#just link shirtless on their couch next to rhett

[casperghosty]

I love watching Mythical bits cause they always sound like fanfics no matter what they're doing.

[lovelyrhink]

spaces

for @leelaihardly who said “Rhett is just living in the spaces between the last time he got to properly hold Link and the next opportunity”

rhett senses the urgency. ever since the world became even more fearful of intimacy and he had to put all his plans on hold, passing through the months waiting carefully for the yes that said he’s safe to visit and touch his best friend again, he senses an urgency that wasn’t there before. he was denied link for decades, then denied some more, just when his hands began to soften on link’s skin.

he’d spent so many years avoiding link’s touch. jerking away from link’s approach, squiggling out from under a gentle hand on his shoulder. resisting his own urges, too. wanting to hug link but merely nodding in his direction. wanting to touch link’s waist when he stands too close for a photo, but keeping his hand down, flexing at his side as would a character in an Austen novel.

the pandemic kept link from him and brought him painful truths about how far he’d kept himself from link. how many years had gone between outings where he and link sat in the same side of the booth? was it merely one camping trip 12 years ago that he and link snuggled up by the fire, or more than that? when was the last time he felt safe to take link in his arms? he must’ve been a child.

rhett knows that he missed out on decades of touch. how easy could it have been to have link by his side and under his hand in the same moment. how much rug burn could he have avoided if he’d merely asked to hold link instead of wrestling him to the ground. therapy opens rhett’s eyes to the possibility that he’s been denying himself what could have been good and natural, and now he sits alone, distant from his friend and wanting to be closer to those memories if only to fix them. revisionist history.

link walks into the office as rhett thinks about this. they’re about a year into working together in person, it’s almost normal, and rhett feels relief at the sight of his friend in their shared space. silently, link sits next to him on the couch, as if sensing rhett’s need for closeness after so long apart. as link settles into the cushions, rhett realizes the need for closeness surpasses the march 2020 marker. these days, he’s merely living in the spaces between granted intimacies. he’s not as starved as he was this time last year, but he’s still desperate for something more.

he’s always wanted more of link. hiding in tree branches after sunday church with their knees touching wasn’t enough. pressed close together in an assembly line wasn’t enough. making eyes while dancing with their prom dates wasn’t enough, nor the clueless proximity dance of stupid, flirty college boys. wrestling shirtless wasn’t enough, even if link’s hot bare skin felt like more than enough at the time. spontaneous roughhousing wasn’t enough. love licks were never enough. and later, playing into their awkwardness for laughs and the peep eye of a camera still wasn’t enough. it was all just crumbs.

link sniffs loudly at a post he finds distasteful and rhett blinks. he’s with link now, comfortable silence, but the heat of his knee from three inches away isn’t enough either. rhett realizes all at once- fleeting touches never sustained the two of them. what he needs, what they both need, is consistency. fearlessness. comfortable touch that lasts as long as their friendship. a softness, a fondness, a love language just theirs that isn’t afraid of what used to be, or has been, or could be. their decades of cold, stilted affection doesn’t have to last them through to twin tombstones.

rhett looks over at link. there’s a crease in his brow, and a stillness as his thumb swipes the screen. rhett feels so much for this person, decades upon decades of feelings, and he wants to scream that he’s sorry for missing out, but the scream is too loud and the office is too quiet and link looks focused, so rhett moves slowly. slowly, as if not to disturb each perfect electron in case this doesn’t land. feeling affectionate and sick of wasting time, rhett raises an arm and lays it behind link. his fingertips creep forward to cup around link’s shoulder, effectively possessing him.

link makes no sign of notice, so rhett leaves his hand there and holds his breath, eyes straight ahead as link continues to look at his phone. link ignores him, scrolling casually. then, almost imperceptible, link shifts under rhett’s arm, moving closer to him. he presses his knee to rhett’s and rhett’s heart goes thump-thump. phone in his right hand, link’s left falls to rhett’s thigh. they sit there together, taking up space.

[downthatrabbitholewego]

February 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here, if you'd like to check that out. :)

MONTH: February, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Start by Inell Teen And Up | 1,458w Derek's acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren't dating.

