Hunted

The response time was great. Only took a few hours for the police to organize the raid, and not long after that, they were hauling away the Mancinis on drug trafficking and manslaughter charges. The whole family would be behind bars real soon, and that way they wouldn't be able to get involved when the real targets were squashed.

Ramesh sat in his rental car across the street from the scene. Never had he been so damn glad to see those flashing lights as they drove away with the new prisoners. He could see the cute big eyes of Carlos Mancini staring absently out from the back of one of the vehicles. That completely hopeless expression was priceless. Even Jyotis was able to appreciate it, judging by the enthusiastic laughter coming from the back seat.

When the lights started disappearing into the distance, he stuck the key into the ignition. They had some celebrating to do and maybe a little more stalking. After dropping Rick, he had to get Jyotis to do the footwork, but it was worth it. He had too much of that racist pig. Another minute and he would have killed the guy. Didn't want to have any blood on his hands quite yet. But before he could put the car into drive, something behind the Mancini house caught his eye. Someone was sneaking out the back. Bad news. Someone got away.

He got out of the car and crossed the street. Maybe he would need to get a little blood on his hands after all. Leaving anyone standing from that family didn't seem like such a good idea. Jyotis was still too busy laughing to follow, so he went between two houses and into the back alley alone. His knife found its way out of his pocket and into his hand. It was dark back there, only a couple dim lights on the back of buildings, but either way he looked, he couldn't spot anyone or even any movement. Maybe they got too far away, or ducked into another house. Still, he walked down the alley, trying to act casual and not bothering to try to reduce the noise of the gravel underneath his boot.

Before he could react, a cold blade pressed against his jugular and long fingers gripped his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks and stood still, trying to fight the accomplished smirk. Looked like the person hadn't got away after all. "Is this where I give you my wallet and swear I won't call the police?"

"Who are you?" The voice surprised him. It was female. "And what the fuck are you doing outside my home?"

Ramesh tried to look over his shoulder, but stopped immediately when he felt the blade press harder against his neck, just beginning to break the flesh. Apparently the woman meant business. "My name is Ramesh. I do work for some people around here – can't say who – but when I got here, there were cops all over the place so I laid low."

The knife didn't budge. If she was reassured at all, she didn't make it obvious. "You 'do work for some people', huh? Well then, Mister Ramesh, what is it that you do for these 'people' you speak of?"

"I investigate and I provide information. A real clean business, it is."

The long fingers left his shoulder to delve into his back pocket. The woman took his wallet and then leaned against his back to whisper sternly into his ear. "Maybe you can help me then. I need you to investigate what happened here tonight and find the dead fucks who did this to my family. I'll find you real soon for an update, and if you try anything funny, I'll have your balls in a jar in my freezer before you know what hit you."

The knife left his throat, and he turned around with his own blade drawn just in time to see a tall young woman in a private school uniform disappearing into a nearby back yard. She was quick. Ramesh quirked a brow and grinned after her. "Held at knife-point by a school girl... I've sunk to a new low." He looked around and then started walking leisurely back to the street. "Jyotis! We've got some 'investigating' to do!"

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Leather jacket? Check. Low-riding jeans? Check. Shirt? X.

The perfect outfit for begging for forgiveness was no outfit at all, but since there were laws against that, Rick found the next best thing. He didn't really expect his body to assist in his persuasion of the chinks, but he figured if he ever wanted the hot one to notice him, this was going to be his best chance. Unfortunately, he'd have to rely on his other, less prominent skills. It was important that he got Ramesh back after what he did to him. It had been a whole two hours chained to his hummer before a group of preteens found him. Humiliating. Very humiliating.

Luckily he knew where the chinks lived after all that stalking. What he needed was their help to get Ramesh. He was a mechanic, not a mercenary, so there was no way he could do it alone. Hopefully one of the less... physical ones would answer. After taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

It took a little while before it opened. Behind it was the yellow-haired guy, who upon seeing him took a quick step back and watched him suspiciously. "Guys... Rick is here..." he said loudly, not taking his eyes off the blond mechanic.

