Making It Count

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Making it Count - Part I

Interlude 3.24

Uploaded on 12/26/2009

Sin tilted his head back against the driver's seat and tried not to allow his eyes to slide closed. His long fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as he guided the rented truck down the winding mountain road. He tried to focus on the sharp turns and not the feel of Boyd's mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Fuck," he uttered hoarsely as Boyd's mouth briefly withdrew.

The blond agent smirked to himself and shifted into a position that would allow more access to Sin's lap. He wound up hunkered down in the passenger seat and twisted sideways.

"Eyes on the road, Vega," Boyd drawled and took Sin in his mouth again.

Sin bit down on his lower lip, his fingers clenching the wheel tighter. The feel of those full lips and wet mouth gliding over his erection would never get old. He dropped one hand from the wheel and gripped the back of Boyd's head, flexing his fingers as Boyd took him down to the base.

"Ah..." Sin uttered in a high, strained voice, releasing a shuddering gasp and a swear in Mandarin.

Boyd made a sound deep in his throat that vibrated around Sin's dick. Sin's mouth dropped open and he released a breathless series of desperate moans that filled the car and mingled with the music that was playing.

The road was relatively empty and surrounded by trees, which was fortunate. The town in northern Vermont was small and he and Boyd stood out enough without vehicular sex adding to it. Sin had chosen the town because of its distance from any major cities and its relative isolation. It was only an hour away from Canada and surrounded by state parks and mountains.

Sometimes it was easy to forget the fact that the war hadn't damaged every part of the country. Sin hadn't seen such pristine and untouched beauty in nature since he'd been a child.

But right now he couldn't focus on the scenic road, the trees, the moose crossing signs or the green mountains that soared above the forests and went well into the sky. The only nature he could focus on was the sheer animal instinct to thrust violently into Boyd's talented mouth.

Boyd was giving it to him wet and sloppy, just the way Sin liked it. He liked the feel of Boyd slavering on his dick, of saliva and precum glistening on Boyd's lips. There was something incredibly hot about Boyd playing the part of the dick hungry whore but when he glanced up at Sin with a smoldering look, Sin reminded himself that Boyd wasn't really playing. Over the past few years he'd become a connoisseur of oral sex; it turned him on almost as much as getting fucked.

"Yes," Sin moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he began fucking Boyd's mouth faster. "God, yes."

He bucked his hips frantically, feeling Boyd's saliva running down his shaft and into his pubic hair. He could feel Boyd's lips tightening around his thick cock and Boyd's jaw working as he took the length of it deep into his throat.

The pressure in Sin's stomach began to build overwhelmingly and lights sparked behind his eyes as he briefly squeezed them shut.

Sin was practically hunched over the steering wheel, his breath coming out in frantic sobs as he did his best to come in the two minutes they had left before he turned into the town.

The muscles in Sin's body tensed like springs on the verge of snapping. He turned onto the edge of Main Street and came explosively in Boyd's mouth with a strangled shout. Boyd swallowed easily, his throat still working around Sin's cock as he took in every drop.

Sin's lower lip was torn and bleeding from the pressure of his teeth biting down on it. He slumped back into the seat and tried to ignore that his vision seemed off somehow, as though an explosion had gone off behind his eyes.

Boyd zipped up Sin's pants and slid up nonchalantly just as Sin guided the car alongside the sidewalk and stopped. He wiped his mouth with his hand and glanced out the window calmly, as if he hadn't just finished giving a world class blow job. He observed Main Street, literally the town's main street, and the group of five stores that were on it.

Sin didn't move. He stared at Boyd from beneath nearly closed eyelids and fought the urge to drag Boyd across the center console and kiss him savagely.

Sin didn't know if Boyd felt his gaze on him or if he saw the reflection in the window, but after a moment he looked over. A self-satisfied smirk stretched his lips. "Now who's the troublemaker?"

"You're the one deep throating me while I'm driving," Sin replied flatly, eyes burning like green fire as he stared at his lover.

Boyd shrugged but still seemed quite pleased with himself. "It was too tempting." His fingers curled around the door handle and he was out of the truck before Sin had the chance to respond. "Let's go," he said as he shut the door.

Sin took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the truck, subtly fixing his pants before they entered the store. It looked more like a convenience store than a grocery store but there did seem to be a variety of things crammed inside.

