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PostSubject: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 7:49 pm

Rhett was standing just inside the doorway, his strong arms cradling Cameron as he prepared to let the boy go. Finn had strict rules about how late his son could stay out. Before they had not been needed, but now that Cameron had developed a rebellious streak his mother was determined to keep him sheltered in at least some ways.
"Call meh as soon as ya make et home soh ah know ya made et there safely." The Scotsman's voice was a low murmur, his lips doing dirty tricks as it trailed along the outer shell of Cameron's ear. Rhett could never seem to keep his hands off the boy when they were together, even when being serious. "An remeber thah ah love ya more than life itself laddie. Ah'll beh missin' ya every minute that you're gone."

"I guess I'll see you the next time you miss me, eh Candy?" Anderson was teasing his lover as he waited on Cameron and Rhett to finish saying their goodnights. The near gargantuan werewolf was standing with his back curled in order to fully wind his arms around Cove's waist. Every few moments one of Andersons hands would dip low enough to gently pinch the Scotsman's pert behind. He wore a nearly fiendish grin eachtime he was caught. "I hope that's soon. Like, tonight soon." Anderson gave a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, but even if Cove refused any intimacy the werewolf was more than content to simply spend time listening to him speak in that sensual accent he loved so much. There was a slight pause, filled with Anderson leaning even further down in order to gently bump their noses together.
"Give me a kiss for the road, Cove. I'll miss you. " He didn't use the boys given name often, for the most part because he enjoyed how flustered Cove could get at the teasing. But Anderson always made sure to use it in their most intimate moments, wanting Cove to rest assured that he and he alone owned the giants heart. His name was carved upon Anderson's soul, the werewolf was certain.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 8:43 pm

"Don't miss me too much, I'll be back soon." Cameron smirked lightly, his lithe body wrapped around his Scottish lover as he bid him goodbye for the night. "I'll call you soon as I get in." He reassured, blushing lightly at the man's mouth on his ear. Even if he had grown up a lot and became more comfortable and confident with himself, he still couldn't help but turn scarlet every time his lover touched him. God, he didn't want to go. Damn his mother. He was over eighteen now, he should be able to do whatever he wanted. Still though, he was a momma's boy and always would be. "Love you." He murmured, capturing the man's lips deeply.

"I'll miss ya too, even if yar a pain in tha arse." Cove grunted, unable to stop the smile that spread across his face at hearing the wolf say his real name for once. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck, grateful that he was bent over even though it made him feel like a child. He then pulled his lover in for a kiss that was passionate, yet sweeter than usual. "And ah thought ya would've had enough of me tha past few days to last ya for a year." He chuckled. Most people couldn't stand to be around him for this long. But here was Andy, not wanting to leave. He rather enjoyed it. "Ah'll see ya tomorrow, don't worreh." He began carding his fingers through the giant's long lavender locks, just gently caressing the back of his head to stall him for a moment longer. Finally though, he felt like he had no choice. "Goodbyeh, Andeh." He always made sure the last word he said was the man's name, knowing how much he enjoyed hearing it spoken in the thick Scottish accent.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 9:44 pm

"Ah'm holdin' ya to that.  If ah don' get a call, ah'll punish ya fer et later."  The burly Scotsman playfully swatted Cameron's behind, further suggesting his threat to spank the boy.  It was something Rhett often enjoyed.  "Ah love ya too, mah sweet."
Anderson was tugging Cameron away after that, struck silly by the chills he'd received at hearing Cove speak his name. If he didn't go then, he would wind up staying.  Cove lips were simply too inviting for him to resist.  
"So, you're still going home early because momma says so?"  Anderson began teasing immediately as he started up his truck, pulling from the driveway and onto the road.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 10:23 pm

"Oh shut up." Cameron punched the taller boy in the arm as they began the drive home. "You've only met my momma a few times so you don't get it. Pretty sure he could kick even Rhett's ass. He's scary as hell. I'd rather not piss him off." He almost considered calling the man and telling him he was staying over at Rhett's, screw his damn curfew. But as always, he thought better of it. He rarely disobeyed his mother. The only real issue he'd ever done that on was dating Rhett in the first place. "At least I've got a reason I have to go home. Why exactly did you let Cove go for the night?" He arched an eyebrow, sitting back and relaxing as Anderson drove.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 10:42 pm

"Because I had to take your irritating and scrawny ass home.  If not for you i'd still be trying to cop a feel."  The lavender hair werewolf chortled softly at the thought, always enjoying his memories of Cove.  "But really, I don't want to over stay my welcome, you know?"  Morgan had ended things with him because he'd finally decided he wasnt ready for a relationship.  Anderson had contributed some of that to his constantly being over at the mans home.  Morgan had to have felt trapped or something with how he'd finally lashed out.
Anderson didn't ever want Cove to look at him with such resentment in his eyes.
"I have been there for a while now.  Cove let me spend the night, so im not going to push it." He knew that his presence could become a nuisance, and the last thing he wanted was for Cove to come to that same conclusion.  "Besides, they needed some father and son time anyways. When we get home, me and you can find something we can to do together."  Anderson glanced over to grin at his passenger, eyes flickering back to the road just in time to glimpse a vehicle parked on the shoulder.  There seemed to be a person standing with a tire at the rear of the car, as though they were waiting for someone to stop and aid them with changing a flat.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 11:12 pm

"Yeah, guess they do need their father and son time." Cameron nodded. "They're really close... it's cute." He smirked. He never would have guessed Cove would be such a daddy's boy. But he had witnessed it himself now, Rhett was a wonderful father. He glanced over to the side of the road as they neared the car. "You happen to know how to change a tire?" The old Cameron would have been wary about stopping to help a stranger on the side of the road. But he was less timid now. Plus, Andy was a werewolf for God's sake. He was fairly certain they were safe.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 11:28 pm

"Just so happens my old man taught me how, just so that I didn't end up stranded like those poor bastards." Anderson was already turning the truck around, always glad to help those in need when he could.  He himself knew what it was like to be less fortunate. 
"It shouldnt take me long.  You can sit here if you want."  The werewolf flashed a toothy smile as he pulled onto the shoulder of the road, just ahead of the seemingly immobile car. 
There was a man approaching Anderson's door, waving and speaking friendly enough.  He had a tire iron in hand, and with it he was motioning the werewolf towards the back of his vehicle. Before they disappeared, he managed to lock eyes with Cameron-
And he smiled.