Not an unexpectedly cold reception. He almost expected worse... But there was still time for it to get ugly. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I just wanna talk." He pulled his jacket wide open and flashed a nervous smile. "I'm completely unarmed. See, I don't even have much to hide anything in."

As soon as other chinks started making it to the door, the one that had opened ducked away and disappeared further into the apartment. He was left with the tall, hot one and the guy who had copied off his address. They didn't seem happy to see him, but he didn't expect them to be. Luckily enough, it was the tall guy who spoke up. "What do you want?"

"I want to help you take the big guy and his idiot brother down. He betrayed me, and I don't let people do that." He laughed and glanced away, trying not to gawk at the hot one. "Now I know you don't want to work with me, but you really pissed that guy off and he knows more about you than you do about him. At least with my help, you'd know a bit more and, hey, if there's ever a badass car chase, I'm your man."

Apparently, that trigged the silent, chunky one's curiosity. "Who is he, anyway? You got a name?" He crossed his arms, neither of them seeming intent on attacking him - or letting him in. Both seemed to watch his hands in his pockets regularly, their guard obviously up.

"Yeah. His name is Ramesh, and his brother is Jyotis." He took a chance and eyed the tall one quickly before looking at the one who last spoke. "That fucker wants one of you dead, and I have a feeling he's capable of it. He wants even more of you guys and your friends badly injured. You've figured out already that I can't fight, but I'll do whatever the fuck you let me to help nail that son of a bitch."

The chunky guy scratched his chin idly, apparently sizing him up, unless he was trying to memorize something about his body. "Do you know where to find him?" He asked simply. Rick spotted the yellow-haired fellow making his way back to them, now seeming quite a bit more comfortable.

"No. He's not a dumb guy; he didn't trust me enough to take me home. Whenever we met, we met somewhere public." He paused, afraid it wasn't going so well. Had to think of something he had to offer. "But I know his weakness, and I know who he has it in for. I could even tell you his favourite fucking donut!"

The yellow-haired chink chuckled at them. "Come on, strip search him and let him in, already! This place is getting cold!" He laughed loudly after his statement, then leant comfortably against the wall to watch them.

"Ha ha. Very funny. There's only one of you fuckers I'd let touch me and even then there's-" He stopped himself and cursed under his breath. Said too much? In the hopes that they wouldn't catch his mistake, he quickly added in the yellow-haired one's direction, "I'll take my jacket off if that makes you more comfortable, sunshine."

"Oh, juicy." The guy said with a flirting grin. "Who's the chosen one?" He rubbed his hands together, pushing out from the wall and approaching. "Is it me?" Two of his fingers were clenched together, the other hand enclosing them and pulling slowly up and down. "Are we talking full cavity search?"

Rick took a couple steps backwards and grimaced. Okay maybe it had been caught, but damage control couldn't be impossible. "In your fucking dreams. I'm not a fag."

He saw the yellow-haired one and the hot guy splutter, then both broke out in laughter at that. The chunky guy seemed less than amused, grimacing briefly and taking a step back. "Guys... don't scare him away just yet..."

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" He stared at them in disbelief, feeling more than embarrassed but not entirely sure why. Didn't take a genius to tell they were laughing at him and he didn't know he had told a joke. "Do I look like a comedian to you? What's the big deal?"

The spiky-haired chink stopped laughing first, then met his glance. "You're as straight as I am French. Lying is not particularly smart if you want to work with us, cutie."

"I guess I should start calling you Monsieur then?" He narrowed his eyes and looked over the guy skeptically. There was no way they could possibly know he wasn't completely straight. He hadn't been with a man for awhile and he was very careful about staying in the closet. "You know what they say. Innocent until proven guilty."

"Now don't get ahead of yourself!" The yellow-haired guy chuckled lightly. "You were going to take your jacket off, then you can tell us who Mr. Chosen One is, and then we can get that fucking door closed."

He rolled his eyes and shrugged out of his jacket. The chink probably wasn't serious, but he figured he had to obey something without fuss. Without further hesitation, he walked inside and held the jacket out to the annoying yellow-haired bitch. "Do you want to go through the pockets too? All you'll find is car keys."

