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Adam was laying in bed, fidgeting with the string of his hoodie, waiting impatiently for an answer to his message.
He re-read for the billionth time what he wrote:
-Please Jordan I’ll pay you back, I just need something to fuck myself up, anything. You can also give me the merchandise to sell… I promise I’ll turn it into good profits for you.
Finally, the other man replied:
-Meet me at my place at six P.M.
The brunette raised a confused eyebrow…Did it mean Jordan accepted his offer?
Well, only one way to know…
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The long legged lanky one walked in circles in front of Jordan’s house, his hands shoved in his pockets. The other man wouldn’t answer the phone, what a bum…
He sighed heavily and was about to leave, when finally the long haired red head with green eyes opened the door.
-”Oh Adam, come in !” The guy seemed a bit too enthusiastic in Adam’s opinion. The last time they saw each other, the man punched him because he couldn’t pay him back.
Either way, the tall brunette followed him, and sat on his couch.
-”So…About the money…” Adam hesitantly began, but was promptly interrupted:
-”Chillax man ! No need to worry about that now, let’s drink something first okay?” Jordan offered.
The browned haired man didn’t argue back, shrugging his shoulders.
The red head disappeared in the kitchen, before coming back with two beers, which he had kindly opened for Adam already.
The taller man took the one offered to him, taking a generous sip from it. Well, he couldn’t say no to a free drink, could he?
The two men discussed everything and nothing, and the more the brunette drank… the dizzier he felt.
The young man looked at the alcohol percentage on the bottle he held. 8.5% eh…?
It’s not enough to fuck him up that bad, is it?
Plus he ate during lunch, quite a lot to be honest…
Adam puts the glass bottle on the coffee table in front of him, his vision blurring. Ah…What?
He didn’t have the time to process what was happening, that everything turned to black.
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Slowly, the twenty-six years emerged from his slumber, his vision still quite blurry. Did he fall asleep? Well...What was he doing before that even?
As he tried to move, he found himself unable to. It’s with horror his eyes widened, as it finally hit him: his hands and feet were bound.
As he his vision finally clarified itself, his senses assaulted by the moist and pungent stink of mold coming the basement he was sitting in, he realized that Jordan was there…Talking to another man:
-”So Aaron…How much you’d take him for? He’s quite a beautiful piece you know…” The red head casually asked the other man, his arms crossed.
-”Hmmm…100 000€ If I can make a profit off of him…” The stranger, apparently named Aaron, pondered out loud.
W-what? What the hell were they talking about?
Adam gulped audibly, dread slowly filling him as a realization dawned upon him: …Was he going to have his organs harvested and sold on the black market?
…Was he going to die?
Suddenly, Jordan glanced back at him, noticing that the tall brunette finally woke up. The red-head grinned wickedly and smugly.
-”Oh, our little sleeping beauty woke up?” The man purred as he approached the taller one, who couldn’t escape due to being bound.
-”What the fucking hell is that Jordan?!” Adam yelled back, almost hoping the other man would just say ‘sike’.
-”Oh Adam…” The man grabbed the brunette’s chin, lifting his face. “...You’re lucky that I have to keep you in pristine conditions, otherwise I would have massacred you.” He sang out snarkily.
The brown haired one fell silent, simply gulping audibly as Jordan kept on going:
-”You see my dear, since your pathetic ass can’t sell enough products to pay me back…You’ll become the product.”
The words poured on the brunette, painful like acid, burning like boiling black tar.
…And maybe it would have been better if his organs were harvested in the end.
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Angel anxiously checked his phone, waiting for Eve’s reply on their little discord server:
-I’m sorry Angie, but I still have no news from Adam…
she deplored, yet still surprised that the tall twink would worry for her friend, despite all the homophobic jokes the brunette threw at him relentlessly.
The tall, white haired one added Marilyn to the groupchat, hoping that being the drummer of his band, she’d have more info.
