#chase mackey

They have a long established routine of sorts that’s served them well. Sal beats on the door hard enough to wake the dead, Eddie answers, they share a couple kisses, drink a beer, fuck, and depending on how Sal feels they might cuddle for a little bit before he does the walk of shame out the front door.

Their late night trysts typically happen between midnight and 2am and any other time Eddie’d be more than willing to let Sal Deluca walk out the door but not tonight.

Not tonight when Sal showed up with a split lip and the start of a pretty impressive shiner. It’d all started when Sal just let himself in with the key Eddie hides under the mushroom statue on the front porch rather than his usual earth shattering knocks. It’d only gotten weirder from there at least by their standards.

“Hold me please,” Sal softly tells more than asks as he throws himself into Eddie’s arms as he tries to sit up in bed.

“Sal,” Eddie asks readjusting them to pull Sal more fully onto the bed and into his arms. “Hey, hey Sal what’s wrong honey?”

“Can’t a guy just need a hug,” Sal snarks trying to push himself back out. He whines more to himself than to the other man or at least he thinks he does when Eddie just retightens his grip and softly laughs.

“Yeah a guy can need a hug but most of the time you hate the idea of being touched any more than necessary. So pardon the fuck out of me for asking.”

“I’m sorry Eds,” he begins before he lets out a soft Fuck. His head is pounding and he’s pretty sure that it’s blood he feels dripping down his chin.

“Whatdoyamean, fuck,” Eddie demands trying to guide Sal’s face up to make eye contact with him. He hates the sight that greets him and if it wasn’t for Sal looking sad at him like a drowned puppy he’d be pulling on clothes and calling their best friends to help him go kill Chase Mackey.

“It’s just this entire day has been a clusterfuck and then Chase was pissed off that I was late.”

“So he hit you? What the fuck Sal? You’re gonna sit right here and look pretty and I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit and we’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Stay please?”

“Baby I’ll be back before you can say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” Eddie says smirking at Sal. “We get you cleaned up and then I’ll hold you for as long as you need, okay?”

“You know I can’t say that asshole,” Sal answers glaring at Eddie’s back as he heads out the door.

****

He knew the minute that Sal walked into his bedroom that he was gonna be calling their best friends at some point. He just wasn’t expecting for it to be so he could ask a huge favor and make them accessories to murder.

Buck answers on the second ring and Eddie hard launches into what little he knows about Sal’s situation.

“Buck put me on speaker. What I’m about to say is gonna interest Tommy too.”

“Done,” Buck says almost simultaneously with Tommy asking, “what?”

“Mackey hit Sal. He’s got a split lip and a shiner. The fucker hit him so I’m gonna ask for a huge favor.”

“You wanna kill Chase and need a chopper so you can drop his body in the Pacific,” Tommy guesses and Eddie can hear shuffling around like they’re getting dressed.

“Yes and I need your help, Kinard.”

“We’re game. Sal’s family and nobody fucks with our family and gets away with it,” Buck agrees voice steely.

****

Sal’s still sitting there with his arms crossed over this chest glaring when Eddie comes back. Eddie can’t help but laugh at the absolutely adorably disgruntled look on Sal’s face.

“What’s got you so grumpy,” Eddie asks walking across the room to place the tackle box on the dresser to dig through it.

“You making fun of me that’s what,” Sal grumbles glaring at the bottle of antiseptic. “I came here for a hug and an orgasm not you being mean to me.”

“I’m sorry angel,” Eddie apologizes as he perches on the edge of the bed, reaching up to grab Sal’s chin turning his face towards him. “This is gonna sting for just a second. I’ll try and get everything done as quick as I can then I’ll give you all the cuddles.”

“Whatever just get it over with,” Sal growls before flinching when Eddie runs his fingers and the little cotton ball over the cut on his lip.

He wants to say more.

Wants to tease Eddie about the soft look he’s giving him. The way his tongue is peeking out as he works gently but efficiently to make sure that Sal’s as taken care of as possible.

Also wants to pull the other man into a kiss maybe force Eddie to do something more than look at him.

Somebody beating on the door stops him before he can. Whoever it is had better have an emergency, Sal thinks as he follows Eddie out into the hallway.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE SALVATORE,” someone’s shouting and the closer to the door they get the more easier they both recognize it.

He doesn’t mean to whimper at the sound of his full name leaving someone’s mouth in anger. The last time someone had said his name like that was his father before he’d beaten him and fled before the cops could get there.

“Angel, go back to the bedroom and call Buck and Tommy,” Eddie urges as he spins to face him. He presses a quick kiss to Sal’s forehead before pushing him back down the hallway. “I’m gonna go deal with the mook.”

“Hey, Eds?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Of course. Call Buck and Tommy then stay put in the bedroom until they get here.”

As soon as he’s sure that Sal’s gonna listen to him he’s heads back towards the door and the asshole on the other side.

