Hunted

It was surprising that a bible-humper would make such desirable company. After a long night of grief, talking and passion, Leandor had little energy left. Sure, he got some sleep, but not much. Hadn't even closed his eyes until the sun was already coming up. Relationships weren't his thing, but being with Zach like that was something he could definitely get used to. Among other things. Not that he was all that happy when the man left right after sunset to go to 'work'.

He strolled out into the courtyard. It was a more peaceful shortcut to the other side of the building. The fresh air – as fresh as the city air can get anyway – did wonders to rejuvenate his mind. There was no one outside there at that time in the evening, making it all the more peaceful. There was a stray basketball sitting a few yards away from the hoop and a frisbee was wedged in between a windowsill and a wall. Unfortunately the traces of rowdy children remained, but he didn't mind. He was in too good of a mood. Not great, but pleasant.

That had been enough wandering. It was time to return to those dreadful friends of Nele's. If the situation were any different, he wouldn't dream of associating with any one of them. Well, maybe that wasn't fair. The cute purple-haired one, and the thing constantly attached to him might not have been bad. Leandor just didn't care enough to find out. The others were enough of nuisances to make him dread returning.

Just as he reached for the door to re-enter the other side of the building, a hand shot out from behind him and grabbed a handful of his blond hair. He yelped with surprise and stumbled back as the person yanked hard on the golden locks. Before he could counter-attack in any way, a big gleaming black blade pressed up against his throat.

"Long time no see, pervert." A familiar female voice spat at him, "you're just as sickening as always, I see. I didn't think you'd go so far as to betray my brother like that. What did Carlos ever do to you?"

It took no time at all to figure out who that voice belonged to. She gave it away. Carlos only had one sister who referred to Leandor as a pervert. He grunted with annoyance and slowly raised his hand to try and loosen the strain on his hair. "Pleasure as always, Stefania, but I don't know who gave you that ridiculous idea. I would never betray your cute brother. Now please, run along and go to bed. It's a school night for you, isn't it?"

"Shut your condescending trap, you fucking creep!" She shoved Leandor over onto the pavement of the basketball court. When he landed hard, scraping his palms, she pulled her leg back and roughly kicked him in the gut once and then twice until he had to roll over onto his back. She got down, and straddled his aching stomach, pinning his arms down with her knees as she put the tip of the knife to his chest as if preparing to stab it in. "I'm going to make you regret it, and then I'm going to kill you. I don't even have to tell you that no one will give a damn, do I? You know better than anyone that the world will be in better shape with one less pedophile to deal with."

If he wasn't in such a dangerous position, he would have rolled his eyes. That girl had always tried to bully him into self-doubt. It never worked before and it wasn't about to now. He stifled a cough, the pain in his stomach making it all the more uncomfortable. "Pedophile is such a crude term... I've never touched or wanted to touch a child."

"I don't care! Jesus fucking Christ, I could have a machine gun aimed at your eye, and you still wouldn't stop yapping, would you?" She pressed the blade in through the material of the shirt, smiling sadistically as her victim groaned an objection. While she dragged it down the middle, watching the blood begin to flow through the newly torn material, she mused calmly. "What do you suppose would be the headline in the paper when they find one of their own journalists dead with an 8-year-old's penis carved into his chest?"

Leandor spotted a hand out of nowhere brought down onto the girl's back. A loud outcry of pain was heard, and he saw a blade reflect light, ready to be brought down again. However, the knife only hit air as Stefania had already moved away. He saw Takuya scowl murderously before following. "I'm going to kill you, bitch!" The Japanese snarled as he ran after her. However, she had quite a head start, and the guy soon turned to return back to the blond.

"No! Fuck, are you alright?" The yellow-haired youngster had a pained grimace on his face as he brought a hand gently down to Leandor's chin, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. He gazed worriedly at the bloody stomach, a hand hovering over it, but he seemed reluctant to touch it.

He couldn't believe it. Leandor stared dumbly at Takuya for a moment before all the events finally registered. The most annoying man on the planet could very well have saved his life. His brow furrowed as he ignored the question and gave the smaller man a nice firm hug. The pain was pretty bad, but he forced himself to climb to his feet anyway. "I've always hated that girl."