They exchanged a bit, the tall twink agitated, and unable to remain still on his bed. His pet dwarf pig, despite being unable to comprehend the situation at hand, could sense his human’s distress, and therefore gave him a concerned look.
-Eve, didn’t you mention that…Adam was doing shady shit lately? Marilyn typed out, pointing out something quite important.
Angel raised a confused eyebrow, as he watched the animations of the three little dots repeat itself, signaling that Eve was typing something.
-Yeah…His addiction became worse. So he started to work for a dude named Jordan. Apparently he had money problems and all… Explained the ravenette.
Jordan? Why was this name ringing a familiar bell to Angel’s ear? Where did he hear that name…From the mouth of his ex-pimp?
-Jordan? Do you have the full name of the dude? He finally asked.
-Nope. That’s all I know… She lamented.
-It’s okay. I guess… I still have a few contacts that could give us a hand. I’ll see with Husk if he doesn’t mind coming with me, to check if they might know something. He explained, before throwing his cellphone on the bed, and taking his little pig in his arms.
-”Ah…Nuggy… I know Adam lowkey was an asshole…But he doesn’t deserve to get hurt either…” He mumbled, as if the little animal could understand his words.
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Finally, Husk stopped the car in front of what seemed to be a sort of manor. He gave his boyfriend a little concerned look, as if he was asking him if he was certain he wanted to go.
Angel on the other hand didn’t notice, his pocket mirror in hand, as he fixed his makeup.
-”I’m so sorry to drag you there husky…” Apologized the taller but younger man.
The older one sighed heavily:
-”I’d rather be dragged in that shithole than having you go alone to a place where he might be there.” He insisted.
Yeah, Angel surely hoped too that Valentino wouldn’t attend the said party…
-”So, what’s the plan?” Husk then asked, sensing his boyfriend needed to switch topics.
-”Well, since it's a party full of stuck up rich pricks who are corrupted to the bone, we just pretend to enjoy our time and keep our ears open to any useful information.” He explained, taking the two invitation cartons, that he got from an old acquaintance, an old client to be more precise.
He sighed, and exited the car, followed by his man, holding onto his arms…Because walking onto pebbles with high heels was far from ideal.
They entered the mansion’s hall, where a ton of wealthy people were eating, and sipping on champagne.
Angel eagerly accepted the flute of champagne offered to him. Ah, maybe playing private detective could have a good side, eh?
So both men sipped on champagne, Husk taking care to throw death stares at any man who would get too close for comfort to his man.
Angel knew it wasn’t even jealousy or possessiveness, but he simply felt…overprotective.
As they kept strolling around the hall, hand in hand, sipping on various alcoholic drinks, but trying to not go overboard with it, as they needed to remain somewhat sober…
Suddenly, Angel froze in place.
Husk worried…Did he see him?
Yet, as he scanned the crowd with his eyes, the pimp was nowhere to be found.
-”Angie, everything’s okay darling?” He asked in a whisper.
Discreetly, the twink pulled on his man’s arm, pointing to a short blond man:
-”Him.”
-”Him? What’s up with him?” The older man inquired, confused.
-”Lucifer Morningstar.” He sighed, shaking his head. “You see…Even in France, there’s a sort of equivalent to the mafia you see?”
-”Yeah…?” Husk lets out, raising a confused eyebrow.
-”Well, let's say he is a…sort of mob boss?” Finally elaborated Angel.
The middle aged man let his gaze fall back on the short blond, pretty puzzled. How could a man of such a petite, minuscule stature could be a mob boss…?
-”And so…Do you think he may have infos on Eve’s buddy?” He tried to understand.
-”Dunno, but don’t wanna get close to him.” Angel spat out, almost venomously.
-”Ah?” Husk lets out, almost begging his boyfriend to explain himself, so he could understand.
-”Let’s say this dude had beef with the Italian mafia…” He paused, looking down. “So let’s just hope he doesn’t know what my father’s kids look like !” He exclaimed with a nervous laugh.