▶▶ An RA's Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband Teen And Up | 2,208w "Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you've locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in." "Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game." Derek seriously can't take this anymore.

▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire General | 1,133w Stiles decides that, since they're the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine's Day together.

▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,142w The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that. He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling Teen And Up | 4,756w Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That's how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he'll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.

▶▶ Demanding Forever Series [1] That Stalky Thing by wangler Mature | 2,560w Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing. [2] Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler Explicit | 3,264w "Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old," Stiles says, lipping at Derek's mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.

▶▶ Dog's Best Friend by otter General | 8,923w Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said "HALEHOUNDS" across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.

▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★ Teen And Up | 4,023w Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★ Mature | 20,525w "Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained. Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time."

▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,762w In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

▶▶ How Awkward by stileshale N/A | 9,533w A shadow falls over him, and he blinks up to see Derek looking highly amused, pushing a stroller and shirtless. Ugh, Derek is one of those wholesome people that goes jogging on a Saturday morning. And, if that doesn’t make Stiles feel bad enough, he does it shirtless. And looks good. So good. Stiles swings round on his knees to look at the baby inside, trying not to hyperventilate. "Oh my god, you’re the cutest baby I've ever seen!" he declares, "And you were raised by wolves? You're not nearly as hairy as I would have imagined!"

▶▶ how to unsend an embarrassing text (hint: you can't) by bibliosexual General | 1,879w Laura tells him it's cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can't think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles' doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek's) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can't keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he's feeling, and he can't keep hoping like this. He'll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

▶▶ I Spy a Reunion by 42hrb Teen And Up | 1,088w In high school Stiles wanted a job he could brag about, too bad he can't brag about his job now.

▶▶ I won't sleep if you won't sleep by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 4,085w After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

▶▶ Illuminated by ZainClaw Teen And Up | 5,013w "Because I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring the hell out of me."

▶▶ Like Immortality by Idday ★ Teen And Up | 4,815w Stiles and Derek, in letters, through the years.

▶▶ little spoon by bibliosexual ★ Teen And Up | 4,489w To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

▶▶ Love So Hard, It Could Rip My Heart Out by Lapin ★ Mature | 7,554w Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn't speaking to him, so he's going to make some bad decisions. He's seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he's thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He'll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he'll wrap his arms around him and he'll know it's a bad choice, but it's his, and Derek is here when no one else is.

▶▶ Mǣnōn by MyBeth Explicit | 9,237w Knotting. It’s a thing that exists. Like werewolves and weird lizard creatures. It’s just rated NC-17 so you don’t hear about it so much on TV. It exists and he gets it. Stiles. He’s the one that gets it.

▶▶ meat cute by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 1,046w u should give it to ur werewolf ;) Stiles stares at his phone, because he doesn’t have a werewolf. Well, technically he has a crush on a werewolf, but that doesn't really count. He buys the steak anyways.

▶▶ No Refills by scottmcniceass Teen And Up | 6,765w Stiles spends almost every night at Winston Diner. They have the best coffee he's ever tasted, and free wifi. Of course, the only waiter ever on staff after eleven, Derek, was a piece of work. But maybe, underneath that chilly personality, Derek was the kind of person who Stiles didn't mind spending every night with, after all.

▶▶ No Refunds or Exchanges by badwolfbadwolf Mature | 18,916w Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

▶▶ Nonsexual Favors by sterekseason N/A | 846w Prompt: "I need a favor, and not the sexual kind."

▶▶ Not Quite A Siren, But Something Like That by lapsus_calami General | 2,891w There's a sea creature stealing all of Derek's stuff. For some reason he finds that more endearing than annoying.

▶▶ Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk Teen And Up | 6,810w "Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don't believe I'm genuinely interested in you, then I'll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?" Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, "Fine. One date."

▶▶ One life stand by Vendelin ★ Explicit | 84,278w Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale. All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up. Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

▶▶ Orchard Lane Series [1] A Blossoming Romance by Trelkez Teen And Up | 7,533w Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever. [2] Welcoming Committee by Trelkez Teen And Up | 2,625w "I miss the days when I thought Derek was the strangest person on this block," Stiles says.

