A/N: I own nothing. All rights and characters belong to Hart Hanson. However, please enjoy.

Backstrom

Valentine had not been back for a minute and Backstrom was starting to wonder. It is not like he cared about his queer tenant but just finding out that they were related he had to admit that he always had a soft spot for the young man. 'Well there should be no reason to worry Valentine can take care of himself' Backstrom thought while grabbing a beer from the fridge. Of course being him he could not help but think the worst but then again, he has know Valentine to safely come back to the barge very late into the night. It never really bothered him back then why should it bother him now? Backstrom plopped onto the plush chair sinking back and raising his feet onto the ottoman, tonight he would not worry about his half-brother. Instead, he will enjoy the comforts of his own home without having to listen to sex noises and loud ass snoring, yup tonight his barge was back to the way it was supposed to be: his with nothing but the sounds of his raspy breathing, belching, and whatever else he decided to do.

Valentine

Gregory Valentine was known for turning straight men gay or that is what he says. He stepped out into the cool, crisp night air feeling full on sex and food the only problem was he was really far out from the barge in terms of distance and his hook up refused to take him home or to let him stay the night. Well he could go fuck himself for all Valentine cared. He pulled his jacket closer to his body for warmth as he started his way home. No cabs were out at the time which left him having to walk all the way back home. He walked fast looking back ever so often making sure no one was following him.

"Hello Pretty you wouldn't happen to be Valentine would you?"

Really? He just looked back there and he could have sworn he didn't see anyone behind him; he looked over his shoulder in a flirtatious manner.

"That depends on who is asking."

There was silence and he turned around fully to make sure that his mind had not been playing tricks on him but that decision lead to his downfall as he felt a hard fist connect with his stomach. He doubled over groaning in pain; a boot connected with his torso again and he thought he was coughing up blood. He tried to look up to see his assaulter but it was way too dark and he was in way too much pain. The next thing he knew something was over his head but by then he had passed out from the pain. Shit, he knew he should have went home instead of getting laid.

"Come on Pretty, wake up. That's right wake on up Pretty."

Valentine jolted awake and he was not in the happiest of moods. He now felt like shit and he felt a massive headache coming on. "That's right Pretty get on up." Well this was a very undesirable situation and since he had no idea who this person was he needed to keep a level head. He looked up at the man who had taken him captive.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He put on a calm facade but on the inside he was scared maybe a better word was terrified. He still could not see the man and he really had no idea where he was.

"Oh I am so sorry where are my manner? I am Antonio."

"Funny, you don't sound Italian." The man chuckled.

"I know, my family moved to the U.S. way back." Okay this was good the man sounded intelligent and it seemed that there was chance that if Valentine played his cards right he could talk his way out of his situation.

"Well obviously you know who I am but I think that there is a slight misunderstanding. I don't know anyone named Antonio and if you let me go, I won't do anything rash. You have my word that I won't call the police or anything..."

"See let me stop you right there, I know you won't call the police because I'm not letting you go. Ya see, I have some business to attend to with a good friend of mine. I think you may know them." Valentine could almost sense that the guy was smiling.

"I already told you I don't know you and I most definitely don't know any of your associates… whoa." The floorboards creaked and a man stepped into the only source of light in the room. Valentine held his breath the man was beautiful, sexy even. From what he could see he had soft features and some vibrant piercing green eyes. His hair was slicked back and it seemed that he was hiding a strapping body with bulging muscles underneath his clothing.

"I'm pretty sure you know them very well. The business I have to attend to is Everett Backstrom." Valentines eyes widened.

"What do you need with him?"

"Oh I'm just going to kill him like he did my Father."

"What?! Are you talking about Visser guy? He was your Dad?" Valentine felt a tug on his already sore torso how had he not realized that he was tied to a chair?

"So you do know one of my former associates but no I am not speaking of Visser. I am talking about my Father: Dante Trippi." His heart skipped a beat he had not heard that name for a year and now it was coming up again. This could not be happening it seemed like every time his life was getting back to normal some old shit would resurface and find him again.

"Your Father is Dante Trippi?"

"Was. Like I said he is dead and now I have got to return the favor." Valentine could hardly breathe. No he could kill Backstrom, yeah he is an asshole, but that does not mean he deserves to die.

"W-Wait, you seem like a reasonable guy maybe I can trade you something for Backstrom's life?" The man raised a brow.

"And what would that be? What can you trade me that holds the same value as my Fathers life?" He folded his arms?

"Uh...Um...back at the barge, I have a bunch of stuff worth thousands maybe millions… a-and you can have anything you want." Antonio laughed.

"Are you saying that my Father's life can be compared to only materialistic things?" Valentine vigorously shook his head.

"No that is not what I am sa..."

"Well you time is up to try and convince me other wise. So without further ado I will take my leave and find my bounty Everett Backstrom."

"What do you mean bounty? Aren't you doing this because of your Father?"

"Of course not; my Father was an ass. Anyway don't you know? Everett has made a lot of enemies that are willing to pay big cash for his head. Well, ta-ta." Valentine began breathing fast he had to think of something and he had to think of it fast.

"Okay okay, wait I will give you whatever you want just don't kill Backstrom please!" He held back tears and a sniffle, "Please." Antonio walked closer to the smaller male studying him. He took his chin between his fingers and stared into the dark brown eyes.

"All right Pretty, how are you going to pay me?"

"I already told you there is a ton of priceless stuff back at my place an-" Valentine received a hard smack to the face making his cheek sting. He glared at the man.

"You know, like my Father I have taken to sticking my nose in small businesses that interest me and one business that I have taken a fancy to-well you will find out."

"What are you talking about? What the hell are you talking about?" Valentine was starting to lose his cool and he had a feeling he was out of time.

"If it makes you more comfortable I can just go kill him now. I already know where he is, yeah I know where the barge is. I've been keeping tabs on you and him but see this is how it is gonna go down. I'm gonna kill Backstrom and you are going to watch every single minute of it. I want him and you to suffer." Antonio gave a toothy grin and untied Valentine who then began to fight back against the huge man.

"Let me go dammit!" Antonio grabbed Valentine by his arm and dragged him into the open air. "PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM, PLEASE!"

"Alright but as I said before I will be losing a lot of money but it is okay, because you are going to pay me back every penny of it."

This time Antonio socked him in the face effectively knocking Valentine out. "It is all good my Pretty, I will take care of you."

Valentine blacked out.

"This him?"

"Yup. You can do whatever you want with him except choking, cutting, and don't beat him too much. Understood?" The man nodded.

Valentine was in a haze. He remembered talking to Antonio and then being knocked out. He tried to open his eyes but his head hurt too much. 'Come on Valentine open your eyes.' He forced his eyelids open only to wish that he had kept them closed. He was on a bed naked with a man walking closer.

"AH you're awake. See you made me miss out on a million bucks now you gotta pay me back and based on your performance right now I doubt you're going to make your quota quick enough. Okay well that is enough from me; enjoy your time Mr. Phelps oh and don't forget to use a condom. See you in an hour Val."

The man crept closer the bed sinking with Mr. Phelps weight. Valentine sent up a small prayer. 'Oh God please, please.' The man slowly turned him onto his belly and pushed his covered cock into the small puckering hole of Valentine. He whimpered.

"Someone must have been in here recently, you're already open and ready to be tasted. At that moment Valentine realized that he was deep shit and Backstrom could not get him out of this one. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he let the man above him fuck him.