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

Entry tags:

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?"

Edited 2015-12-10 22:34 (UTC)

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."

He doesn't mind taking Ryouta to his room. It's going to be a mess, he knows. Mostly because he has medical supplies pretty much decorating the place not to mention shot glasses and alcohol. He hasn't trashed the place because this isn't a hotel room, but he obviously doesn't really care about things like keeping shit tidy.

"It's a room." He states with a shrug and heads in to grab the wallet. He turns with it and tosses it towards Ryouta. "Here. Catch." A pause. "And once you do, open it." He knows what's inside. It's court side seats to the next Pro Basketball game in town.

Ryouta has to smile because, medical equipment aside, its exactly what he thought it would look like. Maybe there was more alcohol than he expected, it wasn't like Ryouta could judge. He'd been drinking more lately too. All the stress of being in the industry.

He catches the wallet easily, and curious he looks in. He sees the tickets and pulls them out, not quite registering what they are until they're in front of his face.

"Xan" he said, a bit breathless. Holy shit. This was, was this.

Ask later, thank now.

"Xanxus, this is amazing thank you!"

He goes over to the other man. He wants to hug him tight, push him on the bed show him just how thankful he is. Instead he just lightly kisses him. "I really want to blow you right now, and when you're better I'm going to ride your dick until you're nothing but putty."

The reaction was worth all the hoops he had to jump through to get those tickets. Now he really really hates that he's in the state he's in. Because he knows he's enjoy that sort of thanks. He'll accept the kiss for now, returning it and giving the younger man a little smile. "Well, they say you should always give people things you know they'd enjoy for Solstice. So... Well." He shrugs. He's not really good at this being nice thing.

"Happy Solstice, Ryouta. And now I'll do whatever the fuck the docs tell me, just to get better faster. Because that sounds like a great Solstice present to me."

Ryouta pulls back, a bit reluctant, but minding the fact that Xanxus is still injured. "Xan, this is literally the best."

He's falling, god help him, he's falling. He's been telling himself that Xanxus just a friend and that they have awesome sex, but this. This had to cost some money. Court side seats? The Stars might not be the best team around, but they're popular and are usually in the top ten. Usually number ten, but still.

Maybe Xanxus liked him back? He didn't dare ask.

"You definitely blew my gift for you out of the water. I'll have to come up with something awesome."

He had gotten all the guys on his list designer tee shirts. Xanxus might not wear a lot of shirts, but one of the ones he got for him said 'Bad Influence' and had a pair of lions on it. Prefect for Xanxus. Needless to say Xanxus was going to get a lot of orgasms from him this month if he couldn't think of anything.

"I should probably get going." He gave Xanxus a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for giving me back the wallet. And for the tickets."

He preens just a little. It pleases him a lot that he got that sort of reaction. He'll probably gloat for a while that he managed to do something right because he generally sucks at gifts. Hell, pretty much everyone else got festive condoms. Which honestly, Ryouta was going to get as well. Though they would be filled with Xanxus when he got them.

He grins at the little kiss and he limps his way to his door. "I'll show you back down." Just in case really. He doesn't want Ryouta to get into trouble for being here all alone. And if he wants to visit other friends, when Xanxus will let him, But he'll escort him at least that far.

(no subject)

yellowcopycat - 2016-01-29 03:53 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only