Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 17. Norman Bates ( Chapter 17 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Mindfreak- xD They will have fun someday, but for now Jason's going to be a pussy x3. He needs to be otherwise the plot of the story doesn't fall into place as well xD. Thanks for reviewing!
Dark_Angel: Jason's a sad, sad boy now and then xD. But I have to love him. Randy's a god damned son of a bitch sometimes, which is why he turns out to be such a pain in the ass for my main characters, you'll see x.x.
Tinkle Time Kelly: Hilarious name by the way. Thanks so much for reading! I hope you stay interested, and thank you even more for reading and reviewing.
Tony woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing, playing a song in midi by some local band he'd forgotten the name of, he hadn't changed his ring tone since before the war. He reached over sleepily, pulling the phone out of his pants, which hung on the upper corner of his bed.
“Hello?” He said as he flipped open the cell phone, his eyelids hardly parted.
“Hey, how soon can you and Shane be over here? I need to make a sort of announcement,” Marty had woken up early that morning and was already getting ready to go out.
“An hour I guess, is it urgent?” Tony rubbed his eyes, pulling his pants on as he spoke.
“Not very, I'm leaving for a little meeting in a few minutes, I won't be back for about an hour, so take your time, just be here by ten,” Marty said. Tony turned over his wrist and looked at his watch, it was quarter after nine.
“All right, we'll be there, see-ya then,” Tony pressed the end button, not caring enough to wait and see if there was more. He pulled his pants on and picked up his chain necklace off his dresser, hooking it around his neck. He left his shirt off and strode casually out of the guest room towards Shane's bedroom.
He came in clapping his hands loudly and jumping up and down, shaking the room as much as he could. Shane put the pillow over his head and squeezed it against his ears, he didn't know what gave Tony the nerve to wake him up before ten and he didn't care, he just wanted to go back to sleep. Tony jumped on the bed and tore the pillow from his hands, flinging it across the room. He was what you might call a morning person.
“Get up sunshine, Marty wants us at his place in forty-five minutes,” He poked Shane's shoulder, as he's buried his head so far in the mattress that the light couldn't reach his eyelids. “Don't make me get the cold water,” he sat cross-legged, gripping Shane's shoulder and rolling him back and forth. Shane moaned loudly and threw the covers over his head, by this time he was just being stubborn.
“You are so annoying,” He groaned, rolling over onto his back. He peaked out from under the blankets to see Tony's bare chest and crossed arms, looking at him with a sly grin. “Get out of my bed, go put a shirt on,” He chuckled and pulled the blanket back over his eyes.
“That's funny, last time I checked you liked sexy shirtless boys in your bed,” Tony replied, nudging Shane's side with his toe. Shane pulled the blankets down to his chest and looked at his friend, trying to hold back a smirk.
“Now who in hell ever told you that you were anything near sexy?” He joked.
“You did,” Tony shrugged. Shane paused, and thought about the claim for a moment.
“That's right I did,” He grabbed Tony's arm suddenly and pulled him down so he was in a laying position and then rolled on top of him.
“Well isn't this a suggestive pose,” He smirked. Tony struggled beneath him, he wasn't amused but the smile he was wearing said otherwise.
“Come on, you didn't give up being straight for nothing, did you?” Shane left a quick kiss on his neck and then moved back to his eyes.
“Shane,” Tony frowned and looked away. “Don't be a whore,” He said plainly. After all Shane had just snatched up the love of his life, the only thing that any playful sexual games with his other friends would do is ruin it. Shane's face fell blank as soon as the words left his friends mouth, he hadn't meant it in that way, but how could anyone else know that? He rolled off Tony into a sitting position.
“Are me and Jase going out?” He asked after a long pause, looking halfway back at Tony who'd sat up as well. Tony nodded in confusion, wondering how he wouldn't have known that.
“I thought I may have dreamed it…” Shane's voice trailed off as he headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He had to admit to himself he was growing to like being in the mob, but today he didn't much feel like showing up, he was too exited about spending time with his new boyfriend. Then again, Marty had lost a member recently; it was only polite that he showed up when he was asked at least for a while.
