"Ricky, wait!" Victor grabbed Ricky's arm tightly, attempting to keep the boy from running out of the car and into the pouring rain.
"Let go of me!" He screamed. He was already halfway out of the vehicle before the larger man had stopped him, though it hadn't been long; he was already drenched, and his soggy clothes hugged his slim figure.
Victor felt a pang in his chest as Ricky squirmed against his firm grip. His eyes were red as if he had been crying, but the rain made it impossible to know for sure.
"Honey, please just–"
"Please, just what?! You're a liar! You never cared about me! I can't believe I thought that you actually understood me! The sad thing is I never realized how alone I felt until you forced your way into my life… and for all that to be a lie?! And you say I'm a psycho? With his free hand, he wiped his face.
"Just give me a chance to explain…"
Explain my ass.
Ricky wasn't having it. The betrayal was too much, even for a cold, calculating individual like himself. How had he been so stupid not to recognize what was right in front of his face the entire time? Overcome with anger, he bit down hard on the annoyingly large hand.
"Ouch!" Victor yelped, the shock causing him to let go of the small wrist it desperately clung to.
He lunged for the boy again, but Ricky only stepped back and smiled.
It wasn't a happy smile. While his lips curled, his eyes remained unchanging, looking at Victor with such hatred it made him shiver. Blood dripped down the sides of his mouth and was quickly washed away by the rain as it hit the street, erasing all evidence of his sudden attack.
"See you never, bastard."
With bursting adrenaline, Ricky ran from the car as fast as his legs could carry him. He should've never gotten involved with this guy. He knew he was trouble from the beginning, but he had been too curious for his own good, and now he was running down a dark road with the occasional flickering street lamp being his only source of light. Even worse…
He was wearing jeans.
If he went to hell, forcing him to run in wet jeans would definitely be a good form of torture.
Just kidding.
In case any of the gods were listening, he couldn't be giving them any ideas. He was already out of breath and hadn't been running for very long. There was no way he could do this for an eternity.
A pair of high beams illuminating the road ahead pulled him from his thoughts.
This bastard just didn't know when to give it up.
"Ricky, please stop. You're going to get sick!" Victor had his window rolled down, not caring about how much he'd be paying for water damage later.
"Don't act like you care about me, now you sick freak!"
Without turning back, he bolted down an adjacent alleyway that was too narrow for a car to drive through.
Well, that was easy.
Unfortunately, Ricky had not realized how determined Victor was to catch him.
He screeched his car to a stop, blocking the entrance to the alley, and coolly opened the driver-side door and stepped out.
What was with this sudden change?
While they were on the road, he had been practically begging him to stop, and now he was just walking towards him at a normal pace. It was like he knew something Ricky didn't.
Well, whatever. I'll just keep running.
Feeling somewhat superior to Victor in intelligence, he turned back for a second to check the distance between himself and the other boy– and to maybe just mock him a little bit.
Victor was such an idiot for not even attempting to run after him. Ricky would be out of the city before this pervert even made it out of the alley at the pace he was going.
"Hah".
"Hah".
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA–"
"BAM!"
Not paying attention to where he was going, he had run headfirst into a large brick wall that marked the end of the alley. The sudden force left him momentarily knocked unconscious. His body twitched as he lay on the ground, seemingly still trying to run.
"Ugh, what happened?"
Ricky's shaky arms pulled him into a seated position. He looked around for Victor, but his blurry vision and the blood flowing from a new gash on his head made the task rather difficult.
He pulled off his shirt and used it to dab his eyes; only then was he able to see that Victor was right in front of him, crouched down with his arms open.
Now Victor knew Ricky was a bit of an idiot, despite his claims to be God's gift to earth, but he hadn't expected the boy to run headfirst into a brick wall for crying out loud! Maybe he should've run after him. At the time, it had seemed better to let Ricky continue running and tire himself out by the time he reached the end. But he was majorly regretting that decision now
Looking at the pathetic sight of his lover, who had been foiled by a mere wall, caused all the agitation he had felt while chasing the little brat to fully dissipate. There's no way he could stay mad at him when he was this helpless.
In fact, he wanted so badly to scoop him up in his arms and carry him back to the car, but decided it would be best if he let Ricky come to him himself, treating the boy as if he were a stray cat.
And it worked.
Ricky, despite having spent the better part of what felt like an hour running from the boy's whose arms were now extended, crawled forwards. He was cold, bleeding, tired, and still a bit shaken up from the impact. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to smush his face against Victor's large pecs and let his strong arms comfort him.
"That's right, com'mere honey."
Though he was still pissed off, after hearing Victor's husky voice he body acted on its own, and he threw himself into his arms.
Ricky nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck and let out a sob as Victor soothingly stroked his back.
Unfortunately, their reunion was short-lived.
As the two welcomed each other's embrace, a tall figure emerged from the shadows and aimed a weapon right at Victor's back.