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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Fri Feb 05, 2016 11:45 pm

Cameron had been relaxed, trusting Anderson to handle himself. Until he caught the stranger's gaze. That smile...
It put his stomach in knots. Something wasn't right. This wasn't safe.
He was grabbing for his phone then, already in the process of calling Rhett when his door was yanked open and he caught a glimpse of a second man with a baseball bat in hand, ready to swing.
And then everything went black.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 1:44 am

Kirk was seated in a large back leather arm chair positioned just at his window. From his perch, he had a complete and dazzling view of his two still-unconscious prizes. The blonde stretched across the right side of his bed had been the one Rich yanked from the vehicle they stole. His brother had wanted to keep the boy but Kirk had calmly and coolly explained why that was not to be. He always took what he wanted, no matter what terrible means he may have to do in order to obtain them. 
The other beauty he had hand picked.  He'd been leaving the bar when the boys fire gleaming hair had caught his attention, just intriguing enough to pull him back.  Kirk had charmed the boy then, asking to walk him out to his vehicle before snatching him once under the shield of darkness.
And now-
He waited.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 2:26 am

Rich stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he eyed the two boys on the bed. Of course Kirk got first pick of their prizes for the night. He had argued with the man the entire ride home, but to no avail, as usual. As one of Kirk's prizes, the lanky blonde he'd had his eye on, began to stir, Rich merely grunted and headed back to his own room.
He decided it was alright then once he arrived, because the two men strewn out across his own bed were so intriguing, though they were polar opposites.
Normally, he let Kirk choose their targets and he merely got what was left after Kirk had his fun. But tonight, he had insisted upon getting to choose one of his own.
That was how the short, yet muscular blonde had ended up on his mattress. They had gone to watch a fight earlier in the evening when he'd set eyes on the beauty. Kirk had told him there was no way to get him when he had his watchful boyfriend by his side. But he had succeeded in luring him off and getting him into their vehicle unnoticed. And he'd never been prouder of himself. He planned on fully enjoying his reward once the boy woke.
The other boy was so tall that his legs dangled off the edge of the mattress. He was just about two entire feet taller than Rich. And although Rich typically preferred boys smaller than himself, that was hard to find and he was loving the opportunity to dominate someone so much larger. He was determined never to let his size hinder him. He could have this gargantuan boy begging for mercy, he knew. And he would enjoy every second of it.
Instead of sitting back and waiting, like Kirk, he was much more impatient. He hovered over the two, gently prodding at them. Especially the blonde. He was already eager to get to know him better, his hands running down the fighter's bare chest, the other hand moving to caress his cheek. He had never been a patient man.

Meanwhile, in Kirk's room, Cameron was the first to wake. All he could do at first was blink, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Then he regained control of his body, reaching up to touch the huge lump on his head from where Rich had knocked him unconscious. He winced as his fingers made contact with it.
And then he remembered what had happened.
Where in the hell was he?
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 4:36 am

A near exasperated huff sounded as Kirk's blue's eyes landed on his stirring golden boy.  It was about time one of them began to come around.  Any more time left waiting and he may have lost his temper.
That would have been most unfortunate. 
"Finally, some action out of you. I heard you were full of energy when Rich swung on you."  Kirk's tone took on a condescending edge, mocking how easy it had been to lure the boy in. "All fumbling and frantic for your cell phone." The man let out chortled laughter at the thought of how pathetic it must have been, how panicked the boy had to be upon waking strapped down completely in a stranger's bed.
"Where's all that excitement gone off to? Any chance I can summon it back to us?" A taunting click of the mans tongue. "I think I can." 
By now Kirk had made it to his feet in order to leisurely circle the bed, his form only slightly illuminated by the dying sun filtering through his golden drapes. The light was enough to give away a lean but solid form, and a pair of sharp cerulean eyes that were now carefully sweeping over Cameron's exposed torso.  Kirk had only removed the boys shirt, hoping to enjoy his humiliation at having the rest of his body reduced bare by strange and dominant hands.
"My name is Kirk."  A hand now hovered over Cameron's face, closing in until strong and unforgiving fingers were bearing down on his chin and cheeks. "But you, my lovely prize, may call me Captain." Despite how the words were posed in offer, they were obviously a demand. "And I will call you my golden boy, my sunshine Adonis." He was leaning in as he spoke, face inching closer and closer until their lips were nearly brushing. Cameron was unable to jerk away though, Kirks fingers holding him with bruising force. "You're damn well going to like it.  Isn't that right, sweetheart?" The mans teeth grazed against the tip of Cameron's nose then, a purposeful act to further intimidate his captive. Kirk drew away only slightly after that, intent on enjoying the fear that was surely suffocating the boy by now. 

"Ouija?"
Parker's eyelids fluttered as he struggled to regain consciousness, his mind immediately seeking out his bondmate. If he had been assaulted, it was possible his lover had been hurt too.  The first thing Park did upon fully opening his eyes was look for Ouija, hazel orbs frantically searching the room until he picked up on the steady beating of his mates heart. Before that moment, he had ignored Rich and Anderson completely.  They should have been the first thing of importance, instantly triggering alarms, but instead they were an afterthought. Parker's eyes only found Rich once he realized that someone was touching his face, with a hand too small to belong to his lover.
"What in the fucking hell is this?" The young werewolf was speaking now of the restraints keeping him pressed firmly to the bed. His first instinct had been to strike the intruder, only for him to realize with sickening shock that he was unable to move at all. 
He wasnt sure which matter was more pressing at the moment.
All he wanted was Ouija. It was all he could be sure of.
"Who in the bloody fuck are you? And where is Ouija? I want Ouija." Parker's voice rose with demand, his face betraying the anguish he felt at being separated from his lover and locked away in some strange house. Panic was flooding him then, causing the young werewolf to desperately struggle against his binds.  
"What have you done with Ouija?"
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 12:34 pm

Fear was the first thing Cameron felt when he woke up. He was suddenly so aware of his bare chest and how helpless and exposed he was. There was no way out of this. His big blue eyes betrayed him immediately, wide with terror. He attempted to calm himself then, knowing that the only way out of this was to think. He was a smart boy, always had been. He just needed time to figure this out. It would also help if panic wasn't threatening to overtake him at any moment.
Finally, he decided to channel his mother. There was nothing he could do to escape, but if he was stuck in this position, he could at least not act like a little bitch. Even if it would only piss this man off, he decided to do what his mother would, not back down.
"Get your filthy fucking hands off of me." He growled.
He wouldn't just give in. This way, when he eventually got back home, which he was determined to do, he could at least say he fought.

"Ouija..." Rich hummed as he stepped back, pulling out Parker's phone that he had slipped from the boy's pocket. Sure enough, several missed calls from Ouija. So that was the boy's boyfriend. "My brother has him in the other room." Parker did not need to know that this was a lie. "We're not going to hurt him as long as you cooperate. You do whatever I say and I don't touch him. Think you can do that, beautiful?" He gave a sly smirk to his prize, far too eager to put his hands on him. "I'm Rich." He wanted Parker to say his name, wanted to hear it when the time came. Andy however, would refer to him as Sir or Master. "You could give me a name or I can just continue calling you my beauty, the choice is yours."
Although he was below average height, he was an inch or so taller than Parker. No matter how much he tried to gain muscle to make himself more intimidating, it had never seemed to work. He was just fated to be this size forever, it seemed. He still managed to be handsome though with his short black hair, misty grey eyes and crooked smile. He didn't look intimidating. If you saw him coming your way, you would not think he was the type to try and harm you. Maybe this was how he had managed to catch Parker off guard tonight.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 3:35 pm

