myself that so often it was like a recording. Every day, ‘As long as it makes Reaver happy. As long as it makes Reaver happy.”

I hope Asher dies in his sleep.

We could eat Asher steaks. Now that is someone I would enjoy eating. Or maybe I’d feed him to the deacons just to prove how worthless he was.

I guess Reaver was rubbing off on me.

I perked up as I heard a whistle, I looked over at Reaver.

My boyfriend was motioning me over. He was leaning up against the raised beds of our little green house. We had just come in to turn the hose off before nightfall. Every night before Reaver went to bed we turned the hose on just a little bit, so the plants got a continuous trickle of water, and every night before we settled in for the night we turned it off.

I walked over and leaned to where he was pointing. I squealed happily.

“We’re growing something!” My voice was several octaves higher than usual. From the door you couldn’t see it, even with the bright lights on, but up close you could see a thin mist of green over where our carrots were growing.

Reaver smiled and looked at the other beds. “We got some in the blackberry and strawberry patches too. Look.” He pointed.

I jumped up and down feeling so proud of us. We had managed to grow something! Hopefully something that would grow big and plentiful like the plants Perish had grown. Oh I wish he was here to see this. I bet he would have been proud of me.

“I’m going to cook you so much good food, and bake too! I’m going to sell some more of those tetanus shots and buy some flour!” I clenched my hands, I was still kind of jumping around.

Reaver started adjusting the lamps, it was cold tonight and we wanted to keep them as warm and as lit up as possible.

“I want things to put on the waffles,” Reaver said, dipping his hands into our rain barrel outside to wash his hands. “Like the berries and that stuff, the shit that Perish put on it, what was that?”

“Strawberry sauce, we can make it with strawberries and sugar in a pot,” I said. “And the blackberries too, really any fruit, and probably meat too.”

Reaver perked up, he looked at me with a glint in his eye. “Meat on waffles? With gravy too. Holy shit I never thought of making that a not sweet food.” Well, our waffle diet would continue I suppose. I better talk to the caravan that made trips to Anvil, we should probably get a laying chicken. Our pancake mix would run out soon.

Gosh I was glad Perish hadn’t had a deep fryer, Reaver’s mind might explode. We had had one in Skyfall that Dad had gotten after he had pleased Elish, Silas’s top chimera advisor. I remember he had sent it with frozen french fries and battered fish. We ended up eating that for christmas dinner, I’ll never forget how happy that time in our lives were. It was before Dad got addicted to drugs and got fired from his job.

“You know what you can also do, hun?” We finished up our plant maintenance and made our way back home. “Use the waffles as bread, you can make sandwiches now.”
The expression on my boyfriend’s face was that of a man who had found the Holy Grail, but it quickly turned to a rather flat look. “I swear your goal in life, is to get me so fat I don’t fit through the tunnel anymore. Then you can keep me inside, near you for all eternity. Making me fatter and fatter.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” I said with a smirk. “We’ll call you Rolly Polly Reaver.”

That would make Asher not attracted to him anymore...

I felt a push and soon he was chasing me around like we were a couple of kids. Howling and laughing as he pinched and prodded me every time he managed to grab a piece of flesh.

“Oh look at that, it’s Asher. He must want his rum.” I slowed down, leaning my hands against my knees for breath. I immediately felt my mood sour like it so often did when my eyes beheld the asshole who was trying to steal my boyfriend.

Asher strolled towards us like he was cock of the walk. He was dressed in tight jeans, and a tight black mesh t-shirt that made him look like a whore. To top it all off he was strutting a leather jacket and sunglasses (even though it was a fucking hour from nightfall and the sun hadn’t been seen in a week). He got all his new clothes from his cache, apparently his family had bought them cheap before leaving Skyfall, and had planned on re-selling them in Greendale. A block well known for housing vacationing elites.

I smelled so much bullshit in that story my nose curled, but Reaver had paid no mind, he had gotten presents so he could care less. Asher had given him brand new wool socks, and his own mesh shirt to so he could whore it up just like Asher. That had been a fun day.

“Jeez, you look like the slut of Moros, are you going on a date?” Reaver teased.

Asher eyed us both and smiled. His smile always reminded me of the look a cat got when it spotted the mouse its been looking for. “No I am not thank you. I just don’t find it necessary to dress like a waster when I am inundated with such fancy clothes.” Asher smugly pulled on his leather jacket collar. I could smell the fresh leather. “I was just looking for you. Are you going for your patrol tonight?”

“Of course I am,” Reaver answered. I growled in my mind but reminded my face to stay placid.

“Come pick me up, I’ll go with you,” Asher said, I saw a flick of a lighter and a puff as he lit a joint. I could smell the pure weed from here, it stank more than the quils.

Reaver nodded. I wished I saw some hesitancy in his face, because I knew he loved to walk alone; but to my dismay he looked happy. “Alright, I will.”

I sighed as we continued home. He never drank on his patrols, should I bother slipping him a voice recorder?

Maybe I just had to bide my time... at least I knew Reaver would be safe. No staying up all night worried Asher would try and get with him. I would take what I could get. I was a man of few virtues but one I did have... I was damn patient.

Chapter 42

Reaver

I left with a victorious cackle, still tasting the semen in my mouth. Killian was in bed, snoring lightly, a mixture of xanax and oral sex had conked him out in record time.

What was even more amusing was the fact that he insisted on making me cum first. I of course had no qualms, every blow job from him was getting better and better. That kid had found every single sensitive area on my body and had the greatest time exploited them.

What I found funny though was the fact I knew he wanted to satiate my sex drive before I hung out wish Asher.

It was a stupid thing for him to even feel like he needed to do, but it wasn’t like I was going to tell him no.

I waited for him in our usual spot, in the movie theater I used to hide out in as a teen. In an area of the theater that was missing a chunk of roof and wall.

I would wait for him as I scanned the northern area of the former West Aras. He told me he could see me perched there if he stood on his roof. Perhaps that’s how he always managed to find me.

I jumped down onto the pavement when I saw Asher walking down the main road. A dark shadow against the abandoned houses, glowing under the moonlight above us. It was a clear and but tepid night. Though some nights, I could see my cold breath in my exhales, tonight it was too warm. I made sure to enjoy this mild break in the weather before we got more rain.

Asher handed me a bottle of vodka and I took a swig and passed it back to him. “Only one, I technically am patrolling.”

Asher waved me off and took a long drink. “Fuck it, you’re fired. Come to my house I wanna get stoned.”
I laughed and started walking him along our usual root. “I guess patrolling this place is pretty useless now, it’s back to being normal Aras. Alright, I’ll have a couple drinks with you, but we’re still doing the usual routes.”

“I’ll drink to that, I’ve been cooped up inside all day anyways. Head has been killing me.” Asher tucked the bottle into his jeans and we started walking deeper west into Aras. There was nothing back here but piles of crap, barely functional roads and lots of abandoned homes but I loved walking around it. It was so quiet, dark and spooky. Killian hated this patrol, he still got jumpy, but that kid had seen a lot of shit so I didn’t tease him.

We shared a cigarette and walked side by side down the long winding road of a street of an unknown name. Ranchers were on either side of us, with bushes growing out of sidewalk cracks, twisted black trees, and fallen electricity polls. These houses long since cleaned of anything of value and now sitting in various states of decay, waiting to either collapse or be dismantled for firewood.

“Do you ever think the greywastes will go back to how it was?” I asked out of the blue, the liquor and the quil was starting to make me talkative. Killian and I had had some very philosophical talks when we both got high together.