#chuckyleeray

Best friends until the end...

Blinking his dark, hazel eyes; a dark haired, curly man woke up in a tiny hospital bed, grimacing in disgust as the stale smells of sweat, lemon sterilizer, and  urine filled his nose. He could hear someone moaning weakly, "Nurse, nurse..." in the next hospital bed beside him and combined with the bright lights, Eddie felt the side of his temples throbbing.

On the corner right if he could turn his head more, he could observe his lover arguing with a doctor outside a glass window, the long haired man jabbing a sharp finger into an old man's chest as the gray haired doctor looked frightened and was only nodding his head at the younger man's threatening growls.

Trying to say something however, all Eddie could do was whisper the long haired man's name under his breath, his throat feeling like it was on fire.The older man felt himself panic as he could see a plastic like tube sticking out of his throat. He tried to remember everything that happened that day-Eddie knew that today had been his birthday and everything had went wonderfully that very morning. Chuck had surprised him with breakfast in bed and then, both of them had made love and laid against each other, perspiring and panting.

"Happy birthday, dahling.." Chuck had purred cooly in his ear while kissing the curly haired man's right, rouch cheek. Eddie smiled as he turned his lips toward his lover's face and deeply kissed him, groaning. As the older man laid beside the long haired younger man, the curly haired man felt contempt and relaxed. Like nothing could hurt him.

He knew all things could turn sour in his sleep, though. "You can't run forever, honey.."  Eddie  could remember hearing Dash say that when he'd been a teenager and managed to escape out of the house-just after bashing his mother's face into the kitchen counter after the woman sneered at him and slapped him. Even in sleep, the older man's demonic brothers would slither back in his head like the snakes they were, raping him and screaming at the older man.

Those awful, rough hands of his long dead brother, Becker, would wrap around his neck, choking the curly haired man and he could barely scream as his brother's smile would turn into a demented grin and he'd slip his serpent like tongue into his youngest brother's mouth. Eddie could feel Chuck shaking him as he was yelling and sobbing in his sleep and sometimes, the curly haired man would curse and thrash at the younger man and strike him, violently.

The next morning, Chuck would only pour him a cup of steaming black coffee and barely look at his lover, as if he was deeply afraid he'd being hit again. Somehow though, Eddie would look at him with those sad puppy dog eyes and both of the men would find themselves panting and laying in each other's arms.

Eddie had tried anything that would help him sleep-anything. There were the occasional drugs every now and then, lots of them were illegal and he would smoke packs of cigarettes a day and drink the heaviest liquor and he'd wake up the next day with a head ache muttering, "Guess I won't do that, again.."  But, he'd still find himself shaking violently in his sleep and weeping while Chuck would wake up beside him, clutching him close and muttering in a soft tone of voice, "You''re okay, love. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Also, there was the occasional sleeping pill. The older man had stolen the dusty bottle of pills from some old woman's purse and they had been in his left jeans pocket, ever since. But, the drugs would wear off during the middle of the night and Eddie was left fearing trying to sleep and walking the halls or trying to find a full bottle of alcohol to chase the pain away and would only end up fighting with his love while the longer haired man would throw the older man against the wall, keeping him from striking him.

The curly haired man would only sigh, muttering, "Sorry I almost hit you.."  and wipe his wet eyes while Chuck would only kiss him and tell the curly haired man to stop apologizing for the millionth time and would take him back to bed. Eddie would obey and somehow fall asleep.

But since it had been the curly haired man's birthday a couple of days later, both of the lovers had celebrated by drinking out of some old bottles of whiskey, chasing that hot liquid down their throats with a cigarette in each hand. Eddie thought, "Ah, well. Fuck it." and chased his whiskey down with a couple of shots out of vodka.