If anything the outburst caused Kirk to reflexively bare down harder on the boys chin, his fingernails now threatening to carve marks into the tender flesh of Cameron's chin.  He kept himself in check though, not particularly wanting the boys beautiful face marred by anything other than his fingerprint bruises.  Kirk enjoyed the finer things in life, namely golden objects that gleamed in the sunlight.  Cameron was a true living and breathing boy of golden. 
Kirk was going to claim him
"Hey now, that's no way to speak to someone who's being so hospitable, is it?" Kirk's face never shifted, his lips quirked into a disarming grin while his eyes seemed to gleam with amusement. Kirk had been an assassin for most of his life, a profession that had carefully carved him to perfection.  He could sense just the slightest fear in his most stubborn captives.  Cameron was not seasoned though.  Kirk had spent weeks torturing tight lipped bravehearts into submission, this lithe sunshine boy would be no challenge.  He could see the terror shining behind the determination in Cameron's blue eyes, knew that despite how the boy growled, he was already being swallowed up by the horror of his situation.
And he didn't even understand it fully.  The boy probably thought he was some amature rapist, unaware that Kirk was a hardened psychopath. He hadnt always been this way.  There had been a time when he still cradled humanity close to his heart.
He'd lost that, along with the greatest love of his life.
And now everyone needed to suffer.
It was the only thing that distracted him from the constant agony surging through him.
"You would do well to appreciate these hands.  It would be a mistake to make me want to use them for anything else..."  The mans voice trailed off ominously as his other hand came to slide teasingly underneath the hem of his captive's pants, invading further until his fingertips met Cameron's groin. He locked eyes with the boy, his smile widening as he reached down to take Cameron's desire fully in hand.  Slowly his fingers began to contract, pressure increasing by the second but his eyes never left the boys face, wanting to see the fine features there contorted with the pain of his punishment. 
"Apologize to me."  The demand nearly came out as menacing, but somehow Kirk still managed to keep a calm edge to his words.  Cameron would apologize or suffer a ruptured appendage. 
His choice.

Finn had been lounging with Jesse upon the roof of their home when he felt a surge of panic ripple through him, his stomach seeming to twist violently as cold sweat beaded up on his forehead.
Something was wrong.
Something was so fucking wrong
The man was immediately untangling himself from his lovers embrace, his voice already tight with panic.
"Where are our fucking kids? I want them home now. Fucking right this minute now!" 
They had yet to reach curfew time.  According to rules they both had another hour to be out.
But something was wrong.
And Finn needed them home.  He wanted eyes on his entire family tonight.
He felt as though his chest may crack open from the sheer intensity of his panic.  Finn had ordered Jesse to start calling Parker, while he himself tried to get on the phone with Cameron.
No answer.
And again,
And again-
Until Finn had called sixty times in the course of five minutes and he was still receiving no reply.
With trembling fingers and knees wobbling, the man called Rhett.
Fucking Rhett-
Who told him with the beginnings of frantic anger tinging his voice that Cameron had left for home nearly an hour ago; It only took fifteen minutes to drive from Rhett's home to theirs.
And the Scotsman too had been placing anxiously unanswered calls. 
They didn't talk anymore after that.  Finn dropped his phone, as did Rhett, and they both seemed to be flying through their homes in search of answers.
They would later meet along the shoulder of the road that linked their homes, where they would find Anderson's car alone and abandoned. 
Everything was found intact, except the two owners had vanished along with their cellphones.
the only clues as to where being two blood spattered objects that were recovered from the backseat. 



"Y-You have Ouija? Bullshit!" Parker spat the words with conviction he didn't truly feel.  For some reason he couldn't pinpoint his lover.  He could only feel the mans heart, assure himself Ouija was still drawing breath. If they had manage to capture Anderson and himself, then it was entirely possible that they had snatched Ouija up, too.
The young werewolf's stomach lurched as Rich spoke of his mate, his entire body feeling feverish with panic as he imagined Ouija strapped down as he was, helpless and open to any form of invasion.
What if someone was touching him? Drawing their fingers over all the tattoo's that Parker had spent years memorizing. He could see them when he closed his eyes, but now all he could envision was some stranger leaving their prints to stain his lovers flesh. 
The dread that rose up in him was nearly enough to stop his heart.
"Fucking son of a bitch, you'd better not fucking touch him! I'll kill you, do you hear me? Ill-I'll..." Parkers rage overwhelmed him and he finished with an incoherent string of profanity. 
What?
What would he do?
With the way his body had been secured, it seemed the only thing he could do was further piss this sociopath off. 
"Im going to call you a mother fucker no matter what, but i'll do what I have to if you let Ouija off the hook."
He was in no position to be making demands, but for his mate he would do anything, including but not limited to haggling his freedom away
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 5:49 pm

Cameron tried his hardest to keep his face calm, even as the pain surged through his groin. Goddamnit, how did his mother do this? Was it better to stay strong and go through more pain or to give in and act like a bitch but suffer less? It didn't take long for him to make his decision.
"I'm sorry." He spoke simply. He wasn't going to beg for forgiveness but there was no reason to piss the man off even more. He looked over then and realized it was Britt beside him, not Andy. "Where is Anderson?" He questioned, trying to pretend the man wasn't still squeezing him with a bone-crushing grip. "I-Is he alright?" This was his fault. What if Andy was dead or being violated the same way he was? If he hadn't needed a ride home or if he hadn't pointed out the car on the side of the road, this would not be happening.

Meanwhile, beside him Britt was finally gaining consciousness. There was a slight twitch in one of his hands but he managed to hear what was going on before he drew too much attention to himself. He remembered what had happened, remembered Kirk's voice that was now sending chills down his spine. He wondered if the terror and panic he was feeling now was what Ajax had felt when he'd realized Shiloh's intentions with him. Maybe this was his punishment for letting his friend be held captive for so long.
He opened one of his eyes just long enough to glance over beside him, seeing Cameron and Kirk with his hand down the boy's pants. Shit, what had he gotten himself into? Where was Sawyer? Where was his Superman? If he wasn't here already... they must have gotten him to.
He decided to keep his eyes shut and stay completely still, praying that maybe Kirk would not realize he was awake yet. He could at least buy himself some more time while the man was busy with Cameron.

"Now that's what I like to hear." Rich gave a crooked grin to the boy. "It'll be a whole lot easier on you both if you just calm down and relax and do as I say. That's not so hard, now is it?" His voice was almost a croon, speaking in a way that one might talk to a young child.
Rich had used to try to mimic the calm and collected way that Kirk handled himself while talking to their captives. But he could never quite get it right. He was too easily excited, too eager, too impatient. So he had developed his own way of handling these things.
"I don't want to do anything to your boyfriend. He's just here to ensure you behave, beauty. And I don't want to hurt you either, not at all. If you look, you can see that. Look at his position compared to yours." He gestured to Anderson. There were definitely differences. Parker was fully clothed while Anderson was completely naked, his prosthetic limb already off and hidden away somewhere he couldn't get it if he managed to escape. This was mostly just because Rich wanted the enjoyment of sensually undressing Parker but also because he wanted Anderson to feel completely vulnerable and exposed as soon as his eyes opened. He wanted to make Parker feel safe but with Andy, he wanted there to be no questions about what his fate would be.
Another difference was that Parker was held down by simple leather straps. Anderson's arms were strung up with silver chains holding him to the wall, his leg chained against the base of the bed as well as the silver burned through his flesh.

