Fire and Ice | By : DrusillaDeWynter Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 3927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N- Oh my God. I can’t believe it’s been nearly 2 months since I’ve been able to write on any of my stories. I am so sorry. I am going to try to write up a few chapters on this one while I have the spare time. I hope y’all like the next few additions to this story. This is dedicated to my loyal reviewers who so patiently waited for me to get off my ass and write. Thank y’all so much. Please enjoy this chapter and review it, let me know what you think.
Chapter 10 Part 2
It was one of the hardest things Dallas had ever ad to do, leaving his battered lover behind while he went to a fight in his honor. The image of Ponyboy, bruised and in pain, swam in his mind, enraging him at the thought of what the Socs had done to his boy.
The tow-headed hood was quiet as the group walked towards the lot, the cheers and screams of his companions ringing in his ears. A bonfire burned in the distance, illuminating the lot and the figures waiting there. Tim Shephard and his gang was there already, lounging around and looking deceptively lazy.
The Curtis gang took their places with the Shephards, chatting amiably while awaiting the arrival of the despised Socials. Dally stayed quiet for the most part, only speaking when spoken to, his mind locked on the fight to come and worry for his lover, alone save for Johnny.
The sounds of engines roaring down the streets and towards the lot filled the air, headlights cutting a swath across the landscape announcing the Socs’ presence. As soon as the various Mustangs and Corvettes pulled up across from the lot, the loud engines were shut off, leaving a dead silence. Their rivals got out of their cars, slamming the doors behind them and walked slowly, purposefully towards the waiting hoods.
The rivals sized each other up, eying each participant with a gleam of excitement in their eyes. After pairing up with the first opponent the fight began, sounds of flesh hitting flesh sounding out. A flurry of punches and kicks, noses breaking, blood running in rivulets down skin and the fight was getting down to the nitty gritty. Bodies fell down with a thump, moaning from various pains, crawling towards relative safety.
Minutes passed a red haze of violence and blood before the Socials retreated, grabbing their fallen comrades and running towards their expensive cars and roaring off. As the roar of the engines faded into the distance the hoods erupted in cheers of celebration, hollering and slapping hands and backs for their victory. None of the other boys noticed as their blonde New York comrade walked off alone into the night, heading back towards where his heart was.
Hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, head bowed, street lights glinting off his light blonde hair creating a halo effect which was definitely at odds with the boy who should have horns instead of a halo, blue eyes cast down, cool and remote. Long, measured strides took him down the deserted streets until catching sight of the Curtis house, lights from inside spilling out onto the side walk, casting a warm glow on the well worn cement.
Walking quickly up the stairs Dallas pulled the screen door open, the tension in his lean body leaving at the sight of his beloved laying on the couch, eying the doorway. Grey-green eyes, dull with fatigue and worry, lit up at the sight of the tall, lean, blonde figure standing motionless in the doorway. Icy blue eyes met hazy green, clinging for a minute before assessing the body in front of them. Dally wasn’t hurt as bad as he could be, though he did have the beginnings of a bruise on his left cheek, under his eye and a split lip. Looking farther down he noticed Dally’s hands, bloody and slightly swollen at the knuckles. All in all Dally had come out pretty well, just some minor bruising, nothing to be worried about. Relief filled the hazy green eyes, tension slipping out of the battered body until he slumped into the couch, exhausted from his vigil.
The tow-headed boy walked quickly to the couch, sitting down and pulling the tired body of his lover partially onto his lap, pillowing his head and running his fingers through the soft strands of hair. The two boys sat in contented silence, eyes closed and breathing softly while Johnny watched in silent awe.
Minutes passed, spent in silence, sounds of breathing the only thing to be heard until the sounds of the gang returning spoiled the mood. Loud voices and footsteps heralded their return, the gang slowly trailing in the front door and sprawling out across the floor, chattering. The boys eyed the two on the couch, noting the intimate position and caresses to Pony’s face and hair. They watched as the youngest of their gang slowly nodded off, exhaustion taking over and leaving him limp in his lovers lap.
Pony seemed to set off a chain-reaction, the boys stretched out on the floor slowly nodding off, Soda and Darry eventually getting up and going to their own rooms. Steve, Johnny and Two Bit stretched out on the floor, sleeping soundly. Dally switched positions, lying down with Ponyboy securely in his arms facing the back of the couch. Nuzzling his face against the boy’s neck, he drifted off to sleep, the smell of his lover in his nostrils and visions of what could be dancing behind his eyelids.
A/N- Short, I know. But short is better than nothing. I’ll start working on another chapter tomorrow evening, hopefully longer and better than this one. Please read and review. Thank you for sticking with me. Have a nice Labor Day.
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