DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to Rob Zombie.

WARNING: Hi! Guess what!?

This is a House of 1000 Corpses fic, so there’s a lot of CUSSING and mature things going on here. (No porn though, sorry.)

This story also contains SLASH, slash: m/m or homosexual relationships, in this case between two BROTHERS (Sorta). So if you are offended by such things like an INCESTuous relationship, turn back now!!! *flashing red lights*

(So, it has cussing, and homosexual incest if ya just paid attention to the caps haha)

Pairings: Otis B. Driftwood/Rufus ‘R.J.’ Firefly

Dedicated to all of you Bill lovers ;)

Fucking Valentine’s Day

Otis’ nineteen year old eyes opened as the last rays of the sun shown through the tiny slit between his curtains. He smiled and rolled over, thinking of last night.

It had been a very fruitful Friday the 13th.

One even Jason would envy.

Otis sighed happily as he smelled the old blood splashed in the room.

But his happy thoughts came to a quick end when he remembered what today was.

Valentine’s Day.

Goddamn Singles Awareness Day.

Otis growled, getting out of bed and throwing on some clothes. He went down to the basement, not stopping at the kitchen, he had lost his appetite.

For food at least.

Thank the Devil he left some bodies kickin’ from the other night. They were going to provide Otis a nice venting source until tomorrow.

“Where the fuck is that lead pipe.” Thought Otis aloud. The semi-conscious girl was coming to as he shoved things around, she looked at him not really realizing what was happening.

“Aha!” Otis exclaimed, holding the pipe up. He looked to the girl with a sinister grin, unable to not take pleasure in seeing the fear enter her eyes immediately, she screamed as he stepped closer. He swung the pipe down, anticipating the delicious cracking that was sure to happen when-

“OTIS!!!” reached his ears. He almost slung the pipe to hit the person at the stairs. He spun around with a sharp “What!?”

“Go help your sister clean up my room!” Grandpa snapped. The old man was out of his goddamn motherfuckin’ chair.

“I’m fuckin’ busy, you fucker!” Otis cursed.

“I don’t give a shit boy, do it!” He retorted.

“Otis?” A far away voice said. “Help your sister.” It was Mother Firefly.

“Son of a bitch!” Otis threw the pipe down, the girl jumped back. He stomped out of the basement, then went to mother. “Where the fuck is Tiny?! Can’t he do it?” He snarled.

Mother Firefly stayed calm. “Tiny and Rufus are bringin’ a body down to the desert.” She said, cooking something in a sauce pan. “Now, go be a darlin’ for mama and help your sister out.” She said, smiling, making no room for objection.

Otis retreated to their grandpa’s room, fingers itchin’ to tear something apart.

Baby looked as unhappy as him, well almost. She straightened as he entered the room, they shared a look of understanding with each other, before getting to work on taking all the shit (from dirty clothes to rotting food) out of the room.

Now don’t be fooled, although they are cleaning right now, they probably only do this once every few years, when the place borders an unlivable status.

It took about three hours to get most of the house done, not needing, or wanting the house to be ‘squeaky’ clean.

Otis trudged into the kitchen, searching for something to fill his growling belly with. He ate a plate of whatever their mother had left them, then climbed up the stairs to his room. It was almost midnight. Otis plopped himself face first onto his bed, sighing into his pillow. What a fucking bitch of a day.

Goddamn piece of shit holiday, what the fuck was there to celebrate about anyway. Otis flipped over and glared at the wall. Who the fuck really believed in that love shit anyway?

Banishing the thoughts from his mind, he dozed off.

He didn’t know what woke him up, but he cracked an eye to see only his red light on. He felt a presence in the room, his eyes zoomed towards his door, hearing his name being called.
“Otis...” Rufus said softly, sitting on his bed.

Otis was confused, what day was it? He looked at the clock.

It was 10 fucking minutes later...

“What...” He said, running a hand over his face, dreading the thought that he might have to go clean something else. He looked at Rufus after a minute of silence.

Rufus looked down, picking at the sheets. “I...I got you something...” He said.

Otis rose an eyebrow.

The taller boy stood, revealing a package. He held it out to Otis.

Otis took the package, looking at Rufus before tearing it open. He blinked.

It was a heart...a bloody red human heart.

“Happy Valentine’s Day...” Rufus said softly. Otis looked up, a confused look on his face.

He paused, “What’s this for...” He asked.

“I’m giving it to you,” Rufus rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s supposed to be my heart...” Rufus blushed, his eye lashes fluttering.

Otis slid a finger over the heart in the box, A soft smile formed on his face.

He looked back up at Rufus, who looked at the floor.

“You fucker,” Otis said.

Rufus looked up, startled.

“When did you become a romantic bitch.” Otis smirked.

Rufus relaxed, then smiled shyly.

Otis got up, setting the box on his bed he took RJ’s face in his hands.

Rufus closed his eyes as Otis whispered against his lips. “I’ll keep it forever.” He said and kissed his brother sweetly.

That night, Rufus and Otis both agreed, Valentine’s Day isn’t all that bad.

Yea, real short.

Alright that was totally out of character, but oh well! *flips off* Hope you all enjoyed it despite that.

Wait till you see the real Otis/Rufus fic I’ve been working on...ha..hahaHAHAaa.

*run away*

~DEAS