Meanwhile, Ouija had had no choice but to confess to Jesse how Parker had left to go to the bathroom down at their fight tonight and then had never come back. And then he'd faced the alpha's wrath.
Ouija had spent hours searching for his lover, even as the terror coursed through him. He had not gone home until he got the call from Jesse, informing him that they too were worried about Parker's whereabouts and he hadn't answered them either. He was with them when they drove to meet Rhett and found the car with the blood-stained objects. That explained where Cameron and Anderson were, but not Parker. Although it gave them a pretty good idea.
And it was all his fault. He had let the boy out of his sight for two minutes and now he may never see him again.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 7:15 pm

"Im sorry sunshine, but as you can see its not your friend lying next to you."  Kirk had continued his hold on Cameron even a few moments after he'd apologized, his hand only leaving after he'd delivered one last solid pinch in warning.  His eyes were roaming over Britt then, subtly noting that there was fluttering behind the boys eyelids.
He was listening.
Good.
"That boy is my personal prize.  I plan to take great care when dealing with that one, even if he is but a common whore.  His face still reminds me of a sweeter time."  Kirks eyes trails the length of Britt's body.  He had left the boy fully clothed, if only because he wanted to enjoy the humiliation that was sure to befall once he began to strip those protective layers away.  The man had become so caught up in thoughts of Britt that he nearly forgot Cameron was still staring up at him, awaiting an answer as to his friends condition.  "I gave the big boy to Rich, therefore im no longer troubled by his well being or whereabouts."  There was a pause then as Kirk allowed that to sink in, but it only lasted for a moment. The man was soon bending once more, his warm breath washing over Cameron's face as he delivered a low and ominous threat.  "But I can be.  You see, I have just a bit of a temper," His fingers were caressing over Cameron's finely detailed collar, nails coming to gently graze over the sensitive skin stretched across those bones.  "And if you do so provoke that temper, it could end badly for your friend and yourself.  I try to be fair with Rich, but I will do what I must to see to it you behave."   Kirk left him then, as suddenly as he'd come in favor of slowly stepping around to the other side of the bed.  

"You know, when a person regains consciousness, especially if they are alarmed, their breathing pattern increases." Kirk was gazing down at Britt with something akin to desire burning in his near electric blue eyes. "You wouldn't be trying to hide from me, would you?"  The man was slowly curling forward in order to hover over his captive, both hands settling along the boys side where his fingers began a slow creep upwards, beneath fabric and along Britt's warm and deliciously bare skin. "If that's the game you'd like to play, then I have many great ideas on how I might wake you." As he finished, Kirk's fingers had suddenly latched onto one of the boys rosey nippes.  He twisted the nub violently between clenched fingers, the hold  nearly enough to rip it away completely. He had many ways of drawing out a response, but for some reason Kirk felt that this boy would react more to his bare hands. 

Parker could only tug at his restraints, momentarily grateful that they were not the same as Anderson's.  He wished the man no harm but he dreaded to think of what the silver must feel like, searing into his flesh.
What if Ouija was being held that way? Was he possibly catching the scent of his mates burning skin?
The thought had bile rising in the back of Parker's throat. 
"You can't amn keep Ouija like you're fucking doing to Andy! Y-You'll ruin his tattoo's!"  Parker's voice cracked with desperation, his chest constricting at the thought of his mates horror upon having one of his beloved ink pieces marred.
"If you have Ouija, I want to fucking see him dammit!" In such a situation it would have probably been better to find a nicer way to word things, but Parker had the misfortune of taking after his mother in this area.  When frightened or panicked, he lashed out much like a wounded and cornered animal.
Like his mother.  
But at this point, the boy was praying for his fathers level head, and the strength Jesse always seemed to possess in order to keep the pack safe. 
He needed those things now more than ever.
But still, when he opened his mouth, his mother came out.
"If you want cooperation then I damn well want to see that Ouija is alright. Your word is worthless to me, you pig fucking midget."

Anderson's eyes snapped open as Parker was bellowing obscenities at their captor. It took the man mere moments to realize what had happened, and with dread creeping into his bones he grimly noted that he'd watched enough horror films to understand where this was leading. Slowly as the dizziness wore off the man was becoming more aware of himself and his surroundings. On the forefront of his mind was Cameron.  The boy had become a close friend, and it had been his job to keep him safe.  Rhett had sworn him to it, with the threat that if something ever happened to Cameron then he'd never see Cove again.
Distantly, even now that thought had Anderson's chest heaving. Would he ever see Cove again?  Was Cove alright?
Would he be angry at Anderson for not protecting Cameron better? 
The lavender haired werewolf was slowly torn away from his thoughts by the dull throb of silver eating away at his flesh, and the stiff ache of his muscles at being drawn in one position for so long.
And then, finally,Anderson became aware of his missing prosthetic, a realization that left him feeling even more bare than the loss of his clothing. 
With a resentful lilac gaze, Anderson turned eyes to Rich and began examining their assailant.  If Cameron was hurt, he would make that man pay for it. He only had to find a way.
"Where is the boy I came in with? And I want my leg back too, by the way."  The near gargantuan werewolf spoke with a sharpness to his tone that had never been there before.  He was in no position to fight, but he damn well wanted to.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 8:14 pm

Britt had began trembling violently the second he heard Kirk's voice getting closer. He was screwed, he knew. He tried to think of a plan, what the best way to handle this guy would be. He couldn't come up with anything though. He could only shudder at the unfamiliar hands on him. Finally he was forced to open his eyes when a sharp gasp passed his lips at the sudden surge of pain in his nipple.
He was forced to meet Kirk's gaze then, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he tried to regain his composure.
Unlike Cameron, he was already used to putting up a tough facade. Hell, even Sawyer, the love of his life, rarely saw the Britt behind the sarcastic remarks and cocky exterior. This though, being in this position at a larger man's mercy, it brought back the terrified teenager who was stuck in an abusive home.
He had softened a lot since he'd met Sawyer, but he was still capable of bringing back the fierce redhead who never let anyone in. It took him a few more seconds to force the scared little boy back inside, but when he did the old Britt was back.
"You know, I thought you were pretty cute, Kirk." He recalled the man's name from when he'd introduced himself at the bar. "Do you really have that much trouble getting guys to come home with you that you have to force them?" He snorted, a small smirk forming on his lips. "I didn't think you looked like the type. You do give off that complete fucking creep vibe though, I guess." Yes, insulting the man wasn't the smartest idea but he was Britt Vause. Unlike Cameron, he had far too much pride to show this man how terrified he was, no matter how much extra suffering it brought him.

