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pride_of_erin) wrote2007-10-31 11:39 pm
pride_of_erin) wrote2007-10-31 11:39 pm
OMG! Erin wrote AU Oz fic for Halloween!
Title: Scariest Night of the Year
Pairing: B/K (AU)
Rated: PG - R
Summary: Chris and Toby take the kids trick-or-treating. Sequel to A Family Christmas
Disclaimer: Not mine. They're Fontana's, even if he doesn't deserve them.
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“Chris! You ready to take the kids trick-or-treating? I told Genevieve we’d pick them up at five.”
“Yeah, yeah, just give me second,” Chris yelled down the stairs, “And remind me again why we have to take’em trick-or-treating when Gen has them this week?”
Toby sat at the bottom of the stairs to pull on his shoes, and replied, “Jesus, Chris, you know what Gen’s like – she’s too shy to go around to bunch of strangers’ houses. Even if they are in her own neighborhood and she’s knows most of them by sight if not name.”
“She’s a grown woman - that’s just fucking sad!”
“Well, we can’t all be Mr. Confident-and-Charming like you, can we?” said Toby, turning around at the sound of Chris clattering down the stairs to join him. “Chris Keller, what the fuck are you wearing?”
Chris glanced down at his black t-shirt with an innocent “What?” like it wasn’t sporting pumpkin-orange letters proclaiming This Is My Costume! Now Give Me The Damn Candy!.
“Keller, where did you get that?”
“Online.”
“You figured out how to turn on the computer?”
“Fuck you, Beecher.”
“Chris, we’re going trick-or-treating in my old neighborhood. You know, my old conservative, uptight neighborhood? I’m pretty sure most of the parents there wouldn’t consider that appropriate to wear around children.”
“Since when do you give a fuck?”
“I don’t, but if we embarrass ourselves, it’ll get back to Gen, and I won’t hear the end of it for months.”
“You wimp. Does that mean you won’t be wearing yours then?” Chris held out his hand, and Toby finally noticed that he was holding a second t-shirt.
“You got me one too?” Toby asked, taking and unfolding it.
“Yeah, but yours says something different.”
Toby unveiled the t-shirt’s slogan, Will Turn Tricks For Treats, and promptly smacked Chris on the shoulder.
“Ow!”
“You asshole!” he glared, “You should be wearing this one, you slut.”
“I’m the slut? I’m not the one who crept over and gave me a covert blow job while I was on the phone with work the other night. Do you know how hard it is to keep talking about fucking shift schedules and pretend you’re not having your brain sucked out of your dick?”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” Toby grinned, dropping a kiss on his mock pouty lips.
“Mmm, give me some more of that candy,” Chris smirked, chasing Toby’s lips with his own.
“Mmph,” Toby pulled away, “Chris, we’re gonna be late.”
“You gonna wear the shirt?” murmured Chris, continuing to nuzzle at his jaw. “You’ll get treats if you do.”
“Chris, we… really have… to go – ah!” Chris was gently scraping his teeth along the tendon in Toby’s neck, soothing the bites with his tongue.
“Wear the shirt, Beecher,” Chris murmured, taking Toby’s lips again.
Toby relented and kissed him back, losing himself in that talented mouth. When he pulled away, Chris was looking far too smug. Toby rolled his eyes.
“If I wear the damn shirt will you stop distracting me, so we can actually get going?”
“Here, I’ll help you change,” grinned Chris, reaching for Toby’s hem.
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“Toby, you’re late, the kids have been - what are you two wearing?”
Genevieve had opened her front door to find her ex-husband and his boyfriend, standing on the front stoop, wearing matching shirts and looking sheepish.
“Blame him,” said Toby, jerking a thumb at Chris.
“I was going to,” Gen remarked, letting them into the house.
“Aw, Gen, you’re no fun,” teased Chris, making her smile in spite of herself.
“Where are the kids?” asked Toby.
He was answered by a shriek of “Daddy!” and a small, furry bundle pelting into the foyer and throwing itself at his legs.
Toby grinned down at his two-year-old son, who was dressed in a fuzzy jumpsuit with a hood, which was topped with monkey ears. “Hey there, monkey-man! Don’t you look cute.”