Marty pulled into the parking lot of the police station, one place he for sure never expected to show up willingly, yet here he was. He sat in his car for a few moments, he knew he couldn't trust this man, but he didn't see a way of getting by without putting a little bit of trust in him, it was his only choice. If he would have been any other man he may have felt bad making the decision without his gang, his friend's input, but he wasn't any other man.
He stepped out of the car slowly and slammed the door shut, looking over the windows of the establishment. This was a place full of cops, full of the only people in the world that may have been a decent threat to him, and he was about to walk right by them. It was the first time Norm had asked Marty to come to the police station; they usually met at bars or street corners. He didn't understand why this time he had to walk right in, but right now he needed a job more than ever, and he was willing to do anything for one.
Norm was the captain of the police; he was a good cop, and a damn good criminal. He was good friends with most of the biggest, and most wanted criminals in the area, and he could get almost anything he wanted just by having proof of their crimes. He had solid proof of Marty's; luckily whenever he asked Marty to do a job he put some money in with it, just out of generosity, and to humor the poor, dying mob's leader.
“Ah, Mr. Kraws, right on time,” A familiar smile greeted him and he nodded, forcing a smile of his own. Norm stepped forward from talking to a young, attractive policewoman and put a friendly arm around Marty's shoulder.
“Why do we have to meet here?” Marty murmured under his breath, looking over the faces of the officers they past with a mildly unsure expression.
“It's take your kid to work day, mine just happens to be in town today and I don't want to leave him here alone, I hope you don't mind?” He gave Marty a caring smile. Marty nodded his head back and forth, he did mind, but so far it seemed Norm was in a decent mood and he didn't want to change that.
“So, how have you been?” Norm pulled out a chair from under a small two-person table and offered it to his visitor. He then went around and took a seat on the other side of the table, folding his hands and leaning forward.
“Shittier than ever,” Marty shrugged. “Tom Felner's dead,” He let out a heavy sigh looking down at his sweaty hands as he rubbed them together.
“Yeah, I heard about that, Randy Gilroy, your cousin put a bullet in him,” Norm nodded. “I also heard you two aren't exactly best friends anymore since the incident, but don't worry, if worst comes to worst, just remember I like Randy better,” Norm smirked and winked.
“Gee thanks,” Marty rolled his eyes. “So quit beating around the bush, what'd you drag me down here for anyway?” He asked.
“What happened to you Marty? You were always so happy, quick with a joke, or an insult, anything that could annoy the shit out of me and make me laugh at the same time,” Norm ignored his question. “What ever happened to that Marty Kraws, even before Tom died you got all boring and depressed?” He asked. Marty bit his lip and looked down, this is not something he needed at the time.
“Jesus Norm, what are you? My mother?” He asked. “Just tell me what you want me to do, and let me get out of here,” He suggested.
“Dad,” There was a voice from the doorway and Marty turned to look. “Dad, can I have some money for a pop from the machine, I could get you one too,” He asked.
“Marty,” Norm said. “This is my son, Clark, or more officially my ex-wife's son, but he's up here for a few weeks. Clark, this is Marty, the guy I told you I'd be in a meeting with when I asked you not to bother me,” He narrowed his eyes at his persistent son, giving him a threatening look.
“Whatever,” Clark rolled his eyes and leaned against the door, deciding easily that he wasn't going to leave.
“Anyway, there's a guy out there that I want behind bars, and I want him alive. He's put a bullet in two of my good friends in the past and I just now dug up his identity. The fact that he was away in Germany for five years made that a little hard to do, I believe you know him,” Norm slid a picture across the table for Marty to see. Marty looked down at the picture with a blank expression, he recognized the face easily, the shoulder-length brown hair, the necklace, the brown eyes, Tony.
“I can't get you him.” Marty said plainly and slid the picture across the table.
“And why is that?” Norm squinted.
“Because, he's…” Marty wasn't sure how to put it. “He's my friend, and I won't hand him over,” He crossed his arms. “Anyone but Tony, hell I'd even give you Derek,” He scoffed.
“I want Tony Reynolds, and if you won't hand him over to me you'll hand yourself over. I'm offering…”
“Wait,” Clark cut in. “Tony Reynolds, I know him, he's my ex-boyfriend's friend, biggest asshole I ever met, I can get you him,” Clark shrugged. Marty raised an eyebrow, ex-boyfriend why was it that he and so many of his acquaintances liked men?
