Title: Bayou Boys 1/?
Authors: Pet & Foxhunt2blue
Summary: Human AU – Sometimes even fate
knows better than we do. In the tiny backwater
town of Junction City William LaCroix & Liam
Garrigan met as children. Now ten years later
best friends are reunited to discover what one of
them already knew.
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Liam/William
Disclaimer: That Mutant Monster owns them,
not us. *pouts* We'd take much better care of
them though!! Lots of hot man sex!! YEAH!!
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***

Warm, moist air blew through William LaCroix's
hair as his car cruised along 161 heading back to
a place he had never thought he would ever see.
Junction City, Louisiana.
Not much more than a hole in a wall town, but it
was, home or at least it had been until he had
been thirteen. Junction City was a place that held
few good memories for him with the exception of
one simple memory. He sighed and pushed his
sunglasses up on his nose and ran one trembling
hand through his sun-kissed curls as he pulled
into what was the main strip of town.
There wasn't much to see and over the years, the
town hadn't changed in the least. Harrison's
Hardware, Junction C Grocery, the bank, the
church, and the school. Then there was of course
LaCroix's Cajun Cafe.
He remembered sitting in the kitchen there when
he was very small watching his mum mix spices
and bread okra.
He shook his head and let out another sigh. It was
mom not mum, but then almost ten years in
London had changed his accent from a little hick
to an educated young man. He was so lost in the
memories of that little kitchen that William
almost missed the turn-off into Spanish Moss
Estates.
He chuckled at the name, then snorted as he
brought the car to a stop in front of his parent's
elegant upper-class house. He'd never been one
for pretensions, but when his parents had sold
their little cafe to some wealthy executive, they
had.
To hear them tell it that cramped house out on
Willow Road had never existed. Frankly, he
missed that little clapboard house with the
vegetable garden in the backyard, the
bougiavillian, and the tire swing in the apple tree.
He missed many things, but it didn't help to miss
them. The past was the past.
Turning off the ignition he glanced up at the
perfect soulless white facade of the house and
swallowed hard. "Well, William it's bloody well
time to face the firing squad." Stepping from the
car he walked the neat brick path to the wide
double doors and rang the brass bell.
A few seconds later the door opened and a tiny
Spanish woman answered. "Hola."
Then she seemed to notice the boy and she
squealed.
"Oh, Master William...oh 'tis such a surprise, sir.
Hold on...hold on."
She disappeared as fast as she had appeared, then
a moment later there was a rather loud scream of
happiness, followed by the loud clicking of heels
on the fine marble floor. The door was wrenched
open and there stood William's mother---Ger-
trude---dressed in a Pepto Bismol pink dress and
spiky heels. She engulfed William in a hug.
"Oh my baby...my sweet baby boy."
William flinched as his mother cooed and tight-
ened her arms around him in a vice grip. A cloud
of gardenia and talc surrounded him making his
eyes water and his nose itch. "Hey, mum..." he
choked out, "...missed you as well."
Gertrude giggled then covered his face in kisses
rambling excitedly. "Oh, William...my baby, oh I
love you so much. I can't believe you're here.
You've come home to your mommie. Oh...oh
wait...wait someone has to see you." Going
inside a moment later, she returned with a mini-
Chihuahua that looked like a rat with jewels
around its neck. Lifting the offending dog to
William's face, she smiled. "Look...Precious it's
our William...yes, our William. Say hello
sweetheart...say hello Precious." The dog yelped
loudly and began licking William's face
excitedly.
As the tiny rat licked his face William tried to
avoid what he soon experienced. A tiny wet
tongue somehow found it's way between his lips
and his face pruned into a knot. He jerked back in
disgust bumping into the credenza, knowing a
dark bruise would appear on his ass by morning.
Spitting he tried to keep the fake smile intact as
he avoided another swipe of Precious' tiny pink
tongue. "Nice to meet you Precious." He gritted
through his teeth, then mumbled as he ducked
around his mother. "...Bloody fucking rat...bet
you taste just like chicken if you're fried..."
Gertrude followed behind yelling here and there
to the servants she saw. "Get drinks, get some
snacks...OH, God how could I forget go get
William---GO GET HIM MARY! He'll want to
see his son." Mary the servant nodded and
scurried off upstairs as Gertrude smiled at
William.
"Baby boy what are ya doin' here? Your
supposed to be taking some time off since you
graduated I thought you were going to travel the
world or some such thing. Your father said you
had big vacation plans."
Glancing around the parlor William nodded
distractedly as his mother continued to ramble on
about anything and everything. Precious was
yipping around his heels and he glanced over to
where his mother was taking a seat on the deep
rose satin sofa. Seeing she was occupied with a
servant who had entered with a tray of fresh
lemonade, he swung his foot out sending
Precious sliding across the slick marble floor with
a yip.
