interstellar5555 | I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out

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I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out

Who: Xanxus and YOU
What: after "mysteriously disappearing" guess who's suddenly back
When: 3 December
Where: Pride HQ and around town
Warnings: sighs Xanxus should be his own warning. Mentions of violence, physical injury/torture, branding, drug use, alcohol use, swearing, will add as needed.

I - Pride HQ
They finally let him out of the damn infirmary. Honestly, he probably should have stayed there a few more days, but Xanxus being Xanxus totally ingratiated himself to the nurses by hitting on them and thus, he had been shoved out the door to stop him from harassing them more. No big deal right?

Well, it should be because he's sort of limping his way from the infirmary back to the elevator in not but a hospital gown. But he's not embarrassed at all. No. He looks damn proud of himself, like he isn't wearing more cuts and bruises and stitches than any one person should have. He might even be whistling a little as he goes.

II - Chez Carnie
Shithole sweet shithole. It's sort of nice to get back to this place that he calls home. He doesn't really expect anyone there waiting for him. No...that's not these people. He has a fragment of that memory but he still can't put a face on the owner of those arms in that memory. Besides, he's not falling through this door. He's just going to walk right in as if he hadn't been gone. He's heading straight to his room. He needs his leathers if he's ever going to feel normal again.

III. Some bar in town
Should someone as heavily injured as Xanxus even be walking to some nightclub? Does it matter? Because what does a man want with his first night of freedom after unwilling captivity? Hit the clubs of course. Chicks dig bruises and scars and he can spin a hell of a lie if he wants to. Besides, he's itching for some alcohol that isn't monitored by the label. It's a pretty good chance that he'll be found sitting rather gingerly at the bar nursing a bottle of tequila. He ignores all the questions that might come his way with a "Buy me another drink and maybe I'll tell you."

IV. Wild card
Anything else you want to do, go for it!

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Ryouta is coming up from the dance floor to get a drink from the bar when he finds Xanxus at the bar. Several emotions go through him at once. Relief that Xanxus is alive, anger that he hadn't contacted Ryouta at all, and then lastly, and most powerfully, worry. It's obvious that Xanxus is hurt.

"Xanxus?" he walks over and slides into the seat next to him. "Um, hey?"

What the hell? Was he in a fight? Those bruises look bad.

More than just hurt. The asshole should still be in the hospital honestly. Not sitting here drinking. But he's never done anything he was supposed to. So here he is, stitches and bandages and bruises and all. He's having problems even picking up his glass, like someone tried to break his fingers at some point.

He notes the sudden addition of blond a stool over and slowly smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes though. He's putting on a good front because he has a reputation to protect even now. "If it isn't Ryouta. Burning up the dance floor, hmm, mi tesoro." He waves towards the tender and fights a wince. "Hey, Sal, bring my friend here whatever he wants, okay."

"Xanxus," he said softly. There were a million things he wanted to say. But first he needed something to drink. "Electric Lemonade please," he said. "And a Gatorade. Blue one please!" He smiled at the bartender and passed him a few bucks as tip. The Gatorade was handed to him first and he drank it down. Dancing was extremely physical, and he needed those carbohydrates! Xanxus was right, he had been tearing up the dance floor. He passed the bar tender the empty bottle when given his other drink.

"Xan," he began, turning his attention back to Xanxus. "Luci told me that Predator had you. Is that true?" His eyes were wide and worried. "Because of setting their shit on fire?"

He shifted a little to the side to make more room for the blond. He fights a wince when he does. It's annoying as hell, how much he hurts, but he can't let it be seen. If he shows weakness now, then he's letting them win. He can't let them win. He has to be strong. And that means laughing it off and forcing himself forward even if he's falling apart.

Xanxus watches the bob of Ryouta's Adams Apple while he drinks his Gatorade. In a way, he wishes he wasn't so injured. He would love to take the younger man out onto that dance floor and show these people how it's done. But as it is, he's barely holding his glass without dropping it.

"Did she?" he puts the glass down before he turns to look at Ryouta fully. He is definitely going to have more scars on his face once the stitches come out. "It's not untrue. I lit their trailer on fire." He didn't sound sorry for that at all. Like being beaten this badly was worth it. "And then I got to spend some quality time with them. It was a great vacation. Real kinky." So long as he makes jokes about it, he can pretend that it wasn't as shitty as it was.

