Straight to hell

DISCLAIMER: Not my toybox or my toys.

The crackle of the fire was constant, compared to the sound of breathing and quiet sleeping sounds that were being given off by the members of the party sleeping around the campfire. Jono Hex scratched at the side of his face, feeling the familiar warped skin that was circled around his eye before he stood. He’d had that mark even before the flames that branded him outright as a malform. Sometimes he thought maybe he should have taken it as a sign of what was to come. Dark eyes followed him, and a flash of red turned at the edge of the firelight to look at him as his boots scuffed the ground. Retribution looked at him and Skinhunter solemnly as the bandito stood up, flicking the end of his home-made cigarette into the fire.

Son of a bitch had a smirk on his gray face. Like he didn’t want this neither. Or was he thinking that the Whip was really going to stop playing him and Johnny off one another. He had to talk to her about that. Choose, or stop baiting the dogs. It made things unsettled, with Random and Skinhunter exchanging mean looks over the hindquarters of the beautiful blonde’s horse. He was pretty sure she was going to pick Random, and Skinhunter knew it as well. After all, he was just a damn halfbreed. Johnny boy at least, was a full white man.

Although, halfbreed of what was a damn good question. With his skin like that, it was hard to tell whether he was native, black or Mex along with the white. Since he sometimes spoke in Spanish, Jono put it down to Mex or native. Didn’t really matter any anyhow. He was a malform. And he was a member of the feared Generation Hex. More then enough reason for it not to matter any to Jono, as long as the halfbreed didn’t betray them and pulled his weight.

*Back in a few, ‘Tribution,* he told her, telepathic voice steady before he pulled the bandanna back over his face. Sly chuckle from behind him as he and the halfbreed headed off into the darkness, moving past sagebrush and the fire that lit him up from the inside showing him a path despite the night. He couldn’t even hear Skinhunter following him, while his boots crunched twigs and leaves to dust, spurs on his heels jangling with every step. Damn halfbreed was as silent as a damn cat.

There’d been a outcrop of rocks back this way, if he remembered correctly. Seemed that he did, since it was right there. Lonely gray rocks, one of the many outcrops and hills they’d ridden past during the day. Far enough away that nobody would hear a damn thing. Batted away the hand that came up to his shoulder as they walked around to the back of it so it would block the view of them from the camp. Not that anybody would likely be up anyhow until it came time for them to be on watch. And Retribution never talked, never said a word, and Jono liked to think she wouldn’t have said anything about what she’d seen even if she did talk. Retribution was the rare type of woman who could keep her trap shut.

*It ain’t like that between us.*

“Whatever you say. Boss.” Sly grin shot at him from the side, and Jono could feel his eye twitch. He grabbed the halfbreed by his shoulder and pushed him up against the stone, bringing their hips together and grinding. Reassuring bulge underneath the loose material of the other man’s trousers, and he would have grinned if he’d had a mouth left to do it with. Not as complacent, as uninvolved, as he tried to pretend. “Oh, yeaaaah...”

*Just remember who’s in charge here, Skinhunter.*

“Oh, it’s all you, boss.” Skinhunter leered at him, cynical knowing smile reflected in the flames that wrapped themselves around Jono Hex. Who rubbed himself up against the man he’d pinned against the rock like a cat in heat, hips grinding and rolling as the friction raced down his spine. Caught his powers and hauled them in, damping the flames down so that they didn’t go advertising everything. Long fingered hands grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer as Skinhunter started to pant, mouth falling open and eyes closing. Whore. God damn halfbreed whore.

*Damn, boy. Feel so good...*

“Fuck you, Hex,” the low hiss wrapped itself around his libido like a snake, hands tightening around the grip they had on his ass. Hex chuckled, darkly, sending it rippling through his occasional lover’s mind. Dark, gritty, desperate voice echoing in his ear as Skinhunter moaned. Lust. This was nothing but that. It meant as much as the soiled doves he saw every so often, just to make sure no one thought anything was funny about him. Malformed in his head, and malformed in his body. Because women had never been as interesting in that way as men. Made it hard to get his ashes hauled sometimes. This was at least...convenient. “Feel that?” Bump and grind of Skinhunter’s erection against his own. “Ain’t no boy, amigo. So fuck you, Hex, pinche gringo...”

Hands fumbling at each other’s pants, getting the laces and buttons undone. Dropping them just enough and then Jono dug in the pockets of his coat to find the vial of saddle oil that was so essential for this situation. Opened it, spilling oil onto his fingers as Skinhunter moaned and muttered insults and breathy encouragements just to get on with it. Slid his hand along the halfbreed’s hard cock, raising one eyebrow a little as the gray man hissed and thrust his hips forward in a sharp motion at the oiled touch.

Fumbling touches, but no kisses, never any kisses, as Skinhunter and he swapped places, so he was the one backed up against the wall. Struggled briefly to get his boots off, cursing as he got tangled in his pants, and the god damn halfbreed was no help at all. Cocky son of a bitch. Sometimes he wondered why he put up with him and his smart ass remarks. Grabbed him by the shoulders, one leg hooked around the other man’s waist as hot breath swept along his cheek. About the only place left on his face he had any feeling at all. He could feel the slick head of Skinhunter’s cock rubbing in the crease of his ass, and he shuddered briefly. Flames licked harmlessly along the lines of his lover’s body, casting most of the man’s face into shadow except for his shitlicking smile. That god damn smile.

