The Savages

Chapter 9: Gary

Past

"How can you be sure you're gay?" Caspian had asked him on that day back in two-thousand and four. "Maybe you're just confused."

"I didn't come here to be dictated on my sexuality. If I was confused, I wouldn't have spent an hour on my knees sucking off a total hottie," Gary backfired, pacing around the inside of the room. His documents lay scattered on the counter closest to him, the writing printed so small he failed to comprehend what the words said at a distance. "And I'm referring to your assistant, by the way."

Two other clones of Rick Savage stood on either side of Caspian, watching every small movement he made. One looked to be about forty-two; a stark contrast to the young auburn-haired man who looked like he belonged on the cover of Forbes magazine.

The older clone wore a simple black t-shirt and dark grey jeans, his neck-length tousled hair an alluring combination of greyish blonde and umber. His deep-set dark blue eyes were on Gary, no trace of a smile appearing on his soft-featured round face. Beside him, standing at the same height, the auburn-haired clone looked off into space, completely oblivious. He was dressed with a sense of superior elegance, boasting a white two-piece suit with the top button undone and collar upturned. His hair - a lot tidier than his companion's - was parted immaculately to the left with a thin layer of gel.

"This is Teemu and Tully," Caspian explained, motioning to the two oddly matched clones. Gary imagined the first - Teemu - ploughing the fields every day from dusk till dawn without a single break in between. Tully seemed like the type who, even if offered thousands of dollars, would brazenly refuse to get dirt on his hands. "From now on, they will be your brothers. You will live with them at a house I had built for them exclusively."

"Oh yeah that's cool," Gary said flatly, glancing from one to the other. "Just force me to live in a house with these two creeps I barely know. It's not like I might get raped, attacked or murdered you know."

Caspian's friendly face morphed into an expression of animosity, the gleam in his moss green eyes turning into something nastier. Gary found himself backed up against a wall with no idea how he'd gotten there, hands splayed out on the cream paint as if it would protect him from what was about to come.

"Do you take me for an imbecile?" Caspian asked in a cold deadpanned voice, penetrating his skin like a dozen sharpened icicles. "I created these two. I think I would know if they were serial killers or sex offenders."

He inhaled a deep, calming breath, attempting to focus on anything other than Caspian's captivatingly exacerbated eyes. For the first time since stepping foot off the metal trolley he had woken up on, he noticed the light brown hair peppering Caspian's face flawlessly matched his long, flat eyebrows and straight cut bangs drooping over a pair of wide close-set eyes.

How unfair, he'd thought to himself. He's the sexiest man I've laid eyes upon, and he's going to kill me.

Just as Gary prepared his first and only prayer to send up to God, he was grabbed by the shoulder and led into a passageway by an unknown assailant. When he turned to confront them, his whole body froze up with shock.

Staring back at him, blazing with the brilliance of a million suns, were two dark green almond shaped orbs unlike anything he'd ever seen. The man they belonged to was equally as attractive, furrowing his thick eyebrows as if he were looking at a miracle. He wet his plump lips with a swipe of his tongue, running a hand through his short tousled dark gold hair.

Butterflies filled Gary's stomach at the sight of such a beautiful man, making his chest ache with an unfamiliar sensation. Whatever it was drew him closer to the man, like an invisible force pulling them together from across various continents and oceans to be together in this very space.