▶▶ Peeping Stiles by literaryoblivion Mature | 16,550w Stiles finds himself outside Derek's house because he just can't seem to stay away.

▶▶ quoting Rhett Butler by haleofStilesheart Teen And Up | 2,445w Stiles has a bad habit of dating complete assholes. Good thing Derek's there to knock some sense into him.

▶▶ Taking Care by LoveActually_rps Explicit | 3,413w Derek had returned from a conference where the new CEO, Mr Stiles Stilinski, took over his company in a so called meeting where all the white collared, richly clothed shareholders - assholes - voted against Derek. He hadn’t even waited for a final handshake with the new owner. He knew, he’d never be able to fake a smile when his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. Well, they had Peter to deal with these formalities.

▶▶ the blazing bombardier by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,599w Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

▶▶ the roommate by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,826w Stiles' mysterious new roommate shows up right as Stiles and Scott are sliding their second tray of ginger snaps out of the oven. Stiles thought it’d be a nice way to welcome him, break the ice a little, all that. He’s also planning to make some sugar cookies in case D. Hale has less adventurous tastes. Never let it be said that Stiles Stilinski doesn’t plan ahead.

▶▶ To Be Worthy Of Hope by alocalband ★ Teen And Up | 7,482w "If you can't say the words, you're not mature enough to know what they mean," Scott tells him. Stiles throws a french fry at him. (In which Derek is secretly pining, Stiles is oblivious to both Derek’s feelings as well as his own, and any personal growth that happens in the mean time is completely reluctant.)

▶▶ We All Fall by cobrilee N/A | 815w Derek has a thing for Stiles' bed. Stiles doesn’t question it.

▶▶ We're Burning One Hell of a Something by calrissian18 Mature | 6,031w Derek's roommate has already moved in by the time he shows up. And he's taken up both sides of the room.

▶▶ Werewolf-Friendly by badwolfbadwolf ★ Explicit | 27,227w Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn't like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.

▶▶ You've got me slippin' and a slidin' by ElisAttack General | 3,683w Derek lives in the middle of nowhere, and is probably in love with his delivery boy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by bibliosexxual Mature | 4,220w Prompt: Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate...). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by nogitsunelichen N/A | 696w Prompt: "I thought it was a one-night stand... but now we're married..."

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by sterekseason N/A | 377w Derek shows up to his first pack meeting after moving back to Beacon Hills wearing worn out jeans and a faded flannel, chest hair popping out near the top. His beard is full, his hair is longer, almost long enough for a bun, his eyes have smile lines. He's happy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by villainny N/A | 678w Prompt: Derek is a deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

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[afangirlsplaylist]

In comedy and murder

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: rape/noncon, murder, knives, torture, mention of asphyxiation, smut, drugging and everything that entails.

Wordcount: 2,963

Summary: The death of a loved one causes comedians Rhett and Link to tumble down the slippery slope of vigilante justice. Now justice-seeking serial killers by night, they have a whole new buddy system to explore. 

Notes: still working on my other fics so uhh... have this in the meantime? I know this has been done before but I wanted to dip my toes into horror. Remember we are dealing with messed up serial killer stuff here so please don’t click read more without being prepared for severe depravity. Entirely fictional horror.

For @wolfspirit00. Read it on archiveofourown

Beginnings

It was hard to pinpoint exactly how their ‘buddy system’ got to this place. This place of dirty vigilante justice they’d begun to enjoy more than they should. It was a slow and steady decline, yet not slow at all at the same time, tainting their souls. They could easily say they’d hit the point of no return the night of the first true hunt, but really it all came down to the bastard that killed Christy.

They tracked him down before the police ever could, with the sole purpose of delivering slow and painful vengeance to his door. Of course, there was never any question of Rhett joining Link, as his boiling blood and broken rage-filled heart came second only to his friends. They knew exactly how it would end as they stood there waiting for the man to open the door, two dark silhouettes standing almost as high as the door’s frame. They both thumbed the blades hidden at their sides while they waited, lovingly caressing them in fear and anticipation.   