Unlucky for Xanxus is that Ryouta has good eyes. He doesn't say anything though. He's... he doesn't think he has the place to say that. He takes his drink and sips at it, watching Xanxus.

"She and Jamie told me about they did to you guys," he said. "So I think they deserved it." He reached over to put his hand on Xanxus' thought better of it, so set it next to Xanxus' hand and gave it a nudge to show solidarity. "I'm sorry they took you again. I wish I could have helped. Somehow." Because he has no idea how he could help. This was so beyond him. "I... if you want to vent, I'll listen." He could do that. That's really all he could do.

He paused, and then, because it was on his mind and he needed to say it now before he lost his nerve. "Also, can I have Tsuna's wallet back?"

Edited 2015-12-07 05:04 (UTC)

He frowns more and he has to lean against the bar for a moment. He tries to make it look nonchalant. But he's using it to keep himself from slumping. He had sort of hoped that none of that never got to Virgo. He wonders if Ryouta knew about Tiger yet. Not that he felt guilty about that. He never had and he never would, even if that made him just as bad as those asshole who had started this.

His frown shifts into an almost smirk at the little touch to the side of his hand. He's certain Ryouta can see the edge of the bandages peeking out from under his sleeves. He's definitely beat to hell, because he's wearing an actual shirt with full sleeves.

"Ryouta, there wasn't anything you could have done. They did...something. When they grabbed us the first time and when they grabbed me this time. There was this sound and then I was on the floor and next thing I knew, I was enjoying their hospitality in the dungeon." He pauses. "If you tried, you'd be right in there with me and if anyone's going to do kinky shit with you, I want it to be me and not those fucktards cause at least I know how to make that shit feel good."

He's totally venting though he trails off and looks away. Of course. He could lie. Say he didn't know what Ryouta was talking about. Pretend he didn't know who that Tsuna brat was...but he just doesn't have the energy for it right now. "That kid ratted me out then, did he? Well, I don't have it with me. It's back at Chez Carnie... but I'll give it back...to you. Not to him. He spilled my beer."

"Well, he described you and I put two and two together," Ryouta said, trying to give him a stern look. "And that's fine. I'm sure he was sorry. He's a good kid." He paused and then said. "I'll make up for the beer. You know I'm more fun than bullying him is."

He leans in close. "Next time he spills your beer, tell me and I'll make up for it. He's part of my band. I've got to look out for him. Fair enough?" He's trying to be stern and casual at the same time. He doesn't want to threaten Xanxus, but he doesn't want to seem like a pushover either. There are some things you gotta draw a line for, and for Ryouta, messing with his band was one.

He pulled back and took another drink, thinking. What Xanxus was saying was pretty much what Jay and Luci had said; no one can touch Predator. Well, three people, including the most badass person he knew, told him that they were untouchable. So he was going to let it go. But, fuck. He hated that his friends at Pride had gone through that. Had Sora and Maxxie as well? He felt a surge of anger at the thought Sora being tortured.

He looked back over at Xanxus, at how much he was in. He knew better to ask if the other man was okay. He'd probably just get a bullshit answer. "What are your plans for the night?"

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Xanxus all but ignores the stern look. Instead, he decides to latch on the unspoken suggestion at the end of that. "You're right. Bullying you is a lot more fun. You make the best faces when I'm picking on you."n He gives the other a feral grin that looks a little more wild with the bruises and stitches on his face.

"You do know that now I'm going to purposely hunt him down so he can spill things on me, just so you will have to make it up to me." After all, Xanxus has some really strange ways of flirting. It kept his mind off of how much he was hurting.

He raises a split eyebrow and glances to the blond and then to the alcohol. "My plans? I was hoping to see just how drunk I could get myself. Probably not drunk enough. But I was going to take a good shot at it. I probably won't be the best company. I can't dance with you for a while." Which honestly sucks. "Then I'd go back to Pride HQ to get that wallet for you."