The chunky one went to close the door behind him, while the yellow-haired guy didn't pay much attention to the jacket. Instead he brought a hand onto Rick's chest. The mechanic would've backed away, but straight into the hot guy? No chance! So he flinched, looking down at the fingers tracing his skin, hearing the accompanying comment. "Not bad... so, am I the chosen one? I am Takuya, by the way."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but you're not my type." He glanced over his shoulder quickly and shook his head. Was starting to feel a bit like a one-man freak show, but there were more important things than those idiots making fun of him. Getting back at Ramesh would make it worth it. "Isn't there supposed to be more of you? Where's Julian's new best friend?"

Takuya gave a knowing, content smirk, then backed off to provide room. "Not me? So that leaves four options... you don't seem to have much interest in my buddy by the door either, so we're down to three..." He moved back to the wall, then shrugged. "You know, this will go a lot faster if you just tell me."

He cringed and shook his head. Couldn't say anything else about it or the guy might actually figure it out. Maybe a subject change was in order. He looked at the chunky guy, hoping he would help in that area. "I just hired Ramesh to get back at Julian, but the fucker had me stalking you guys and some blond prissy guy... That redhead's friend, I guess. Now that he dropped me, he'll probably make his brother do the shadowing, so he's the one you should watch out for."

"His brother, eh?" The tall guy smirked. "He's a real wimp, right? Too bad he can barely talk..." He moved over to sit down in the couch, then looked over at Takuya. "Bring some beer."

"He can talk just fine, believe me." Rick looked around, but the couch seemed like the most comfortable choice, so he took a seat there as well. "He understands plenty too, he's just fucking nuts is all. They both are though. They've got a really weird brotherly love thing going. I wouldn't be surprised if they took it farther."

That chunky bastard decided he wanted to sit there too, leaving Rick between them in what was far less space than he wanted. It was hard to move at all without touching anyone. "So... you know Ramesh's weakness? What's that?"

"I just told you. The retard. If you get a hold of him somehow, I'm pretty damn sure Ramesh would do anything to get him back in one piece." He shifted uncomfortably, reconsidering one of the chairs as he tried to inch a bit away from the chunky prick. "Getting him won't be that easy though. He's good at hiding even when he's flicking on that lighter. It's probably easier to spot him at night. Man, I'd like to wring that scrawny asshole's neck for what he did..."

"Oh, give me a break," the tall fellow started in a condescending tone, "that idiot is way too dumb to hide properly."

The other chink shook his head, then asked curiously. "'Anything?' Would that include a way to get him off our backs permanently? If we grab his retard brother, he'll just be even more mad at us after, right?"

"Yeah, you're right." Had to be something else. He absently studied the tall one. Was his efforts to show up half-naked completely wasted? Maybe the chink wasn't really gay after all. Still looking over the guy, he directed his words to the one on his other side. "Well, you could catch the 'tard and use him as bait. When Ramesh comes crawling out from whatever mammoth rock he hides under, give him a lobotomy and call it a day."

It was obvious from the pained grimace that the hot, spiky-haired guy actually considered that, but really didn't like the idea. So obvious, in fact, that his chunky mate chose to comment. "Don't worry, I'll do that last bit for you if you want." He said with a creepy determination, and added to the cold touch with a shrug.

The tall guy swallowed and bit his lips, then squinted his eyes to look at the wall. "Can't say I like the option... can you think of something else, guys?" Takuya reappeared with four cans of beer, and was about to start on something or other when the spiky-haired youngster fixed him a silencing gaze. The other chink took the hint, sitting down silently in a chair.

Rick shrugged and slipped back into his jacket. If he had to be between two bastards, he wasn't sure he wanted to be topless anymore. Once covered, he still moved a bit more away from the chunky one, accidentally moving into the hot one. Shifting back into place and trying not to touch either, he averted his gaze. "Short of fleeing the country and changing your names, I don't think there's anything you can do to get him off your back until at least one of you or he is dead. I doubt he'd ever just give up after you took away his dumb brother's lighter and made the idiot do menial labour. He's really sore about that."