***

Sal shuts the bedroom door before making his way to his side of the bed to grab his phone. As he hits Tommy’s name he can hear things breaking as Chase’s screaming intensifies. He can vaguely hear Eddie talking and he can tell that he’s barely holding his temper.

“Tommy,” Sal whimpers down the phone as soon as his best friend answers the phone.

“Sal where are you? Is Mackey there,” Tommy asks softly.

“He beat on the door until Eddie answered it. Eds told me to go back to the bedroom and call you and Buck,” Sal says with a little bit more confidence. “He’s screaming and breaking stuff.

What if he hurts Eddie, Tommy? I can’t handle the idea of Eddie getting because of me.”

“Sal we’re less than 5 minutes away from Eddie’s and we’ll make sure that Chase doesn’t hurt him,” Buck butts in on the conversation. “Stay where you are.”

“Okay, stay on the phone until then? I don’t wanna have to hear him screaming,” Sal asks before he hears what sounds like the thump of someone hitting a wall and he freaks out again.

“Of course Sal,” Tommy agrees before demanding “dammit the fuck out of the way.”

“Somebody just hit the wall,” Sal begins giving a play by play of what he can hear out in the living room.

“We’re here,” Buck calls before slamming car doors ring out.

****

He’s got Mackey pinned to the hallway wall not even 10 feet from where he knows Sal is. He prays that his boy listened and called their best friends. That Buck and Tommy are here soon because it’s taking everything in him not to wring this bastards neck for even daring touch Sal.

“Eddie,” he hears Buck call his name and he breathes a sigh. With them here he’s willing to loosen his grip on Mackey’s shirt just enough to let him gain his footing for a second before he’s sent to flying towards Tommy, who catches him without little fanfare.

He’s got his arms pinned before Eddie can even say anything. He’s never been more grateful to see someone before. As he follows behind he catches sight of Buck grabbing his chin and forcibly turning his head to make eye contact.

“So what’s this I hear about you touching Sal,” Buck growls out letting go of his face.

“The little bitch thought he could lie to me and then be late getting home. When I said something about it he got sas-,” whatever Chase’s saying is cut off by the back of Eddie’s hand violently coming across his face.

“What the fuck did you just say about him,” Eddie demands grabbing his chin much like Buck had.

“He’s a little bitch. Wait you’re fucking his slutty ass aren’t you,” Chase sneers. “Of course you are.”

Eddie’s digging his nail into his tongue before he’s even finished speaking. “You ever and I mean ever contact him again I’ll make sure they never find your body,” Eddie snarls getting in his face for a second digging his nail in even harder. “Tommy get him the fuck out of my house NOW.”

“With pleasure,” Tommy hums as he and Buck drag Mackey out the front door and then stand guard waiting for him to get in his car and leave.

“Angel, it’s safe to come out here now,” Eddie calls through the bedroom door which immediately swings open like Sal had been waiting for it. He finds himself with an armful of his boy and he can’t help but kiss him.

“He’s really gone,” Sal asks breathlessly as he pulls away enough to make eye contact gaze searching Eddie’s trying to detect if he’s being lied to.

“Yeah honey. He’s gone forever now let’s go thank Tommy and Buck for coming over. Then we’ll find something for you to munch on before we go back to bed.”

On a loose sheet of paper, Buck had tried to write out a speech, most of the words had been scratched out but one sentence stood out; Do you want to spend the rest of your tomorrows with me?

Soft sobs wracked at Eddies’ chest before they turned into heavy cries as the man hunched over onto himself. Bucks’ letter slipped from his hands to the contract that Mackey had given him.

One of his tears fell down Eddies’ cheek and landed on the contract, exactly on the dotted line. Eddie hadn't notice, nor did he notice that his tear had turned into ink, and transformed into words on the contract; Eddie Diaz

Thunder rumbled above Eddie, causing the man to open his eyes, barely in time to see the contract disappear in the sudden wind. Suddenly, the wind picked up and surrounded Eddie in a powerful tornado.

A bright yellow glow exploded from Eddie chest before total darkness encased him.

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The sun beat over Eddies’ head as he blinked heavily, and the black and white world around him came into view. His army uniform felt heavy in the summer heat as sweat formed on his forehead.

A stone pathway stood in front of the man, leading to a large suburban house. It was familiar, Eddie thought, it was… home?

Heaving his duffle bag over his shoulder, Eddie started walking up the pathway.

When the man stopped in front of the house, the front door suddenly opened inwards. The door opened to reveal Christopher.

“Christopher?”

Smiling widely, Christopher raced further into their house.

“Papa! Daddy’s home!” the boys’ voice rang against the walls as Eddie stepped through the doorway.

As the door gently closed behind him, Eddie heard footsteps softly approaching him as a figure rounded the corner.

Standing right in front of him… was Evan Buckley, his husband.

“Eddie, welcome home,” Buck greeted with a smile as he held his hand out towards Eddie. The golden ring wrapped around his finger seemed to shine in the sunlight.