“You can, can you?” Norm crossed his arms.
“Yeah, easily, I know where he's staying now,” Clark shrugged. “It'll be a piece of cake, when you want him?” He asked.
“As soon as possible,” Norm smiled. “We're done here Mr. Kraws,” He stood up and left the room immediately, motioning Clark to follow him. Marty's jaw dropped, he knew he'd have to warn Tony, and he knew sooner or later Norm was going to have to go. He had to many people on his killing list at the moment, and not enough plans as to how he'd go about doing the killing.
Behind a closed door Shane kissed his sleeping lover good-bye on the lips and left a note as to where he'd gone, Jason looked so cute while he was sleeping Shane couldn't bare to wake him. The car was missing from the driveway when Shane and Tony arrived at Marty's, only to assume he was still out on his meeting. They walked into the living room to find Derek sitting on the couch, listening to music as he played a small, handheld video game.
“Hey you guys,” He said without looking up at them, he seemed to be really into his game.
“Hey Derek, how goes the war,” Tony strode into the room and took a seat on the opposite side of the couch. Shane leaned over the back of it in between them, turning his attention toward Derek expecting an answer.
“You'd have to ask Marty when he gets back, I really don't know,” Derek shrugged. “Dammit!” He cursed when he lost the game and the big red letters shown up on the screen saying Game Over.
“I need to get laid,” Derek tossed the game to the chair across from him. “Some big assed girl with giant tits,” He lay back and fantasized. Tony smirked, nodding at him, not a bad choice at all. Shane was gagging under his breath, trying to get the disgusting image out of his head.
“Fucking straight guys,” He squinted. There were two kinds of images he could never get out of his head, the sexy ones, and the disgusting one, and this one could've fell into both depending on who was imagining it.
“All right, how but a skinny little teenage boy, black clothes, chains on his pants, fringe in front of his eye, and I really cute ass,” Derek shrugged. Tony raised an eyebrow, he knew someone who fit that exact description.
“What?” He turned to the day dreaming pervert in question. Derek pointed out the front window, and there he was. Nate was tugging a large suitcase behind him as he made his way up the driveway to the front door.
“What the fuck?” Tony shot up from his seat and headed toward the front door.
“Hey! I saw him first!” Derek got up right after him and followed close behind. Tony ignored him and opened the door quickly, he knew Nate was with Randy, and he knew Marty wouldn't be happy about him showing up, but the boy looked like he had a mind to stick around.
“Nathan!” Tony stormed out of the house and came stomping towards him. Derek grunted and almost went after him, but Shane had him by the arm.
“Relax, it's just Tony's little boyfriend,” He chuckled. The two of the them watched from the window, Shane thought it would be an interesting scene, just like the last time the two had met.
“Tony…” Nate swallowed and looked up at his crush, Tony was taller than he was, he had muscles, and he was cute, what else could Nate have asked for?
“Nathan, what are you doing here, Marty's going to go insane when he finds out you're here!” Tony scolded. “He'll kill you without a second thought, especially now, you don't want to fuck with him. Go back to Randy's,” He ordered. Nate looked down, that's exactly what Paine had said, but he couldn't go back now, Randy probably knew, going back was what he saw as his worst option.
“I don't want to go back,” Nathan swallowed. “Please Tony, Marty doesn't have to know I'm here, I'll live in a closet, or the attic, please, I have no where else to go!” He begged. Tony sighed and looked over the large piece of luggage Nathan had brought with him.
“All right, go on inside, I'll take the suit case,” Tony replied. “God, you're going to get me killed, kid,” he mumbled. Nate looked down in shame and turned back to head up towards the door as Tony picked up the suitcase and dragged it up to the door.
“There's wheels on it you know,” Nate looked back at him with a shrug. Tony looked down beneath the suitcase, and there they were, he felt stupid and began pulling it along, the wheels made it a lot easier.
“Tony are you crazy!” Derek asked once Tony stepped into the house. “Marty's going to kill you and that kid as soon as he gets home,” He warned. Tony shrugged and parked the suitcase by the door.
“Maybe I am crazy, but so is Randy, he's better off here,” He said. Nate stepped back away from Derek and behind Tony.