Cameron merely listened, shaking his head. It made him feel guilty immediately after, but he couldn't help but be thankful for a second that Kirk had moved on to harassing Britt instead of him. Now he had time to think of a plan, although there really wasn't much he could do. His only hope was if Kirk untied him at some point. And even then, it wasn't likely that he could overpower the man. He might be about the same height, but he had never been strong. He now was wishing he'd had Parker teach him some of his fighting techniques.

Rich had been doing rather well at keeping a level head, even as Parker snapped at him. But that all was lost the second the last word left the wolf's mouth.
Midget.
It had his blood boiling, hearing his desired prize looking down on him just like everyone else always had. His cheeks were colored a light red with mostly anger but also a little shame. Why couldn't he be like Kirk? Tall and muscular and handsome. He never even had to work to lure innocent boys in. Rich, on the other hand, had to work for every target he'd ever captured. It just wasn't fair. And here he was, only wanting to appreciate Parker's beauty, to just hold the boy close to him for a few nights, and the boy was putting up a fight. Why was he not intimidating enough? All Kirk had to do was speak to his targets and they were cowering in fear, completely obedient. Rich could be holding a knife to their throat and yet, they still didn't take him seriously.
What did he have to do to be seen as a threat?
He heard Anderson speak but he did not even register the words that were said. Instead he simply gestured to the man with a soft growl, ordering him to be quiet. Then the back of his hand came down to strike Parker across the face.
"Do you not realize you're in no position to be making demands?" He barked out. "I am trying to be nice so I suggest you treat me with a little fucking respect!" His jaw was clenched tight as he seethed with anger.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 9:20 pm

Kirk's lips were drawn into a condescending smirk, his words mocking and sharp with insult as he gave the boys nipple one last tug.  "And I thought you were a pretty tough cookie.  But are you really so terrified that you feel as though you need to lash out?" The man was nearly mirroring Britt's words, wanting the boy to feel helplessly humiliated, to know that all he had was words. Powerless. "You didn't seem like the type, but I guess you do give off that daddy issue vibe. What, did he touch you?  Has someone caused you to feel bare and vulnerable once before? Did their hands caress you like this?"  The words were marked by rough hands sweeping down the length of Britt's torso, fingers capturing the boys testicals much as he had earlier done with Cameron.  "I want you as you are, but if I must, then I certainly dont mind convincing you."  Kirk's hold on Britt lessened then, and instead of squeezing the man found his fingers moving in a gentle caress. "My big question now is which of you should I focus on? Im beginning to feel...I dont know, aroused."  The mans eyes glinted like knifes in the dying light of the sun, his smile charming in a way that didn't suit such a sadistic being. 
He was a monster, shouldnt he look like one?
"Would either of you like to volunteer and help me accomodate that?"

Parker wasn't phased by the blow.   He'd taken worse while in the ring. The thing causing Park to tremble was not so much his discomfort as it was the fear of Ouija being treated in the same manner-
Or worse.
"I have no fucking respect to give anyone who's hurting my mate."  The young werewolf spat the words vehemently, gathering the excess saliva and blood in his mouth before spitting that too at his captor. "I fucking told you, I wont damn play nice for you unless I know he's safe. I can take the heat, but you?  I bring out the short jokes and your entire fucking face goes red. Fucking pathetic."  Parker's entire face was drawn into a scowl resentful enough to surpass even that of his mothers. 
He was helpless to do anything but talk.
So talking would have to do.
"Listen,"  The wolf spoke in a huff, obviously struggling to appear calmer than he felt.  "Can't we work this out?  Im not fucking fighting you for my sake, it's all for him, for Ouija! So if you'd just...Just let him go and i'll do whatever your damned little heart desires!"  He could hardly breath under the weight of imagining his mate being held as Anderson as, bound by silver and completely exposed, helpless.

Anderson merely glared at the hand Rich had used to silence him, rage flaring in his chest as he felt the full frustration of being bound and ignored.  He had to know if Cameron was okay.
So instead of attempting to question Richard again, Anderson decided to take matters into his own hands.  In true werewolf fashion, the man tilted his head back and released a bellowing howl of his companions name.  Even if the pack couldn't hear, it would be impossible for anyone inside the home to ignore.

Sawyer was still trailing up and down the streets that surrounded Britt's favorite bar. He'd been doing so ever since he felt the slight skip of his mates heart at being knocked unconscious.   He had no way of knowing what had happened.   Sawyer only knew that by the time he'd rushed to the bar it was too late. All he'd found of Britt was his car and a few sickening spatters of the boys blood left on the asphalt.  The werewolf was suffering from blisters and near frostbite but he refused to take a break in his search. All he could imagine was his beautiful bright eyed lover being touched by menacing hands. Anytime the cold began to make him ache, Sawyer would simply think of Britt and how the boy had to be waiting for him.  He was superman for fucks sake, his mate expected he come as he always had.  But now Sawyer was finding it impossible to catch the boys scent. He could only sense the unbearable terror Britt was experiencing, and even though it made his knees weak the man refused to give up search. He'd find Britt or die trying. His mate couldn't wind up like Ajax. It had been one of his deepest fears and now it was coming true.
It took all the strength Sawyer possessed to keep from crumbling under the reality of it.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 10:08 pm

For a moment there was nothing but silence. And then...
"You don't fucking scare me." Britt scoffed, glaring up at the man. Yes, the comments about having daddy issues and being bare and vulnerable had caused unbearable humiliation to bubble up in his stomach. Could this man really sense what a pathetic wimp he had used to be? But he'd been through worse, he was sure of it. Fuck this bastard. Sawyer was coming. He had to be. "If you're going to fuck me, I can guarantee I've had men bigger and better than you. You're nothing I haven't dealt with before." Even if Kirk could see through him, he was going to keep it up. It was all he had to hold on to to keep from panicking.
Cameron stayed still and silent, merely watching the exchange. If Britt wanted to piss this psycho off and take the brunt of his anger, Cameron would gladly sit back and let him.
And this was when Cameron heard Anderson howling his name. He let out a soft sigh of relief at knowing his friend was okay. He knew the wolf probably wanted him to respond and yet... he was not about to yell and chance drawing Kirk's attention back over here towards him. He just hoped Andy hadn't done that for him already.

