Hunted

A good day. It couldn't have been better. Not only would he meet Ramesh later on, but he had just spent all morning working on a Porsche. Kickass Porsche. The only real thing that had him bothered was the fact that Julian hadn't come by the repair shop yet. That little slut had spent all night at that immigrant's place, and probably was spending all morning in bed too. When he trashed the little mousy guy's place, he never expected it would make that happen.

He leaned against the trunk and wiped his forehead. The garage was wide open for the most part, but he was in the back surrounded by crates full of car parts. He could see the street from where he was, but there were a lot of obstacles in the way. That fresh air looked good from where he was standing. The smell of oil and sweat was strong, and he figured it was time to take a break before he got sick. Pushing away from the awesome Porsche, he started out toward the sunlight, but stopped mid-stride. There was Julian walking toward the garage with two larger friends. The chinks from the bowling alley... At least two of them anyway.

They were probably there about what he did. No, they could probably take him down, so he had to get out of there. Thought they were so good. They'd feel stupid when they came in and he was already gone. Smirking to himself, he slipped behind the crates, past a cooler, and out a back door. He turned around and froze. Another Oriental - one he didn't recognize - with yellow hair was coming toward him. He looked around, trying to decide whether or not he could run. "Who the fuck are you?"

The chink flashed him an amused smile as he crossed his arms over the chest. "Where were you last night, Bignose? Unless, of course, being both blond and a mechanic makes you so dumb you can't remember..."

"What business is it of yours?" He sneered and started back to the door. Had to be another way out. "Shit, I knew he was a fag, but this is ridiculous. How many of you chinks has he bent over for to get you to do this?"

"Scared, shrimp-brain? You're bigger than me, aren't you supposed to stand your ground?" The guy chuckled, then took a step closer and held his hands out to the sides. "Calm down! This will be over with a lot more quickly if you stand still."

"I'm not fucking scared of you, dipshit. I'm working and I don't need my paycheck cut for damages from a fight." He paused and grumbled a few inaudible curses to himself. Couldn't just walk away now that the guy played the pride card. Or maybe he could. Walking away had never been beneath him. "What I did last night was just a practical joke on my favourite little fag. I had no idea he'd get over-dramatic and hire China's scum because of it. How much is he paying you?"

"He didn't pay... but you're right. After being exposed to your stench, I really should get paid. Sorry that I don't take credit cards... working on that bit." He slid a hand under his jacket, pulling out a knife as he started walking slowly towards him. "If you're generous, maybe I'll treat you to something I can tell you're longing intensely for."

That wasn't good. He quickly opened the door to hurry in, but was met by Julian and the other two. Was what he did really so bad? Damn over-sensitive bitch was going way too far with that. "Out of my way! I have to go to work. Jules, call off your lap dogs."

"Good afternoon to you too... But they aren't my lap dogs." The mousy guy looked almost afraid as he moved past into the alley and to a safe distance. He should be afraid.

The hot, spiky-haired dick from the day before reached out towards his throat, and Rick quickly hit the arm away. Hard. He watched proudly as the youngster grimaced, but that made way for a smirk shortly after. The chink pulled two light fighting gloves out of his pocket and gave an exaggerated gasp. "He hit me!" He said theatrically, "I should kick his ass!"

As could be expected, light laughter spread among the crowd. "Kick my ass? You know the more you hurt me, the more that little slut is going to get it later." He backed up a bit, still frantically searching for a way out. "Which one did you sleep with Jules? One of the big guys? Normally I'd expect limping after a night like that, but you guys probably aren't as well-endowed as you should be, huh? Hung like a preschooler, eh?"

Following him outside, the tallest chink had finished putting on his gloves, and settled into a fighting stance. "If that's how it's going to be, what makes you think there'll be a later?" He grinned mischeviously as he stepped closer, the group of five chinks having surrounded Rick at this point.