“I not cute!” shrieked Harry, “Big boy! Big boy like Gary!”
“Sorry, pal, I keep forgetting you’re a big boy now.”
“I not a baby now! Not cute!”
“We get it, you’re not a cute baby anymore - you’re a big, ugly monkey-man!” snarked Chris, picking Harry up and swinging him around while he giggled hysterically.
“Thank you so much for taking the kids, Toby,” said Gen, “I’m so exhausted. I stayed up late last night, dyeing all of Holly’s pink fairy things black.”
“Why were you doing that?”
Gen sighed. “Oh, she had her heart set on going as a fairy princess again, like she did last year, and then some kid at her school told her it was stupid to wear the same costume twice, and that it was a stupid costume in the first place because fairies aren’t scary, and you’re only supposed to wear scary costumes for Halloween.”
“That’s ridiculous,” said Toby.
“I know, but Holly took it all very seriously and managed to come up with loophole. She’s going as a dead fairy – that way she can still wear her fairy stuff, but it’s not the same costume as last year and it’s scary. Hence me dyeing all the pink stuff black.”
Toby was about to answer, when he turned at the sound of “Hi, Daddy; hi Chris! Happy Halloween!”
There was Holly, dressed in her newly black fairy outfit and wings, her fake diamond tiara and wand now painted blood red, and her face made up as pale as a ghost, with dark circles under her eyes. But the goriest part of the outfit was the fake knife handle sticking out of her belly, surrounded by a patch of fake blood.
Toby stared. “Hey, sweetie, uh… I can’t believe your mom is letting you wear that.”
Holly grinned excitedly, “I’m a dead fairy! Do I look scary, Daddy?”
“You look… disturbing.”
Holly scrunched up her nose. “Is that scary?”
“Yes, that’s definitely scary.” Toby glanced over at Chris and saw he was staring similarly dumbfounded at their blood-spattered six-year-old.
“Jesus Christ, she looks like she’s been shanked,” Chris murmured.
“What’s a shank?” asked Holly.
“Uh…”
“Nothing you need to know about any time soon,” Toby filled in. “You look awesome, sweetie, Mommy did a great job. Now, where’s Gary, so we can get this show on the road?”
“Here I am, Dad!”
Toby looked over to his oldest son and felt his jaw drop. Gary was wearing an orange prison-style jumpsuit and plastic handcuffs around his wrists. He quickly glared at Genevieve, who looked embarrassed, before looking at Keller. Chris was staring at Gary with an odd expression on his face that was completely unreadable. Toby’s gut hurt at the sight of it. Prison was a time in Chris’s life that he rarely spoke about, and didn’t like to be reminded of. The kids knew he’d been incarcerated, despite Genevieve’s objections, because Toby believed in being honest with his children, but perhaps he had not fully gotten across what a painful subject it was for Chris, if Gary had chosen this costume for Halloween.
Gary seemed aware of the awkward silence and broke it with, “What? I’m a prison person. Mommy, what’s the word again?”
“Uh, a convict,” Gen said quietly, looking more embarrassed than ever.
“Yeah, a convict! Just like Chris!”
Chris swallowed thickly and seemed to find his voice. “It’s late, we better get going,” he muttered, taking Holly’s and Harry’s hands before practically bolting out the front door with them.
Gary looked shaken. “Is Chris mad? What’s wrong?”
Toby rounded on Genevieve. “How could you let him do that? Did you even think - “
“Yes, I did, Toby,” she snapped, “But it was Gary’s idea, not mine, and he was so excited about it. And Chris has to face what he did some time!”
“He faces it every day! Just because you’re embarrassed by the fact that I’m with an ex-con now – “
“Toby, please don’t do this in front Gary.”
He looked back at his son, who looked confused and scared. “Sorry, buddy,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of him, “I’m just a little upset, because Chris is upset.”
“Did I do something bad?” Gary whispered.
“No, pal. It’s just that Chris feels really bad about the fact that he went to prison, and you wearing this… it’s like you’re teasing him about it. Are you? Is this costume making fun of Chris because he went to prison?”