In memory of Christy Link was given the honours that night, but Rhett made sure he got a turn in too - his steady slices a tribute to Link and Christy. It felt like an offering of blood in some sort of dark ceremony, which, he told himself, it kind of was. That was the first kill, and nothing had matched it since.

The early kills that followed were probably more reckless and amateur than they had to be if they were honest, as they experimented with finding a system that worked for them. Link initially used gloves, but soon stopped when he realized he loved the feeling of their breath on his hands. For a while Rhett missed the shiver of uneasy excitement he felt when Link snapped them on, associating the sight with the coming high. You would never hear him speak the words ‘favourite kills’, but the nights when they had the chance to work at their leisure in the studio? Those were probably among his. The thrill on Link’s face as he swept his bangs out of his eyes and laid the protective plastic over the room was contagious. 

The job

The eyes of the cameras were kept far away from their work once night fell. At that time the desk that usually held a lot of vile food became home to a more delectable treat, namely a scared and writhing body. This was Link’s favourite.

Easily pinning the weakening arms of the victim above their head he would watch his 6 ft 7 accomplice tower over them from the other side. No matter what they would inevitably raise their pleading, teary eyes up to Link, who would simply smile and press a finger to his lips. Then they would try the same thing with Rhett, who would offer them no response at all. Taking all the rage he’d built up over whatever atrocities the person had committed, he would channel it into the thrusts of his blade, making a mess all over the desk and plastic. 

“You’re gonna stain the desk man.” Link would complain, pointing out where spots had missed the plastic. Carelessly dropping the victim’s arms he would wipe the blood off with a finger, sucking it into his mouth to clean it off. 

It was terrifying at first how easily the killing became a new dimension to their friendship. The studio, once a place reserved for laughs and work, was now part of something new. Instead of looking over amusing lists on their computers they prowled for fresh blood until it was as second nature to them as GMM research. It was something they shared more intimately than any of Rhett’s obsessive layers - bringing them closer than ever. Sleep was hardly a thing for them anymore, as nights were devoted to the hunt.

During the day it was usual for Stevie to find Link sitting cross-legged on the office couch, greeting her warmly while he polished his glasses. It was another story at the day’s end when Rhett would come to find him and be met with almost the same image, all except for the knife Link was now polishing instead, and the look of dead seriousness that had replaced the smile. The top buttons of his shirt would have been unbuttoned long ago, allowing his flushed neck room to breathe. Rhett was prone to not bothering with a shirt at all if the night’s party was to take place at the studio, figuring there was no use ruining a good shirt with blood.

But sometimes Rhett had no excuse for the shirtlessness, other than the emotions and adrenaline of the hunt sending his blood rushing to his cock. He found relief in Jessie, or, if too impatient and high to wait, his hand. Link, always wired, chose to find it in nightclubs and a number of nameless, beautiful girls enticed by his charm. Eventually, he’d even find it in the company of some guys as the hunt taught him more about himself. For them he reigned in the darkness, giving them a taste of his loving touches and deep kisses. That didn’t mean he was never rough (he knew how to take someone after all) but he embraced the chance to just enjoy for a while. After he’d had the fuck he needed he hardly bothered being careful walking down the club alleys. If some twisted loser tried to have a go he’d reign the darkness in no longer, taking further pleasure in destroying them. Even at the height of his pleasure, he’d never forget that their kind was the reason he was resorting to clubs in the first place, and they soon knew it. Rhett couldn’t help being a little pissy the mornings after these run-ins, demanding details and throwing himself into the next hunt. 

Play

Like everything in their lives the hunt soon became a competition. The fastest kill, the slowest kill, the quickest cleanup - basically any criteria they could possibly come up with to make it one. Rhett’s idea of playing dirty was stealing Link’s favourite knives, while Link played dirty by cornering their victims before Rhett’s lanky legs could catch him. Whatever they did it always ended with them collapsing at the studio, breathing like they’d been used. They’d dink and sink a couple of strong beers, brushing the residue of the night right off each other’s shoulders. 