"Sore?" Takuya said with a chuckle. "You're never going to get that far if you put on clothes. Now if your pants were always riding that low, you'd have had an excuse, but what I see is you moving closer to one of your couch mates..." He smiled sheepishly, keeping his eyes on Rick.

"What's your name again? Takuya?" Rick glared at the bleached prick, and moved a bit more away from the hot one as if that would redeem him. "Your attitude is really starting to get on my nerves, Takuya. The way you can't stop talking about who I wanna sleep with is making me wonder if you're the one who's not getting laid. I mean, so what if I want to sleep with your dumbass friend. At least I'm not obsessing over someone else's wet dreams."

The mechanic caught the yellow-haired prick licking his lips contently, but then something else caught his attention. The hot guy slipped an arm behind his back and the other up his chest, fingertips resting on his throat. "Who are you calling a dumbass? If you're not nice," the tall one paused, letting his fingertips drum on his throat as he leant in to finish with a barely audible whisper into Rick's ear, "I might not bother stretching you."

Rick nearly choked at that unexpected event. With a confused look in Takuya's direction, he forced himself to try and meet the hot one's eyes. "I'm not gay." Even as he said it, he knew it was too late. The cat was out of the bag. "... Okay, maybe I am a fag, but I sure as hell ain't a bottom."

With a proud grin, Takuya winked at him. "More denial to work through? I can do that..." He chuckled, then glanced over at the tall guy. "Unless you want to do that yourself?"

Surprise surprise. They were just mocking him for the hell of it. He shook his head and stood up, trying not to let his embarrassed anger get the best of him. He went across the room, as far away from those guys as he could and leaned against the wall. "When you're done mocking me, let me know so we can get back to business."

Leaning back and making himself comfortable, the yellow-haired chink seemed quite happy with himself. "You know, you're really timid for someone showing up half naked, promising to do anything we'd let you..." Takuya glanced over at his buddies in the couch, but Rick received no help from them, so the guy's gaze returned to the blond.

"I'm not fucking timid. That retard fucking set me on fire in a way you really don't wanna know, so if you don't mind, I'll just wait over here until you're done with the jokes." He put his hands in the jacket pocket and fingered the keys as he looked between the three assholes. "... I will do anything to take Ramesh down. That doesn't mean I'm going to be a doormat."

The hot guy pushed slowly to his feet, taking his time on the way over. He stopped a couple of feet away, crossed his arms and locked gazes. "Back to business? Fine. I don't trust you. What do you intend to do about that?"

Rick shrugged and looked away. Maybe he should have thought that part through. "I guess you probably shouldn't trust me. My track record isn't exactly admirable. But I ain't got no more beef with you guys, so I have no reason to stab you in the back. If you really want proof that I'm in this to take Ramesh down and not to fuck with you guys, I could drop my pants and show you the 'manscaping' the retard did to me."

Quirking a brow at him, the guy seemed to consider that for a bit. "Alright," he said with a shrug, "would be nice to see I'm not the only guy he's burnt..." Of course, the prospect brought Takuya over as well, while the chunky guy shook his head and looked away.

They weren't supposed to take him up on it. He rolled his eyes, figuring they were just looking for any excuse to poke fun at him. Might as well come through with it to restore maybe a fragment of dignity by not wimping out. "Keep your hands to yourself, sunshine," he said to Takuya. Once he was able to push aside his nerves, he undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor.

Whereas the tall guy's interest seemed to quickly go to where he was burnt, the yellow-haired prick took a quick glance down at his limp manhood and then burst into rolling laughter. "So... tiny..." he spluttered, before resuming to laugh.

The hot guy met his gaze with a concerned gaze. "Ouch." He said simply, then shifted to run a hand quickly down his side. Rick would've moved away, but over to Takuya? No chance! But as it almost reached his backside, he moved over to the laughing prick anyway. Nodding down towards the starting erection, the spiky-haired chink smirked. "Should I trust that you like me, Rick?"

"Fuck you." He grimaced and bent as best he could to grab his pants to pull them back up. So much for dignity – if it ever started to return, it was ripped away after that. Casting an annoyed glare at Takuya, he shook his head. "Laugh it up. You're a fucking riot."

