Title: Bayou Boys 2/?
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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Pet – prettygirlryoko@yahoo.com
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***
Sitting at his desk Marcus finished the final order call
to the supply company with a frustrated grunt. He hated
this part of the job, but since his wife Margaret had
passed three months ago there was no one else to do
this.
With a soft sigh he stubbed out his Pall Mall in the
overflowing ashtray and took a swig of pop. Slowly he
pulled himself from the chair with a grunt of pain his
knees popping like fireworks. He had hoped to have the
shop closed up by six, but some damn fool had wrecked
their Mercedes out on 161 and the tow service would
be here in a few moments.
Frankly he was getting to old for this shit, but if he left
now he was afraid his two boys would destroy the
business. The two of them weren't ready yet to take on
the responsibility, but if he had his way their asses
would be whupped into shape by October at the latest.
Hobbling out to the front of the garage he lit up another
Pall Mall and grimaced at the throb in his knees as the
tow truck pulled into the drive. Charlie hopped out of
the cab the drivers side with one of the garages
employees. With a big grin on his face he looked at his
father.
"Guess whose pretty car it is, pops."

Marcus snorted taking another drag of his smoke.
"Don't right know, but what I do know is any damn fool
that wrecks a car over a damn deer don't deserve to
drive a Mercedes." He exhaled, then limped over to his
son patting him on the back. "I reckon you'll tell me
though with way too much glee."
Charlie's grin grew impossibly wider as he stood stiff
and straight. Putting his hands on his shirt front he held
it as if he were holding jacket lapels. Then he said with
a very stiff upper lip. "Well, none other than Mr.
William Francis LaCroix that's who."

Rolling his eyes Marcus flipped his butt into the gravel
and shook his head. "Stuck up bastard. I should have
figured it'd be his sorry ass. I'm telling ya boy since he
made his money he acts like his shit don't stink. Funny
thing is I recall kicking his sorry ass more than once
back when we was kids." He chuckled as he took the
clipboard from Charles and read over it. "This'll cost a
pretty penny from his tight ass."
Charlie chuckled just as the phone rang, picking it up
he answered. "Garrigan's the home of the swamps best
auto boys at your service. Oh, it's you...no...no, sir. No
disrespect...of course. Ah huh...ah huh...of course, sir,
of course. Yes...yes I understand. Moneys no object
huh? Well, all right then. Yeah...yeah...okay vacation.
Uh huh...send someone to check on it...all right. All
right, sir. Of course, sir...you bet...okay yeah...bye."
Slamming the phone down he sighed. "Two guesses
who that was and the first one is fuckin' right."

Another snort escaped Marcus as he lowered himself in
the rickety office chair. "I'd be betting good money and
a pig in a poke that was the less than amusing stiff
upper lip."
"The very same one." Charles replied with a bored
tone.
Just then Liam appeared in the doorway his face
unreadable. "Why did you call him 'sir'?"
"Cause ya idiot you don't talk down to your payment
thats why."
"Charlie...fuck him! If you ask me we should all take a
sledge and go in there...finish the job the tree started."
Liam snapped bitterly
Kathy sighed rolling the gum from her mouth around
her finger. "Here we go the LaCroix hatred of Liam
Garrigan...take three million and four."
"Shut up...Kittie Kat!" Liam spit out.
"Make me!" Kathy retorted back.
"Katherine!" Marcus barked. "Get your sassy ass back
up to the house this ain't none of your concern."
He pulled himself to his feet and walks up to his
youngest. "Now you listen good Liam Marcus
Garrigan." His voice lowered and took on a dangerous
edge. "I don't care for the prick myself, but you're
gonna have to use the common sense the good lord
gave ya. That prick and all those others that you hate so
much have provided the roof over your head, clothes on
your back, and food in your belly. It ain't as if we have
a choice about whose money we take and I'll thank you
to keep a civil tongue in your mouth."
Liam glared daggers at his father, but nodded tensely
then turned to murmur. "I don't hate all rich people. I
liked one before that 'particular' bastard sent him
away."
Charlie sighed in understanding. He'd heard this before
over and over in the past ten years. "Well, that
'particular' bastard has someone who will check on his
precious car while he's away and he don't want no one
but us three to touch it. So you good bro'...or no?"
Back twitching Liam nodded stiffly. "I'll fix the
fucker's car...he won't know the difference. After all it
isn't like he notices much of anything as it is---children
included." With those last two words Liam disappears
out the door.
Leaning against the counter Charlie sighed. "Damn he
ain't ever gonna let that go."