“Oh yeah? How do you know he's not a little spy of some sort,” Derek scoffed at the dark haired boy.
“I'm not,” Nate said in an assuring voice, but of course Derek didn't buy it. “Randy's an asshole, and I wouldn't do any spying for him even if he did send me here, which he didn't,” He crossed his arms.
“Whatever,” Derek left the room, mumbling worriedly to himself until he was in the next room.
“I'm gonna take my bag upstairs now,” Nate said quietly, taking his suitcase by the handle and dragging it up the stairs, obviously having trouble.
“Cute,” Shane nudged Tony as they watched the boy struggle to get the heavy bag up each stair. “So, you just going to stand there and watch him suffer, go help him,” He suggested.
“Why don't you help him?” Tony crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
“He likes you,” Shane smirked, giving Tony a wink and then turned into the next room where Derek was stretched out over the couch. Tony let out a heavy sigh and approached the stairs, hopping up the first five to where Nate was still trying to tug the bag up the sixth step.
“Here, I'll do it, second room on the left,” Tony said, pushing Nate's hands off the bag and pulling it up himself, it wasn't hard at all.
“What room is that?” Nate asked, he'd expected a walk in closet or something, but then again he'd gladly take anything he could get.
“My room,” Tony grumbled under his breath as he pulled the suitcase up the last few steps. Nate bit his bottom lip, smiling after he'd turned so Tony couldn't see it.
Tony rolled the suitcase into his room to find Nate just standing there in the middle of the room, looking around as if he were shy to touch anything or sit down.
“All right, just stay in here until I think some things out, stay out of site of the door, keep it mostly shut but not shut, and don't make any noise. Don't worry this is temporary,” Tony explained. “Have a seat and make yourself at home though, just don't get into my stuff.” He said. Nate smiled his cutest and most friendly smile, looking up at Tony as he fell onto the bed, folding his hands in his lap.
“Why not shut it all the way?” He asked.
“Because, Marty will get suspicious, I tried to hide a dog in here once,” Tony replied. Nate giggled and started bouncing slightly on the bed.
“I'm tired, can I take a nap?” He yawned, kicking off his shoes. He'd walked all the way from Randy's to Marty's he must've been, and Tony didn't have much reason to say no.
“Sure,” He said. “Just don't go under the—,” He frowned as Nate crawled under the blankets on his bed and got settled in, smiling at Tony with only his head peaking out from under the blankets.
“Don't what?” He asked, wiggling his toes under the blankets and titling his head. Tony couldn't help but smile, trying not to laugh, Nate definitely was cute.
“Nothing,” He chuckled and turned to leave. “No snoring, and when you wake up, don't leave the room, I'll be up later with some food,” Tony said, standing in the doorway, holding the doorknob and getting ready to leave.
“Thanks Tony,” Nate said and then pulled the blankets up over his head to block out the son. He'd woken up early that morning to make sure no one caught him leaving, now he needed to catch those hours of sleep he'd missed.
“No problem,” Tony pulled the door shut most of the way and then turned to go back down the stairs. For some reason he couldn't get it out of his head that there was an adorable teenage boy in his bed at the moment. “Pedophile,” He insulted himself jokingly as he walked back into the living room. Before him was a site that was beyond unexpected, and not to mention disgusting. Shane had Derek pinned against the couch on his back, Derek's hands gripped his sides and their tongues were intertwined. Tony let out a sigh, Shane was a good friend, and a good guy, but he was such a man whore it was almost too annoying to bare.
“Shane, I hate to rain on your parade here, but did you forget about, short, white and fuzzy?” Tony said. Shane pulled his lips away slowly in disappointment, knowing he should stop, that he shouldn't have even started. He looked back at his friends, prying Derek's protesting hands off his waist, he wanted a lot more than what he'd gotten.
“What?” Shane asked, sitting up and straddling Derek's waist as he looked back at Tony.
“Jason.” Tony shrugged, making it clear as to whom he was talking about.
“Short, white and fuzzy?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, Jason,” Tony nodded; as if Shane should've actually known who he was talking about the first time he said it.
“You're not going to tell him are you?” Shane stood up off Derek, tripping over the grabby hands as he pushed them away over and over again.