Now very familiar with the sadism his friend was capable of, Rhett would have thought Link would enjoy the slow kills more, but the shorter man might as well have been looking at his watch while he worked - muffling the screams when he grew tired of them. 

“I like a screamer but they are going to blow off my ears.” Link sighed, wincing as he tapped the side of his head to knock some sound back into it. 

“All the same to me.” Rhett said with a smile, happily taking the reigns on that round when Link handed him the night. 

He thought afterward how strange it was that he’d always been staunch about not letting Link have knives. Sure he was a hot mess when he wasn’t handling them seriously but on the job he was masterful. He knew just where to cut and bleed a person to achieve the effect he desired, torturing with precision when he chose to. It was a skill Rhett chose to keep as a treasure only for them, leaving it a secret in the dark. Still, he couldn’t help stealing an amused glance at Link across the table if his friend was over for dinner and happened to have the carving knife. 

The kill

As the bigger and (though Link wouldn’t admit it) stronger of the two, Rhett was usually the one to hold the victims down. He took satisfaction in the way the assholes sagged against him, soon nothing but a weight on his chest as Link snapped their necks with a twist of his arm. 

Link, who always had OCD tendencies anyway, thrived in the clean up afterward. He stared at the way the fresh blood caked in his hair after a kill, marveling at how every matted lock was a reminder of his work. He would always wash his hands meticulously, but he took the time to enjoy the red on his skin for a while first, sometimes smearing the wet blood across his face and admiring the effect in the bathroom mirror.

The day he caught himself doing this was the day he realized just how much they’d come to like this. Not the act itself (that was a rush they could take or leave) no, it was the taking they kept going back for. The primal feeling of power that roared within their chests. The sleeping ferocity in Rhett’s giant body relished the freedom it had been denied for so long, while the only child in Link loved to play with someone who had no choice but to submit. Rhett wouldn’t deny Link of that either, so he was more than happy to watch Link play with their prey like he wanted. 

Easily wrapping his large hand around the person’s entire neck, he’d watch Link smack them around, sometimes strangling them himself if he was feeling greedy enough to take the feeling for his own. In reality, it was probably more merciful than leaving them to Link, and if the victim was smart they would hope Rhett was feeling greedy. Sometimes, when he was really into the game, Link would run the smooth edge of the blade across the person’s chest, popping off shirt buttons one by one. It really depended on the night whether the victim would then get the relief of a knife to the chest or much, much worse.

When the ball was in his court Rhett preferred not to play most of the time. Not because he didn’t find any enjoyment in it, in fact, it was the greatest rush in the world to watch Link in the zone. No, he was just too in love with the high of the kill to have that kind of patience. 

The nights he loved taking charge of most were the rare trips they managed to make to the pasture rocks back home in NC. North Carolina was a small town and severely limited their choice of wretched souls, but they’d always find one to take, bringing them to the rocks for their last night. In this new dynamic there was no longer any talking involved with the rock system, and when it came to their victims there would never be talk again.

These were some of the only nights that Link watched, stretching out on the high rock and drinking in the scene like he was dying of thirst. Rhett would admit he showed off a little bit, using nothing but his size and strength for weapons as he silenced their victim for Link’s pleasure.

The streets of L.A were another thing entirely, the hunt becoming their twisted idea of a fun night out when they took to the streets. Pretty soon they’d developed a tactic for lulling their mark into a false sense of security; using Link’s winged hair, hot pink shirts and glasses to their advantage. The image presented such a delicious target to the assholes that they couldn’t resist swarming on him in a heartbeat. It was unfortunate for them that they couldn’t feel the heat of Link’s need as he itched for their blood, nor could they see the blown out pupils behind the glasses. More often than not they made the sorry mistake of spitting in his face or trying to fight - which they paid for dearly while he and Rhett destroyed them together, piece by piece. The mess would almost annoy them if it weren’t so satisfying.

As he hid in the shadows waiting for the oblivious victims to make their move, Rhett found himself half hoping that they would run their mouths at his friend in front of him. Every word and finger they laid on Link was yet another minute that Rhett would ensure they would be in hands, knife tearing into the flesh just far enough from the vital points to keep them alive until he decided otherwise. Judging from the fire in Link’s eyes as he wiped the spit from them Rhett knew he would be teasing his food before he ate it that night too.

