Inner Workings

Inner Workings - Part 47

Louis stumbled back, more out of shock than actual force from the blow. Will's fist wasn't nearly as hard as Abe's had been; probably weak from being hung up by the chain. But to lay one on top of a few bruises and on very bad day was enough to make anyone angry.

Louis was just plain pissed.

Will took a step back as well, grabbing his aching hand and hissing his stupidity. Louis got around him and shoved Will hard towards the open door, adrenaline pumping faster and faster, hungry for a fight. "You wanna start something, Fanboy?"

Before Louis could get in another shove, Will leaned forward and put his foot behind Louis' knee, putting his leg out from under the blond. Louis grabbed Will by the elbow and brought him down with him, rolling on the rain. They were too close for slinging fists, but they could grapple.

"You started it first!" said Will, squeezing his legs around Louis' thighs to flip him over and hopefully pin him down.

Louis and Will went back and forth, dominating, then pinned. Arms forcing each other's torso's down and trying to grip limbs to keep them still. Flipping feebly from one to the other in a slow, but determined wrestling match to simply pin each other down. Then they rolled over through the doorway and into the fully pouring rain and mud. Mud worked its way between their hands as the gravel ground beneath them splashed with every heavy raindrop.

Louis went with the momentum and ended up on top, pinning Will's wrists with his hands, though his left one still shook. "I'm not the one with the pathetic boy-crush!"

Will hissed and bucked, his shirt and jacket soaking through and bruising his back in the overly sharp gravel. "If I'm the one with the pathetic boy-crush, then how come you're rolling around on my lap!"

"Son of a bitch!" Louis freed one hand to bring his elbow onto Will's chest, only to have it slide from the mud.

Will rolled again to the top, streaking Louis' face with mud in the process. "Well?"

"And what do you call what happened earlier, your legs wrapped around me?"

"No wanting to die you bastard!"

Louis jerked forward as Will leaned closer, his nose accidentally bumping into Will's chin. Blood dripped to his lip as his nose burned. Will leaned back, his bottom lip cut.

"Bitch!" Louis swung his right leg up, more flexible then he had practiced in a while and would pay for later, and got his muddy leg around Will's chest. With his leg he pushed Will back to the ground.

Lightning struck overhead just as Louis opened his eyes, then both he and Will froze as the burning, itching sensation of growing back to proper size hit them. In a flash they were two wet, bruised men laying pressed up against the warehouse door. The urge to beat each other senseless burned away in the exhaustion of the sudden change. Especially for Will who went limp, hiding his aching head in his hands as he caught his breath. For a moment they lay still, the storm washing away the smattering of mud on their clothes.

Louis moved first. He was sick of fighting, sick of dealing with Will. The sooner Sandra was caught and Devi's family safe, the sooner he could deal with it. He got to his feet, knees wobbly.

"Get up, Fanboy."

He trudged towards the muddy gravel road, shading his eyes from the lightening. He did not care if he got any wetter or if Will followed. Will got up, streaks on his back the color of bone mud.

"Just to clear the air--" started Will.

"Really!?" said Louis.

"You hate me."