interstellar5555 | 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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It probably is actually open. He is sort of still in that paper hospital gown. Mostly because he doesn't give a fuck and because he's planning on getting his leathers on once he's upstairs.

He stops halfway through the lobby to look at Tooru. "Those bitches are no fun and wouldn't hold my dick while I peed. Plus they sucked at sponge baths with happy endings so I decided it was time to go." In other words, he had been kicked out for being a pig.

"Having seen your dick at the Fest, I don't blame them." Yes, Tooru had been one of the people who had seen the dick off between him and the 'puppy shark' and was happy that Xanxus' had been (much) bigger than the other asshole.

He walked over to him, and then sucked in some air. Holy fuck this guy was in bad shape.

"Ah, glad to know that Pride Medical staff is the bottom of the barrel. I had thought as much." He walked around, trying to decide whether or not he should try to convince the man to go to the hospital, a real one, when he finds, yes, the back door is open, and there's a mother fucking brand on his ass.

"That's..." Predator's symbol, he didn't say. He got the impression it wouldn't be smart to say. He wasn't sure if he was more afraid of upsetting Xanxus, or of discovering the fact one of Pride's bands was bunch of sick sadists. "Should I come up with a false tip to give to the police?" He asked lightly. He wondered if the police could actually get into Pride HQ.

"Only the best can handle so much cock all at once. A real shame too. That one nurse's assistant was super cute. I'd totally have banged her." He says that but he probably wouldn't have been able to do anything at all. Sort of can't screw when you have broken ribs unless you want to risk that punctured lung.

He feels like a damn animal in a cage with how Oiwaka looks at him. He wants to snap at him to tell him to "stare a little more, why don't you". But he doesn't. Getting angry will raise his blood pressure and pop his sutures. But he's getting close to it when the other man goes around him. He tries to keep it light, as if there's totally nothing back there to be looking at other than his amazing (but scarred) ass. "Yeah yeah, You know what they say. You get what you pay for and those assholes are free so...what can you do?" He shrugs and winces and then...his shoulders go stiff.

"NO!" It's louder than he wanted it to be, and too fast. He can't play it off. "No... no fucking police. Cops and I don't get along." That and he has a feeling that the police wouldn't do jack shit about it anyway. "It's fine. It's cool. You understand me, Tooru?"

Tooru decides not to comment on the disgusting garbage coming out of Xanxus' mouth. He knows it's mostly posturing.

Not the first time Tooru has done that to someone. Part of the reason he acts as silly as he does it make people forget how perceptive he can be. He moves so he's standing next to Xanxus. "Hmm, that's a good point. Remind me never to go to them."

He pauses and then quietly. "I figured you and the police don't get along," he keeps looking ahead, eyes watching the door. "I wasn't going to bring you up, by the way. I'll respect your wishes. For now, however."

Then he puts on a bright smile. "Congrats on winning the dick off Xan-Xan! Not that you had much in the way of competition!"

It's probably a good thing. Xanxus isn't in the mood for anyone to call him on his shit. It's all he has right now. It's the only thing keeping him going. As long as he can bullshit, he doesn't have to deal with what happened in that room. He can deal with it later. When he's alone and drunk and no one has to see that.

He watches the other man a little too closely. He's obviously paranoid. He's braced and he doesn't relax until he can see Tooru in his full field of vision again. He is glad that the other isn't going to go to the police. Even if his name is left out of it, it'd still be pretty obvious it was him being reported. Not anyone else other than Krieg from Virgo getting assaulted to the point of needing the hospital. "No for now. That's the way it is."

He then smirks and might sort of lean on his fellow pride artist for support. He can't stand for too long on his own. "Too bad the only prize was being the biggest. You'd think I'd get something cool, like a giant golden cock statue or something, but no. All I get is a censor bar. It sucks. But now I can sign those tabloids for my fans, so there's a win." Because only Xanxus would autograph censored pictures of his dick.

Shows what you know, Xanxus. Unlike you, Tooru Oikawa is smart. Not only wouldn't he have not mentioned you, he would have come up with accusations of illegal drug use. He's sure Predator uses. He's sure there's a good number of bands in Pride that abuse illegals. Hell, he's pretty sure Xanxus is itching to shoot himself up with coke right now. It's really none of his business, but it'd be really, really easy to get someone arrested here. And nary a word of 'my friend got beat up' mentioned. He's going to keep that option in his back pocket though. Xanxus doesn't look like he takes no for an answer. Fucking alpha dogs; too much balls, not enough brains.

And, because he could. "Well, it is impressive, but I don't think you're going to win Biggest Cock of All Time. I've seen pretty big ones."

Heroin but close enough. In fact, he'll probably be using even more heavily, if only because it's a really good painkiller. But he's not about to say that because he is just what Oikawa thinks of him as. He's the alpha dog of all alpha dogs. He's the top predator in the jungle even if right now he was hurting because of a bunch of jackals.

"You know the camera doesn't do anyone justice. I'd whip it out right here and give you a first person meeting with it but the paper dress sort of kills the look. So you'll just have to settle for the pictures. Besides, now I want to know just who's dicks you've been looking at?" Nothing but asking about another dude's sex life to take his mind off the state of his own body.

"Oh, just a fellow student from Blue Leaf who gave up music and turned to gay porn. Probably making more money." Is he telling the truth, or is he just being a dick. Hard to tell.

"Anyways, I've already seen it in person. I was in the crowd when the two of you whipped them out. I almost went and got a ruler, but I figured Squalo had been humiliated enough."

"Good to know I have a career path I can go down if this doesn't work out for me." He's probably being a dick back. "And good to know. Too bad you didn't have a ruler. But I think you'd need a yardstick for me." He's made his way to the elevator and presses the up button.

Tooru raised an eyebrow. Fucking alpha dog. Xanxus might be a king of the jungle, but Tooru is a smarter predator. He gave Xanxus a sweet smile as the elevator doors open. "Well, I don't know if it was that big, but it's nice to have dreams."

And because he can. "I'd think you make a better bottom than a top, personally."

"And you'll be dreaming about it forever, I know." He smirks a little. It's sort of a good distraction, being like this with Tooru. He can ignore the pain and the humiliation in order to trade crap with the other artist.

He limps into the elevator and looks to the shorter man. "Hate to destroy your nighttime fantasies but no way in hell I'll ever take it up the ass no matter what all the fanfictions seem to think."

"You wish I would have dreams about your oversized horse cock~" Tooru sing songed. "But I'm afraid I prefer men with normal size ones." He winked. "But too bad about your ass. It looks like a dream."

He stepped back, flashing a peace sign. "Stay out of trouble. And don't let your manager near your dick. I hear she has teeth down there."

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