“Not this time,” Tony mumbled, picking up a deck of cards and shuffling it out of boredom. “Next time, maybe, Derek isn't worth losing him, trust me,” He said. Shane walked over to the window and banged his head against it, he was being a horrible boyfriend, worse than usual and this time he was actually trying to be better. He knew that if he kept this up he'd never be able to keep the love of his life, but Jason wasn't giving him everything he wanted, perhaps that's why he was taking it from other guys that would give it to him for the asking.
“Oh, so you have a boyfriend do you,” Derek sat up and pulled Shane by the arm into his lap. “Might I suggest a threesome?” He smirked and nipped at Shane's neck. Shane laughed and tugged away playfully, but stopped when he saw the cards fly through the air. Tony had done it on purpose, bend them all bad and let them all go, like a game of 52 pick-up, only he didn't seem to be planning to pick them up. Shane frowned, and pushed Derek's hands off him as Tony trudged out of the room and back toward the stairs.
“Tony wait!” Shane rushed after him. “I'm sorry, I'm just messing around,” He justified. Tony rolled his eyes as he hung onto the railing, threatening to head up the stairs to his room.
“I know you were, but in case you haven't gotten this through your head, it's not exactly a great luxury to have your best friend act like the biggest gay man slut out there,” He narrowed his eyebrows. Shane was about to say something in his own defense when the front door slung open and in came Marty, looking depressed as he always did lately.
“Marty?” Shane questioned. Marty ignored him aside from shoving him out of the way and headed into the kitchen. Tony rolled his eyes and just headed up the stairs, he didn't think it the best idea to go in his room, but he was going to take a shower. Derek ignored Marty, he'd gone back to his game after Shane had left, just taking up room on the couch as always. Shane headed into the kitchen after Marty, he wasn't sure why he was so interested in what happened, then again, maybe he wasn't, maybe he just cared.
“How'd the meeting go?” He asked, standing on the opposite side of the kitchen as Marty chugged down half a beer within thirty seconds.
“Could've gone better, I didn't get any jobs, just another problem on my hands,” Marty sighed, turning to him. Shane took a few steps forward, seeing as Marty was willing to be somewhat friendly at the time. “Captain asshole junior's going to step in and fuck things up, also known as Clark Bates,” Marty burped carelessly without covering his mouth and fell into a kitchen chair.
“Wait,” Shane was not a bit more interested. “I know that guy, Clark Bates, what's he got to do with anything?” Shane asked, taking a seat at the table him self.
“So you're the ex-boyfriend?” Marty asked, Shane nodded. “It would've been nice to have known your sexual orientation earlier, I guess it doesn't matter though,” Marty shrugged.
“Sorry, I guess it slipped my mind,” Shane replied. Marty sighed and thought over what he'd heard when he was listening into Norman and Clark's conversation.
“His dad is the Captain of the Police Department, and apparently he wants me to help him put Tony behind bars, I turned him down and little parent's pet chimes in and takes the offer himself, so now I have to take those two out or things will get… well you know,” Marty took another long drink from the can.
“Wait, take them out? You mean kill them, both of them?” Shane didn't really like Clark, but he didn't want to see him die, then again if his aim was to hurt Tony…
“Not too soon I guess, we also got to take care of Randy,” Marty shrugged. “Boy, it's times like these you just want to lay down and die, know what I mean?” He let out a long, heavy sigh and leaned back in the chair.
“Oh, I know what you mean,” Shane nodded in complete agreement.
“You want a drink or something?” Marty asked, reaching for the fridge. Shane nodded with a shrug, a drink didn't sound to bad, unlike most else of what he'd been hearing lately.
“So I know you wanted to make an announcement or something, I don't mean to rush you but I wouldn't mind knowing what time I'd be able to leave. I'd like to get home to my boyfriend as soon as possible,” Shane shrugged as Marty handed him the can.
“Well, I'll hurry it along then I guess, right now I just need to calm my nerves though,” Marty replied. He looked up at the ceiling and just stared, this Shane kid wasn't so bad after all. At least one positive thing had come up for him in the past week.
A/n: o.O I am quite aware of how late this is. I wouldn't be surprised if you all thought I was dead. But don't worry, I'm alive xD. I was on a writers block for a quite a while after my trip to Canada, stuck at the start of this chapter, but anyway, here you go :D.