SECURITY
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,277
Reviews:
3
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I KICK YOU!
PART THREE
“Fuck!” Vigi hissed as the bare heel of a foot connected with his chin. For having such short legs, the brat had some strong thighs. There had been a brief stretch of peace when the little blonde had realized no amount of flailing was going to make Vigi conveniently drop him during the get away- but as soon as Remmy opened the window to their flat and Vigi’s feet landed on the rug... Well, Vigi made the mistake of thinking all was clear to dump his wriggling package on the floor.
Benny fell face down to the floor, kicking his kidnapper in the face on the way down and in the groin once he’d landed, hands planted on the rug in an awkward headstand. He spit out the sock and dropped his legs so he could scramble away on all fours as “Mr.Guns” sputtered in enraged agony.
Victory didn’t last long. Vigi lunged, red-faced and set to strangle, only to have Remmy catch the brat first. With a fist of blonde hair, Remmy all but tossed their “hostage” in the general direction of the couch. His grin didn’t falter when the short blonde tumbled over the corner of the glass coffee table instead. “Shit, V. I wish I had a camera for that donkey punch- oh wait. I do.”
“Touch those security cameras and you’re dead. I can live without a partner.”
“You won’t get away with this!” Benny said, the words coming out a tad more whiney than he’d intended as he sat on the floor with a hand over his throbbing side. Damned if that table didn’t have some sharp corners though. “There were cameras in that bus station! You think they won’t put two and two together when I go missing? I’m a witness!”
Remmy chuckled, not even looking over. “You’re not helping yourself, Kid. Why should we keep you alive if you’re nothing but a tattle waiting to happen?”
“I... I’m....” Face falling, Benny scooted back and slumped between the table and couch. His naturally wide eyes looked like small dinner plates with a large helping of dread creeping in. “I was just kidding?”
... Snorting, Remmy turned and headed through a door to the right that lead to the kitchen and, through there, the hallway. “V, find a spot to handcuff the kid 'til we get back and check your coat to make sure everything’s still there. We’re heading out in five minutes, side trips and distractions be damned.”
“Yea, yea...” Grumbling under his breath, Vigi cast a dark look to the side. Narrowed emerald and wide olive green met, tension sizzling in the air between those two sets of eyes as their owners glared and gulped respectively. The stared stretched through a full minute before Vigi broke it with a slow blink, irises seeming darker when they reappeared from behind his lids, and an even slower twist of his lips as they formed a sadistic smirk.
Benny recoiled like the taller man had snapped a rubber band across his nose, face cringing as his hands automatically crawled him sideways a few inches toward the opposite end of the coffee table, rear dragging on the rug and legs just following along uselessly since they’d been rendered to jelly. “D-don’t come near me, you- you-”
“What...?” Vigi purred back, his voice crooning like he were speaking to a favored pet, “What am I?”
The complete turn around in expression made the hair on the back of Benny’s hair stand on end- or maybe it was part of the shivers that had traveled up his spine from that deep voice rumbling just so- or the goosebumps when Mr. Guns moved forward, even three steps coming across like a predator stalking prey. “Y-you’re a thief! A...a... a burglar! I heard your friend saying you were going to rob a bank!”
“You’re right. Were, and still am.” Turning just short of reaching the coffee table where the small blonde was trying to melt into a puddle on the rug, Vigi moved to a lamp table and pulled open its small drawer. He casually lifted a pair of handcuffs, voice crisp and a little hardened now. “I’m a big, mean criminal and you’re the helpless victim in my lair. If I decide not to kill you, you’ll have an interesting story to tell your children.”
Holding the cuffs stretched between his hands, Vigi brought them together and then yanked them apart to the end of their chain again, demonstrating that the links weren’t about to just snap free conveniently like in the movies if the blonde pulled hard enough. The smirk returned when his captive flinched at the sharp chink of brushing metal.
“Fuck!” Vigi hissed as the bare heel of a foot connected with his chin. For having such short legs, the brat had some strong thighs. There had been a brief stretch of peace when the little blonde had realized no amount of flailing was going to make Vigi conveniently drop him during the get away- but as soon as Remmy opened the window to their flat and Vigi’s feet landed on the rug... Well, Vigi made the mistake of thinking all was clear to dump his wriggling package on the floor.
Benny fell face down to the floor, kicking his kidnapper in the face on the way down and in the groin once he’d landed, hands planted on the rug in an awkward headstand. He spit out the sock and dropped his legs so he could scramble away on all fours as “Mr.Guns” sputtered in enraged agony.
Victory didn’t last long. Vigi lunged, red-faced and set to strangle, only to have Remmy catch the brat first. With a fist of blonde hair, Remmy all but tossed their “hostage” in the general direction of the couch. His grin didn’t falter when the short blonde tumbled over the corner of the glass coffee table instead. “Shit, V. I wish I had a camera for that donkey punch- oh wait. I do.”
“Touch those security cameras and you’re dead. I can live without a partner.”
“You won’t get away with this!” Benny said, the words coming out a tad more whiney than he’d intended as he sat on the floor with a hand over his throbbing side. Damned if that table didn’t have some sharp corners though. “There were cameras in that bus station! You think they won’t put two and two together when I go missing? I’m a witness!”
Remmy chuckled, not even looking over. “You’re not helping yourself, Kid. Why should we keep you alive if you’re nothing but a tattle waiting to happen?”
“I... I’m....” Face falling, Benny scooted back and slumped between the table and couch. His naturally wide eyes looked like small dinner plates with a large helping of dread creeping in. “I was just kidding?”
... Snorting, Remmy turned and headed through a door to the right that lead to the kitchen and, through there, the hallway. “V, find a spot to handcuff the kid 'til we get back and check your coat to make sure everything’s still there. We’re heading out in five minutes, side trips and distractions be damned.”
“Yea, yea...” Grumbling under his breath, Vigi cast a dark look to the side. Narrowed emerald and wide olive green met, tension sizzling in the air between those two sets of eyes as their owners glared and gulped respectively. The stared stretched through a full minute before Vigi broke it with a slow blink, irises seeming darker when they reappeared from behind his lids, and an even slower twist of his lips as they formed a sadistic smirk.
Benny recoiled like the taller man had snapped a rubber band across his nose, face cringing as his hands automatically crawled him sideways a few inches toward the opposite end of the coffee table, rear dragging on the rug and legs just following along uselessly since they’d been rendered to jelly. “D-don’t come near me, you- you-”
“What...?” Vigi purred back, his voice crooning like he were speaking to a favored pet, “What am I?”
The complete turn around in expression made the hair on the back of Benny’s hair stand on end- or maybe it was part of the shivers that had traveled up his spine from that deep voice rumbling just so- or the goosebumps when Mr. Guns moved forward, even three steps coming across like a predator stalking prey. “Y-you’re a thief! A...a... a burglar! I heard your friend saying you were going to rob a bank!”
“You’re right. Were, and still am.” Turning just short of reaching the coffee table where the small blonde was trying to melt into a puddle on the rug, Vigi moved to a lamp table and pulled open its small drawer. He casually lifted a pair of handcuffs, voice crisp and a little hardened now. “I’m a big, mean criminal and you’re the helpless victim in my lair. If I decide not to kill you, you’ll have an interesting story to tell your children.”
Holding the cuffs stretched between his hands, Vigi brought them together and then yanked them apart to the end of their chain again, demonstrating that the links weren’t about to just snap free conveniently like in the movies if the blonde pulled hard enough. The smirk returned when his captive flinched at the sharp chink of brushing metal.