Hunted

Strange how all it took was a simple invite. The call had come while Julian was in the middle of his morning workout – basically just jogging downtown to reward himself with a nice big brunch. The people at the breakfast place he went to knew him all too well, so he wasn't without conversation partners, but still the best part about it was answering his cell phone.

So as soon as he finished his meal and visited a client, he headed straight over to see Kyun. That cell phone didn't ring often with someone not after a massage. He ran into the building, not bothering to keep the noise down. He tripped as he headed downstairs, but regained his footing before he could fall. Laughing at himself, he shook his head and continued walking.

"Excuse me!" Someone came up behind him, "Are you going to... Kee-uhn's place?"

Julian turned around to spot a guy – must have been just barely 18 – holding a bouquet of roses. Curious, he nodded. "Yes, I'm going to see Kyun. Can I help you with something?"

The guy nodded and looked at his watch. Seemed really impatient about something. "Yeah. Could you tell the dude he gave me the wrong address? There was no Melissa there, just some old guy named Doug. I don't give refunds either, so give these to him."

Who was Melissa? Growing increasingly confused, he obediently took the flowers and started back toward his destination. Didn't bother saying anything else to the delivery guy. There was no need because not long after, he heard the front doors closing behind him. The card sticking out from amongst the roses held a short romantic haiku on the front. Didn't even need to snoop to see it. But there was no doubt, that was a 'Always yours, Kyun', at the bottom.

The day wasn't nearly as bright as it had started. Julian looked down at the flowers as he made his toward the Korean's apartment. Was it some sort of joke? A really mean joke. As he knocked on the door, he tried to decide on a way to react. Be angry? Be all smiles? What should he be?

Kyun opened soon after, his tired gaze lightening up immediately upon seeing him. When he saw the flowers, he quirked a confused brow, then smiled broadly. "Julian! Flowers? You didn't have to do that..." He stepped aside, shaking his head happily. "Come on in!"

Still undecided about how to act, he handed the bouquet over to the other man. He tried to smile, but it was hopeless; the muscles in his mouth weren't listening to him. Wasn't feeling all that smiley anymore, so once the flowers were safely in Kyun's hands, he turned away to start heading out. "I'll talk to you later..."

He heard Kyun let out a confused breath, and a few seconds later, the guy was standing out in the hallway next to him, seemingly not all that bothered about his lack of shoes. "What? Where are you going?"

"I haven't figured out that part yet." He glanced over at the Korean and started up the stairs. Had he forgotten he sent the flowers to a woman, or was he just pretending not to know? "The delivery boy said 'no refunds'."

The last thing Julian saw before he left was the black-haired guy standing there with blank eyes, gawking at him in utter confusion.

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"You heard me. The job's done, so get the fuck out of my sight."

Rick stared at the guy in shock. After doing all that bastard's bidding, stalking some perverted journalist, and dishing out a shitload of money, he was being dropped? All that big bastard did for the money was get him to send some flowers. "You can't be serious. That was it? I wanted revenge and your answer is send them flowers? How the fuck do you figure the job is done? I paid you to help me get revenge on those chinks, not to serenade them!"

"Do you even know what serenade means, you little racist shit?" Ramesh stepped up beside him and brought one beefy arm around to easily trap Rick in a headlock. "Listen, you little pipsqueak. You're lucky I didn't just rob you blind and be done with it. I was kind enough to go through all the trouble of breaking those two up. Who are you trying to convince by saying you want revenge? Even Jyotis has figured out all you want is to get your rocks off with that Julian kid."

He had a lot of nerve. The blond mechanic struggled to try to get out of the headlock, but the guy was way too strong. Getting his ass kicked by everyone was really getting on his nerves, but this time was worse when his attacker wasn't nearly as hot as that tall chink. Could feel the guy's sweat on the back of his neck, and in order to avoid inhaling the strong musk, he had to hold his breath. It wasn't until he spotted the flame moving closer and closer to him did he start to panic.

"Get that fucking retard away from me!" Rick clawed at the arm, but no matter how he scratched, it didn't seem to bother the big guy. He could only watch in horror as Jyotis lighter came down to light the bottom hem of his muscle shirt. Whenever he wriggled, it would burn him instead but he kept struggling, not wanting his clothes to catch fire. "Back off, Jyotis!"

Ramesh's grip tightened, cutting off the airflow. "Nobody calls my brother that and gets away with it. Maybe if you stop struggling, I won't have to kill you. Jyotis, go get the rope out of the trunk. You're going to have something to burn real soon."

The lunatic gave a rare grin – though it was a bit more psychotic than a normal grin – and hurried over to the car they came in on. In seconds the trunk was popped and he was scurrying back with rope tangled around his free arm. Looked like a kid who had just been told he won a lifetime supply of candy. Ramesh took the rope and finally released the headlock in order to shove Rick toward the hummer. He scooped the mechanic up and dropped him on the hood before walking around and opening the car doors.

Couldn't struggle. For some reason Rick had no doubt that man would come through with his threat to kill, and anyone could tell just by looking at them that he'd have no problem doing it either. The rope was tied around one wrist, then brought through the car, wrapped through the steering wheel, and out the other door to bind the second wrist. As soon as that was secure, the big guy came around and started undoing his prisoner's pants. The seclusion of the alley was bittersweet. No one was coming by so no one would see him so vulnerable, but at the same time no one could help him either.

When his pants were off, Ramesh held his feet down against the grill and nodded at his brother. "Go ahead. He wants his money's worth, so let's give him a bikini wax. Light up, my friend."

"Relax," the lunatic muttered as he moved closer and flicked his lighter on. "This will only hurt for a week." With those reassuring words, the tiny flame was brought down and set to his pubic hair.

"AHH!"

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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