Title: Ma, Can I keep him?
Pairing: B/J, implied E/J; also possibly, inter-species pairing (Hey, we're still not sure of Mikey's parentage)
Warnings: It is afterall a cannibal fic. Nothing squicky, just allusions to things that might make people uncomfortable. The word 'eviscerate' is used quite a bit.
Disclaimers: I don't own Cowlip, the boys, a scary bone in my body...
Summary: This is crack!fic. It is a cannibal crack!fic. It is tongue-in-cheek black humor. This is the warning within the summary. Debbie is the Sweeney Todd type living in some backwater town (not too far from Pittsburgh) with her mentally disturbed son, Mikey (yes, I stuck to canon) and adopted son, Brian. Justin and Ethan are passing through.
Previous Chapters in my memories
Justin had been the first to get up this morning. He had decided to wander around the house and the homestead and do a little exploring on his own since he never could because Brian always seemed to be with him.
It was rather strange, but no matter what time of the day, and no matter what was going on, Brian was there. They did the chores together, they bathed together (which Justin enjoyed immensely), they ate together and they slept together. Justin was pretty sure at this point in time that the only purpose Brian's mattress held was for the two of them to sleep on and for Justin to be fucked through.
The house was very quiet at this time of the morning. Justin looked out one of the windows and noticed Ted outside counting the nails in each board of the picket fence. No doubt he would have a full report for Brian at breakfast.
Which was another point of contention for Justin. Sausage was served at every breakfast he had shared with the family. At this point, he would love it if he could just have a bowl of Cheerios.
There was a door at the end of the hallway and he wondered where that led to. He was quite sure that he had been in or shown the room connected to every door on this particular floor.
Justin walked up to the door. As he turned the knob and opened the door ever so gently, he caught a glimpse of what was inside.
Justin then began to scream.
Brian was having one of the most pleasant dreams. He was at a club and there was loud music, wall-to-wall dancing male bodies, and glitter falling down from the ceiling. Brian was dressed in a pair of black, tight fitting pants and a sleeveless shirt in the same color. He was dancing with Justin - Justin's hands and lips all over him. There was a wide clearing around them as they practically owned the dance floor.
Just then Justin stopped and looked up at him and started screaming, piercing the music in the dream. Brian jolted awake to find the screaming still going on - Justin's screaming.
Brian was not the kind of man who would usually run after anything or anybody (unless of course they were trying to escape) but at this moment, he ran as if his life depended on it. Hearing Justin's screams though meant it wasn't his life he was so worried about right now.
He followed the screams until he saw Justin in the hallway. Justin turned around - he had a horrified expression on his face. Justin ran up to Brian and hugged him tightly.
Debbie and Vic came rushing out of their rooms to join the disturbance.
"What the fuck? Sunshine? You okay?" Debbie asked while looking in the door.
"Fuck! Can't a guy jack off in peace without everyone coming in to look!"
Brian, Debbie, Vic and Justin looked in the room at the door Justin had been standing in front of. There sat Mikey with a comic book in one hand and his dick in the other.
"Oh God Brian. I'm so sorry about waking up the house," Justin continued in a rushed, trembling voice, "I just wanted to see what was behind the door. I opened it and I saw...I saw...oh God. It's so small! I know his DNA is questionable, but it's so small..."
"Listen you...," Mikey started to advance on Justin while still holding his dick in one hand. Justin stepped back and clutched onto Brian, burying his face into his chest.
"Make him put it away Brian. Make him put it away."
"Mikey, for God's sake, put that thing away. You're traumatizing Sunshine," Debbie said while patting Justin on the back. "It's okay baby."
"Fuck Mikey. What have we told you about locking the door? Shit," Brian continued to scold Mikey while hugging Justin to him tightly. Not only was Justin's heart rate starting to slow down, but so was Brian's.
For possibly the first time in Brian's life, he had been truly scared - if truth be told, terrified.
"God Brian. So small," Justin said while pinching his forefinger and thumb together. "No wonder Ben and Mikey have to go fishing, that's the only way Ben could ever find it."
Brian kept patting Justin's back while kissing his forehead.
"Well, now that we're all up, I'm going to go start breakfast. I'll cook you up some sausage Sunshine. You'll forget all about this nasty little episode," Debbie said while pinching Justin's chin.
Justin groaned. He wasn't sure if it was because of the word 'sausage' or the word 'little.'
Just then, Ted reappeared.
"I just counted all the nails in the fence boards. I circled in red everywhere there's a nail missing."
Brian sighed and gave Ted his long-suffering look.
Ted looked around. "What'd I miss?"
"Nothing. It was minuscule."
Ted looked at Justin and then at Mikey.
"You saw his dick, didn't you?"
Ted walked into the kitchen. Brian held onto Justin while leading him into the kitchen.
Brian learned one thing from this episode. He needed to up Justin's dosage. He couldn't have him doing anymore 'exploring' around the homestead.
The next time, Justin might find something that was truly more terrifying than Mikey's cock, which really was a rather small matter.
Go to Chapter 11
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