"Aye..." Marcus nodded deep in thought, "...weren't
right for him to send little Will away, but the little one
didn't have much choice. Liam loved him something
fierce took care of him like a little brother. I recall
seeing little Will right afore they sent him over there.
Poor little guy was sitting in the town square crying his
eyes out...he was. Felt bad I did. Even tried to talk to
that prick of a father of his. I was told to keep my
grease monkey nose out of their private family
matters."
He sighed heavily and patted Charles on the back.
"Somethings ya can't change Charlie boy...no matter
how much ya wish ya could." He hobbled back to the
desk and settled in the chair. "I want ya to keep an eye
on your little brother. Make sure he's okay." Then he
looked down at the books slipping his reading glasses
from his shirt pocket.
Charlie nodded. "Thats what I do best, pops. Big bro'
it's my job." Then he slipped away into the garage.
***

September 1988

School had let out for the day and William was on his
way home praying he wouldn't run into any of Buster's
boys. He hated them so much that it made it hard to
breathe even with his medicine.
He was the laughing stock of Junction Elementary and
all his dad could say was 'buck up trooper'.
Be a man.
Gripping the handle bars of his second hand bike he
peddled harder with his scrawny little legs, his bright
blue eyes wide and owlish behind the wire rim glasses
as he looked left and right.

Just out of his line of vision a rock came whizzing by
causing him to lose his balance and tip his bike. As
soon as he hit the ground a loud piggish snort of
laughter could be heard from the woods, then two fat
legs followed by a fat gut and an even fatter face
appeared.
Buster Baggins, the main bully of Junction City and
where Buster came Herbert or Herbie followed. As if
on cue the scrawny, almost alien looking sidekick to
fat-assed Buster appeared laughing along in some kind
of parody to Buster's laugh.
"Well, if it isn't wee whittle wheezy Willy."
Herbie snorted, then repeated like a parrot. "Wheezy
Willy! Wheezy Willy!"

William crawled on his knees in the gravel biting his
lip to swallow back the whimpers as he patted the
gravel looking for his glasses. "Leave...leave me
alone...Bus...buster..." he wheezed as he began to panic.
His lower lip trembled as he found his glasses and set
them back on his nose. One ear piece was bent and he
hoped momma could fix it when he got home.
"I...I...never did nuthin' to you." His eyes begin to
glisten. "A...all I want ta do is go h...home." He reached
for his bike pulling it upright.
Buster puts his fists up to his eyes and mocked crying.
"Boo hoo...Wheezy Willy wants to go home. Aww...
poor little Willy." He looked over at Herbie. "Herbie
we should let him go home."
Herbie nodded. "Oh, yeah what were we thinkin',
we're so mean."
Buster actually appeared to be repentant as he walked
over to William holding out his hand. "Here let me help
you. I'm sorry we were jerks."

Blinking William swallowed and reached out for
Buster's hand. "I...it's...c...c...cool..." he smiled a watery
smile.

Buster then smiled evilly pulling his hand back and
started to laugh uproariously. Walking forward Herbie
pushed William back to the ground. "Stay down ya
freak!"
Reaching down Buster grabbed a handful of shirt
pulling back his fist. "Time for a lesson about freaks in
our town wheezy. Your daddy really should toughen ya
up yer a disgrace...maybe I can teach ya a lesson." He
grinned again and swung his fist forward.
Fast as lightening the fist was caught and held tight by
a skinny but muscled boy. He held it back from
connecting with William's face with a grim smile.
"Buster you fat fucker what ya doin'? Ya momma not
give you hot dog money so now your tryin' to eat the
populace. Really now that's just unseemly."
Buster snarled trying to pull his fist away, but only
succeeds in getting it gripped tighter.
"Now...now Buster no need to get all womanly. I
understand ya have a problem with carbs Momma
explained it to me. Truly it's okay, but ya might want to
cut back on the lard fat ass."
Herbie tried to snake behind the boy currently holding
his best friend's fist, only to be grabbed around the
throat by a huge arm.
"Hey, what the fuck!"
The arm tightened and a low voice boomed out. "Don't
ya touch Liam...ya hear? I wouldn't want ta break ya
face."
Liam smiled at his brother. "Now...now, Charlie. No
need to make Herbie piss his pants."
Herbie seemed to agree as he struggled to stay clam.
Charlie snorted, then nodded. "Sorry, Herbie maybe
though you might want to get ya momma to invest in
those depends your daddy seems ta like so much."
Laughing Liam turned back to Buster. "Now see this is
how it is going to work. You're going to go the hell
away and leave the boy alone...I mean...FOREVER!
Buster this shit has to stop and I'm stopping it...NOW!"
"Got me?" Liam squeezed his fist as hard as he could
manage.
Buster's eyes started to water as he nodded---fast and
hard---his head practically bobbing off his neck. Liam
pushed Buster back on his ass standing over him.
"Good now fuck off ya fat bastard before I feed you to
the 'gators."
Buster whimpered scrambling to his feet screaming as
he ran away. Charles lets go of Herbie right after with a
booming 'Boo' making Herbie squeal like a girl and
follow along. When they are far enough gone both boys
dropped to the ground, laughing hard.
"Did you see lard asses face?" Liam pushes out in
between hard gasps.
Charlie laughed harder nodding as he held his stomach.

