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hand to accept it, but
Ukiah moved fluid motion at fast-forward speed to suddenly be standing beside
them, Ru's hand trapped in his own. A growl so low it was nearly subsonic came
from his brother.
"
If you love Ru, don't let him touch it, " Ukiah said, and it wasn't until
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Atticus started to ask why that he realized that Ukiah hadn't opened his
mouth, moved his lips, or spoken aloud. "
If one of you must handle it, it should be you
and then don't touch him.
"
"Hey, don't pull any freaky Pack shit," Daggit snapped. "Talk with your
mouths. You want a sample or not?"
"It's okay." Animal seemed reluctant to annoy either Atticus or Ukiah. "This
is good shit. It's not going to hurt him."
"Don't be a wuss." Rebar made a noise of disgust. "This is the safest shit to
hit the street. It makes Ecstasy look like heroin."
Intervening between Daggit and Ru seemed to have sucked the last of Ukiah's
energy out of him he started to sag. Ru moved to support Ukiah, either as an
excuse to occupy his hands or simply to
keep him from falling over Atticus couldn't tell which.
Atticus put out his hand to receive the drug. Daggit shrugged and spilled out
the contents into
Atticus's palm. The bikers were right except for an impression of being
slightly greasy, even he could barely feel it. He expected something fairly
simple like cocaine, but its molecular structure was vastly complex and
strange. For a moment it lay on his skin, and then he felt it seep into his
flesh and enter his bloodstream like liquid fire. A dozen heartbeats and the
drug surged through his entire body, unfolding into a jangling erotic buzz. He
became aroused, suddenly aware of the warmth of Ru's body beside him, his
heated scent. The chiming went from nearly imperceptible to so loud it
threatened to drown out the conversation around him.
Ukiah leaned against Ru, head against his shoulder, arm about his waist. Ru
held his brother lightly in return. It was a disturbingly intimate pose.
"Well?" Ru eyed him worriedly. "Atty?"
"It's real." Atticus gasped.
"So, you want to deal?" Daggit asked.
"Okay," Ru said slowly, still watching Atticus. "Let's try this again, but
with money and the real shit."
"No go." Daggit made a motion that took in the house and the ocean. "Not out
here. Not after what happened in Buffalo. We pick the place."
"Where?" Atticus snapped.
"There's a town closer to Boston, called Hull. We'll be at Hawg Heaven on
Nantasket Avenue.
Meet us there at seven."
"Fine," Atticus said, anxious to be done. His thoughts kept straying to Ru and
Ukiah was about to drop over completely.
Daggit followed his gaze and smirked. "Well, you three have fun. We'll see you
tonight."
Eternity passed before the Iron Horses roared off on their Harleys.
"Why shouldn't Ru handle it?" Atticus snapped as Ru muscled his brother to the
couch.
"It's death." Ukiah sagged back onto the cushions.
"They said that it's harmless," Atticus said. "They all use it."
"They're wrong." Ukiah slid sideways so he half lay on the couch, eyes closed,
his feet still on the ground as if he were too weary to move them. "They're
all dead men."
"How do you know?"
"It's Invisible Red. It's . . . it's . . ." Ukiah mumbled and then made a
raspberry. "It's too hard to think. I just know."
"Will it hurt Atty?" Ru swung Ukiah's feet up onto the couch so he was fully
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lying on it.
"No," Ukiah said. "Not that little, no."
"It has affected me," Atticus said from across the room, keeping his distance
from Ukiah and especially Ru.
Ukiah breathed deeply as if asleep for a minute, and then mumbled. "You're a .
. . a breeder . . .
it will make you want to have sex . . . but it won't hurt you . . . you're a
breeder . . . it was made to make you breed." And then he was truly sound
asleep.
***
Atticus took a cold shower, scrubbing the last traces of the drug from his
skin, but could do nothing to remove what raced through his blood, filling him
with artificial desire.
Ru waited outside the shower, towel in hand and a worried look on his face.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm just horny." Atticus accepted the towel.
"When are you not?" Ru teased lightly, but his smile didn't reach his eyes; he
was worried.
"I'm fine."
"Lasker dropped dead after using it only a couple of times. The autopsy said
he died of an aneurysm."
"I come back from the dead." Atticus scrubbed his short hair dry.
"We don't know if you come back if you're poisoned." Ru picked up another
towel and wrapped it around Atticus's waist.
It was the barest brush of Ru's fingertips over his hip, the warmth of his
touch gliding across skin, that undid Atticus. It was like a large wild animal
awoke in him and shoved him aside to use his body for its own pleasure. It
pushed Ru roughly against the wall, bruising his mouth with Atticus's lips,
tugging impatiently at his clothing with Atticus's hands. Tasting blood, he
tried to stop, but his body continued, leaving him mentally crying
No, damn it, no
! Only after the first, frantic, rough union did he manage to wrestle control
back.
"Oh, shit, Ru, I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't you dare think I'm not enjoying this." Ru pulled him back, and he
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