Punishment

They reserved the worst punishment for the lowest of the low, deciding that only an eye for an eye would suffice for rapists. These were the times they made sure to do their research, cherry picking the homophobes and pedophiles of the criminal world as the targets of their cruel justice. Link would insist they at least be attractive, to which Rhett would sigh and reiterate exactly what they were. The reminder was enough to reignite Link’s desire to wreck the sick fucks, eagerly taking control out of Rhett’s hands. He took them all with vicious force, thrusting into them without mercy once he had them beneath him. Rhett would tell them they should be thankful they were going out this way, slitting their throats for good measure even though they’d already gone limp by the time Link was done with them.

Rhett would laugh at the disgusted face Link would sometimes make afterward, wiping his cum and blood stained hand on the dead man’s shirt. It didn’t really matter of course since the clothes would be burned and the body never seen again anyway, but he could trust Link to be more disturbed by the mess of it all than the actual murder. If someone was to ignore the blood, sweat, and heat they might have thought there was just a bad smell under his nose. It was definitely a humourous 180 from how he was when he was actually taking them, the animalistic fucking quickly becoming one of Link's favourite ways to serve justice. These were the special cases that had the mingled honour and misfortune of his treatment, while fewer still got Rhett’s.

The way Rhett’s brand of punishment served Link’s was a dark combination, as he teased their defenseless mark until they were quivering. Using words or visuals he’d make sure they knew both what was coming to them and just how much they deserved each bit of it. 

“I may be the bigger man but it’s my friend here you gotta worry about.” Rhett taunted, crouching down to the victim’s level. “He’s feeling a little restless tonight and I’m thinking about letting him at you.”

Link confirmed his words as he spoke, passing a knife back and forth between his hands. He was practically drooling as he stared at the point he envisioned the man’s heart to be, his eyes soon roaming over the rest of his body. Ignoring the blade for now, he tucked it into the back of his waistband, stepping forward. 

“We got a pretty boy here.” Link hummed in appreciation, grabbing the victim by the chin and turning it from one side to another in his hand. “I like this one Rhett.”

“You should do. I picked him.” Rhett gloated.

Link rolled his eyes before busying himself with the task of roughly tearing the guy’s shirt apart, letting it fall to its rightful place at his feet. He took a second to flick a nipple before he went for the pants, fighting the guy’s resistance without much difficulty. He shoved the guy’s underwear down with them, leaving the man ready and exposed for his use.

Quickly getting a hand around the reluctantly hardening cock, Link squeezed it hard enough to make him squeal, smiling at the reaction he got as the victim tried to jerk away from him. In reality, all it did was press him back into Rhett, who threw him to the ground. 

Tugging the vulnerable ass higher into the air it wasn’t long before Link was practically tearing it apart, fucking him hard and raw. He was in the mood to cause pain, and he knew there was no place for lube or gentleness when it came to dealing with evil. 

The man was gone before Link had the chance to use the knife.

Suspicion

Rhett knew when he married her that Jessie was far from a stupid woman, and it was inevitable that she would become suspicious after all those nights. At the end of the second week he’d laughed when she asked him straight up if he was cheating, and at the end of the third, he laughed even harder when she asked if it was Link. It wasn’t until the end of the month that he decided that slipping a sleeping pill into her evening teas was the safest decision. It was with regret that he did it but it was worth it for his service to the world.

Link didn’t have any such person to answer to anymore, but he did have three kids to protect from exactly the kind of people they were taking out. The mix of it all made him all the more dangerous.

Every night that Rhett picked Link up from his house he listened to the final instructions Link mumbled to the new nanny with a frown on his face. Every time he thought about asking Link if this was all worth the risk, until he realized that Link leaving the kids with someone who would have been Christy was probably the worst time in the world to ask. Part of him kicked himself for not asking anyway and the other half didn’t want to hear the answer. So not a word dropped from his lips as they drove off for the latest hunt.

He never wanted this to end.

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