The cashier at the front of the store looked at them curiously as they went inside and Sin ignored his gaze. He followed Boyd into the dairy section and reached out to idly wrap his fingers around Boyd's shoulder, squeezing slightly and moving closer to him.

Boyd paused and looked over his shoulder questioningly.

Sin's eyes flicked over him before he moved in until his body was nearly pressing Boyd's against the refrigerator doors. "Don't you want to get off?" he asked in Boyd's ear, his voice nearly a whisper.

A shiver ran through Boyd that was unrelated to the temperature of the refrigerator doors. His fingers twitched at his sides but there was disbelief in his voice when he said quietly, "Here?"

"No," Sin replied, rubbing his mouth against Boyd's earlobe before shifting to press a kiss to the side of his neck. "But--"

Footsteps could be heard coming closer to the aisle and Sin backed off reluctantly, casting a dark glare at two teenage girls carrying fishing equipment and chattering loudly.

One of them, a blond girl named Cassie judging by her friend's rambling, fell silent and looked rather startled in Sin's direction. She paused, subconsciously moving away from him. The other girl, a brunette, looked between Boyd and Sin curiously. When she saw Sin's look, she also fell silent and the two of them shuffled past the agents with sidelong glances.

When they were down the aisle, they started whispering to each other. Sin could hear them wondering about who the two strangers were and how they were pretty hot if it weren't for the death glare. The girls turned the corner and headed toward the cashier.

Boyd watched the girls disappear before turning back to Sin with a faint, bemused smirk. He moved in closer to Sin and said under his breath, "Guess we'll have to finish that later."

"I was going to suggest we just go back to the cabin, anyway."

Boyd studied Sin and it was clear he was tempted to agree but then he looked away with a slight frown. "After we get supplies." He looked distractedly at the refrigerator section, which displayed a variety of milk, cheese, and an assortment of beverages. "What do you want for the next few days? Aside from candy."

"I don't know," Sin replied with a scowl, crossing his arms over his chest. "It doesn't really matter to me."

"Why are you the one so put out?" Boyd asked with a quirked eyebrow. "At least you got off."

Sin arched a brow. "So? Maybe I like to reciprocate."

"Hmm." A small smile played on Boyd's lips before he turned and headed down the main aisle.

They picked up a basket and loaded it with the freshest-looking produce Sin had ever seen outside of the Agency, including a couple of nicely cut steaks that he planned to cook using the grill. The basket was full to overflowing by the time they reached the register and Sin grabbed a few more snacks along the way.

The girls were still hanging out at the counter when they got there even though they'd obviously already finished their purchases. Cassie was holding a clear bag of what appeared to be deli sandwiches.

"She must be freaking the eff out," she was saying to the guy behind the counter. Her face was pressed in what appeared to be genuine sympathy. "Angela and me tried to call over there but the line was just busy..."

The boy didn't seem surprised by that. "Yeah, well I doubt she has much hope about Kitty coming back."

"This could be something else, though," the brunette, presumably Angela interjected sharply. "She was like pretty upset these days, maybe she just ran away."

The cashier just shrugged apathetically and looked at Sin and Boyd. He smiled briefly, showing off glinting braces with red rubber bands. "Sorry about that, these girls won't piss off and let me do my work."

Boyd glanced at the two girls before turning his attention to the cashier. He shrugged and set the basket on the counter. "It's no trouble."

"We're not just standing around yapping with him," Cassie said with an eyeroll, discreetly looking at Sin and Boyd. "He wishes."

"Yeah. We're talking about this," Angela added, indicating a newspaper that sat on the side of the counter.

The headline read, Local Resident Disappears into the Woods. There was a picture of a smiling teenage girl on the cover with the caption 'Kitty Green.'

Sin's eyes flicked over the article quickly, ingesting the information. Apparently dogs had tracked her scent into the nearby woods before it abruptly disappeared, despite the fact that there were no roads nearby or tracks from vehicles.

Boyd leaned over, his arm brushing against Sin's as he skimmed the article. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking over at Angela and Cassie. "The fifth time this has happened?"

Cassie nodded at him and adjusted the grip on her fishing rod. She glanced over at Sin as if to make sure he was also paying attention before speaking. "For the past fifty years, every few years around this time someone disappears without a trace."

"It's completely fucking weird," Angela added with narrowed eyes.