The air inside the apartment was hot and hazy from the steaming heat outside as Chuck had only tilted his head back, laughing at his love's coughing fit from that one shot and he wiped the sweat off his own forehead, drinking a beer. The curly haired man had decided to take out the bottle of those sleeping and chase them down with the alcohol. After all, "What could it hurt? And, maybe I'll be able to sleep."

The curly haired man could remember hearing someone saying in a pleading, tearful voice, "Eddie...Please stay awake!" While frantically placing him in the front seat of a familiar old van and driving him quickly to the emergency room. He could hear a doctor talking to nurse quietly while she was carefully placing a cold tube down the older man's throat, The tube was choking him and making him gag he couldn't protest because it hurt too much.

"S-suicide attempt? SUICIDE?!" Eddie grimaced as he could hear the thud of someone hitting a fist against the window outside of his tiny hospital room, almost shattering it. The grey haired unknown doctor was only looking at the wild, long haired man, frightened as he mumbled, "Please calm down, Mr. Ray.  We're just going to keep Mister Caputo under watch.."  

Tears gushed in the curly haired man's eyes as he could hear his love growl, "His name's EDDIE. And, I swear to God if you don't let me in there with him, I'll do something SO BAD, no one will be able to identify your body. Your own wife and kids won't even have a body to cry over. GOT THAT?"

Gulping, the doctor only opened the door to the room, letting the long haired man inside.  Eddie's heart almost leaped into his throat as he could feel the long haired man tenderly combing his nails through his curly, brown hair and gently kissing his pale forehead. He could observe Chuck smiling softly as the curly haired man weakly opened his eyes and tried talking with him, tears building in his own eyes from frustration.

Chucky had held Eddie to him, burying his face along the trembling man’s throat. He had listened to him breathing in slow, steady breaths, watching the clock turn from the late midnight hours to early dawn. He didn’t dare close his eyes, though. He held onto his only true companion, and he held onto him for the entire evening and throughout the rising morning of the next day. Only when the clock was turning over into the beginning of the afternoon had Chucky shut his eyes. His grip had lessened a degree on Eddie’s frozen body. The monsters from his past may have been dead, but the nightmares were, and Chucky knew only too well what that was like. Thus, he held him, even though he had known Eddie had been awake the entire time. He didn’t care. He pressed their bodies together, and breathed in time with him, until exhaustion had stolen upon the two of them.

Ever since that frightful day, Eddie had been plagued by nightmares in the form of a snake tongued boy slithering up his body to strangle him. He would wake in screaming fits, only to find his love, Chucky, holding him down. Chucky wasn’t the compassionate type normally. In all truth, he was as cold bloodied as they came; even towards his own personal demons. Yet, whenever Eddie cried over those two boys, his monstrous brothers Becker and Dash, he held him. The same as he had the night he had played the hero and murdered Becker in frozen blood.

The memory continued to shake Eddie, even years removed. He stood there, in the kitchen, preparing the frosting for his lover’s birthday. They had been living together longer than he could count. And ever since, he had been celebrating the years passing by with a man who, despite all his faults, at least understood the devils in the shadows of his mind.

For that alone, he knew he had to make this birthday as special as anything.

Taking a much needed breath,  a small smile climbed to Eddie face as he patted his left jean  pocket and could feel the titanium steel promise ring he’d practically had been saving up for Chuck’s upcoming birthday. He’d taken in quite a lot of odd jobs during the night while his love was sleeping on his side of the bed.

He’d gotten paranoid when the long haired younger man could see the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. He would only tell him that he was okay though and Chuck would only shrug it off, thinking Eddie was having nightmares again and was waking up to go relax on the couch and watch the few channels they had on their ancient television set and falling asleep to the sound.

Slowly taking the ring out of his pocket, the curly haired man shined the dusty kitchen light on it, observing the words inscribed inside of it:

 ”Luce Mia.”  Which simply meant, “My light.” in Italian.  Eve Caputo’s entire family had lived in Italy and had came to America on one of those little ships and her great grandmother had even been born on one of the boats.