He sneered at them and turned around, glaring out at Julian. "Because if something serious happened to me, he'd never be able to show his face in this neighbourhood again. He wouldn't let you take all his friends away from him, would you Jules?" The future few minutes were looking very bleak. He figured he had to get them to back off somehow. "Look, all I did was mess up his room a little. That's it, so what's the fucking problem?"

"You hit me!" The spiky-haired youngster spat out, before starting a light hopping. Rick broke out into laughter at that, but before he knew it, the guy's boot was planted in the middle of his torso, sending him down on his back. Two of the other chinks moved closer, one on each side of his head, while the one who kicked him squatted down by his feet. "You don't get it, do you? Scaring Julian is a big no-no. Scaring Julian gets you hurt. And if you hurt him, we'll drag you somewhere nice and private... and perhaps bring a sixpack of condoms, huh?"

Sex threats were completely unfair coming from someone he'd like to have sex with. He watched as Julian moved closer, the other two chinks having moved over to the little guy, one wrapping an arm around him while the other rested a hand on his shoulder. Looked cozy... Rick, meanwhile, was stuck with the two big fuckers and the yellow-haired guy, the latter still with a knife in his hand, uncomfortably close to his head and throat.

Rick groaned and held where he had been kicked. What, had he stepped into the twilight zone? He was pretty sure Julian hadn't known the guys two days ago, and now they were his posse? "Fine, you psychopaths. I won't hurt him - not that I did in the first place anyway. Now back off, you win okay?"

The one holding Julian was whispering something in his ear, and got a snicker and a shake of the head as a response. As Rick's gaze drifted back to the guys around him, he looked up into the yellow-haired guy's grin. "You know what," the chink started, "I think you owe that innocent, sweet fellow over there an apology. Involving him is such bad form..."

"You can't be serious." He grimaced and shifted, but one look at the knife made him remember he needed to be in one piece to tell Ramesh all about it and he really didn't want to get kicked again. After stalling for a few good seconds, he finally started, "I'm sorry. It was a huge mistake, and I shouldn't have done it. It won't happen again."

The biggest fellow had stayed silent all along, only fixing him that perpetual, deeply annoying smirk. Now, he shifted closer, moving his hands towards Rick's body. The mechanic was quick to hit those hands away, and to his satisfaction, the guy backed off. A second later, the spiky-haired chink rested a boot on his groin. "Not done fighting yet? That's nice... I like fighting."

"Fucking hell! Did you pay your lovers to rob me too, bitch?" Rick shot an accusing glare in Julian's direction before raising his hands in surrender. "Fine, take whatever the fuck you want, just get lost already."

The guy he had just fended off moved back towards him. Smirk broadening momentarily, he had soon pulled his wallet out. "Oh, we're not going to take anything..." He searched through it until finally finding a card he appeared satisfied with, and proceeded to write something down on a piece of paper. Putting the card back in the wallet, he dropped it on Rick's stomach, before showing off his paper to Rick.

As the paper disappeared into the man's pocket, the spiky-haired guy removed his boot, moving up Rick's body and smiling as their gazes met. "See? We just wanted to know where the cute asshole lives. You know, just in case you still think you're clever and need someone to free you of your virginity."

Really, really, really bad news. A bunch of foreign punks knew where he lived? He shuddered at the thought and glared at the one with the spiky hair. Calling him cute in that bullshit way was bad enough, but another sex threat? Fucker was just being too cruel. If they thought that would make him give up, they were going to be sorely mistaken. It'd take more than a bit of mocking flirts to put him off. "I'm not small or slutty enough to be your type, so get over yourself. You've already got one bitch. Leave me-"

"Oh shut up." Julian finally spoke, his typically small voice louder out of obvious frustration. "The more you ramble, the more idiotic you sound. I didn't sleep with any of them, so stop being a jackass and get a new act."

Rick heard an obviously faked lustful pant into his ear, and turned to face the yellow-haired guy. "You might not be his type, but nobody's talking love," the chink said in a playfully seductive near-whisper, "this would be discipline, and that would have worked even better if you had been straight."

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260