The Hawks Start Nesting
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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,788
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1
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The Hawks Start Nesting
Title: The Hawks start Nesting
Author: Sandoz
Summary: The girls return to their adopted family and cause strife and hot monkey sex among the Fireflys
Rating: 17+
Feedback: desired.
Author’s notes: Written and posted originally on the TDR message board, it features myself (Sandoz) and some other people I know online.
*Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House or TDR and I'm not making any money off this, I'm just demented and can't stop writin! lol.
The girls hadn't been home in three months and Otis was growing restless. He'd carved up several cheerleaders in the interim and it was getting rather dangerous--Baby had been complaining about it. A red Ford Maverick appeared one of the few times Otis could be found outside in the midday sun, wide-brimmed hat protecting his sensitive eyes. He immediately perked up from his whittling project, smiling from ear to ear.
The car pulled to a stop, Moon and Sandoz emerging from the automobile, along with someone he didn't recognize: a tall dark-haired man who gazed around the place in wonder and appreciation. Sandoz ran up to Otis, he embracing the redhead with glee. He pressed his lips to hers and when they broke away he noticed the man gazing at him. "So..who's this you've brought?," he asked.
"Otis, this is Jason, my boyfriend."
Taken aback, the pale-skinned man was speechless for a moment.
Ma was overjoyed, offering him sugar cookies and iced tea in the kitchen and making small talk. Otis sulkily remained in the background, observing the man with slitted eyes. Rufus recieved him amiably enough after getting her in a bear hug, and the guy seemed properly respectful, yet armed to the teeth--a good sign. Baby purred and slunk around in her lingerie, which had Jason casting looks but not doing anything.
It seemed the girls had picked this guy up in Georgia where they'd stayed for some time, and he seemed to fit right in with them....Otis continued watching him as the family gathered round.
It seems Jason Drake killed a man in a fit of temper in his youth, and learned some handy tricks to survive while in prison along with some jailhouse tattoos of skulls and dragons. He was released early on good behavior where he then tumbled around until he met the Hawks--and fell in love with Sandoz. Moon shared an easy companionship with the stranger, laughing and leaning against him at the kitchen table, and Otis wondered if she was fucking him, too. It'll take more than making a bitch moan to impress him, however.
The newcomer laughed at Grampa Hugo's dirty jokes and talked animatedly with RJ about cars, and Moon went with Baby to the blonde's room. Girl talk, maybe? The wraith never understood women, had never cared to until he met Moon and San. Soon night began to fall and Mother Firefly declared she was gonna go to bed.
He caught Jason retrieving bags from the car, standing at the top step of the front porch with his arms folded. "Those look heavy, pretty boy," he observed, making no move to help. Crickets had started chirping and the frogs calling to each other in the creek; grunting, Jason pulled a laden knapsack from the trunk and approached the porch. "What's it like, fucking my girl?" Otis's eyes glinted dangerously in the failing light.
The young man said nothing for a few moments, then said, "I didn't know she was your girl, but she's a regular lil' ol tiger. But I guess you already knew that."
Oooh, a smart one! "What do you, boy? What the hell is in those packages? I hope you can make yerself useful round here. That is, if I let you live."
"It's glycerin. Soap." Otis stared at him blankly. "I use it to blow shit up. I love to blow up shit."
The older man raised his eyebrows. This could be...interesting...
Otis stood aside to let Jason pass, considering how mad Sandoz would be and for how long if he just spilled his guts right now--then decided against it. For now. "Hope yer likin the sloppy seconds, kid," he chuckled. "Every time she makes yew holler, you can thank me for breakin' her in."
This is not gonna be easy, the young man thought. He wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. Probably never while Otis was around.
Otis stood in the cooling air for a few moments, then went back inside and found Sandoz waiting for him in the hallway. "Otis, be nice."
"Ain't I always?," he deadpanned. The myriad bodies buried, burnt and dumped all over the area contested that claim. He tossed his long wispy hair and fought the urge to grab her round the throat and back her against the wall and squeeeeeze.
No. He couldn't do that no more than he could lay a finger on Baby. Christ, women. And he figured Moon would be with RJ tonight, being the first night back and all. He pulled her to him, she kissed him lightly and whispered, "Not tonight."
"Aw I could kill him so easy."
"I could not come back so easy," she hissed back, then realized her mistake. Nobody threatened Otis B. Driftwood, not even Sandoz the Hawk.
"Yer precious Daddy would not ever see ya again," he said grimly, then regretted it at the hardened expression on her round face. "San.."
"Say it. Say it and I'll be yours." His mouth worked but nothing came out. "Say it!"
"I want you."
"That's not it! Lots of grunting sperm-bags want me! Fuck!," she turned on her heel and stomped to her bedroom, collecting Jason along the way. The door slammed.