They kept walking around, and suddenly a tall man with brown eyes approached Lucifer. Recognizing the man, one of Valentino’s old friends, Angel dragged his boyfriend closer.
Husk was about to protest and ask why the younger had so suddenly decided to change his mind about approaching the short blond, but the tall twink shushed him.
As the taller man approached him, Lucifer frowned, still sipping from his glass of expansive champagne. His coat rested on his shoulders, and he had his free hand shoved in his tailored pants’ pockets.
-”Oh, Luci !” The man enthusiastically greeted, wrapping an arm around the blond man’s shoulders.
Lucifer bites his lower lip, clearly annoyed by the gesture, and pretty uncomfortable.
-”The hell you want, Aaron?” He bluntly asked. “I hope you didn’t make me come all the way here for nothing.”
-”Oh my little darling ! I would never dare…” He purred mischievously, the smile he arbored on his lips seemed wicked.
The blond middle aged man remained impassive, seemingly not impressed by the other man’s overly dramatic manners.
-”Let’s just say…I have a surprise for you, my old friend.” Ah. ‘Old friends’, the words almost felt like an insult now.
Lucifer raised a confused eyebrow, but remained quite nonchalant.
-”Listen my lil’ Lulu…” The other man said, gesturing around with his hand as he talked. “Only two of them can be bought. But the third one can only be used…” Aaron’s grin grew wider. “...And I’ll let you have fun with it for free.”
Let’s face it, Lucifer didn’t like where this was going, especially since it was coming from this man. He hesitated for a bit, but his poker face didn’t let any of his train of thought transpire.
-”Hmm…I may consider it.” The blond man simply concluded, taking another sip of the expansive fizzy liquid from the crystal glass in his hand.
-”Anyone can enjoy the show of course, but only you will have the privilege to play with it for free…Just a little gift from an old friend !” Insisted Aaron.
A show, hm? Lucifer pondered internally. Knowing the other man, he could very well imagine what it involved.
As he listened to the conversation, pretending to enjoy the verrine he grabbed from the table nearby— and let’s say it, the young man wasn’t a fan of the mix of eggplant and zucchini… –he grew more and more tense.
Oh, he had to do it. At least for Eve. It was risky, but… Maybe it was worth it, if any of the people involved with this show had information about this ‘Jordan’ guy.
Especially, he suspected that Aaron might.
The tall twink inhaled deeply, before walking to the brown eyed man.
-”So...Everyone can come and watch the show?” He finally asked.
Husk quickly followed, standing behind his boyfriend, his arms crossed, ready to bite like a good little guard dog.
-”Oh, Angie~” Aaron purred. “You’re lucky Val couldn’t come…” He lightheartedly commented, knowing that since the ivory haired one escaped the pimp’s grasp, things had been…complicated, to say the least.
-”But yes, you can come ! I’m sure it will remind you of lovely memories…” The brown eyed one finally added, snarkily.
Angel gulped, and nodded, walking away with husk, not wanting to stay any longer around the two men. Husk followed him, but didn’t miss the opportunity to throw a threatening look at Aaron’s face.
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Finally, Aaron had announced the start of the show. Multiple guests, among them Lucifer, joined him in a little room upstairs. Angel didn’t wait to drag Husk there with him.
The room was dimly lit, only a few blue colored spotlights. The decoration was quite old school, if not totally ancient, but this was to be expected for a mansion.
A couch covered with velvety pillows was sitting at the center of the room, Lucifer took place on it, nonchalantly sitting, a leg resting on his thigh.
Two other men sat on each side of him, probably other ‘VIP’ guests.
At the back of the room was a curtain hanging down from the ceiling, it almost looked like a little stage…Well, minus the stage itself.
Aaron did a little bow, before he started his monologue:
-”So, my friends, I reunited you here because… I have beautiful products on display for you all today.”
Angel was more than uncomfortable, let’s be honest…
This was almost triggering.