"I am going to travel mum, but I had a few things
to take care of before I did the European thing."
Precious appeared leaping onto his mother's lap
and snarled just as an authoritative voice boomed
across the room.
"Hello, William this is a surprise to say the least,
welcome home son."
A tremble went through William as he stood
straightening his shoulders. "Hello, father."
William's voice dropped to a soft whisper. "I am
sorry to have appeared like this, but as I was
telling mum..."
"Yes, why don't you tell me what you told your
mother? I hope it includes the reason why you
look like a hippie whose outfit came from
Goodwill as well. I imagine the checks we send
you still do get to you---yes?" William's father
stepped around him to stand close, but not too
close to his son wearing an unreadable
expression.
Swallowing hard William stood perfectly still as
his father stepped around him. "I was telling
mum that I had a few things to take care of before
I head back to Europe." He could feel his father's
eyes like two drill bits boring through his spine,
but he refused to be intimidated---not this time.
William's father simply hummed, a short tense
sound, then nodded. "Very well but you should
have called you do know better. Nevertheless, I
need you to know that you picked a foul time
William. Me and your Mother are going on a
vacation in two days and will be gone a month so
I hope your prepared to stay here alone for that
long until we return. Frankly, you can't tease your
mother like this by arriving home then leaving
before she has a chance to see you proper. I'm not
changing our plans, I can't get a refund, and I
don't plan to try to get one. Are you fine with that
son?"
"Of course father..." he glanced from the corner
of his eye to where his mother was sitting quietly,
"...I would never do that to mum and you bloody
well know it." He turned staring into his father's
icy blue eyes. There had been a time when his
father hadn't been a royal right prick, but wealth
did odd things to a person. "I've been alone for
some time father there is nothing new there."
William's father again hummed---a terse sound---
and nodded looking to his wife. "Gerti I have a
meeting as you well know to tie some things up
before we leave. Why don't you and William
spend some time together?"
Gertrude smiled brightly, stood up, and walked to
William, kissing him softly. "That sounds peachy
William. Now go on...get...can't have the big
boss late."
"Lovely Gertrude, that sounds lovely. All right,
you two have fun. I don't know when I'll be home
so don't wait up."
"Of course dear you know we will."
William nodded, then without a glance at Will or
a further word turned leaving the house.
Gertrude watched the door for a few moments
then turned to her son. Walking to Will, she lifted
her hand gently rubbing his cheek softly. "He's
happy you're here William, he's just busy---
okay? Your Father loves you baby. You know
that---right?"
Nodding William's shoulders drooped. "I know
you believe that mum, but he hasn't given one
bloody pence for me in a long time. I just know
what he wants from me, mum." He turned placing
a gentle kiss on his mother's cheek. Suddenly the
gardenia scent wasn't as annoying as it had been
earlier. "I wish you were right..." he whispered
softly as he turned away and headed for the stairs.
"I'm going to shower and change, okay."
There was a soft sigh followed by a soft reply.
"All right my baby...you go on then. I'll get us
some fruit cut up, and then we'll sit outside watch
the lightening bugs like we did when you were
little. You'll see William. He just has to settle...
you'll see." Gertrude turned heading for the
kitchen.
***
"Oww...you fucker!" A voice yelled indignantly.
"Oh, come on ya pussy! It ain't like I never hit ya
before!" Another deeper voice replied.
"Yeah, well I know and since we're talkin' typical
here." The first voice was followed by a loud
thump.
"OWW!!! You fucking bitch, come ere'!!"
A tussle started then, a teenage girl screeching.
"Daddy they're at it again! They're gonna ruin the
tools!"
Marcus Garrigan snorted as he dropped his Pall
Mall and crushed it beneath his oil stained work
boot. Walking around the corner of the garage, he
opened his mouth taking a deep breath, as his
youngest son Liam tried to dart past him with his
oldest Charles on his tail.
"CHARLES MONTGOMERY!!! LIAM
MARCUS!!!" His arm shot out clothes lining
Liam and he chuckled as his youngest son hit the
dirt on his ass. "How many damn times do I got
to tell ya two boys to cut the shit and do what
you're all here to do?!"
Liam rubbed his chin and glared at Charles. "It's
his fault da'! He's the stupid asshole who closed
the hood on me! He's tryin' to kill me I'm fucking
tellin' ya!"
Charles snorted crossing his arms over his chest.
"You're just a pussy, but your clearly at fault
cause he dropped you on your ass not me."
