Auto

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GRIM COMBED through the bloody mops of curls on Auto's head.

"You didn't."

Auto flinched. "Ow, you dumbass, that hurt."

Grim forced Auto's head back where he put it, glaring at him in the mirror. "I told you stop moving. Now why did you break up with my Mama?"

Auto jerked back to glare at his best friend. "She is not your Mama!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too, she gave me cookies! Now turn around before I punch you in the throat."

"I rescued you, asswipe!"

Grim snorted, tugging hard on a strand of hair.

"You carried me out like a b***h, dickwad!"

"Someone's a little ungrateful," Auto mumbled.

"Stop changing the subject, dickwipe. Why did you leave her?"

Feeling like a gossiping girl, Auto growled. Grim smacked him upside the head.

"Don't growl at me! I'm your elder."

"By two months," Auto gritted out.

"Tomato, Tomato. Isn't Frankie overdue anyway?"

It was obvious Grim wasn't gonna let this go. "You need to be with her."

"She had the boys a month ago."

Grim gasped in complete and utter horror, smacking Autos head again. In anger, Auto turned around and punched him in the gut.

"Stop hitting me dickhole!"

"Why did you tell me?"

"Uh I was busy trying to save you from death?"

"That's no excuse! You should've told me. What's their names?"

Auto smiled. "Tommy and Jason."

Grim about fell out. "No!?!"

"Yep!"

"Get out!"

"Okay it's getting annoying now."

***

Auto wanted to see his family. But he just...what if Frankie didn't forgive him? What if she decided it was too late?

It had been two months, and he hadn't talked to her.

Tonya didn't eben know Grim was alive. Yet every time he thought to visit her, he was halted. The fear of rejection.

After all, he slept alone with two newborns. His sons. He abandoned her when she needed him most.

What was he going to do?

What would he say?

Sorry, I abandoned you with our twin newborns, I just needed some time to think.

Sounded like an excellent way to get murdered, quite frankly.

"So..." Grim trailed hesitantly, "How is my little tiger?"

"Who?" Auto fixed him woth a quizical expression.

Grim cleared his throat. "Tonya. How's Tonya?"

"Oh she's fine, I guess. She's the one who found ou."

"Really?"

Auto stared at Grin blankly. "Sounding a little too eager there man."

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Auto couldn't think of anything hit his family that night. More specifically the mother of his sons.

Even more specifically, how they were made.

He had let her sleep long enough. With a mischievous grin, Auto kissed the crook of her neck noisily, thumbing her brown n*****s until they peaked under his touch.

Frankie stirred, but didn't wake. So, relentless, Auto nibbled the flesh of her earlobe, probing her entrance.

She moistened instantly. Continuing his ministrations, he rubbed a tit, groping her.

"Goddamn you are blessed, baby doll."

At this point, Frankie had woken, moaning on both frustration and pleasure.

"I thought you were gonna let me sleep," She slurred.

He sighed dramatically, removing his hands just as she was beginning to enjoy it.

But Auto had a trick up his sleeve. After waiting a while, he weaseled under the covers, spreading her legs just far enough for him to fit between.

The he feasted on her, summoning her from sleep, libido flaming:

"Damn it!"

"You like being woken up with head baby doll?"

Her hands tightened in his hair.

"f**k yes!"

And that, he thought victoriously, is why I even suggested you sleep in the first place.

He licked her to orgasm, quickly mounting her.

"Ready baby?"

"Hurry!"

With a smirk, he kissed her, easing inside her battered walls, banging the headboard against the wall with each emphatic roll into her body.

"I swear," he panted, "You gonna get me evicted."

"Sorry!" she screamed.

He grinned. "Well, let's make sure the neighbors know my name."

"Auto!"