"God, just shut up! Both of you!" Rich snapped, a hand coming up to grab a lock of his hair, yanking it in his frustration. There had not yet been a sound from either of Kirk's captives. And here his were, cussing at him and howling. He was done letting them get away with this. He took Parker by the throat, leaning in so their noses were brushing. "Do you realize that if I feel like it, I can go and fucking end your boyfriend's life right now if I want to? Why are you this fucking stupid? Behave and he will leave untouched, keep fucking yelling and I'll go make him wish he was dead. Your choice." He turned on Anderson then, snatching the large butcher knife he had on the bedside table on his way over to Andy's side. "Shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you." He didn't hesitate in plunging the knife into Andy's good leg, just above the knee. He let it rest there, hoping the continuous pain would keep him silent.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sat Feb 06, 2016 11:10 pm

Kirk's only outward display of annoyance was an exasperated huff.  "I know your type.  Bravehearts I call them, and on most occasions I favor them."  The man took several steps away from the bed, over to the far corner from where he retrieve a long iron club. He continued to speak with a voice of serenity, even as drug the weapon long the floor behind him."They are harder to break, a challenge. Nothing is more fulfilling than that.  But unfortunately for you, this is not one of the times in which I feel like humoring your pathetic outbursts."  Kirk was at Britt's side once more, one side of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as he raised the club overhead. "The way im going to break you, fireball, is showing that I can inflict hell, true and honest hell, all without actually letting you fall into the welcoming arms of death.  I'll keep you at the edge, suffering." Kirk finished by swinging the weapon down with unforgiving force, catching the boys right hand under the clubs destruction. 
Stepping innocently away, Kirk left Britt with a soft and condescending mutter of "What a shame.  You had such a delicate and pretty hand."
The man perched himself at the edge of the bed then, so he could turn and gaze at both of his prizes. 
"I told you about my temper, didn't I golden boy?" Kirk shot Cameron a disarming wink before carrying on. "Since you can now clearly see I wasnt lying, I shoudnt find any complaints from you unless you want to experience the same fate, right?" The man was thrumming his fingers against the handle of his club, other hand moving to gently caress himself through the confines of his jeans.  He obviously had something in mind. 
"I desire a blowjob, and im going to have one...Or two." Kirks eyes flickered lustfully between his two helpless victims.  "This is the deal. You two are going to take turns sucking my dick.  The best of you will be spared, while the loser will serve as my means of release for the night."  The club was raised once more, hovering first over Britt chest and then with a flick of Kirk's wrist coming to hold just over Cameron's face, the cold iron close enough to gently brush against the boys nose.
"This is how im going to assure neither of you are foolish enough to use your teeth against me.  To do that...Well, I'd just have knock your teeth right out of your head." 

Anderson's entire body lurched as the knife was plunged into leg, the only one he had left to stand on.  The pain seemed to sear through his nerves, following the wound up to his hip and even causing an acute jolt to his spine.  It took very measure of willpower Anderson possessed to swallow back his howl of agony.  An alarmed wail still sounded though, but from the other side of the room where Parker was now gaping at them.  The young werewolf seemed to be reeling from the sheer terror of having seen such a display of cruelty. He'd thought that his mother was harsh, but this?
This was hell.
"Stop! P-Please, dammit! Rich you don't fucking have to hurt him!" The use of the mans name surprised even Parker himself, but the young wolf's gaze never faltered. . Despite his outward demeanor, Parker was soft at heart.  He took after his father in this way.  It pained him to see others suffer. 

Rhett was trembling.
He had never trembled before.  To the burly Scotsman that was a display of weakness, but now the man was unable to help himself.  Cameron was gone, the only thing left of him being the blood stained bat left behind. That thought alone was enough to send Rhett into a spasm of despair. Cameron had come into his life and made it worth living again.  The boy had become his entire world and now all of that was just gone? And for what?  Rhett should have been there.  He should have taken Cameron himself.
But he didn't.
And now the man was left sitting listlessly on his doorsteps, flingers clutching desperately at one of the boys shirts while he agonized over where he should search next. Finn was still out burning up pavement.  The man had called the police, and after hearing that it was too early to place Cameron as a mission person he had left the dispatch with several variations of how they could go fuck themselves. He was still calling Cameron's phone.
He was praying for his babies safe return.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sun Feb 07, 2016 12:40 am

For a moment, Britt was sure his heart had stopped. A high-pitched scream tore its way from his throat as he was momentarily blinded by the pain. When he regained his vision, all he could do was stare at his mangled hand, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, waves of pain still shooting up his arm. He came to just in time to hear Kirk speak of his sick way of making them compete with each other.
Britt couldn't let himself be raped. He had cheated on Sawyer so many times, hurt him so many times. So even if it would make it easier for him, he couldn't give in. He had to fight it. He knew for a fact he could suck dick better than Cameron. The problem was that he didn't want to give this prick the satisfaction of being obeyed. What would be worse? If he willingly sucked him off to the best of his abilities and avoided being screwed or if he blew him poorly, refusing to submit, but then was raped as well? He wished he could ask Sawyer which would hurt him more.
Cameron was not having the same dilemma. If he could hear Britt's thoughts right now, he'd call him a fucking idiot. Did he want to suck this bastard's dick? Of course not. But was he going to give him the best blowjob of his life if it kept him from being raped? Hell yes. He was not stupid enough to think Rhett would be hurt by this. He knew his lover and the Scotsman would want him to come home with as little damage done to him as possible, even if that meant he had to submit and suck a man off willingly. He was going to do whatever Kirk said and pray it kept him safe. He thought it might work, especially if Britt kept rebelling.
Cameron let his eyes meet Kirk's, giving an obedient nod. He could still hear Britt's soft whines of pain, could see the way his hand was broken. No way he was risking having that club come down across his face.
"I won't bite." He assured. Sure, maybe he'd bore Kirk by not fighting back, but wasn't that a good thing? Then the man wouldn't want anything to do with him.
Britt said nothing, only trying not to focus on the pain, thinking of his Sawyer instead. He wanted to go home.... he wanted his lover to hold him in his arms for hours on end. God, he'd give anything to just be home again... The thought was nearly enough to have him whimpering out his lover's name. But he held back. He was strong... he was going to get through this. And when he got home, Sawyer would be so proud. All the nights the man had been pained, wondering if he could possibly compare to all the other men Britt had slept with, they wouldn't matter anymore. When this was all over, he would know Britt loved him more than anything.

Rich was about to snap back when he realized Parker had spoken his name. He visibly calmed then before making his way back to the boy's side.
"I did." He spoke simply. "He wouldn't be quiet." He looked back at Anderson then, pleased that the boy was no longer screaming. He had gotten his point across. "Your friend is in the other room, with my brother. He was alive and untouched when I left them about twenty minutes ago. I can't make any promises on how he's doing now though." He shrugged his shoulders. "And you can't have your leg. You'll have it when I feel like you can be trusted." He turned back to Parker, kneeling beside the boy's side of the bed. "Are you going to listen to me now?" He questioned. "Pull that attitude with me one more time and I'll do things to you that will make you wish all I'd done was stab your leg."

A moment later and Cove had emerged from the home, sitting by his father's side and burying his face in the man's neck. He rarely showed emotion so openly like this. Only ever with his daddy and even then, only when something was seriously wrong.
"Dad." He croaked out, his voice cracking with his despair. "Heh didn't have ta go... ah shoulda told hem ta stay. They both coulda stayed." He murmured softly, his breathing labored as he rested next to his daddy. It was entirely his fault. He could have told Andy to just stay, like he had wanted him to. The man had even hinted at wanting to stay just before he left. Why the hell hadn't he held him and refused to let go? If he had, they wouldn't be in this position now. If he had, his father would have driven Cameron home and he knew his daddy. The man never would have let himself or Cameron be taken by whoever currently had their lovers now. They would all be fine...
But instead, Anderson and Cameron were gone with no sign of where they could possibly be. He just wished he could take his lover's place.

