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Isiah's eyes opened one by one at the scent. He breathed in deeply, his brow furrowing forward. "What the hell happened to you? Get lost in a pumpkin patch?"

He inhaled a little deeper, trying to attatch the familiar scent to it's memory, but it failed him. He sat up, crossing his legs stiffly, grunting as sunburnt skin felt like stretched leather over his back.

Isiah was beginning to feel the same somewhat numbing effects even just from the smell- the old memory banks were shaking off dust but he had yet to link the scent to something.. but he was having a feeling it was a someone...

"What guy? Did he tell you his name?"

Isiah was beginning to sound- and feel- very motherly, but at present, he didn't much care. The usual, this world isn't meant for weaklings mentality was fading away steadily, as was his anti-gay resolve not to look Tsurai over like a piece of meat.

He shut his eyes tightly, sighing. "Pull your pants up, kid."

Isiah's face contorted, groaning. "What he look like?"

Simon... Simon.. ******** me.. who the hell is Simon?! Isiah grunted through his nose. "You're acting like you got high or something. What else did you do?"

Isiah was half sure that the boy had gone off and smoked a doobie- which of course, wouldn't help the situation any, as it just made you both hungry AND thirsty- and if that was the case, Tsurai was due for the most parent-like lecture of his life.

Isiah's eyes widened seconds before the strike, but not fast enough to save the family jewels. He doubled over, hot tears streaming down his face, his already red expression darkening with pain and anger.

"You stupid.." He sucked it in. "Little ********.."

He tightened his face up. "I'm gonna ******** kill you... what the hell did you ******** smoke?!"

Isiah's eyes widened a little as the throbbing pain the base of his abdomen diminished, by minute degrees. "What the ******** is WRONG with you? Go ******** wank somewhere! Why'd you have to crush my d**k to do that!"

He grit his teeth, the pain too intense to make logical thought possible. "You stupid little ********!"

Cyrus leaned against the side wall, chortling quietly in his chest. Isiah hadn't looked up until he heard the laugh- his teeth were bared in an angry snarl.

"Simon my ******** a**.."

Cyrus ran his tongue across his teeth, striding idly over toward Isiah and Tsurai, spurs jingling on his boots. "Well if this ain't sweeter than Aunt Yoko's sweet tea, I don' know what." He turned his boot to slice Isiah wickedly across the face- there wasn't much Isiah could do in terms of dodging, in the serious pain he was. "Stay put. I'll take care of this lil' problem for you."

Isiah gurgled through a steady flow of blood- but it wasn't long before Cyrus kicked him solidy in the temple with the heel of his boot. Isiah slumped over, blood trickling down his face and into the dirt.

Cyrus slid down the wall toward Tsurai, kneeling in front of him. His chest was bare- he was wearing an old, faded and ripped jean jacket, open- the scent that he had rubbed all over Tsurai was even stronger as Cyrus leaned over him. "Poor baby. I didn't make you feel better?" He smiled a little wider, strands of blond hair falling down from behind his ear. "I promise to make it up to you."

Cyrus pulled him up onto his feet, wrists locked on Tsurai's wrists. "Lemme find you a place to lie down, huh?" His voice was syrupy sweet, and it would seem to the boy that his scent got stronger all the time. "Out here in the sun's no place to be, anyway."

He dragged-pushed-pleaded Tsurai down the street until he found a more secluded spot- really, the only four walls with a door- the ceiling was a tarp of old clothes crudely drawn together, but in about an hour, the sun would go down, and all the ugliness would fade from view.

Within there wasn't much more than a trunk, a desk missing a leg and a cot- comfortable for one, miserable for two- but Tsurai wouldn't know the difference. That was one of the many joys of the pheromone wonder-drug.

He lay Tsurai down on his back before shoving a chair underneath the door's knob to keep it shut, pulling his jacket off of his torso.

"Daddy's gonna make it all better.."

A few hours later Tsurai would find conciousness. Cyrus was sitting across the room, smoking a cigarette, pants undone, feet bare, otherwise unclothed, watching him as he slept with a sort of sick, pleased grimace of a smile as he waited. "Good morning."

In reality it had only been perhaps three hours, stamina willing. Tsurai had promptly rolled over onto his back and fallen asleep after Cyrus had relieved him.

The cigarette bounced on his lip when he replied. "Does it matter? You're not his type anyway." He crossed his legs at the knee, pulling the cigarette from his lip after a short drag, tapping the ash onto the bare dirt floor. "If it's any consolation.. you squeal like a little girl."

Cyrus blew smoke upward in a steady stream, the fading light illuminating the end of his cigarette. "I'm somewhat surprised he hasn't come looking for you. Loyalty was one of his best traits."

Isiah had yet to regain conciousness, though he was nearing that point- and once he was awake he'd be angrier than a mob of hornets.

((hah, crappy post.))