Thursday, March 20, 2008
Grim shivered and stared at his cup of coffee. It was near midnight, and he couldn't sleep. Dysio remained in bed. He heard the main door opened and looked up to see if anyone would come into the kitchen.

His eyes widened when he saw the man walk in. "Grim, hey." Dark hair, dark eyes, very big and broad. Grim would have loved to have his way with him, but the opposite had happened, just this past Christmas. Dysio had already threatened him, but it didn't seem to make a difference. And he did fool them for a while by coming aboard as "War Mace", but as soon as Grim heard the dark chuckle, he knew exactly who the man was.

"Masonry," he spat.

The man paused while pulling a chair from the table. He looked up and continued his motion. "Yeah," he replied.

"You owe me an apology, you son of a bitch."

Masonry leaned forward on the table. "I'm sorry. Look, I need your help."

Grim found himself leaning back, regarding Masonry. "That didn't sound very sincere."

"What else do you want out of me?"

Grim sipped his coffee and smacked his lips contentedly. "What help do you want out of me?"

"I want to know how to get a soul released."

"No, sorry, can't help you."

"That was fast."

"I wasn't sincere." He grinned.

Fire leapt into Masonry's eyes as he got up, slamming his palms on the table. "Fine. I'll find me someone who can help me."

"I don't know anyone who would help a rapist and a murderer."

He turned from Grim, then turned to look back at him. He thought to say something, but shook his head instead and stormed out of the kitchen. He heard the front door slam as Dysio came sleepily into the kitchen, in his full demonic regalia. "Who was that?"

"Masonry," Grim said, tossing the coffee down the drain.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Grim smiled, walked over to his lover and kissed him gently. "I handled him."

Dysio grinned, scooped Grim up in his arms. "Now it's my turn."

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