Sensing his boyfriend’s distress, Husk gently squeezed his hand. As if to silently remind the younger man that he was safe with him.
-”Two of these beautiful creatures are on sale…But the third is just eye candy.” He explained with a wink, before snapping his fingers.
As he silently ordered, two of his henchmen went behind the curtain, to retrieve two girls who were blindfolded, walking on all fours, held back by a leash.
That’s it, Angel feels like he’s going to puke.
The girls are brought to the men sitting on each of Lucifer’s side, and without anything asked to them, they ‘eagerly’ palped around to find the men’s crotch, freeing their already hard members in a frenetic hurry, and started to suck on them, as if they were completely brainwashed.
The tall twink wanted to leave and rush to the toilets to empty his guts, he almost regretted coming all the way there…
…But for Eve, he’d take it.
He inhaled deeply, squeezing his man’s hand harder, as an attempt to ground himself. He just needed to know if Aaron knew Jordan, or if the man even attended the party in the first place. After that, they could go back home.
Lucifer looked as impassive as always, his arms still crossed. But the truth was that he was disgusted by the scene taking place. Hell, he wasn’t an altar boy– oh god knew he was far from it –But still…
Quickly, the two trafficked women were quickly bought by the men sitting next to Lucifer. The short bit back a sigh, trying to not pay too much attention to the debauchery taking place around him.
Soon, Aaron announced he would bring his friend’s ‘surprise’.
The blond middle aged man frowned, as if he almost forgot about this detail.
This time, the brown eyed man was the one disappearing behind the curtain. We could hear him drag something, hissing to it to ‘behave’.
Quickly a sound of an impact resonated in the room, followed by a whine.
Soon enough, what Aaron was dragging was revealed, and Angel’s eyes widened in horror, as he instinctively hid behind his boyfriend.
A lanky man covered in bruises and scratches, and cigarette burns, was dragged on a leash and brought to Lucifer.
The young man was blindfolded by a piece of leather, secured behind his head with a metal fastener. He also gagged, his drool dripping from the gag ball, and wearing nothing but black vinyl pants, the blue spotlights reflecting aggressively on the shiny material.
The blond man looked down at the brunette, who looked like a terrified and confused prey animal, a bit puzzled, but not letting it transpire on his still blank face.
He gauged the young man to be in his twenties, maybe thirty at best, but certainly not older. So that was Aaron’s surprise uh, a terrified and beaten up whore?
Angel looked at Husk distressed, as if pleading him to tell them what to do, but the truth was that the older man was as shocked and full of dread as the younger man was. They sure didn’t expect to find Adam here, of all places…
Lucifer leaned in, grabbing the brunette’s chin, forcefully lifting his head, and he looked at him from under all the angles known to man.
-”So, Wanna play with it?” Aaron Asked.
-”You know I’m not…comfortable indulging in these things in public.” He nonchalantly replied, before leaning in closer to Adam’s ear, whispering to him : “Do not be scared, I won’t harm you.”
Adam gasped, his breath stolen from him.
He had no idea what was going on, the last few months are blurry, and all he knew was that he went through hell and back.
-”Tell me Aaron…I don’t think damaging your goods is…a smart business tactic.” The blond man exasperated.
The brown eyed man shrugged his shoulders:
-”Well, he won’t be sold. And it's the only way he’ll behave… “ He lamented, as if he felt bad for any of the atrocious acts he committed upon the younger man. “You look like the kind to be a brat tamer so…I wondered if you could do something with him. In exchange, you can freely use him.”
Oh so that’s what Aaron wanted from him, hm?
-”I’m not sure I appreciate playing with broken toys…” Deplored the middle aged blond.
-”Not my fault if some people get off beating his ass…” Confessed Aaron, as if he himself didn’t participate.
Lucifer sighed heavily:
-”How much?” He then bluntly asked.
-”I told you I’m not selling him.” Aaron pinched his nosebridge, pretending to be fed up.
