บททั้งหมดของ Pucking Around with Fate: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerNearly two hours later Gunner was slamming the button home, taking Khyle out with head shot after head shot in the fiercest first person shooter game they'd played yet.They had started out on the same team, playing against the computer, but oddly it had quickly devolved into a mutual massacre. So they'd switched to opposite teams. A while ago. The game ended, and Gunner didn't even ask before he shoved more plastic coins into the slot. It was a good thing he was loaded because this was costing him a mint. But who cared. It was worth it to see Khyle's head explode.The game lit up again, and Khyle was mumbling something about finding a BFG, and then Gunner's ass would be his. Gunner sneered."Gonna be hard to do without a head." He took his first shot. Khyle swore."Sonofa."Gunner grinned, already hunting down the moments-old reincarnated version of simulated Khyle and."Dammit!"He moved the controls and raced his character down a dark wet brick corridor

POV: Gunner"Are you lost?" Khyle leaned forward to try to pick up a response from the young boy who had taken refuge in the corner. But he only shook his head, scowling. Khyle looked skeptical, and he dropped to one knee."Really? Who are you here with?""No one.""No one? You're too young to be here alone.""Am not. I'm six and a half.""Oh. Sorry." Khyle raised his hands in apology, and tried again. "Well, I'm twenty one and I came with someone." He watched as the boy's eyes flicked way, way up, past him, to the man standing off to the side. He heard a grumble from behind him, something about tethers, but he kept his focus on the child. "And I bet you came with someone too, right?""My. My dad.""Well, does he know where you are?""No." It was a defiant mumble at best. Khyle stood."Okay, well, how about we help you find your dad? He's probably looking for you. Come on." He gave Gunner a motion for them to continue on the way they were going, since they hadn't run into any frantic

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerHe caught Gunner, or rather found him, standing just outside the door. He was at the bottom of the covered steps, staring at passing traffic.Snow was settling on his shoulders and hair. At least he had his jacket on, his hands jammed in the pockets. He seemed to be still in the grip of whatever emotional trauma had set him off, like he was deciding whether he should stay or go. It had to be something big for him to have acted like that. And by the looks of it, it wasn't over. But it didn't matter what was going on with the enforcer. Now that the kid was taken care of, Khyle's anger was all that was left, and he wasn't going to let Gunner brush this off.Khyle thumped down the steps to the sidewalk and turned dark amber eyes on the silent enforcer, his fiery spikes moving in the breeze of a few passing cars."Gunner? What the hell?" His hand pointed at the doors to the building like they were the thing he was furious at. Better that than slugging the bluenet

POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner"Not unless that thing reaches all the way up."Gunner followed his brief gaze toward the sky in confusion, expecting to see something there, before realization struck."What are. Oh." Gunner blinked. After a moment of staring at the cloud-filled sky, the motion had sunk in. And he'd found enough sense to look mildly contrite. "Hell."Khyle decided to take hell to mean sorry, and shrugged one shoulder lightly."It's fine." He explained without prompting. "It happened when I was a kid." His expression shifted to one of fondness laced with lingering traces of regret. "I still miss her," he added softly, "but she'll always be right here, you know." Fingertips met the fabric of his shirt beneath his partially open jacket, then fell away to his side again.Gunner automatically tracked the movement of the younger man's slender fingers, then risked a longer look into Khyle's eyes, inspired by the tone of his voice. His eyes drew him in too. Though they pissed him

POV: KhyleKhyle shut the door to his apartment, hot, bothered, and relieved to be home. He had just under an hour before he needed to head over to his dad's for a late family dinner.He rid himself of his shirt as he crossed the living room, heading straight for the shower. He could feel his orange hair reorganize itself into staticky spikes from the quick disrobe in the dry air, an irritating feeling that seemed perfectly within its rights to be there at the moment.He pulled down the zipper of his faded jeans and shucked them off in the hallway, too frustrated to care where he'd dropped them.It had been a long, strange day.Khyle reached past the curtain and twisted the tap to full, stepping into the spray even before it had fully warmed.And he did not feel one bit sorry for Gunner for whatever turmoil he might be in. Not one bit. Not after what he'd done to him in the movie theater. The asshole had taken his teasing just one step short of a tidy little harassment suit.He grabbe