Saturday, January 5, 2008
This entry deals with homosexual themes, and may be offensive or graphic to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Grimaulkin watched the huge man on the other side of the Chalet. Man, he looks sick, he thought. He could barely stand up straight. He had collapsed in one of the couches by the fire, and Grim watched as he closed his eyes and breathed deep.

Grim set down his mug of beer and headed over, looking a little closer. The man had his eyes closed, looked like he was passed out. Grim stopped short, startled. First, he could smell death on him. Second, he could swear he looked like Idy.

He advanced slowly, peeking slowly around the corner. He did look like Idy, except for a few small details in his face. He sat down across from him, put his boots up on the table between them, and studied him. Finally, the man moved his head and slowly opened his eyes. "How long have you been staring at me?"

"Only a couple of minutes," Grim said with a smile.

"Huh." He sat up slowly. "What can I do for you? I'm not working."

"Neither am I. Buy you a drink?"

He shrugged. Grim took that as an affirmative answer and went to the bar. He returned with a scotch and a beer, and offered both. The man took the beer. Then Grim sat next to him. The man sat up a little straighter. Grim smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite."

He nodded. Grim slowly sat closer until their legs were touching. The man didn't move. Then the man moved closer. He put his arm around Grim's shoulders, and Grim leaned back into him. Both men sighed comfortably.

Since the booth was sort of in the corner, only people intentionally looking could see the two men there. Finally, the man raised his arm from Grim's shoulders and said, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

"I thought you'd never ask."

The two of them left the chalet and went to the red side part of the Pocket D, which was totally empty. A couch, tucked in the corner, was perfect for their needs. Grim first wanted to make sure: "What's your name, anyway?"

"Masonry," he replied with a smile, taking Grim by the goatee and lifting his head. "I've always loved this about my man," he said, stroking the goatee before leaning his own face forward.

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Idaho turned around when he saw the base's bathroom door open. He saw Grim, holding his clothes close to his body, backing out of the bathroom.

"Grim?"

He jumped, dropping a few items onto the floor. Idaho could never remember seeing the man jump at sudden noises. He bent to help with the clothes, but Grim protested. Idaho saw blood on them, then looked up at Grim's face. His eye was bruised. "Grim? What happened?"

Grim smiled slightly. "I got laid."

"That's not getting laid, that's getting beat up."

"No, no it isn't. He got a little rough, that's all. I was the bottom, it was all right."

Idaho put his hands on his hips. "Who did this to you?"

"You need to promise me, Idy, promise me on your life and soul, that you won't go after him."

"I know him?"

He nodded.

"Okay, I promise."

"You have to repeat it. It's an oath."

Idaho sighed. "I promise on my life and soul that I won't go after him."

Grim looked Idaho in the eye. "Masonry."

Idaho stiffened, Grim stared and watched Idaho struggle with the oath. Idaho whispered, "He raped you."

"No, he didn't." Idaho started walking down the hall to his room, Grim following him, yelling, "I started it. It was consensual, Idy, we both wanted it! He got a little rough--" The door slammed in his face. "Idy, Idy!" Grim banged on the door.

"Be right out," Idaho said calmly, almost icily. Grim backed up and hit the wall. In a few minutes, Idaho was in his hero uniform, axe in hand.

"Don't go after him, you swore an oath!"

"I'm not going after him," Idaho replied. "I'm going to kill some Freakshow." And put that bastard's face on every single one of them.

Details of Grim's assault are available via RP.

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