Off to the side William sat huddled, tears streaking his
dirty face and his hand torn up by the fall into the
gravel road. He was trying to breathe, but it was hard.
His thin chest heaved as he felt his throat close up.
Loud wheezing noises escaped his mouth as he tried to
suck air in, but he just couldn't seem to get enough. He
desperately crawled across the ground to his backpack
trying to find his inhaler as his lips started to turn blue.
Seeing that Liam rushed over to William. "Hey...hey
now shh...shh it's over . It's over now I swear we took
care of fat bastard and slim stupid I swear. Calm down,
breathe...come on now. What's your name? Come on
talk to me...breathe and talk to me."

Whimpering William looked up with wide wet eyes at
his hero and tried to talk. "...a...as...ma...hur...hurts...
in..inhale..." he wheezed out as his tiny hands flailed at
the backpack. "...med...medi...cine..." he gasped hoping
his dark eyed guardian angel would understand.
Liam seemed to catch on and he wrenched open the bag
looking for what the littler boy needed. He found the
inhaler and shook it fast uncapping it to hold it to the
boy's lips. "Here...come on now."

Hands folding over Liam's he sucked hard on the
inhaler desperately. As the medicine slowly took effect
his breathing eased and he smiled weakly at the boy
kneeling next to him.
"W...wi...william..." he whispered his cheeks flaming
bright red.
Liam grinned. "William...good strong name. But I'll
call you something different. I call everybody
something different." He smiled brilliantly patting
William's shoulder. "Will...I'll call you Will." He held
out his hand in an offer of a shake. "Hello, Will I'm
Liam."

William glanced nervously at Liam's hand then
tentatively took it. Liam's hands were so big, he
thought, but then he was small---even for six years old.
"Hi, Liam..." he whispered softly scrubbing at his eyes
with his other hand. "Momma says when someone
helps me...I...I should thank them." He blinked behind
the dusty lenses of his glasses and smiled shyly. "Thank
you, Liam."
Liam chuckled patting William's back again. "You're
welcome, Will. But you shouldn't have to thank me
much more. I'm going to take care of you from now on.
Be your best friend---how does that sound?"

His smile widened just a bit showing a gap toothed
smile. "M...my friend? I've ne...never had a friend
before..." he looked down at the ground his cheeks
growing redder.
Liam chuckled again lifting William's face to his own -
---his face honest and caring. "Well, ya do now, Will...
you do now."
Just then a cough resounded in the background and
Liam rolled his eyes. "That's Charlie my stupid brother
he wants you to thank him for being a stupid asshole.
Thank him real quick and say hi."

William looked up and blinked with wide eyes.
"Y...your brother?" Then he blushed even worse.
"Ch...Charlie...tha...thank you."
He looked into the dark face knowing now a bit why
Liam was so tough. His brother was a bit different than
Liam---he was black and that surprised William. He
knew that the black kids at school took a lot of shit and
he was sure that Liam---having a black brother---must
have taken a lot, too.
"It...it's nice to meet you." He stuttered out as Liam
helped him to his feet.
Charlie grinned walking over to clap William on the
back maybe a bit too hard. Which earned him a glare
from Liam, when William coughed.
"Way to go fuck stick."
"What? Sorry...damn I didn't know he was so frail."
"What are ya blind he's as tiny as a mouse idiot. Watch
what ya do huh?" Liam bitched as he straightened
William.
"Ya...ya damn ya. Just met him, Liam." Charles griped.
Liam shook his head picking up William's bike smiling
at him. "Don't matter soon it will seem like we always
knew each other. Now lets get ya home, Will."

Grinning wide William picked up his backpack and
trudged after Liam as fast as his tiny legs could carry
him.
"Cool..." he whispered, "...wait till I tell momma I have
a friend..."
***
Present
LaCroix Residence
The door opened and a tiny voice called out loudly.
"William, baby are you there help me with your father."
"I don't need help I'm not broken woman." William
griped as he walked through the door cradling his
bandaged arm.
"But, your arm."
"GERTI! I'm 'fine'." William stated firmly. "Only thing
I'm worrying about is my baby."
"Your car will be fine, William. It's in good hands."
"Sure you say that now, but those boys have it out for
me Gerti---as does Marcus. I should have sent the
Mercedes to the dealership and not Marcus's damn
shop."
Gerti frowned, but then plastered a chipper smile on her
face. "Honey...Marcus will fix the car and he needs the
work."
Marcus scowled, but nodded. "Fine. But I'm telling you
woman I should at least call back and tell them to make
sure Liam don't touch it. I can at least try to trust
Marcus, even Charles, but that Liam is trouble. He isn't
ever going to change."