So, it had been a natural thing for the older, grey haired woman to curse in her own language if someone spilled something on the floor at her home or if she was missing one of her favorite soaps on Tv.

Ed could still remember staying at her house after schools and loving hear Frank Sinatra play on her old record player and her combing her rouge red nails through his curly short hair as she spoke to him in Italian.

He ended up picking up a few words and phrases of his own from his grandmother’s talks, and had learned the phrase, “Luce Mia.” When his grandmother was talking about his deceased grandfather and as she tearfully held a picture of his face in her hands, she mumbled, “Luce Mia, Luce Mia.” while affectionately kissing the photo.

And throughout the years they were together and even if they had tough times, Chucky had always been Eddie’s light. He was so happy that he loved him and his heart always felt light as he could observe Chuck, snoring away beside him in their ancient bed. Ed only hoped that Chucky felt the same way about him and wondered how the hell would he present the ring?

He could hide it in the frosting but it would be used for, “Another purpose.” during their romantic evening, together. A timer ringed on the oven, startling the older man as he found some cooking gloves and carefully pulled down the door, smiling and drooling as he could observe the cooked Lasagna bubbling in a glass dish. Without thinking, Eddie quickly took the dish out, cursing, “God Dammit!” as his right wrist  got burned upon the rack.

Quickly putting down the dish on the kitchen counter, the curly haired man hissed in pain as he turned on some cold water in the faucet and hoped that it would relieve the burn and hoped it wouldn’t blister.

Then setting the tiny table to his liking, Eddie smiled as he found a long sticked candle and cutting it in half, he set it in an old candle piece and lit it and dimmed the lights. It was almost evening and he knew Chucky would be there at any moment.

“Speakin’ of the Devil.” he mused and quietly smiled as he set down the Lasagna in the middle of the table and he could hear a familiar voice say in an amused tone, “Well, wonder what the hell’s  going on around here?” Chuck walked in carrying a brown bag and smiled deviously as his love embraced him, kissing him deeply and causing him to groan and possessively hold Eddie around his waist.

Eddie’s eyes widened as  Chucky had paused the deep kiss with a deep look of lust in his own dark eyes and felt him grab him by the neck of his shirt andalmostdragging him to the bedroom.  Releasing from his love’s firm grip on him, the curly haired man stuttered, “W-Wait.. I made you a special birthday dinner in the dining room and the least we can do is it enjoy it together before fuckin’ each other senseless, ya know?” While tracing his own tongue against Chucky’s left ear lobe and softly sucking on it. The long haired young man shuddered and moaned in his own love’s grip, nodding.

“Shame,” Chucky cooed into his ear before clunking the brown bag onto the table. He pulled a bottle of expensive vodka from it, casting Eddie a seductive look over it. It was obvious as day exactly what Chuck was hoping for, but Eddie was firm at least in making sure his darling tasted some of the food he had slaved over. Thus, Chucky sank down into one of the chairs, pulling one leg up and resting his cheek against his ragged jeans.

He didn’t eat anything and he didn’t touch the liquor sitting on the table. Rather, he stared over at where Eddie was happily cutting a slice out of the lasagna. His dark eyes traveled over every line of the Caputo boy’s body, from his neckline down to the shape of his succulent ass. Eddie was used to this sort of treatment, however. Chuck took a lot of time to regularly examine his boy toy’s body, as if doing so was confirming something in his mind. While most people would be disturbed to have a serial killer exploring them mentally, Ed was used to the sort of thing and knew that nothing bad would come of it. He knew better than anyone that if Chuck was going to murder him, it was going to be in the bedroom, in the middle of screaming, hot, passion; not when he was serving a wonderful birthday dinner.

Yet, Chuck smiled slyly when Eddie got close enough to touch. The older, curly haired man was merely placing the slice on the plate when the younger leaned forward and caught his arm out of thin air. Chucky ran his tongue over the burn mark seared into Eddie’s wrist.