Which figures, but Ryouta's proud of himself for not being a push over. At least not completely. Xanxus' mentioning picking on him strikes something in him. Something like... Aomine? Teasing him, riling him up? Brief flashes of memories he doesn't recognize flash before his eyes. No, not just Aomine, others. Green haired? Purple haired? what's up with those hair colors? He shakes his head before he can get too caught up in them, putting a hand to his eye. "Sorry, brain freeze."

He looks over at Xanxus, lowers his hand, and pouts slightly. Yeah, Xanxus would do that. And really, there's no way for him to dissuade him from doing it. Well, he could just warn Tsuna to keep away from him as much as possible. "Don't do it too much. I don't want him to have a heart attack before he's fifteen." He puts his hand on Xanxus' then, gives it a squeeze. "Let me know when you feel better. We'll make a night of it."

He watches Kise out of the corner of his eye. He's already planning something with that wallet now. It's the perfect way to get the gift he'd been planning on giving him to the other. But maybe after he gets Ryouta to pout more. He really does love that expression. It makes him want to bully the blond more. There's a very very small part of him that whispers, asking him what would happen if he went from picking on the younger man to punching him but that's a strange thought and one he doesn't dwell on long. Ryouta's never done anything to him to deserve getting hit...

"Fine. I won't do it too much. I'll just go right to the source." He flinches a little at the squeeze. It seems that someone tried to break his fingers at some point. But it's only just that small reaction before he's leaning a little. He might be trying to steal a small kiss. "I'll let you know as soon as I'm considered well enough." Probably before that. It's not like he listens to people in authority.

The pout turns into a smile. A small, pleased and adoring smile. "I can live with that." He leans in too, if Xanxus wants that kiss Ryouta would gladly give it to him.

"I was really worried about you," he said, voice soft. "I'm glad you're," he falters. Xanxus doesn't look okay at all, and safe sounds like a lie for some reason. "I'm glad you're back."

He sort of wishes he was well enough to give Rouyta a proper overpowering kiss. He's not so he has to settle for that quickie. Soon as he's done though, he returns to his drink. He can't apologize. But he can make it up to the younger male. "Hey...Ryouta. When you're done here, mind if you came back to Pride HQ with me so I can get you that wallet?"

"Um, yeah sure." Ryouta sipped as his as well.

He always wanted to visit Pride HQ. Not just for Xanxus, but for his friends in Flashstep.

"I'll be ready to go as soon as I'm done with my drink." He looks over at the crowd. "Not really my crowd tonight."

"Then I'll wait right here for you. I think I'm done with my drink. It's not really helping anyway." He can give up trying to liquid painkiller to escort Ryouta back to Pride. He'd have to be careful about smuggling the guy in. Keep the paparazzi from seeing it, mostly for Ryouta's sake.

After that though...well, it would all depend on his reaction to what Xanxus stuck in Tsuna's wallet.

"Okay."

With that Ryouta downed his drink and then gave Xanxus a smile. He was a little tipsy from drinking it so fast, but he was mostly functional.

"I'm ready to go!"

He hesitated, then he held out his hand for Xanxus. He just kept smiling. Leaving Xanxus to believe he was holding his hand out to help him out or just to hold it.

He watches the other down his drink. Watches the little bob of his throat. Tries to think clean thoughts because he's in no shape at all for that sort of thing. Still Ryouta always makes things difficult just by being Ryouta. Like holding out his hand.

It's almost unconscious, the way he lashes out, as if to knock the hand away. He manages to stop himself before he actually hits the younger man and blinks for a moment. "...Sorry. Last time someone reached out to me like that it was to hold me down..." He mutters under his breath, quiet enough that no one else might hear it and he takes Ryouta's hand to get to standing again.

He keeps that hand in his. Fuck the fans that might want to take pictures of that shit. His goal is to get Ryouta to a taxi and out to the HQ. The rest he could care less about. After all, this is the first time he's actually taking Ryouta home. Normally, when they get together, it's in some hotel somewhere. In a way, it's actually a pretty big deal.

Ryouta blinks rapidly at almost being hit, but he nods at Xanxus' explanation. "I get it," he said softly as Xanxus took his hand. He gives it a light squeeze and waits for Xanxus to fall into step with him. He lets the older man set the pace due to his injuries.

Ryouta beams because Xanxus hasn't taken his hand away. They're walking outside hand in hand, and even though Ryouta knows better, he's feeling so happy.