*God damn you, halfbreed...aaaanh, fuuuuck...*

No pause in his thrust, just a long hard drive inside that left Jono’s fingers tightening enough to bruise on the other man’s shoulders. Threw his head back against the rock and snarled as he bumped his skull hard, but then Skinhunter was pulling out slowly. And then back in again in a hard thrust that made fireworks set themselves off in his brain.

“Oh, yeah, fuck, yeah,” Skinhunter muttered, starting to fuck him properly, hard pounding thrusts that slammed him back into the rock. The thick leather of his coat protected him, but it was a good thing the outcrop was this far out. Felt so good, so damn good. Relentless push and shove of invasion, deep inside his body, making him feel like maybe he was alive again. Properly alive, instead of this sham halflife which had come with his malformity. Hitting him just right so he bucked and pushed himself back into Skinhunter’s brutal thrusts, hips slamming against his thighs. So hard. Bruises from where one gray hand was fastened to his ass to keep him in place for the relentless rhythm, the other braced against the rock near his head.

*Shit!* Jono’s eyes rolled back in his head at a particularly good thrust, dropping one hand from Skinhunter’s shoulder to his erection. His hand was still slick with saddle oil, and he wrapped his fingers around his cock and started to jerk himself off as Skinhunter continued to fuck him against the wall. His back hurt, bumps of rock catching him in all the wrong places but he could ignore that for now. The heat flaring along his nerves, in a coruscating pool in his stomach and winding down through his cock and ass took up all of his attention that he could spare, apart from what he was using to keep his flares down and contained. *Harder, you bastard.*

“Chingate, cabron,” Skinhunter growled into his ear, before biting at the lobe. Spark of pain that made Jono grunt, hand tightening around his cock reflexively. Made him want to writhe, but he didn’t have enough room to. Skinhunter seemed to take his order as a challenge, driving into him with thrusts that almost managed to hurt. Quick and hard as his hips snapped in a demanding rhythm. “You like this, huh, boss?” Low demanding voice in his ear, hard demanding cock in his body.

*Shut up. Just fuck me, halfbreed.*

Jono could feel himself teetering on the edge, just needing one more thing to push him over. He clamped down on his powers in anticipation, not wanting to blow his partner to pieces. It’d be damn hard to explain. Dirty chuckle in his ear, surge and thrust of the cock in his ass running over his hot spot every damn time and the slick tight grip of his own hand on his aching cock. He ran his thumb over the head of his cock and felt his mind blank out at the edges as he came all over both of them, body shuddering and jerking in orgasm. One, two, three pounding thrusts that slammed him against the wall and felt like they almost cracked what was left of his ribs, and Skinhunter came as well with a low groan. Hot wet heat inside him, running down the inside of his legs as the other man slipped out and stepped back.

He ran the bandana across his forehead as Skinhunter pulled his pants back up and started to fasten them, before he retied the bandana around the lower half of his face. Started to get dressed himself. They were done here. He didn’t want to have to talk to the halfbreed, and the man knew it. He just got himself dressed and got out of there, not bothering to talk. Knew what was expected of him. When this happened.

Jono Hex fixed himself up, feeling the deep ache of being well fucked radiate out across his body and adjusted his bandana. Then he walked back out from behind the stone outcrop to head back to camp and take his turn at watch. By the time he got back, Skinhunter was already rolled up in his blanket by the fire. Retribution cocked her head at him, and he nodded.

*I’ll take watch now, ‘Tribution. You go have a lie down before the sun comes up.*

She slid off into the shadows to wherever she’d put down her belongings, and Jono picked up his blanket before setting himself down on a rock to watch over the camp. Sun’d be up in about six hours. He’d wake up Random before then, put him on watch while he caught a few more hours shuteye. And then tomorrow...well, tomorrow would bring whatever it brung them. Probably trouble.

Hell, they were malforms. They were Generation Hex. They spat in trouble’s eye and whupped it so bad it went back crying to its mama. He tipped his hat down a little over his eyes, and looked out over the way they’d come. Sooner or later, trouble’d come aknocking, and it’d probably come with humans. Always a good time for all. As long as they won.

Jono Hex waited for the new day and the next encounters with a world that wanted to stamp him out because of a trick in his genes. It wasn’t fair. But nothing in his life had been fair, so he was sort of used to it by now. All he could do was grab something where he could. There wasn’t any other choice, because tomorrow he could be dead. They could all be dead. No matter how hard he worked to make sure that didn’t happen. They’d had a few close calls, now and then. Sooner or later, their misdeeds would catch up to them. Well, he’d always known where he’d be heading, after his mother died.

Straight to hell.

And his whole gang had been heading there themselves. They were just sharing the hellbound road for awhile. It was nice to have some company, he had to admit. Not that he’d ever say a word out loud about it. But still. Hellbound and malform as they were, they stuck together. And that’s what counted out here. That’s what counted.