Boyd looked between the two with a slightly skeptical tilt of his eyebrow. "The same way as that girl did? With the trail going cold?"

"Yeah," the boy replied with yet another uncaring shrug. "Always the same spot or whatever. People think it's some weird serial killer dude or some kind of I dunno, ghost."

Sin stared at him. "A ghost."

"I'm just repeating what I heard, dude," the kid replied, ringing up their groceries.

"Fifty years is a long time to have a trend like that," Boyd observed and Cassie nodded.

"Yeah but we have records going back," Cassie explained, perhaps reading in Boyd's expression that he wondered about the validity of the claim. "Old newspapers and the like."

"What about the recent investigations?" Boyd asked with a faint frown, seeming distracted by the details of the case. He either didn't hear the mention of a ghost or wasn't moved by it. "Are the same people investigating each time? Are the same dogs used?"

Angela shook her head. "They always call for help from bigger cities with actual crime labs. We're too small to have anything like that. Different people come with different dogs."

Boyd's eyes narrowed in thought and when Sin glanced over, he could see that Boyd was starting to become intrigued by this. "Is there a connection between the victims?"

The three locals looked at each other and ultimately Cassie was the one who shrugged. "Not really. Everyone's been different ages. Kitty's the third girl to disappear," she added with a disturbed frown.

"What about their families?" Boyd pressed.

"They're devastated," Cassie said with a shake of her head. "But not everyone had one. Old Man Jensen was all alone."

"The only thing in common between all of them is they went out alone, usually on a short errand, and never came back," Angela added.

"It's not possible they planned to run away?" Boyd asked. He looked over at Angela. "You said Kitty's been upset."

"They always seem like they planned to come back," the cashier said as he continued to ring up the items from Boyd and Sin's basket. "Wallets or keys left inside, tvs on, sometimes food cooking..." He looked at Boyd and Sin with a shrug. "That's why it's so weird."

"Miss Wilkinson two years ago even left her baby crying and her door unlocked," Angela put in, her eyes narrowed as she leaned against the counter. "It doesn't make sense. She and her husband tried for years to have a kid. She was so excited when she got pregnant. There's no way she would've left her baby alone except for maybe a few minutes for something really important."

Sin looked between them and said nothing. The disappearances sounded strange enough and he thought it was likely that there was indeed a serial killer lurking around the town.

"They disappear in the same spot too," the cashier said. He was putting their items in plastic bags that crinkled quietly each time he moved them.

"Where is it exactly?" Boyd asked. Although he was looking at the cashier, it was Cassie who replied.

"You know where the restaurant is?"

"Bob and Carol's?" Boyd asked and when Cassie nodded, he nodded in return. "I saw it when we parked."

"Well, if you go straight east from there into the woods about three miles and then go north about 200 feet, you'll find it. It's a small clearing in the middle of nowhere, you can't miss it." Cassie looked between Boyd and Sin seriously. "I wouldn't go in there at night, though. It's creepy."

"I don't even like going there during the day," Angela said, crossing her arms and pulling them closer to her. "I always feel like something's gonna happen."

"Well, no one's been taken out of the woods yet so you're probably safer there than anywhere," the cashier said offhandedly. He dropped the last candy bar in the bag and rang up the total.

Boyd handed the cashier a wad of money without bothering to ask exactly how much. Instead, he was looking at the two girls. "There's no one in town who seems strange?"

Cassie let out a laugh at that. "There's plenty of those folk but no, nothing obvious. Everyone's been interviewed up, down and sideways since the first disappearance, even back in the day when it first started happening, and nothing new comes of it. If it's a serial killer, it's someone who disappears with the wind and leaves less of a trace. And even then, why would he care about this place?"

Boyd studied her for a moment and then said, "If there's a belief it's a ghost, there has to be a story that goes along with it."

"Oh, there is," Angela agreed.

Sin made a face and picked up the bags, not really wanting to hear it. Boyd seemed interested though, so he refrained from leaving.

"The story goes, fifty years ago, this girl named Annie wandered into the woods and got lost. The other kids made fun of her and she lived alone 'cause her dad had died the year before and she'd been abandoned by her crazy grandma. No one cared about her. She was missing for like ten days before her dog finally tracked her down. They found her dead, her body all mangled and bloody, but no one ever knew what killed her. She'd been killed in the spot people go missing now." Angela's voice was heavy when she relayed that tidbit.

