The Protector of children

Chapter six: Do not hope.

A/N: I need more chapter titles! I feel like I repeating myself and it's only the six chapter!


The phone at his desk rang. And rang and rang. Marks finally picked it up just to stop the ringing.

“You got Marks.”

Travers didn’t even want to come into work today. He felt so sick with himself that he covered his bathroom mirror with a wash rag so he couldn’t see himself. A child was taken at the book shop. It was his job as volunteer elf to watch the kids but he was so tired that he just walked out so he could have a moment to his own.

And in that private moment, all he wanted to do was watch the very person that he wanted to strangle half… most of the time sleep. And it was a man. Someone who was seven years his junior.

Now, he felt weird underneath that guilt. Do men watch other men sleep, just because they are sleeping and not because that might die while sleeping. Just because they were somewhat perfect when they are just off in dreamland.

His phone was shoved in his face. Storm-grey eyes looked it before they rolled over to look at the man who was holding the phone for an explanation.

“It’s Alan.”

Travers just a ‘so’ look. Why would he want to talk to the punk’s fuck buddy? Why was the punk’s fuck buddy calling him here?

“It’s about Bain.”

Cheza went ‘oh’ and grabbed the phone. “So what’s going on with the little shithead? He was supposed to come here like yesterday but instead, he just ran out of the shop with the blob on his heels. “

“He’s over at the old parts of the city. He’s been there for past 24 hours and left the ‘blob’ at my place, just about to break down my bathroom door from ramming it all day.” the dark blonde sounded worried and tired.

“Why?” God, he’s Frosty by now. It snowed all night last night.

“Cause I locked him in my bathroom!” He screamed at no-one cause Travers had went out the door just two minutes ago.

“And if you get a hold of Bain, tell him that he owns me a new door!”

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Five ran stoplights and two almost crashes later, Detective Cheza finally parked his car on the street and went looking for a man to kill. A five foot five, about 120 pounds man, with enough metal on his face and ears and around his neck to make the Titanic tip over, blonde hair with blue and purple strands mixed it and a mouth that always has an insult or something smart to say to be precise.

He ran up and down the street, asking random people if they saw such a man. But none had and the more time passes and the more he began to worry.

“Oh, he’s right there. On the stoop of that old bank building.” A very lovely street walker said. She was so lovely that he could kiss her. After she drank a gallon of mouthwash.

Travers walked quickly to the stoop but stopped at the foot of the stairs to just stare at the most saddest sight that he never wanted to see again. Bain Withers, almost blue with cold with a lit cigarette in hand and numerous bottle of alcohol at his feet.

“Oh. Bain.” He whispered as he shrugged off his winter coat as he moved up to the stoop and pulled the still but still breathing blonde man to him so he could wrapped him up in the big thick lined coat.

Most of the bottles shattered and rolled away as the dark haired detective moved themselves so he was using the stone railing to support his back as he laid the nearly frozen body between his leg and against his chest as large hands rubbed warmth back into the fail body.

“My folks used to live down there before it was turned into a pub. And right here was when He picked me up when I was trying to run away because I was the only one that didn’t get a CD player for my birthday.” The voice sound so weak and it shivered and teeth chattered with cold.

But Travers knew when Bain starts talking about the past, it was the past to just let him.

“He first took me to a sandwich place cause I was a little hungry and he talked about how he had children of his own that could play with me. He said that I would like his house. Like a fucking stupid kid, I had agree to go. But when we finally got there, He changed on me. Started to say how he was going to protect me from the horrors of the outside world. And that no-one was going to ever hurt me again. He said that my name was Lance, not Bain and took me upstairs for a bath.” Travers held the other man closer when he heard him trying to hold back sobs.

“He washed every single part me. Even my cock and balls and in areas that no one should be touching a little by or a little girl in. Saying that I had to be very clean to live his house. Then he took me to a room where the other little boys stayed in and hel-helped me dress and dried and combed my hair. Saying that he loved how fine and so bright it was. Then he kissed me on the cheek like my grandma does and told me the rules of the house.”

It was breaking his heart to hear a grown man cry but he didn’t want the blonde man to suddenly stop talking. It was cruel but it was also very needed for the both of them.

“In the first week, I did as I was told cause the other kids told e that bad things will happen to me if I don’t. But I didn’t want to be there anymore, especially since He started molesting me, claiming that was how people show love and care to each other. So I tried to escape a few times but He always catches me and then He took me to the room where He takes bad little children and ties me down on a table so I wouldn’t move and started to whip me with this old nasty belt. Then like a airhead, I started getting back him by breaking things and throwing tantrums left and right. He just whipped me more and smacked me around. One time he even picked me and tossed me hard enough to break a table. And a few chairs.” He paused for a minute to smoke the last puffs of his cigarette before it was flicked away.

Travers now regrets every thought he had about Bain deserving to be hit as a young child. He was indeed hit and then some for just trying to fight back his abductor.