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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sun Feb 07, 2016 1:52 am

"Smart boy. You might just be my favorite after all."  Kirk spoke as though delivering a compliment, flicking his club back across the bed in order to rest it along the floor, but not before allowing it to knock against the mutilated lump of shattered bones Britt was struggling to nurse.  If the redhead wanted to be difficult then Kirk too could play along.
"I had thought little fireball here would turn out to be my biggest prize, but it looks like he might just keep up with that attitude.  I'll have to adjust that." The man once more approached Britt's side of the bed, his smile one of cruelty as he reached out to trail fingertips over the boys feverishly swollen appendage. The slender fingers were broken and bent in a way that resembled jagged claws, looking as though if the right amount of pressure was applied they could be easily snapped off. 
"Come on Fireball, I need you to agree that you wont bother with your teeth, because if you do..."  His fingers closed over one of Britt's shattered digits, his eyes burning with malice. He left the threat hanging there in the air between them.

Parker sneered resentfully at the close proximity of Rich's face, wanting nothing more than to press forward and bite the bastards nose off.  But if they did had Ouija, then Parker couldn't possibly risk allowing his mate to face such horrors as he'd seen moments ago.  The thought of a knife plunging into Ouija was nearly enough to make him forget about Rich entirely, his stomach rolling with nausea. 
By the time he realized Rich was still awaiting an answer, Parker had nearly forgotten what the man was saying. All he could think of was his mate.
Was Ouija being burned by silver?
Could someone be touching him?  
The young werewolf wasn't sure which possibility broke him the hardest.  He knew that his lover enjoyed sex but Ouija would be frantic if he was held down, helpless.  
And any harm coming to the boy...
Unimaginable.
"Why don't you fucking calm down?  Im here, im helpless. You have all the damn control so there's no reason to be breathing in my mother fucking face. Back up, and i'll adjust my fucking attitude for you." He couldnt focus with Rich being so close to him. The man was lethal.
And Parker resented the feelings of terror he'd uncovered.  Never in his life had he known a fear like this. 

"Aye me boy, they shoulda stayed." Rhett's voice was bordering on caustic as he struggled to contain his rage.  Not only was the love of his life missing and most likely being poked and prodded by some mindless bastard, his son was left writhing under the weight of his own despair at having Anderson gone, too. 
"But ah'm tellin' ya now, ah'll bring em' home to us.  Ah jus' ave' ta figure out where to look...." The Scotsman found his voice dying off as he realized that he had absolutely no way of locating his lover, and he was once again overwhelmed with a feeling of unbearable helplessness. 

Sawyer had called his father.  He'd called his father, and Jesse, and even several of the men Britt had slept with pleading for help in finding his mate.  The young werewolf had been bordering on hysterics when he placed the call in to his father and Jesse, begging them to gather the pack in a search, or anything else that could possibly help him in locating Britt.  Even now he was trudging along the streets that branched even further from the bar.  At first he'd managed to catch Britt's scent, and it had given him hope. 
But that fleeting feeling was soon lost to a near heart stopping anguish as he lost his mates track, the absolute only lead he had.
It wasnt long after that he felt an acute ache in his right hand, his heart race spiking in a way that had beads of sweat breaking over Sawyer's forehead, no matter it being near freezing outside.
Britt was hurt.
He was hurt.
It was so much worse than anything Sawyer had envisioned, leaving him with a panic powerful enough to drop the young werewolf to his knees in the middle of the street.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:35 am

Britt let out a strangled cry when his hand was bumped yet again, sending a pain through his arm that was so intense he nearly gave in right there.
"I won't use my fucking teeth!" He snapped out finally, his words coming out in between short pants as he fought to catch his breath. He felt as if he had just run a marathon, his lungs refusing to cooperate and take in enough air to keep him steady. "Just stop touching it."

Rich reluctantly did as Parker said, standing upright and stopping to think. He wanted Parker to like him... he wanted to touch the boy but he didn't want him to scream. He couldn't think of a way to accomplish this though. So he would have to settle for just screwing the boy tonight. They could work on Parker enjoying it later. He moved then to grab a much smaller knife than the one that still rested in Andy's thigh. It was a thin butterfly knife. He used it to make a slit in Parker's shirt, then ripping the fabric off of the boy with ease. He swallowed hard when the toned chest was revealed to him, lust clear in his eyes. His desire was also apparent when the bulge in his tight jeans grew.
"You're going to blow me. And I don't want you to complain or struggle or bite. If you do..." He reached over to pull out another weapon from a drawer nearby. He waved the pair of pliers in front of his face. He was about to threaten to pull out his teeth, one by one if he did anything out of line. But then he was struck with an idea. Why ruin his beautiful prize when instead, he could hurt the other one? He'd already seen Parker get flustered when he'd harmed Andy the first time. He would make him responsible for the other boy's pain. "If you do anything out of line, I'll punish him. Each time you disobey me, that's one less tooth for him. And if we run out of teeth, I'm sure I can find something else."
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sun Feb 07, 2016 3:09 am

A strangely radiant smile stretched across Kirk's lips as Britt finally cried out his submission.  It was a feeling of satisfaction the man reveled in. 
"The noises you make are exquisite."  The mans hand moved to gently rest atop Britt's flaming curls, fingers moving across the boys scalp in a massaging motion as though he hadn't been threatening to cause harm with those same hands only moments before.  "I'd love to hear you scream..."  His lips fell into an near wistful smile. His greatest love had resembled Britt in many ways, but their cries of terror had different echoes.  Kirk needed to hear Britt gasping out in pain or else he was nearly fooled into believing the boy was someone else entirely.
"So, would either of you like to volunteer to be my first round of the evening?" He could had picked himself, but again Kirk found amusement in attempting to pit the two boys against each other.  

"Fuck." Parker was looking past Rich, hazel eyes nearly frantic as they met lavender.  He could handle it if he was the one being punished.  To make a living at the fight club you had to be able to take some hard knocks.
But to be the source of someone else's pain? The reason for their suffering?
The responsibility of it weighed so heavily upon the young werewolf that he didn't even notice when a desperate and frustrated wine passed his lips. 
It was the only sound that drew Anderson's attention.  Until then he had been intensely preoccupied with attempting to distance himself from the constant spasming of his muscles around the knife still embedded in his flesh.
"Parker, you don't have to worry about me.  I can do that myself.  Watch out for your own ass."
He didn't expect to see any mercy from Rich.  The man seemed as though he were saving his affections for Parker and any anger he felt was manifested in some sort of cruelty towards Andy.