"Ever since then, in no real pattern of years we can figure but always on the day of her death, someone goes missing. They get tracked to that spot where they vanish like they never existed. And they're never seen again."

"People say her ghost's vengeful 'cause no one in town cared about her," Cassie added ominously, raising her eyebrows. "They say only dogs can track the people to that place but after that, Annie takes them away and that's why the trail goes cold."

Boyd watched them with a mildly thoughtful look before he glanced over at Sin. Seeing his lover holding the bags and apparently ready to leave, Boyd turned back to the locals. "Interesting. I guess we'd better be careful then."

Sin detected the mild way Boyd said that and that he probably wasn't taking this fully seriously but Cassie and Angela nodded intently. "Just don't go anywhere alone and you should be okay."

Boyd nodded and turned, glancing at Sin before he headed toward the door.

"Have a nice day," the cashier said in the same bored tone.

Sin strode outside and over to the back of the truck. He began loading the groceries in and gave Boyd a dull look. "Was there a reason for you to extend that pointless conversation?"

"To increase your sexual frustration so it's even hotter when we get back to the cabin?" Boyd offered innocently.

Sin shook his head, going around the side of the truck. They'd rented it specifically for the road trip and he'd decided that he was going to be the one driving for a change.

Boyd hopped into the passenger seat and waited until they were both inside with the doors closed before he continued more seriously. "Actually, I was just intrigued when they first mentioned it. You have to admit, it's strange. Even if there is a serial killer, why terrorize this small town in the middle of nowhere unless it's personal?"

"Most serial killers are insane and don't have logical reasons behind their behavior," Sin replied as he started up the truck and pulled away from the sidewalk. He guided the vehicle up the hill that led away from Main Street and towards the woods. "It's probably a lunatic who is using that spot for the sole purpose of gaining attention and notoriety."

"Yeah but no one's even going to know about it here except the locals," Boyd said, leaning his arm against the door as he absently watched the trees swish by. "And no one even seems that terrified. Not to mention, even serial killers often have some sort of victim pool. This is completely random."

"I'd be surprised if the story wasn't widespread in these parts, especially since the child mentioned outside help being brought in."

"True," Boyd said with a tilt of his head. Even so, he still seemed thoughtful as he continued to stare out the window.

The drive to the cabin was a brief one but beautifully scenic. They went through a covered wooden bridge that sat above a stream with the clearest water that Sin had ever seen. Right before entering the property where the cabins were located, they drove by a field with the mountains looming in the background. It was picturesque and looked untouched by anything man-made.

The property itself was large and in the midst of the woods although some of the trees had been cleared away from the site to make space for a recreational center near the office, a playground and a pond. The entire place had a very welcoming feel about it and Sin imagined that if the economy would pick up, business at the lodge would likely be quite hectic.

He drove away from the main area and further into the woods where their cabin was situated. The set up of the cabins was one of the main reasons he'd chosen this particular lodge. They were far enough apart to ensure a lot of privacy even if Boyd screamed at the top of his lungs while getting his ass pounded.

The truck stopped just beside the cabin and he got out. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah," Boyd said, getting out of the truck and shutting the door behind him. He moved toward the bed of the truck and pulled down the hatch. He raised his eyebrows and looked over at Sin. "Are you offering to make me food?"

Sin snorted and took the keys to the cabin out of his pocket. The cabin was more modernized than he'd originally envisioned it as but he found that he liked it that way. It had energy-saver electric appliances, a wood-burning fireplace and a television with cable. The fact that there was a jacuzzi included had helped.

"I'm too hungry to wait for you to figure out how to light a grill."

"Fuck you," Boyd said with a laugh, gathering up several of the bags.

"After we eat," Sin replied with a smirk.

Boyd returned the smirk with one of his own.

Once inside, Sin began to season the steaks while Boyd put away the rest of the food.

Boyd kept looking at Sin sidelong as he opened cupboards and balled up the empty bags. "Was this part of Emilio training?" he asked curiously, pushing the bags into one open one. "Otherwise, I don't see how a man who eats refrigerated candy bars for breakfast knows how to properly grill a steak."

"It's not exactly rocket science," Sin replied with a scoff. "But I do know how to prepare certain foods due to my time with my father. He cooks very well and typically prepares everything himself."

