Mistletoe (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 11

The now familiar taste of metal fills my mouth, the wound spilling only droplets each as potent as the first.

"You've got to stop that." Killian says, resting a hand against my stomach. "Everything is going to be okay."

"We're on the precipice of war and now I'm carrying out second litter. Our decisions always come back to bite us in the ass don't they?" I caress his hand, feeling the veins move beneath my fingertips.

"Are you saying this is a mistake?" He asks, breath fanning across the nape of my neck.

"No. Of course not." I crane my neck to face him. "I only mean that we haven't even fully entered the 'Terrible Two's' with the three we have. Adding another three at a time like this seems pretty on brand for us at this point."

It's almost darkly comical how every happy event becomes tainted by the curse of our world.

"We're going to have to end this sooner rather than later. Do you think Mike and Colt will find anything at your house?"

"Mike is a proven archivist. If anybody can find it, it'll be him."

*

"There isn't a single fucking thing in this house!" Mike screams, hands flying into his red strands. "For a thousand year old man, Phillip is not at all worried about tax companies. Not even a gas station receipt in here."

"I'm sure he has something here." Colt says, resting an arm on his fellow Beta's shoulder. "Maybe we're looking in the wrong place?"

Mike ponder on it for a moment, shaking his head at the thought.

"Jamie thinks we'll find answers here. At least a starting point anyways." He rests his head against the wall taking a deep breath.

Colt refocuses on ROB, crossing a wire causing a quick spark.

"Dammit!" His fingers fly to his mouth to soothe the tingle.

"Careful there, Kiddo. Don't need you killing yourself with that."

"Oh go to hell, Knoxville."

"What?" Mike pushes away from the wall stepping closer to Colt. "You said 'go to hell'?"

"Yes. As I tell you on a daily basis." Colt stares at him strangely.

"I think I know somebody who might be able to help us. If this works we can never tell Jamie." Mike says, tapping ROB to life.

"Corti-Boy, you haven't called me since that night at the tavern." Mike rolls his eyes, remembering how Orion has to teleport to the Homeland to bring his naked form back home.

"Carlito, I need you to do something that could definitely get our asses kicked by our respective partners."

"Sounds like fun. What is it?" The hologram asks.

"I'll send you a list. Just meet us at the field in twenty." Mike says before hanging up.

"What are you thinking, Mike?" Colt asks, a small pit forming in his stomach.

"Katia was murdered. Who would know her better than the person skilled enough to kill her?" Mike grabs his satchel.

"Mike, you can't be serious." Colt says dumbfounded.

"I hope you're not afraid of ghosts, Kiddo."

*

"Okay, Knoxville, you'll have the opportunity to speak with her for about five minutes. You better get all the information you can." Carlito says.