Ricky was the first to notice and tried his best to alert the other boy, but as his face was so smashed against Victor shoulder, his warning just sounded like:
"Mmm mmn. NgHH!"
"Don't worry, honey, you can yell at me all you want when we get home. Let's just stay like this for now."
Was Victor an idiot? He was clearly trying to warn him.
"Ugh." Ricky attempted to pull himself out of Victor's anaconda-like grip, but it was useless. The tall dark dark-haired man had zero intention of letting him go, even if the distance was just a centimeter.
In a last-ditch effort, he smacked Victor's head with one of the arms that had been wrapped around his neck and grunted as he pointed his finger at the suspicious figure creeping up on them.
Luckily, this tactic proved to be effective, and Victor whipped his head around.
"Ricky, what are you–?" His body stiffened.
Promptly, he pulled Ricky and himself up, making sure that his sweet lover's body was completely covered by his own. Ricky swayed a bit, but held tightly onto Victor's waist for balance.
"Who sent you?" He glared at the man who had rudely interrupted his and his honey's grand reunion. Hopefully, he could take care of this guy quickly and get back to comforting his poor lover.
"I think you know the answer to that question."
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Victor opened his mouth to speak, but the words never came out.
He began convulsing and, even though Ricky was holding onto him, fell on the ground, taking the smaller boy down with him. He was just too heavy for him to hold.
In this situation, a normal person would be frightened, but not Ricky. He just glared at the attacker, his eyes scanning his surroundings for something that could be used as a weapon. He had 30 seconds to find something before the gun charged up again, and he would know.
He had built the damn thing.
"Where'd you get that?"
He already knew the answer, but decided a bit of conversation might distract the man long enough for him to grab the rusty pipe that was mixed in with the trash thrown up against the alleyway wall.
"Where do you think?"
"What do I think?" Ricky had become more engrossed in the conversation than he intended with the attacker's sassy remark.
"I think you took it out of my apartment, from my room, under my bed. You thief!!" He huffed.
"Oh, I'm not the thief here, you have something that belongs to my boss little boy, and you're going to give it back."
Now Ricky was seriously pissed off. How dare this guy try to insult his perfectly respectable height!
"Are you talking to me? Because I'm average height… like basically 5'7, 5'8 if you really think about it. And, I'm 20, so not a child, thank you. Now you better not call me little again or–"
Crap.
Why'd he start correcting this guy about his height? He needed to get the damn pipe if he wanted to have any sort of chance against this stealing bastard.
"Oh… uh, I mean I don't know what you're talking about, idiot."
And he really didn't. He'd definitely remember using the Pan-Take to pickpocket off of a scary guy like this– or his supposed boss, who was likely equally as scary if not more.
The man stared at Ricky with a puzzled expression, not yet noticing that the gun was now fully charged and ready to go.
Using the power of confusion, Ricky lunged for the pipe and swung it with all his might at the guy's kneecaps, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.
"Woo Hoo! I'm basically Tonya Harding, yo." Excited by his easy win he air humped the man that was now hunched over on the ground.
"You suck!"
"You're ugly!"
"Ha haha haha ha!"
Amidst his celebration, Ricky hadn't noticed that the big, scary guy was no longer curled up in pain and was instead again pointing the weapon at him.
"Hey, punk!"
Ricky's smile dropped.
"Oops."
A blinding flash came from the taser gun, and this time, he was the one curled up in pain.
He was fading in and out of consciousness when the man walked over and roughly grabbed his soft brown hair, forcing his head up.
"Agh!"
The head injury Ricky had sustained earlier made the task all the more grueling. His only hope now was that the man took pity on him for some reason.
He was indeed currently pretty pathetic-looking. So it wasn't completely impossible.
After all, his clothes were completely soaked from rainwater, and a mixture of blood and drool decorated his handsome face.
Then again, he did attempt to break the guy's knees and air hump him when he fell to the ground…
He could've done worse, though– like he only mocked the brute a little bit.
Unfortunately, the grim look on his attacker's face told him he wouldn't be getting any sympathy points.
If only Victor would wake up.
The man inspected an image on his phone once more and smirked. Satisfied, he roughly slammed Ricky's body back onto the ground and kicked him once in the ribs.
"Take that you little shit! You're lucky I can still walk!"
The boy groaned from the harsh impact.
"You bas-bastard." He gasped.
Why'd I forget to take the stupid gun?!
The man kicked him again, but Ricky's body was now so limp he couldn't even curl up and nurse his stomach.
In fact, he was so out of it now that the man's insults calling him weak didn't even register. Though he was hardly able to move, he wiggled his fingers towards Victor, who was conveniently passed out nearby, and rested them on his hand. Only then did he let his vision go completely black.
"Yeah, it's him alright. Tell the boss I'm bringing him in now."