Gary’s eyes went wide with surprise and horror. “No! No, Daddy! Of course I wouldn’t make fun of Chris – I love Chris, he’s awesome!”
His son’s passionate words couldn’t help but make Toby smile and give him a hug. “Well, I think you need to tell him that, okay?”
Gary nodded. “I will.”
“Well, let’s get going then.”
They managed to make it outside with only a solemn goodbye from Genevieve, and found Chris watching Holly and Harry chase each other around the front yard.
“You ready?” asked Chris, but didn’t wait for an answer or even look at them, before saying, “Let’s go trick-or-treating then,” and leading them out onto the sidewalk.
Gary ran to catch up with him. “Chris, please don’t upset! Mommy didn’t make me wear this costume, it was my idea. But I didn’t wear it to make fun of you! Or to make you sad! I just wore it because…”
Chris stopped walking and looked down at the perplexed eight-year-old tugging on his belt loops. “Because why, Gary?”
Gary shrugged. “Because I like you, I think you’re really cool for a grown-up. Cooler than Dad anyway. And I wanna be just like you when I grow up.”
Chris stared at him in utter amazement. “Really?”
“Yeah. Well, I don’t want to go to prison, but you’re cool and funny, and big and strong and tough. I want to be a tough guy too. But mostly, I just want to be like you because I love you. You’re my dad. Well, my other dad.”
A grin like the brightest sunrise broke out over Chris’s face as knelt down to Gary’s level. “Really?” he asked again, like he couldn’t believe it.
Gary nodded emphatically, “Really. And it was kinda hard to just dress up as you, but then I saw this costume at the store and knew that you probably had to wear one just like it, so...” he trailed off and shrugged. “Please don’t be mad at me, Chris. I love you.”
Chris looked back at Toby, who was standing with a fidgeting Harry and Holly, and looking so proud of Gary he could barely contain it. He grinned happily at Chris, who had to grin back.
Then he pulled Gary into a hug, and whispered in his ear, “I love you too, buddy. And I’m sorry if I scared ya. I’m not really as tough as you think.”
“Don’t worry,” Gary whispered back, “I won’t tell anyone.” At that, Chris just had to laugh.
The mood was broken by Harry stomping his foot impatiently and screeching, “I WANT CANDY!”
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Later that night, Toby poked through the bag of candy that Chris had brought home from their trick-or-treating expedition, and asked, “How the hell did you manage to bring back such a big haul? I didn’t get anything because I’m not a kid, yet you had the housewives gushing and swooning and stuffing candy and home-baked goodies into your arms.”
“Hey, you said it yourself, Beech – I’m Mr. Charming.”
“Ass,” sniped Toby, throwing a Jolly Rancher at his head.
“Do you think the kids had a good time?” asked Chris, as he stripped down to his boxers, ready for bed.
“Once we finally got going, yeah,” said Toby, popping a mini-Snickers into his mouth and tossing the candy bag aside.
“I’m sorry about that, by the way. I made an ass out of myself.”
“Don’t apologize, you were upset. I understood why.” Toby started to strip down to his own boxers.
“Yeah, but I freaked out Gary and almost ruined the kids’ night. I gotta stop being so touchy about prison.”
Toby sighed. “You’ve only been out for three years, Chris, of course you’re still going to be sensitive about it.”
“I was already a little on edge from seeing Holly’s outfit – I wasn’t kidding when I said she looked like she’d been shanked. I saw a guy take one in the exact same place – I know, because I’m the one who put it there.”
Toby stared at Chris. This was the most he had ever talked about prison or what he’d done inside. He knew his lover hadn’t always been the good man he was now, and that he’d done some bad things, but hearing that he’d once shanked a man in the stomach was still a shock. After a moment, he said, “Did he at least deserve it?”
Chris gave a weary smile. “That and much more. If it helps, he didn’t die.”
Toby gave him a small smile in return, took his hand and led him over to the bed. They lay down together, Toby with his head on Chris’s shoulder and an arm wrapped around his waist; Chris stroking patterns with his fingers on Toby’s back. The way they always lay together, comfortable and comforting.