Boyd made a 'hmm' sound and considered that as he put away the last can. He shut the cupboard and shoved the bag filled with bags into an empty cabinet.

He walked over to Sin and moved in behind him, lightly pressing their bodies together and wrapping his arms loosely around Sin's lower stomach. He rested his cheek against Sin's back and looked at what he could see of the ingredients spread out before them.

"I guess I should be grateful, then," Boyd said idly, his cheek briefly rubbing against the fabric of Sin's shirt when he shifted his head. "I like it when you're domestic."

Sin didn't stop the small smirk from sliding across his mouth. "Don't get used to it. I like having chips for dinner. What do you want with this anyway?"

Boyd moved his shoulders in a small shrug without bothering to move away from Sin. "Whatever's easy. We got some potatoes earlier, didn't we?"

"Yeah." Sin slid away from Boyd's hold and wiped his hands on a towel. He grabbed the bag of charcoal they'd gotten from the office and he skimmed the directions. It was apparently a self-lighting bag and lighter fluid wasn't needed. He arched an eyebrow doubtfully, wondering if it would burn hot enough.

Boyd leaned against the counter and watched Sin thoughtfully. "You weren't interested at all in what they said earlier?"

"Not particularly."

"Why not?"

"Why should I be?" Sin picked up the bag of charcoal and walked to the door of the cabin, heading outside and to the small grill that sat below the steps.

"I don't know," Boyd answered, trailing behind Sin and stopping at the steps. "It's not something we hear about every day."

Sin snorted and dropped the bag at his feet as he examined the grill. It was covered in debris and the remains of someone else's burned charcoal. He picked up the brush at the side and began cleaning it off as he said, "Yes, hearing about death and disappearances is very out of the norm for me."

Boyd rolled his eyes and sat down on the top step. He rested his arms on his knees and made no attempt to help Sin clean the grill. "Yes but usually we're the ones doing the disappearing. This time it's a mystery."

"Maybe you should call Ivan and the two of you could go investigate." Sin swiped the brush across the grill again and tossed it aside before grabbing the charcoal.

Boyd scoffed quietly and leaned back on his hands, turning his attention to the woods with a narrow-eyed gaze. "I think I'm going to check out that spot tomorrow. You're welcome to come if you want."

"Not afraid the ghost is going to pop out at you?" Sin shoved the bag of charcoal onto the grill and lit the paper. He was doubtful about how hot it would burn but figured it was better than nothing.

A faint smirk crossed Boyd's features. "I like ghost stories but I'm not worried. The ghost's met her quota for the year."

"Maybe." Sin watched the rest of the bag burn and poked at the coals for a bit. "Hopefully she will make an exception for you so that you learn your lesson about butting into business that has nothing to do with you."

Boyd fell silent as he considered Sin for a moment. His expression was pensive despite the fact that Sin wasn't being entirely serious. A flash of hesitation moved through his eyes that was gone almost before Sin noticed it. Whatever may have been going through his head, Boyd dismissed it.

"Well," Boyd said belatedly with a shrug, "it won't hurt anything if I look around. Plenty of other people have. I'm just curious what that spot looks like."

Sin shrugged, knowing it was a lost cause even attempting to talk Boyd out of it and he wasn't extremely passionate about the subject to begin with. If the authorities had failed to find clues, he highly doubted they would. Thus, they would not somehow be drawn into the case as would be their rotten luck if they did.

Instead of going on with the topic and speaking his thoughts, Sin turned and headed back to the house to get the steaks. It occurred to him that he should have prepared the potatoes first but the meat had looked too tempting. The pre-made potato salad they'd bought from the market would suffice for a side dish.

"This place would be a good area for you to train," he said as he went back inside.

"Yeah," Boyd's voice came from outside through the open door. "I was thinking about that earlier. I wanted to do some hiking and bring my sketchbook, too."

"That is not conducive to training."

"I meant them as separate events," Boyd said in amusement. "I'm not going to train all week."

Sin didn't reply until the steaks were carefully placed on the grill and it was covered. "Well, let me know when you want to. It will be interesting to see how well you do."

"Maybe I'll even beat you," Boyd said thoughtfully. "For a second."

There was silence for a moment before Sin simply gave his partner a discreet half-smile. "We'll see."

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