The Problem With Being Horny
" Fu swore under her breath as she sent her fist crashing into a guy's face. The man's head snapped back before he sank to his knees and fell. "These guys don't know when to quit."
"Tell me about it
" Travis grumbled as one guy came at him with a crowbar. He dodged, kicked the guy in the knee, heard the distinctive crack of bone and didn't bother to finish up before turning to face another demon.
He glanced behind him when his back bumped into her familiar, smaller frame. They'd unconsciously backed into each other as they always did when they were fighting so many opponents at one time.
He felt the jolt when their eyes met. It had been happening for a long time now. That sizzle and pop that seemed to come with a warm liquid in his belly that spread to his chest whenever she was near, and even more so when he accidentally touched her. "Accidentally" being the keyword as he'd kept his distance these past weeks ever since that feeling started to overwhelm him.
He couldn't even remember when it started. Maybe it was last month. Maybe a year ago. Maybe ten years ago when they were kids
But lately it started to consume him, becoming almost unbearable.
Worst of it was, he couldn't do anything to stop it. Nor could he do anything at all without putting their relationship to the test. A test he wasn't so eager to take because he didn't want to lose what he had with her now.
This is not the time to think about these things, idiot
He reminded himself as his elbow sank into a demon's face to his right. He followed through with his fist to the jaw of the other in front of him. They were outnumbered ten to one. But they'd evened out the odds. "Let's finish up or we'll be late for dinner. Again."
Fu's lips curled in to feral smile, already anticipating the fight. He'd often dreamed of that smile and wondered what it was like to taste her lips with it. Her grey eyes flashed icy blue and he felt the familiar clenching in his gut when she purred. "Yeah. Lets."
Fu learned the meaning of the word 'focus' before she even learned to walk. Vis, Travis' Mom whom she also called her 'Mom', would dangle a toy in front of her while she was crawling on the floor and make her come for it.
"Focus," she was often told, "is one of the traits of a good fighter. And if coupled with skill and cunning, makes for a great one."
Yet these past weeks Fu had been failing at it. She kept thinking of things she shouldn't have been thinking of. And kept feeling things she shouldn't be feeling. At all.
And the worst of it was, it was mostly around Travis.
If that wasn't enough, she couldn't even talk about it since he was her best friend, and it would be weird to talk about something you're feeling weird about when the reason you're feeling weird is the person you're talking to.
She sidestepped the demon coming towards her, grabbed his wrist along the way and evaded a knife to the gut. In one fluid motion, she turned and flipped the man over with a twist of her wrist. Her attacker landed with a dull thud and smacked his head on the gravel, his arm at an odd angle. She disarmed him, sank the blade into his neck and twisted. Blood squirted, then guzzled from his throat. He would not die from it, as most immortals could only die by beheading or by other worldly fire, but it would at least put him out of this fight.
She sighed. It seemed the only time she could focus these days was when she was fighting.
She let out a calming breath and willed her mind to go blank. To see everything and focus on nothing.
When she was two years old, Travis would take her favorite toy and put it somewhere she couldn't reach and make her climb for it. He'd put it on the top shelf in the kitchen. Or one of the tree branches at the back of the house. He made sure she wouldn't get hurt and was always there to catch her if she fell. He was six years older and really strong for his age, which was not surprising given his 'mixed heritage'. More often than not, he was the one taking care of her while Mom was out hunting for food or demons.
For as long as she could remember, he had always been there for her. She'd never forgotten the day when she was seven and mad at him for dragging her home while she was out playing with kids at school. She'd yelled at him to, 'Leave me alone! Stop bossing me around!'
Travis stared at her as if she'd spouted two heads then he'd let out a long sigh, looking so much older than his almost twelve years of age. "I can't. I promised our dads I'd look after you and I will. I'm sorry if you don't like it."
He'd looked so hurt, like a puppy someone kicked around that she couldn't bring herself to get mad anymore. He would give her that look when he really wanted to get his way. She suspected he knew how she couldn't resist it.
If there was one word she could use to describe him, it was dependable. He always had her back just as she had his. If she got hurt, he'd tend to her wounds, whether it was a scrape on the knee, a bump on the head or even broken bones. He always knew how to stop her from crying and how to irritate her when she didn't.