“You’re such a klutz, love,” he whispered, speaking directly into the skin. His voice was soft, warm heat over Eddie’s flesh, “Why’d you go to such trouble? You know I ain’t into celebratin’ this day,”

Feeling his own partner’s rough, cat like tongue, lick the fresh wound and kissing on it tenderly, Eddie suppressed the need to shudder as he spkoe softly, “W-Well, Chucky..You’ve been with me though all of my “Issues-“ ” The curly haired man could observe his love’s own smoky eyes staring into him and nodding slowly as he continued. “And, I just figured that since it’s your birthday today, you deserve something a little special.”

His own knees bucking together in nervousness, Eddie carefully reached in his left pocket for the small steel promise ring and gulped. He forgot what he was even going to say toward Chucky as he placed the ring on the long haired young man’s left ring finger and he only stared at it, transfixed.

Before Chuck could say anything though, Eddie had lifted the younger man’s chin with his finger and kissed his lips, softly. Chucky would always kiss him the same way every time he’d wake up in a screaming fit, shaking and not being able to go to sleep, again.Then, the younger man would  sigh and embrace his love close to him as Eddie would hear his own heart beat and fall asleep.

Taking a dep breath, Eddie finally told him simply as he looked into his own love’s icy eyes, “It’s a Promise ring, Chucky. Now, before you ask me where I got it..” He could see his Chuck arching up one eye brow in amusement and smirking at his love’s response. “I was taking some night jobs while you were asleep.. And, that’s why I’ve looked bushed out these past few days.”

Chuckling, the younger man only looped a finger through one of the belt loops on Eddie’s jeans and dragged him close, causing a slight moan from the curly haired man and forcing him to sit on his lap while looking at his love. Eddie squeezed his eyes as he could feel Chucky running his tongue along his throat and finally sliding his tongue into the curly haired man’s mouth, kissing him.

Ending the kiss briefly, Eddie smiled as he cut a piece of the Lasagna off of Chucky’s plate, feeding him and muttering softly in his love’s ear, “You didn’t think I was gonna let you get away that easily, Love? I’m gonna feed you till you finish everything, hope ya know that.” While running his fingers along the already erected length of Chuck’s jeans, causing the younger man to shudder from his love’s touch.

“My God! I reccomend to Thee, the souls of my relations,

my benefactors, my friends and enemies,

and of those who are in purgatory on my account.”

-From the very beginning  of the Roman Catholic prayer for the deceased.

Eddie blinked his hazel eyes, focusing on the darkness of the very small and cramped room as his own love laid beside him, the younger man’s long hair, unruly and hanging in his sleeping face, making him look like some untamed animal. The curly haired man couldn’t help but stifle a quiet laugh at that metaphor. Who the hell was he kidding? Chucky was a wild animal and he was all his.

Especially that night. The curly haired man could still hear his own love growling into his throat while throttling his windpipe with his right, strong hand and licking a fallen tear off of Eddie’s face. Chucky’s voice was raspy and filled with lust as he whispered, “I’ve always loved it when ya cried, love..”  And both men moaned in climax, finally lying beside each other, hearing each other gasping for air.

Oddly, Eddie could remember not having any nightmares about his two past tormentors, Becker and Dash and had fallen into a deep sleep. But, he had remembered being only six or seven and wearing a little black tuxedo and observing a mahogany looking casket a couple of feet away from him and a priest reciting a prayer for the dead.

It had been his own grandma’s funeral. Very few of her relatives had came and the older woman had only had a couple of friends that she had played card games with and gossiped with. Eddie could remember how his mom had actually made herself look half decent as she combed out her usually tangled, long, black hair and had put on a casual black dress with a set of white pearls around her neck.