“ Then He would try to make it all up by kissing my cuts and bruises but very soon, He had me on his bed with his dick rubbing on me and then shoved up my ass. I wanted to kill him the first time. I wanted to die the second time. Then I stopped caring around the third and forth time. It was always happen on his bed too. Never on a couch or table or up on a fucking wall, just always on his mother fucking bed! I can’t even see a bed without going nuts with fear.”

“The oldest children would help clean me up after a beating or a rape. But they would say it was my fault, I got him mad and then made myself a favorite in the process. And favorites don’t last very long in that house. Cause He would do it way too rough sometimes and then we don’t see that kid anymore.”

“My thirteen birthday was coming up and I knew I didn’t want to die like everyone has before me. I saw what He does to the birthday kid after the party and takes him or her down to the caller. He fucking shoves them into a motherfucking box and then nails it shut and buries them in the ground. I heard them screaming and beating on the lid. I tried to help them but I was caught and punished twice as much. I heard after a month or so, He unburies the boxes and dumps the bodies out in the backyard in his grand garden. I didn’t want to die so I could be plant food. So one night, when he took me up to his room. I broke a mirror and grabbed the biggest piece and started stabbing him with it but he just got really angry and just forced the piece of glass out of my hand and cuts me with it till I guess I finally passed out from a lack of blood.”

The dark haired detective knew the rest of the story for he had already read it in the man’ files. He didn’t need to hear from Bain so he just told the man that it wasn’t necessary for him to continue.

“That little girl is going to need your help cause she and countless of other children are just going to go through what you did. Maybe even worse.” He talked as he held on to the frail but very strong body in his arms.

The thick arms loosen as he felt the body moving around till he saw teary moonstone eyes starring right up at him.

“Is that all I am to you? A source of information for a sick fuck?” He heard the hurt and disappointment in the other’s voice. It cut through him like a knife.

Is that what Bain thought every time he had tried to get him to talk to him about the case?

That he was that heartless and cruel?

“No.” A large hand cupped a very cold cheek, warming it with his touch and used a thumb to wiped away his tears. From here, he could smell the tobacco and alcohol on the man’s breath and wrinkled his nose at the stink of it.

“You are my friend. I like you even though half the time, I just want to wring your little neck.” He smiled as he pressed his forehead against the other’s forehead. Warming it as they just laid there in the freezing cold.

“I like you too even though you are a just big caveman.” The other whispered and moved closer, cocking his head a bit to the side as if he was going to kiss him on the mouth.

It was then Travers thought it wouldn’t be so bad to just kiss another man if he was Bain Withers. He moved to meet him but was confused to see the smaller man just stopped and moved away.

That just wouldn’t do.

Not at all.

His hands grabbed on the sinewy arms to keep him from moving away from me even more.

“Let me go!” Bain tried to squirmed out of the tight hold but this time, Cheza wasn’t holding back and proved how much stronger he was. Which was much more then the frighten man ever thought of.

“No. Not until you tell me why you won’t kiss me.” His voice and eyes demanded a straight answer.

“Cause you’re straight and I am not some bimbo with huge tits and I have a dick!” He was back to crying again but this time for a different thing. “ I wanted to kiss you for a while but I keep being reminded that straight men don’t kiss other men.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing that you’re not bimbo with huge tits.” The moonstone eyes opened to see the bigger man chuckling at him. “I don’t them with big racks. Frankly, then only problem that I had is your big mouth. It’s never closed long enough for me to kiss it.”

Bain just went “Huh?” before that flat thin mouth was pressed hard against his. His lip rings were bruising the other’s mouth but Travers didn’t care, in fact he found it kind of nice having cold metal being pressed against his warm mouth. It didn’t take long for both mouths to open and he felt the smooth surfaced ball rubbing against his tongue.

They only broke apart for air and the pure fact that they both were freezing their asses off in the cold December night air. Travers stood up with Bain still in his arms and inside his coat and led him to his parked car.

“So, where are we going?” The blonde asked as they both waited for the car to warm up.

“My place’s closer and there you could have a nice hot shower and something warm in your stomach besides all that beer that you drank. I’m surprised that you haven’t died of alcohol poisoning yet. I counted at least twenty bottles.” He rubbed his hands together to warm them up before they gripped the cold steering wheel.

“Not all of them were mine. A bum was keeping the place warm for me as I went off to buy him and myself the beer. He left about a thirty minutes before you showed up.” Bain huddled tight inside the borrowed coat before rolling his eyes to meet up with storm grey ones that was staring back at him from across the chair. “ I had about four bottles. Te dude had two more then I did and the rest were there before I was.”

Travers gave a soft chuckle before his hand reached to pull the annoying blonde back to him for another sloppy kiss. Then he left the other go and drove out onto the road and out of the street then onto the ones that he needed to go home.

Bain fell asleep long before the first red-light with a smile on his pale face.

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