He'd always been the one person she could count on until her sudden dilemma popped up. When she began to notice things about Travis she shouldn't be noticing, much less be thinking of. Things a 'normal' friend shouldn't be worrying about.
Like how his eyes turned a darker shade of brown when he smiled at her.
Or how cute he looked when he had forgotten something and the way he scratched the back of his head with a little frown as he tried to remember it.
Or how she wanted to feel his back muscles flex against her fingertips whenever she saw him stretch before training or when he woke up in the morning.
Another bad thing was that she had a feeling he knew what she was thinking, so she tried her best to keep as far away from him as she could without being too obvious.
Until she could get herself back in control again, she wasn't going to get too close. She didn't want to freak him out.
Focus! Her brain yelled at her. Lots of immortal demons wanting to kill you
She could feel Travis' warmth behind her. It used to calm her. Now it made her jumpy. Jeez
She counted off the enemies circling them. Eight. No problem.
She looked back at him as he glanced at her. She ignored her pulse jumping when their eyes met.
"Let's finish up or we'll be late for dinner." He rolled his eyes. "Again."
She smiled. Happy for the chance not to 'think' for a while and just fight. "Yeah. Lets."
"How many?" Vis asked as she passed her son a plate of grilled pork chops.
"About twenty to start with." Travis answered skewering the meat with his fork and setting it on his plate. "They ganged up on us outside of Redford. They were after Fu."
"I think it has to do with me becoming immortal and ripe for 'spawning'." Fu grinned, as if it was funny to have every demon and their grandfather wanting her to bear their spawn.
Travis had to unclench his jaws in order to speak. "They want to use you as a demon making machine. You're the only pure blood spawned by two of Hell's most powerful. Without the binding, you'll have both Cid and your mom's strengths. I don't even want to think about
Fu raised her eyebrows.
He clamped his mouth shut after shoving a mouthful of steak into it and chewing with a vengeance. Just thinking of other men touching her was enough to make him want to slaughter something. You got it bad, Travis
"Don't worry too much, Travis." His mom said with a smile. "I don't think Fury would be a very cooperative demon spawning machine."
"I know, Mom. But maybe she should lie low for a while
Focus on school and other things. I could just
"Go hunting by your old lonesome?" Fu supplied wryly, raising an eyebrow at him. "Really, Trav, you're beginning to sound a little chauvinistic. What would your Dad say?"
He glared at her. "I'm being reasonable. If they caught you off guard, they could drag you off and have their way with you
"Have their way with me?" She snorted. "Really, Mom. You should limit him to two cups of coffee a day. He's going to have a caffeine induced nervous breakdown one of these days."
Vis laughed as he narrowed his eyes at Fu. She stuck her little pink tongue out at him. Travis didn't know if he wanted to throttle her or kiss her senseless. He shoved another mouthful of steak into his mouth. Annoying little imp.
He tried to meet her eyes again, but she looked down at her food and ignored him. She'd been doing that a lot lately too. It ate at him and irritated him, but he figured it was good, because the more she ignored him and stayed away, the less she was going to know about what was going on in his perverted mind. If only I could blame Dad for this
But he knew it wasn't Stan's fault.
He vowed to protect her with his life since Cid had placed the fat and pink flailing baby with a tuft of white hair on her head, in his scrawny six year old arms and said, "Take care of her."
She trusted him and treated him as a brother. They were best friends. And here he was lusting after her like the lust demon spawn he was.
Damn, wish it was just lust
But he knew it wasn't. It was more. And he didn't know how to fix it.
The pork chops started to taste like sawdust, so he forced them down his throat with a glass of water and excused himself. Two pairs of eyes, one brown and one gray stared up at him as he stood. He stopped himself from massaging the back of his neck. "Umm... I'll go feed Slick. Just leave the dishes on the sink. I'll get 'em later."
He met her eyes and felt that jolt. He turned his back while he still could. Grabbing the doggie bag on the counter, he tried not to rush for the door.
He needed air. His lungs were filled with her scent. They'd been together in the car since this afternoon when he picked her up at school before they were ambushed. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to bury his nose in her hair. To nuzzle her neck and lick her skin. He wanted to make her his. He wanted
But he didn't dare.
There was much to gain if she accepted him. But there was so much more to lose if she didn't. And as much as he wanted her, he didn't want to lose her.