"Father..." Will came down the stairs with a disapprov-
ing frown, "...I really don't bloody well understand you.
Marcus Garrigan is a good man and so are his sons."
Will sighed his thoughts drifting back almost a decade
to before he was packed up and sent away. Liam had
been his best friend and it sort of surprised him that he
was still in this poor excuse of a town. In high school
he'd been the star quarterback. He'd figured that Liam
would be playing in the pros by now.
"And Liam was my sodding friend...the only damn
friend I had until you decided to send me to bloody
London."
William glanced at his son, then pursed his lips. "Let
me tell you about your 'friend' William. Liam Garrigan
bummed his knee on the second to last game his senior
year effectively ruining his chance at any semblance of
a life. This of course made him a bitter typical statistic
in this town. Instead of earning his way into college
like most people should he didn't even bother. Just
shacked up with his father who thinks he 'does' no
wrong and started working in the shop. He hates rich
people because 'he' can't be one---he always has. And
since his mother died of cancer a few years back he's
become even more a handful. Drinking, whoring, and
pissing on our restaurant steps, spray painting our cars.
He's the town's newest pain in the ass. And he will
either get his due and get sent to jail or his father will
knock some damn sense into him and make something
out of him. So don't tell me about 'your' friend,
William. I know all about Liam Garrigan."
William turned storming off only to return getting very
close in Will's face. "And let me tell you this, William.
When we go on this vacation I do not---and I repeat
'DO NOT' want you to speak to that boy. Am I under-
stood?"

Everything that his father has said shocked him to his
core. Not that he believed half of it. Liam was always a
good friend and until he'd seen this troublemaker his
father was ranting about he'd never believe one bloody
fucking word of it.
"Oh, I understand you bloody fucking fine, father..." he
spit out in distaste. "I understand that you've been
nothing, but a sodding prick to the people who used to
be our bloody friends. Power corrupts...that's what they
say. In your case it rotted out your fucking soul." He
turned away stomping up the stairs. A few seconds later
his bedroom door slammed loudly.
William glared up the steps and Gertrude reached out,
but William pulled away. "Leave me be Gertie I don't
need coddled. But that boy will stay away from Liam
Garrigan. My boy has a future. Liam won't corrupt that
period." He stormed off heading towards his office.
Gertrude sighed looking up the steps, then climbed
them slowly. When she reached her son's door she
knocked softly. "Baby?"

"It's unlocked, mum." Came William's muffled reply.
"Come in."
Gertrude came inside closing the door behind her and
walked to the bed, sitting by her son. Her hand raised
carding through his hair. "I like this hair of yours. Your
father really needs to be more opened minded." She
smiled and started to hum knowing William would get
the inner meaning in her words. "You know at first
Liam and your father weren't so confrontational. But
after the hundredth letter that Liam brought to have it
sent to you he got a bit..." Gertrude sighed stroking her
son's face gently. "...pissed off. I tried to send them but
he always caught me. Said the boy was trouble, said he
was trash."
Gertrude's eyes watered a bit and she leaned over
kissing her son's cheek. "He just wanted you to know
he was still here and he still was your hero, even if he
couldn't be behind you. That boy...god...that boy cared
about you." Then she started to hum again gripping her
son's hands. "Been your wall and rock for seven years."
She looked into her William's eyes. "I don't know how
you survived without him baby. But you don't listen to
your father. You can't leave here without seeing him
just as much as you can't leave without seeing me.
Liam deserves to see your face. He deserves it a bit
more than your father. So you go to him---you see that
boy?"

William looked up at his mother with wide eyes that
shimmered. "He really wrote me letters, mum?" His
voice cracks as he speaks, then he takes a deep breath.
"I missed him something bloody awful...he was my
hero...my friend and I promise you I will see him. I
promise and father can kiss my bloody arse." He
smiled.
Gertrude nodded softly. "Oh, yes baby he wrote ya
many, many letters. Your father burnt most of them but
I managed to save a few. I'll find them and bring them
to ya before we leave tomorrow morning." She kissed
her son's cheek, stood, and walked to the door. Turning
back before she opened it she softly spoke. "Oh and
baby...make sure you get Liam pointed out for ya. He's
well how to say this as a married lady..." she grinned
as if trying to keep a big secret, then fanned her face.
"He's very...handsome and rugged. Very...very..." she
fanned harder, chuckling as her eyes sparkled. "Well,
what would you want to hear of that now---huh?" She
blew a kiss and opened the door stepping through, then
closed it softly behind her.
TBC