Gazing at him with concern, Takuya wrapped his free arm lightly around Leandor's back, taking care to avoid touching the man's chest. With another scowl, he held the knife up in the girl's direction, blood dripping from it onto the ground. She was already almost out of the courtyard, but had stopped to watch them. As he turned back to the blond, the Japanese spoke in a quiet, soft voice. "Can you walk, beautiful? Should I get the strong guys to carry you up and inside?"

The blond started to chortle incredulously, but the pain from his new wound quickly stopped him. Shaking his head, he started toward the other doors, casting Stefania an irritated glare. "I can move just fine... Thank you, Takuya. You may be annoying, but I'm in your debt." A glance down at his bloodied chest drew out a displeased scowl. "That wench ruined my last shirt."

With a reluctant smirk, the Japanese followed him. "Fuck debt," he said with weight, "but I'm afraid most of my shirts are bright orange. Not exactly your style, but if you want to borrow one..." Gazing over at the staircase, he added in a worried tone, "at least wrap an arm over my shoulder? You shouldn't put more strain than necessary on that."

"Orange is definitely not my colour, and your clothing may be a tad bit small for me. Unfortunately, I can't go shopping naked tomorrow, so I'll have to find something to wear somewhere." He smiled gratefully and obediently draped an arm over Takuya's shoulders for support. That guy was rather sweet despite being such a huge pain in the ass. "I don't suppose Luo will want to lend me anything, huh? Just a guess, but I don't think he's very fond of me."

Takuya sighed and shook his head. "I'm pretty much exactly your size, but I understand that colour bit." As they approached the staircase, he let out a light chuckle. "Borrow off Luo? Wouldn't his clothes be... way too big? Maybe we could have a word with Kiyoshi. At least those won't be orange." His wrapped an arm around Lee's waist, hand brushing gently against his side.

It was tempting to pull away because of that hand alone, but he figured that would be rude. After all, Takuya went through all that trouble to help him. He'd be a bitch to get all pissy about something so small. Leandor watched his step as he moved up the stairs. A sharp pain shot through his stomach every time he took a step, but it was bearable. Stefania had been wearing pointed toes, and he wondered if she managed to jab a kidney. That would be bound to hurt for days. "No need for you to concern yourself with my wardrobe. I'll figure something out."

They walked a couple of steps in silence before the Japanese responded. "Fine, fine. I realise it's none of my business." Takuya's tone held a hint of annoyance, but thankfully he didn't do anything further in terms of physical contact. With a quick gaze back over his shoulder, the yellow-haired youngster let out another sigh.

Leandor smirked with amusement. He hadn't thought it was possible to annoy Takuya. People were so much funner to flirt with once they were completely turned off. He leaned more against Takuya so he could whisper seductively into the guy's ear, "Do you have any idea how sexy you looked chasing that brat away? If I wasn't disgusted by the blood and pain, you'd have made me so hard..."

A smile found it's way to the Japanese mouth, and the hand around him soon lifted to intertwine in the blond hair. The next moment, the guy had placed a soft, quick kiss on his lips. "You know, if you're in too much pain for sex," Takuya started in a friendly tone, "we could still have a nice time. I'll be gentle."

"Oh Christ, cute boys saying such scandalous things as that should be a sin... Oh wait, it probably is. I should ask my bible boy about it." He frowned and looked away. His playfulness diminished after the stolen kiss. So much for the guy being turned off; he was a tricky one apparently. "In bed, I am always the dom, so I hope that offer means you'll be bending over."

With his hand still in Leandor's hair, Takuya smiled sheepishly. "We can take turns, buddy. I get on my back, then first you lower yourself on my dick, and when I come, I spread 'em for you. Now I know that sounds real tempting..." He let out a quiet chuckle, shifting so their bodies were more firmly together.

"That's too bad." Leandor smiled apologetically as he turned his head a bit to take a gander at Takuya's backside. With a tiny white lie, he continued, "I don't make exceptions. Nobody touches my ass, though I certainly would have had fun with yours."

Takuya grinned slyly as he leant closer, ruffling the blond hair lightly. He let his lips touch the skin of the other's ear, then spoke through a pointed hiss. "For your information, we'll talk about this again when we go to bed."

He could have sworn that guy was trying to make him nervous on purpose. Trying not to let his discomfort with that statement show, he cleared his throat and pulled away to hurry the rest of the way back to the apartment. "Thank you for your help, Takuya. I appreciate it." He opened the door and rushed inside, heading straight for the bathroom to tend to his wound. "Nele? Where are you, inch worm?"

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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