He whistled for Slick. He saw the golden eyes at the edge of the clearing. Its massive frame appeared by the trees that led to the woods that surrounded their cabin.
As if the wolf knew what he was feeling, it let out a long howl that made Travis smile. Slick ambled over to where he stood, its brownish red fur making it look even bigger than a pony. On days when the wolf felt like it, he'd let him or Fu or both of them ride on its back as it ran through the woods.
Slaughter, Stan's black wolf, was even bigger than Slick, but his Dad hardly left it with them, since it was hard to pass it off as an overgrown wolf because of its otherworldly red eyes.
Slick poked his muzzle at the doggie bag and let out what could've been a grunt.
"Sorry." Travis apologized and opened it. "I got leftover turkey and chicken and some pork chops and bread."
Slick bit the side of the doggie bag and gave it a little tug until Travis let it go. It still amused him that the wolf always tried not to frighten them by merely chomping on the bag when they'd all seen Slick tear a demon's throat in one bite.
"Slick," He ran his hand on the downy red fur. "Don't suppose you're up for a run after dinner?"
The wolf raised his head and whined, looking at him with golden eyes as if to say, 'Are you kidding me?'
Travis looked back at the house and saw Fu having dessert with his Mom. It'd take a while for them to get up. He grinned at the wolf. "You're on."
"Did you and Travis have a fight?"
Fu stared at Vis for a second before the question sunk in. "No. What makes you say that?"
The ex-angel shrugged. "You've been avoiding each other lately."
Fu often marveled at Vis' beauty, a mix of oriental, Indian and Caucasian features that made it hard to determine what her nationality was. It was as if she took bits and pieces of each that were not really exceptional or remarkable by themselves, but together in one body was exquisite. Frozen in her late twenties, maybe early thirties, she had kind eyes filled with intelligence and wisdom that were too old for her face.
"I've been busy with school." It was true. But not entirely. "He's been busy too. We just haven't been hanging out much except when we're hunting, I guess."
Vis looked her as if she was trying to read her mind, but she couldn't. Not anymore. An angel's mind-reading powers were bound once they gave up being an angel. Vis had lost hers when she agreed to spawn Stan's child. But having lived as long as she did, Fu knew Vis was going to figure her out sooner or later.
She was relieved when Vis changed the subject. "Do you need to go to school tomorrow?"
"No but I have training with Travis in the morning." She replied, poking her carrot cake with a fork. "If he doesn't cancel again."
"Just how many times has he cancelled?" Came the amused question.
Fu caught the smile that came with it when she looked up. "The other week he had to go to Mrs. Bruckheimer's place to fix something."
"At six in the morning
" Vis said sardonically.
"That's what he said." She did find it odd but she was all too happy for the excuse to avoid him that she didn't even protest. "And then last week, he said he had to see his dad. They were hunting in Hong Kong or something and he gets to use his shifting."
"Your dads let him use his shifting?" Vis' eyes widened incredulously.
Fu winced. "They bound it again after. Travis said it was a training exercise."
"Remember the last time Travis got stuck looking like some Korean pop star for three days after Stan made him do those training exercises?"
She snickered. "But you have to admit, that guy was pretty cute."
"Yes. But it's not good to take risks like that out in the open." The older woman let out a long-suffering sigh and shook her head with a smile. "I'm going to have a little talk with your dads after dinner. You stay here and wait for Travis."
"Yes mom." To be a fly on the wall during that little talk
But then again
Stan being Stan might not make Vis talk for too long before he does something to 'distract' her.
She fought the urge to blush. It was pretty hard to think about Travis' dad without thinking about naughty things. The man just seemed to inspire it without even trying.
"You might want to take some of the cake with you." She suggested.
"Good idea." Vis grinned. They all knew the guys loved anything sweet.
After packing half of the left over cake into a plastic plate and covering it with tin foil, Vis took her leather jacket from the coat hanger. "Don't go out by yourself, Fu."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes mom. Sheez
You're as bad as he is!"
The woman laughed. "I'm only trying to prevent you from getting in trouble. Travis will go on a rampage if he found out you went out alone with all those horny demons after your sweet little ass."
She laughed. "Very funny, Mom. Say hi to the old guys for me."
"Will do." Vis replied and went out into the night.