He hails a taxi and gives Xanxus a brilliant smile as it pulls up. "Thanks for giving it back to me Xanxus."

He'll let go of the hand to open the door. He doesn't do it for Ryouta mostly because he's using the tall blond as a shield to hide how hard it is for him to get in the vehicle.

He sighs once inside and waits for Kise to get in so they can go to the Pride building. He enjoys the way the blond smiles and sort of loops a bandaged arm around his shoulder.

"Don't thank me yet. I might change my mind." He won't, but he likes to tease.

He knows Xanxus is teasing, or hopes so anyways. He pouts and slides in. Making a pleased sound when Xanxus puts an arm around him.

"Don't say that," he said, putting a little whine in his voice and pronouncing his pout. "I'll make worth your while if you give it to me."

He can't resist that pout. He really can't. It makes him what to do all sorts of things to Kise. Things that he can't do right now with how badly injured he is. He wants to bite that jutting lower lip. Bite it hard. He's been getting a lot more urges to have more pain in their play lately but he's been ignoring it because he's never had those urges before.

"Will you then. Well then, it's good we're headed back then. I might not let you out of Chez Carnie for a little." Because hurt or not, he can't resist enjoying a fun little time with the younger man. A time that will come very soon since the head quarters is close.

Once the car stops, he'll crawl out, swearing and muttering as he does. "Follow me and don't get lost."

He's not going to lie, he's tempted to offer blowing Xanxus right there. But he's not sure Xanxus would be up for it. They might have teased about Kise doing all the work, but he can see how much pain the other man is in.

"Gotcha," he said as he slide out the car and stuck close to Xanxus. He's nervous. He had been told time and again not to step foot in Pride HQ, and here he was, about to do just that.

He was getting Tsuna his stuff back, that was his story and it was true.

He won't let anything happen to Kise. He will punch the fuck out of anyone that dares try to hurt the blond or stop him. It's not like they're doing anything wrong. Still, he keeps a possessive and protective arm over the man. It also helps him walk better.

He leads into the elevator. He won't be lingering to give a building tour. The longer they're here, the more dangerous it is for Kise. He breaths a sigh of relief when the doors close and they're on the way up. Of course he knows they aren't free and clear yet. He doesn't know if there's anyone at Chez Carnie but he knows his people won't question his bringing such an attractive man to their penthouse, even if he's never brought anyone back before.

Ryouta is visibly nervous. Huddling close to Xanxus, trying to put on a brave face. He only relaxes when the elevator doors close.

With that out of the way, which he thinks is the worst of it, Kise feels a lot more relaxed and excited, still nervous, but a different kind of nervous joins the 'oh shit I'm going to get in so much trouble' nervous. Out of the people he's been with (Which is just Maxxie and Xanxus, and to be honest, it's mostly platonic between him and Maxxie. Which is what it should be between him and Xanxus, but he can't help but like the older man for some reason) he never taken them home, or gone with them. Mostly because they're Pride, but here he is.

The elevator doors open and Kise can't help but look around. It's different from Virgo HQ, but similar too. A lot more red. Ankh would like.

"This is so exciting," he said. "I've never sneaked into a building like this before."

He all but drapes himself around Ryouta as they ride up to his penthouse floor. He can use being so hurt as an excuse if questioned. He won't nuzzle at him because he doubts this will be a long visit.

"You're not sneaking though. You're my guest. I'll kick the ass of anyone that says otherwise." Yeah because he's totally capable of that with broken ribs and using a damn cane to walk.

The elevator dings and he's letting go to lead Ryouta into Carnie territory. He knows it's a bit of a mess, it always is. But at least no one's walking around without pants on when they get in. "His wallet is in my room. If you want to come in you can but if you want to chill out here, you're free to. Either way, I'll be right back."

He'll limp his way to his room to get Tsuna's wallet.

Ryouta wisely doesn't say anything. Still, if Xanxus did get into a fight he wouldn't bet against him.

"I'll come with you," Ryouta said as he looked around the suite. It's messier than his band's. Ryouta is neat in general. Occasionally he'll leave clothes on the floor, mostly socks, but he does his best to keep his room clean. "I curious to see what your room looks like."

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