And dressing Eddie and Becker and Dash into matching Tuxes and black church shoes, she told all three of them to be careful when they walked to their junky car because, “Last night was rainy and I don’t want you kids to scuffle your clothes.” Of course, both of the older brothers had locked Eddie from getting inn the back and laughed at his crying face while Eve only lit up a cigarette, sighing and telling the young boy to just sit in the front.

The young one could hear both of his oldest brother’s chuckling as one of them kicked his seat, making him whimper from the pain. When they finally got to the church and they all lined up to see the older woman’s pale face in her casket, Eddie let out a hysterical wail as he tearfully urged his grandma to, “Wake up granny, wake up! I need you!” And, another pepper haired woman observing the hysterical boy, had only swept him into her large arms, letting the curly haired child cry into her chest.

All Eddie could remember after that, was waking up, whimpering in his sleep while Chuck had sleepily turned his eyes toward him and hearing him, he’d swept a protective arm around his boy toy and heard Eddie release a peaceful sigh.

The older man could feel fresh scratch marks and bites left by both of him and his pet’s last night tryst and grimaced as one of the scars opened and began to bleed from his right shoulder. “Better get that taken care of.” He smiled and mused to himself. Although the small room was dark, Eddie could see visible rays of the sun beginning to peek through the torn window curtain and stretching and yawning, the curly haired older man got up quietly, hearing Chucky’s loud snoring.

Deciding to still let him rest, a small gleam of love filled Eddie’s eyes as he leaned down to his love’s sleeping face and kissed him softly. Chucky only muttered something about the, “God damn  sun bein’ in his eyes.” As the older man only chuckled softly and reaching for a carton of Marlbros on the old night stand, he found some matches and lit  one of the cigarettes and calmly smoked it.

Although they lived in a semi abandoned apartment building, Eddie could hear a loud thudding noise, coming from the outside of their house. There had been a little News paper boy who would regularly come to their house in the mornings and give the older man a paper while Chuck was still sleeping upstairs. And sometimes, he would just throw it at their front door while riding off to another house.

He’d met the little kid somewhere while the child was trying to carry a big bag of news papers and having a rough time with it. The older man had asked him carefully, “Hey, you need any help?” And the little kid had only been hard headed as he told him he didn’t need any help and ended up tripping and skinning his knee, while crying and trying to lift the heavy Sunday News papers back into his bag and whimpering, “D-Daddy’s gonna kill me..”

The curly haired man frowned as he walked over to the young kid and helping him patch up his knee, he’d quietly driven the kid around and helped him throw the last of his news papers. When asking him what was his name, the little boy had smiled as he replied, “Joey.” And the little kid had been delivering papers to their place, ever since.

Walking down the cool stairs in his bare feet, the curly haired man smiled as he opened the front door and observed the paper. He could see the small paper boy smiling at him from across the street yelling and waving happily, “Hi, Mister Caputo!” Eddie only waved back while enjoying the morning sun and hearing the sound of birds twittering in the sky.

Quietly walking back in the house, Eddie rolled his eyes at all of the politics crap in front of the paper and all of the lame, “Ask Annie” advice columns in the middle of it. He knew it was probably morbid sounding, but he honestly liked searching through the obituaries. The older man had always found reading them, fascinating to him.  Especially the ones about the older people who’d  been around the world and lived exciting lives.

And plus, he always remembered that his grandma liked to read them as well. It was just to find out if she knew the person or not, though. He would always remember her saying, “Can’t  believe he or she’s gone..” If she knew the person from the high school she had attended and she’d always bake one of her famous Italian dishes for the person’s family and go to the visitation and funeral.

Pouring himself some hot, steaming coffee into a cup and taking a gulp as he looked at the very first obituary, the older man coughed violently as he could observe a younger picture of his brother, Dash, or Lucas Caputo, staring at him, with those cold, snake like eyes and that same cynical smile that would always scare the curly haired youth when his mom and dad weren’t around.