Rolling his eyes to the heavens Marcus let out a
put upon sigh. "Lord...what did I do to offend
thee? Honestly I done right by these children, but
I guess I'm gonna have to put the fear of you in
'em." Stepping over his youngest, he glared at
Charles. "Is that what you're thinkin' boy?" He
lifted one huge weathered hand and smacked his
oldest in the back of his head. "Now you both
listen to me. Ain't neither of you too damn old
for me to turn over my knee. And as for the
language...well let's just say I just bought a jumbo
bottle of Joy dishwashin' liquid and I ain't afraid
to us it---you hear me boys?"
Sauntering into the garage Kathy walked up to
her dad, hugging him softly. "I'm good Daddy
aren't I?"
Liam snorted climbing off the floor finally.
"You're the devil herself but I heard ya da'. I
swear I was just tryin' to work before Neanderthal
brain decided two halves of a brother was more
fun than one whole brother."
"Pussy." Charles snorted again.
Marcus pulled away from his youngest child and
looked down into her wide dark eyes, then
chuckled. "Course you are Katherine Louise 'cept
when I'm chasing them horny teenage boys from
the house with my shotgun."
Kathy's eyes widened a bit, her lip curling out in
a pout.
"Now don't go acting like you don't know what
I'm talkin' about girl. And you..." his eyes
narrowed as they focused on Charles, "...I got one
word boy...Joy...lemon fresh. And Liam..." his
head whipped around to stare at his other boy.
"I'd take it kindly if you show your sister a bit
more respect. Why do you think I chase them
boys off? No damn respect in 'em."
Charles swallowed then answered obediently.
"Sorry, pops."
"Sorry, da'." Liam's reply followed soon after,
and then he looks at Kathy. "Sorry Kittie Kat."
Kathy nodded. "It's a'right Liam." As soon as her
father looked at Liam, she stuck her tongue out at
him.
"Can I go back to work now?" Liam sighed
glancing at his dad.
"Well, that's what I'm paying you for ain't I?"
Marcus snorted. "Now you listen good you
scoundrals Mr. Lester is going to be in around
five and his truck better damn well be fixed. Now
Kathy dear get your ass up to the house and start
dinner. We should be closing up shop around six
thirty and I expect dinner to be ready. Now get
your lazy good for nothing asses back to work.
I'll be in the office doing the ordering---okay?"
All at one the children answered. "Okay Dad."
Kathy headed back to the house and the boys
went back to the garage.
Half way in Charles whispered to Liam. "Daddy's
boy."
Liam elbowed Charles in the face and just kept
walking, yelling behind him. "Fuck you,
Charlie!" Charles groaned holding his mouth, but
went back to work when he saw his father
looking his way.
***
William Francis LaCroix left his meeting for
home. Turning on his fog-lights, he headed up the
hill, his Mercedes humming along. He checked
his watch turning away from the road for only a
moment, but by the time he looked back up it was
just in time to swerve away from a deer. His car
hits a ditch, then leaps over a small embankment
to hit a tree. The hood of the car crunches up, the
air bag explodes out saving William from
slamming into the windshield.
Groaning William reached over weakly pushing
the emergency call button on his cell phone.
***
25 minutes later

At the LaCroix residence the phone rang sending
Mary, the maid, running out to the back porch,
the phone clutched in her hand. "Madam...
Madam it's, sir. Madam he's on his way to the
hospital madam he got in a wreck."
Gertrude leapt up her hand covering her mouth.
"Oh, my god...is he? Oh, my god...please no."
"No...no madam they say the airbag saved him.
Just nicks and cuts, but they have to take him just
in case he got a concussion."

Gertrude grabbed the edge of her chair beginning
to sway. "Oh, thank god."

"Mum!" William was on his feet in seconds
wrapping his arms around her protectively. "It'll
be okay, mum. You heard Mary...he's fine." He
helped her settle back in the chair, then took the
phone from Mary. Speaking to the State Troopers
as he squeezed his mother's trembling hand. The
officer who had answered the call explained to
him the entire situation in a calm smooth voice.
With a quick 'thanks' he shut off the phone, then
handed it back to Mary. "Now Mary, luv...have
the chauffeur come round give mum a lift to the
hospital. I'll take care of everything else."
Mary curtsied quickly, then vanished into the
house.
"Mum..." he knelt at her feet smiling softly,
"...father will be okay. I sent Mary to get the
driver. They took him to Tri-Ward General in
Bernice. I'm going to send Mary with you---
okay? They're towing father's car to Garrigan's
Auto Body. I'll take care of that." He helped her
to her feet guiding her back through the house to
the front door where Mary is waiting. "Take care
of her Mary." William smiled.
Nodding Mary took Gertrude's hand, but
Gertrude turned away quickly grabbing William's
face gently. "You make sure Marcus takes care of
your daddy's car. I know he will...but be sure.
And you be safe baby. I'll be home with your
father soon." Kissing him, she lets Mary lead her
out to the car waiting.
TBC