“I love you,” Toby murmured, “And the kids love you too, no matter what you did in the past.”
“I know,” Chris said, “But it was still like a dream when Gary finally said it tonight. How could any little kid love me? Call me their dad when I’m not? Prison seems like a whole other lifetime, and the man I was in there seems like a completely different person I don’t recognize anymore, but sometimes I still get scared that the last two years have been dream, and any second I’ll wake up back in that shit hole. Back as the man I was.” He suddenly clutched tighter at Toby, as though afraid he was going to be pulled away from him. “I don’t wanna be that guy ever again.”
“You never will be,” whispered Toby, rolling over on top of Chris, sheltering him with his body as though it could protect Chris from every demon and boogeyman that haunted him this Halloween night. Who knew? Maybe it could, Toby thought, as he lowered his head and kissed Chris with everything he had in him.
Chris moaned and kissed him back passionately, wrapping his arms tight around Toby’s back, as though daring someone to even try taking this away from him. This was his. Toby and this bed and this kiss – all his, and even if he didn’t deserve it, he’d never give it up. Ever.
Toby broke away to kiss down his neck, suck and lick at his collarbone, Chris’s warm skin tasting better on his tongue than any trick-or-treat candy. “Hey,” he murmured against that skin, “Didn’t you promise me a treat for wearing that stupid shirt?”
“That shirt was awesome and you know it. And yes, I did,” replied Chris reaching down to tug Toby’s boxers off.
“That shirt got me lectured by Mrs. Brenner for exposing my children to even more of my ‘vulgar, unwholesome lifestyle’, and she can’t believe the courts gave me partial custody.”
“What the fuck?” said Chris, yanking his own boxers down, “I knew that woman was a bitch the moment I saw her handing out fruit instead of candy.”
Toby’s laugh was swallowed up by Chris’s mouth as he resumed kissing him; Chris on top this time, pressing Toby into the mattress as he rubbed their naked bodies together, reveling in all that exposed pale skin. Toby gasped as their cocks touched, and placed a foot flat on the mattress to buck his hips up into Chris’s thrusts.
It was rushed and messy, and just what both of them needed right now. Chris whimpered as they pushed harder and closer, on and on, both racing for the finish, never breaking their kiss the whole time. Chris got there first, letting out a small cry as he shuddered in Toby’s arms. Toby followed him over the edge with a frantic, “I love you, I love you,” shaking and panting.
Chris moved halfway off Toby, keeping one arm and leg wrapped around him. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Toby knew he was thanking him for more than the sex, but he just smiled drowsily and said, “Thank you. That was my kind of treat.”
Chris just chuckled softly, his eyes already closed.
“Happy Halloween, Chris,” Toby whispered, closing his own eyes.
“Happy Halloween,” Chris mumbled before falling asleep.
~ End.
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I couldn't resist! ;o)
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Gary was so cute too...Great Job!
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http://www.prankplace.com/tshirts_thismycostume.htm
http://www.prankplace.com/tshirts_tricksfortreats.htm
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I really like the AU with these two...the established relationship.... And you have all three of Toby's children alive and thriving...
I'm sure those t shirts really can be purchased, right???
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Thank you! And I'm glad you read them both - the Halloween fic makes a bit more sense if you've read the Christmas one. And I yes, I love domestic AUs like this too (obviously!)
I'm sure those t shirts really can be purchased, right???
Yup!
http://www.prankplace.com/tshirts_thismycostume.htm
http://www.prankplace.com/tshirts_tricksfortreats.htm
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PS. Glad to see you survived the wild frontiers of Wisconsin, LOL.
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This is lovely.
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The shirts made me laugh.
Me too, I totally have to buy them for real!
http://www.prankplace.com/tshirts_thismycostume.htm
http://www.prankplace.com/tshirts_tricksfortreats.htm
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Very sweet and...disturbing. I loved the dead fairy! I would've wanted to be a dead fairy if we'd celebrated Halloween when I was a kid!!
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Oh wow, thank you - I didn't ever think this was as good as the first story, so that's nice to hear. And no doubt I will be revisiting this universe again some time in the future.