Finn was driving.
He was driving recklessly, taking sharp corners and accelerating at unnecessary speeds but he was unaware of those things.
Cameron.
His baby was the only thing consuming his thoughts. They had done nothing but fight ever since the boy had began seeing Rhett-
And now he was gone.
Despite Finn's white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, the rest of his body was wracked by violent tremors. It was all he could take not to break under the anguish of his loss.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sun Feb 07, 2016 3:43 am

Cameron was pausing, considering if it would be better to go first or second. He was about to offer, thinking it would be wise to be obedient and stay on the man's good side. He didn't care if he had to act like the man's slave. It might be worth it.
"I'll go." Cameron volunteered, finding himself thinking of how he'd been about to do this same act not even twenty four hours ago with his lover. The thought caused his stomach to lurch uncomfortably, bile rising in his throat. Rhett... the love of his life that he may never see again. He missed him terribly. He just hoped the man was not too worried yet.
"Not like he's going to fucking give a shit what we say." Britt spat bitterly, his aching hand causing him to act out. He also didn't like the way his cries of pain made the man act. It sounded like he was getting off to this or some shit. What was wrong with this guy? "Do whatever you want. Not like you're going to listen if I say I don't want your nasty fucking dick in my mouth." He knew it wasn't smart even as he said it and yet, he refused to submit like Cameron.

"Do we have a deal or don't we?" Rich questioned once more, reaching out to place a hand on Parker's bare abdomen, slowly trailing his calloused fingers down until they reached the wolf's jeans, undoing them and slipping down further until he could brush over the boy's sex, his own groin twitching in response. He really was not patient enough for this... he wanted to take what he wanted right this very second.

Ouija was out with Finn, refusing to settle until his lover was found. Jesse stayed at home, calling seemingly everyone Cameron or Parker had ever come into contact with.
He and Finn weren't the best of friends, but it wasn't necessary for them to be tonight. There wasn't much talking going on apart from their separate outbursts of curses or Ouija's desperate occasional sobs. He could feel it in his gut as Parker was touched, had felt the fear gripping his lover's heart when Andy was stabbed. He knew everything his lover was going through. Part of him wished it would stop but a larger part was thankful for it. He knew that he was alive, that although he was terrified, at least he was still alive.
"I can't speak for Cam... but I can feel Parker. He's okay... and he's scared but he's not hurting like he would be if Cam wasn't still alive..." That was of course assuming they were in the same place. He was feebly trying to calm some of Finn's worries. He knew it wouldn't help and that he'd only get lashed out at but he hoped it might at least calm some of his worries. Cameron was alive, that had to be something.
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PostSubject: Re: Blue Neighborhood    Sun Feb 07, 2016 4:25 am

"I had wanted to let you keep your other hand, fireball. I thought you might want to have at least five good fingers," Kirk bent down to grasp his club in one swift motion, his muscles rippling with strength as he moved.  "But I also had a want.  I wanted you to cooperate. But since you've decided to go and hurt my feelings, I think its only fair that I return the favor." The man's eyes raged like stormy skies, but he wore an ever sinister smile as he reached out to position Britt's other hand flat against the bed.  
"Maybe this will convince you to work with me instead of against me, yeah?" He had no more than finished his sentence before the club was falling through the air, landing with a sickening crunch atop Britt's helpless flesh.
Instead of moving on, Kirk paused to enjoy the echo of Britt's torment, content when he glanced down to examine the hand only to find it in even worse shape than the first had been.  This one seemed to be seeping blood through the broken nails of the boys fingers, several bones rising upwards to protrude from the shredded skin. 
"Now, if you do a really good job for me, i'll make sure to bandage and set your hand so that it heals properly." He was a merciless man, but honorable about his word. If Britt would just submit to him then things could run much more smoothly. 
Kirk had settled his club down once more, and he was nearly around to the other side of the bed-
But then a bright glinting caught his attention.
The shine was coming from a small diamond ring nestled upon one of Britt's grotesquely twisted fingers.
Kirk was tempted to take it from him then and there, knowing that it undoubtedly meant a great deal to the boy being he still wore it.  But instead of acting on his instinct Kirk decided to wait.  The ring would come in handy if Britt decided to mouth off at him again. 
The man simply paused to enjoy one more pained whimper before moving along to Cameron's side of the bed. 
"My golden boy, I must say I appreciate you volunteering.  I hadn't expected you to be so bold." As Kirk spoke, his hands were working at the button of his trousers.  

The feeling of Rich's hands on him became immediately too much for Parker to bear. No one but Ouija had ever touched him in such an intimate way.  For years he had saved himself hoping to belong to his mate and his mate alone. He'd watched as Ouija shared his bed with person after person and still, Parker had held out in the hopes of having his dream come true.
Was all that going to be forsaken now?  Ouija would never look at him the same after this, even if he made it through. There would always be the unspoken presence of another.
And if that wasn't enough to bring a quiver to the boys lips then
the thought of sitting quietly while Rich continued to violate him was terrorising to the point of provoking actual tears. Unable to submit himself and unwilling to offering Anderson up in his place, Parker did the only thing he could do.
He lowered himself to begging.
"Please don't fucking touch me! I can't breathe when you're touching me!" The young werewolf's chest was heaving with dread as he felt the cool air on his bare skin, Rich's fingers at his groin. That invasion alone was enough to draw a panicked whimper from the boy. 
"Hey, why don't you stop creeping the kid out and come get this knife outta my leg, huh?"  Anderson had watched for long enough.  He couldnt stomach anymore of the disturbing display, despite his want to keep quiet.  What would Cove think if he knew that Andy set by as a silent audience to a rape?  There was no pride in that. His lover would want him to suck it up and stay strong, just as he had when going through trying times. 

Rhett was in the kitchen.
He'd been waiting on a call from his lover for twenty five hours now. That was the amount of time that had passed since Cameron had promised to call upon arriving home to assure Rhett he was save.
He never called.
He wasnt safe.
And instead of looking for him, Rhett was in the kitchen. 
He was holding Cameron's favorite pillow.  
He was calling the boys phone again.
He was saying things like 'Ah love you','Where are ya?','Wont ya please come back home ta meh?'
No answers, just the constant ringing followed by the voice of the operator that Rhett had come to loath, telling him that Cameron was unable to reach his phone.
Rhett was in the kitchen, weeping.
He was holding Cameron's favorite pillow-
And he was sobbing.
Because he was in the kitchen-
And he had absolutely no idea where his lover was. 

"I wish they were both dead." Finn croaked the words helplessly, torment evident in the tears dripping down his quivering chin. "Because if they arent...If they're alive and just being damn held as someone's motherfucking play toy then-then-"
Finn wasn't strong enough to finish.  He didn't wan't to imagine what would be happening to his babies, except he did.  He wanted to know every fucking thing happening to his boys, no matter how terrible.  If he could, he would take their place no matter what the cost.  But life was not so forgiving or easy as that.
"They'd be better off dead."  
And Finn wouldnt mind joining them. 

Sawyer was laying along a deserted street corner, his knees having finally collapsed underneath the weight of his pain when he'd felt the staggering hurt of his other hand going suddenly numb.  He could only begin to imagine what that could mean.
What was happening to Britt?
Why his hands?
Sawyer had spent hours enjoying the touch of those fingertips, how silky they felt against his skin. He'd held Britt's hands even on the nights when he could hardly bare to look at the boy.
He worshipped those hands. 
A howl of torment tore through him as all the possibilities flashed before his eyes, his stomach lurching as once he even imagine his mates delicate hand missing some of its slender fingers, namely the one on which he wore his engagement ring. Sawyer could still recall every detail of happiness that broke across Britt's face as the ring was slid into place.
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