As he was pulling his pants up, a hand stopped him. It belonged to the tall chink, whose other hand cupped his cheek, and the guy's dark gaze met the blond's. "Rick, I'm not just stringing you along. If you bend over for me, I will take you. I promise."

Cursed hormones. He could feel his groin begging for it, and as usual, that meant he was getting harder. He stared at the guy with disbelief and then nodded slowly. "Yeah, okay..." He swallowed, and searched his head frantically for something less wussy to say. "I don't know about you, but I'm not a fucking exhibitionist. Can we get somewhere away from your bastard friend, already?"

A broad, teeth-baring grin was earned. "Sure, I've got a bedroom..." His hand stroked Rick's thigh, then he moved over to the closest door and opened it. "Kyun! Need the bed for a bit. Come on out for a beer or something."

Kyun? Maybe that was the one he hated, but what was he doing hanging around in a bedroom the whole time? He would have expected that guy to add to the mocking and taunting of his welcoming. Couldn't still be upset about the flowers, could he? Oh well, Rick was far too preoccupied with the possibilities of what was to happen with the hot one to bother enjoying the thought of some other chink's suffering. "Wait a minute... I don't know your goddamn name."

With a smirk, the hot guy turned towards him. "I'm Luo-Yong Lim. You can call me Luo. Nice to meet you." He patted Rick quickly on the back, then walked into the bedroom. "It won't be that long. This much brooding isn't good for you anyway..."

Curiously, he followed the man into the bedroom to find the guy who stole Julian on the edge of the bed gazily unhappily at the hot one. When 'Kyun' caught sight of him, he was treated to a scowl, but he expected as much. He had wanted that guy to get hurt, but actually seeing it up close was a whole other matter. So Rick moved up behind Luo, and whispered, "What's his problem? The Julian thing?"

"The fuck?" Kyun got to his feet, glaring angrily at them both, but attention eventually settling on the spiky-haired one. "What is wrong with you? Get out of the way so I can kill that asshole."

Luo held up a hand to rest on the smaller chink's chest. "Hey, hey..." He tried to say calmly, but his hand was brushed away immediately. The hot guy didn't move, but Kyun tugged him roughly aside. With mere inches between him and Rick, eyes nicely lined up as they were pretty much exactly the same height, the Korean narrowed his and hissed. "Was it you? Huh? What did you do?"

"I arranged the flower delivery and wrote the card, but it was all Ramesh's idea." He took a step back, starting to feel guilty about it, but there had to be some way to defend himself. "What's the big deal? You just met him not even a week ago."

A silent growl was heard from the Korean's throat, followed by a couple of furious pants. "Can I still kill you when you're man enough to admit it, or would that be bad form..." he said, more as a statement than a question. Glancing briefly over at Luo, he gave a grimace of distaste, and then turned back. "While I ponder that, don't do something I won't like, because that'll hurt."

"I already did what I wanted to do to you, so why would I do anything else?" He glanced at Luo and then back at Kyun. Didn't seem to be going well in his opinion, and the last thing he wanted to do was turn the hot one off. With a sigh, Rick took a few steps toward the bed. "I'll fix it, later..."

Kyun gazed back and forth between them with disbelief for a bit. Then finally he shrugged, muttering "You'd better" as he left the room.

With a sigh, the spiky-haired Korean moved over to Rick. He rested a hand on the bit of Rick's shoulder that wasn't covered by the jacket, then leant closer, sliding a hand up the back under the garment. "Careful with my friend there. He's got a temper and martial arts going for him, so I'd say he'd squash you like a bug." Flashing a sweet smile, Luo leant in to briefly nuzzle the blond's neck.

Nice to know he'd be screwed if he went up against three of the group. He nodded slowly, feeling his lust building up. "Yeah, yeah. After I bend over for you, I'll make up for what I did to him, but I'm too fucking hard right now."

Luo let out a libidinous sigh as he pulled the leather jacket off Rick's shoulders. "Yeah, we got to do something about that... get on all fours, ass facing me."

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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