"Fuckbeans!," the slender man swore.
Author: Sandoz
Summary: The girls return to their adopted family and cause strife and hot monkey sex among the Fireflys
Rating: 17+
Feedback: desired.
Author’s notes: Written and posted originally on the TDR message board, it features myself (Sandoz) and some other people I know online.
*Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House or TDR and I'm not making any money off this, I'm just demented and can't stop writin! lol.
The girls hadn't been home in three months and Otis was growing restless. He'd carved up several cheerleaders in the interim and it was getting rather dangerous--Baby had been complaining about it. A red Ford Maverick appeared one of the few times Otis could be found outside in the midday sun, wide-brimmed hat protecting his sensitive eyes. He immediately perked up from his whittling project, smiling from ear to ear.
The car pulled to a stop, Moon and Sandoz emerging from the automobile, along with someone he didn't recognize: a tall dark-haired man who gazed around the place in wonder and appreciation. Sandoz ran up to Otis, he embracing the redhead with glee. He pressed his lips to hers and when they broke away he noticed the man gazing at him. "So..who's this you've brought?," he asked.
"Otis, this is Jason, my boyfriend."
Taken aback, the pale-skinned man was speechless for a moment.
Ma was overjoyed, offering him sugar cookies and iced tea in the kitchen and making small talk. Otis sulkily remained in the background, observing the man with slitted eyes. Rufus recieved him amiably enough after getting her in a bear hug, and the guy seemed properly respectful, yet armed to the teeth--a good sign. Baby purred and slunk around in her lingerie, which had Jason casting looks but not doing anything.
It seemed the girls had picked this guy up in Georgia where they'd stayed for some time, and he seemed to fit right in with them....Otis continued watching him as the family gathered round.
It seems Jason Drake killed a man in a fit of temper in his youth, and learned some handy tricks to survive while in prison along with some jailhouse tattoos of skulls and dragons. He was released early on good behavior where he then tumbled around until he met the Hawks--and fell in love with Sandoz. Moon shared an easy companionship with the stranger, laughing and leaning against him at the kitchen table, and Otis wondered if she was fucking him, too. It'll take more than making a bitch moan to impress him, however.
The newcomer laughed at Grampa Hugo's dirty jokes and talked animatedly with RJ about cars, and Moon went with Baby to the blonde's room. Girl talk, maybe? The wraith never understood women, had never cared to until he met Moon and San. Soon night began to fall and Mother Firefly declared she was gonna go to bed.
He caught Jason retrieving bags from the car, standing at the top step of the front porch with his arms folded. "Those look heavy, pretty boy," he observed, making no move to help. Crickets had started chirping and the frogs calling to each other in the creek; grunting, Jason pulled a laden knapsack from the trunk and approached the porch. "What's it like, fucking my girl?" Otis's eyes glinted dangerously in the failing light.
The young man said nothing for a few moments, then said, "I didn't know she was your girl, but she's a regular lil' ol tiger. But I guess you already knew that."
Oooh, a smart one! "What do you, boy? What the hell is in those packages? I hope you can make yerself useful round here. That is, if I let you live."
"It's glycerin. Soap." Otis stared at him blankly. "I use it to blow shit up. I love to blow up shit."
The older man raised his eyebrows. This could be...interesting...
Otis stood aside to let Jason pass, considering how mad Sandoz would be and for how long if he just spilled his guts right now--then decided against it. For now. "Hope yer likin the sloppy seconds, kid," he chuckled. "Every time she makes yew holler, you can thank me for breakin' her in."
This is not gonna be easy, the young man thought. He wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. Probably never while Otis was around.
Otis stood in the cooling air for a few moments, then went back inside and found Sandoz waiting for him in the hallway. "Otis, be nice."
"Ain't I always?," he deadpanned. The myriad bodies buried, burnt and dumped all over the area contested that claim. He tossed his long wispy hair and fought the urge to grab her round the throat and back her against the wall and squeeeeeze.
No. He couldn't do that no more than he could lay a finger on Baby. Christ, women. And he figured Moon would be with RJ tonight, being the first night back and all. He pulled her to him, she kissed him lightly and whispered, "Not tonight."
"Aw I could kill him so easy."
"I could not come back so easy," she hissed back, then realized her mistake. Nobody threatened Otis B. Driftwood, not even Sandoz the Hawk.
"Yer precious Daddy would not ever see ya again," he said grimly, then regretted it at the hardened expression on her round face. "San.."
"Say it. Say it and I'll be yours." His mouth worked but nothing came out. "Say it!"
"I want you."
"That's not it! Lots of grunting sperm-bags want me! Fuck!," she turned on her heel and stomped to her bedroom, collecting Jason along the way. The door slammed.
"Fuckbeans!," the slender man swore.