-”I said: How much?” The blond coldly reiterated, his crimson colored stared piercing outright through the man his words were addressed to.
The one with hazelnut eyes frowned:
-”A whole million.” He smugly replied, hoping it’d be enough to deter the shorter man.
-”Okay. A million it will be then.” Lucifer nonchalantly agreed, retrieving his checkbook and a fancy pen from his coat’s inner pocket.
The other man looked in disbelief, as the blond filled the little paper, before handing it him:
-”Here. Let’s say it’s a donation for your little ‘charity’.” He said, his smile, the only one that had crossed his lips during the whole evening, filled with animosity.
Aaron grabbed the check, still puzzled, as Lucifer simply took hold of Adam’s leash, exiting the room…And then the building.
Seeing this, Angel panicked, and ran after him. Husk tried to hold his boyfriend’s back, but the white haired one was not only in better shape and younger, he also had much longer legs than his older boyfriend.
As Lucifer was walking toward his fancy car unlocking its doors, followed by a frightened and mute Adam, The tall twink rushed toward them.
The blond man raised a confused eyebrow, stopping in his tracks.
Out of breath, The poor Angel was folded in half, panting like a dog, his throat parched. Husk wasn’t far behind, but decided it was wiser to let his boyfriend handle it. He didn’t know much about the mob.
He’d only act if his man ended up being in danger.
The older blond grabbed his own chin, tilting his head on the side:
-”Yes?” He nonchalantly inquired.
-”P-please listen to me ! I know I’m a nobody to you at best but…” Angel mumbled, struggling to speak as he didn’t even take the time to catch his breath.
Adam blinked from behind his leather blindfold. This voice…Was it…
No, it couldn’t be right?
He would have never got through the trouble of helping him, not after how the brunette treated him…
-”This guy you just bought…He…I mean…I…” Angel sputtered out, in a hurried distress.
He didn’t even know what he wanted to tell the man.
Since he had left his home country, and family… The tall twink didn’t have any power now.
-”He’s your friend?” Lucifer supposed. His tone was cold yet, but it wasn’t threatening and didn’t hold any bite.
The ivory haired’s pink eyes widened in a surprised confusion.
What?
-”I Mean…Y-yes…I…” He blurted out.
-”I don’t plan on hurting him.” The blond man reassured.
The younger man blinked repeatedly, utterly lost.
-”We can’t speak much here. For reasons…That I am sure you’re aware of.” elusively explained the shorter man, before retrieving a business card from his inner pocket and handing it to the young man. “Feel free to visit him in a few days. Not tomorrow, I think he’ll need to recover…” He gave Adam an apologetic look. “...The poor thing looks like he’s about to pass out any second now.”
- “B-but…” Angel tried to argue back, looking down at the little piece of cardboard in his hands.
A banker uh…? So that was what the mob boss hid behind? Pretty practical to launder money…
-”Forgive me, but we have to leave…And you should too.” He advised, still as monotonous as he was at the start. “From what I gathered, you know both Val and Aaron…And a pretty boy like you shouldn’t hang around these two.”
With that, the short blond opened the door of his car, and helped Adam sit in the passenger seat, taking the leash off and putting on his belt with a gentleness that surprised Angel.
No, kind people don’t exist in that field…He learned it the hard way.
But…
Lucifer sat in his car, disappearing behind the black tinted glass of his car as he closed its door.
As he drove away, a worried Husk approached his boyfriend, whose gaze still lingered on the business card the mob boss gave him.
-”S-so…?” Husk hesitantly asked, trying to mask his concern as best as he could.
-”...He said we could visit him in a few days.” Angel informed, his tone flat.
As they were driving, Adam was still blindfolded. He simply rested his head against the car’s window, letting the gentle hum of the car rock him.
He had no idea who this man was, or even where he was taking him.
…But the brunette couldn’t care any less.
…All he wanted was to finally sleep, in a bed if possible.
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