He couldn’t remember anyone calling him about Dash passing away, or even maybe dropping him off a note or letter. Hell,his own mom hadn’t even spoke to him, ever since he finally stood up to her and she ended up with loose teeth and a busted lip from Eddie bashing her face against the kitchen counter.

The cause of his death had been, “Unknown.” in the short notice but to the older man’s  imagination, Dash had probably opened his big, fat mouth to some one and the person got pissed and blew his head off. Whenever all three of them had been younger, Dash had always acted like a smart ass to his mom’s face and he’d get away with it while theirDad, Richard, shared that same bitter smile at his middle child and laughed while taking another gulp from his bottle of vodka.

The truth was, Dash had gotten into an argument with another over grown man for some money from stupid bet and as he opened his mouth again to insult the other gentleman, the guy did get pissed and decided to open the young man’s mouth,permanatly, with a shot gun to his mouth. And knowing the cops would find the body and arrest him, the overweight man got scared and dumped the young man’s body in the back of a hotel bath tub, making it look like Dash had just got tired of the world and decided to shoot himself and drown.

A Hotel maid had only discovered the bloated body, a few days after, and smelling something  disgusting coming from the bathroom. A shriek had escaped the old woman’s lips as she ran and tearing at her hair, and screamed for the police.

Eddie didn’t know whether to scream or cry as he simply went to the kitchen sink and poured out the last of his coffee and watching it as it ran down the drain in a swirly pattern.

He almost yelled and jumped out of his skin as he felt two arms wrap around his ample hips and he could hear someone asking him in a concerned tone of voice, “Tha fuck is yer problem?!”  while gently kissing his right, rough cheek.

And observing some of the fallen papers spread on the floor beneath his clumsy love, Chuck snickered as he bent down to pick them up and paused momentarily as he could also observe Lucas Caputo’s face on the first obituary and gasping silently, tuning his eyes up toward Eddie.

He could see the older man releasing a shaky sigh while trying to take in everything at once. Chuck knew about all the abuse Ed had been through with his oldest brothers and Dash always verbally abusing him while Becker had only raped the little boy, constantly, making it where he could trust nobody and hated human contact.

All except, Chucky, of course. Who knew all his turn ons and some how made Eddie learn how to slowly trust people, again. He was still a cold blooded serial killer, but he had also knew about facing your own demons and Chucky had helped him through his nightmares.

The younger man tried to ask him concerned, “Love, you okay?” In Eddie’s ear while tenderly kissing the curly haired man’s ear lobe but embracing him close to him seemed to calm the older man down. He knew it was going to be a long ass day and he didn’t think Eddie could hand handle everything.

The older man still trembled as he pasted a sad smile on my face exclaiming, “I-I’m okay..” But still frowning at the details of the funeral and visitation on the paper. The visitation would be that night and taking place at a local funeral home in Chicago. A lump climbed into the curly haired man’s throat as he calmly asked his concerned counterpart, “I-I know this sounds stupid, but could you please take me to the visitation, tonight? Just wanna pay my Respects.” The long haired young man only nodded solemnly. 

Chuck had constantly told him after he suffered another nightmare or had another flashback, “They can’t hurt you anymore, Eddie..” so much, that the older man had started believing it and he would be okay. But this and one of his brothers, his own flesh and blood dying, and the complicated feelings between hate and sympathy, was eating at the curly haired man’s insides and he knew the feelings wouldn’t go away if he didn’t at least go and say his Final goodbyes even if it meant seeing his mom’s wrinkled face or Becker sneering at him.

Slowly releasing himself from his counterpart’s tight grip on him, Eddie muttered something about, “Needing to use the restroom.”  Then slamming the door, the older man could feel his stomach twisting into tight knots as he quickly leaned his over the toilet, vomiting and moaning as he wiped his lips, feeling tired and frightened. And although he could hear his partner knocking frantically at the other side of the door, yelling and cursing, “Fucker, let me in there!” the older man only leaned over the base of the sink and washed his face with cold water.