Mister Eddie

by Carla Jane

summary: A small 'Watch*men' ficlet that looks at Blake's time in Vietnam

warnings: domestic violence, foul language and sexual suggestion (het and slash)

disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They were created by people far more talented than me. I don't mean any harm and I'm not making a profit. This is just a little harmless speculation.

The  *  in Watch*men up there is to keep this off search engine radar because it's a hot topic right now.

He called her Sally just because her name was a pain in the ass to pronounce. Fuck anyone who might think there was some kind of psycho-shrink logic to it. The boy, her little brother, became Ozzy by the same kind of reasoning. They likely used their real names in the shack village that had sprung up around the edge of the base. Hell, they likely used their real names and their own language when he wasn’t around. Still, when Edward was present the two of them did their best to stick to the broken English they’d learned and they called each other ‘Sally’ and ‘Ozzy’, just like Mister Eddie had named them.

Eddie hadn’t planned on taking the girl in and he sure as hell didn’t plan on the girl’s brother moving into the little hut he called home these days. Eddie spent enough time out in rice-patties and in the jungle bashing in foreign heads that he didn’t need a live-in whore-housekeeper. Unfortunately more than one of the casual bits of ass that Eddie had picked up to blow off some tension with had proven that spies and assassins came in all ages and shapes. It was less stressful to have a piece of ass all his own, one that had proven both fun and reliable. He’d ended up with two pretty asses for the price of once when little brother filled in the first time Sally wasn’t ready and waiting with her legs spread when Eddie wanted to fuck.

A mouth was a mouth and an ass wasn’t that much different from a cunt. Tighter, dirtier and in need of slick, but not that much different. Sally and Ozzy’s blanket groans were close to the same. The boy even turned out to have an advantage. His belly didn’t start swelling up just two months after Eddie took the pair of them in full-time. Two months was too soon to be his, Eddie told himself. Sally had whored around a fair while before landing in Eddie’s bunk. The kid could have been blamed on a hundred different soldiers. The bump wasn’t attractive, although her tits increasing in size made Eddie happy. He grew pretty good at ignoring the bulge, sort of like he ignored Ozzy’s dick. It was just a matter of fucking them from behind.

Sally was a spitfire. Ozzy melted under a firm hand. That made it good no matter what kind of mission he was coming back from. If he wanted to conquer then Eddie would bare his teeth, tell the bitch to strip and shove her down when Sally didn’t move fast enough. She’d laugh, snap and wrestle against him. The girl was fun to take out drinking too. She made for an entertaining and attractive bracelet. When circumstances put Eddie in the mood for a body that would cave easily to his desires, one that would sooth his itch and then creep away and leave Eddie be, well, that was a good time to grab Ozzy by the hair and drag the boy to bed.