Void-san: Yo! I'm back, again with a new story.{Again, I know.} Well anyways this is a Ben Wade fanfiction and I feel I should warn you now. It is maleXmale, so if that makes you uncomfortable, just stop reading please. Also this is my first maleXmale fanfiction, so please be merciful. This is after the movie.
Disclaimer
I, Void-san, make absolutely nothing of this. Nor do I own any characters but the ones you don't recognize.
Chapter One: Escape
Only a fool would even attempt to escape the train she and her partner were being put on. And while Arria Bluke was no fool, she'd rather die now than later. She was lovely, with brilliant brown-blue hazel eyes framed by long golden red hair and an expanse of smooth caramel colored skin. Arria knew she wouldn't last in prison, there was just no way. Unlike Shilo, she wasn't tiny enough to fit through the bars.
She glanced at Shilo, who looked at her with his large emerald green eyes. Silently she nodded, smiling softly. Shilo's eyes widened and he bit his lip before nodding slowly, an almost depressed air entering his demeanor.
Shilo was lifted almost in the train, getting jerked inside by the jailer, or the man who would act as jailer until they reached Yuma. Just as Arria was lined up behind him, held loosely, two things happened at once;
One; Shilo went still, almost as if he were dead, and the jailer scrambled to hold him up.
And two; Arria jerked herself away from her captor and raced toward the desert.
Shocked the jailer gaped at the woman, then jerked Shilo's limp body into the train, examining him frantically. Shilo's and Arria's former captor let out a string of hair-raising curses and spun around firing one time.
Arria Bluke was dead before she hit the ground.
"Israel Shilo's been awake since we got 'im, almost a week back. I reckon he jus' couldn't take no more excitement." The man stated, sliding the door shut with a soft squeal of wood against metal.
The jailer sighed and drug Shilo over to the cage, where one of the other criminals, an older man, gently tugged him through the door and drug him over to be propped up against the bench, next to a well-dressed man's feet.
The man rose an eyebrow at Shilo, before dismissing his presence.
Ben Wade woke as the train ground to a stop, they couldn't have been at Yuma yet, it was three days ride from Contention. Glancing out the window gave him a clear view of what was happening outside the train. Two prisoners, a beautiful woman and a wine red haired man, whose face was obviously silky smooth, he didn't have a beard, and hadn't grown one, not even peach fuzz. Strange, considering he looked about twenty at the least.
Suddenly, the man went limp and Ben frowned, his pale blue eyes narrowed on the small frame, taking note that at the same time the woman fled. Within seconds a shot rang out, signaling the woman's death, and Ben's mouth twitched.
For just a moment, the redhead's face had been full of pain, his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. Just enough to tell that not only did the man know his companion was dead, he regretted it, and to give away that the fainting spell was merely a good act.
The redhead's captor spoke and closed the door. The jailer gulped and dragged the still faking man to the cage, where one of the elderly men grabbed him and tugged him over to the bench, leaning him against it just beside his feet. Ben raised an eyebrow at this, but dismissed the smaller male as just that, smaller.
Come nightfall, he decided, he would leave.
Israel Shilo sighed gratefully as the last of the men, excluding the one he had somehow wound up slumping against. Shaking himself, Shilo decided he wouldn't be dozing off on a train again, instead of feeling at least a little more rested he felt worse, more tired than before. Glancing at the man, whose legs he slept on he found himself surprised and gazing into pale blue eyes, eyes that would probably turn a dark stormy blue when they were riled or excited. And those eyes were looking at him like a wolf would, wary of what Shilo could do, but confident he could handle it, sizing him up, like prey.
Then something occurred to the emerald eyed male, he'd seen this man on a wanted poster before, wasn't he-
"Huh. You're Ben Wade, aren't you?" Shilo muttered, well aware the infamous outlaw had heard him. Suddenly, Shilo sprang, and reacting instinctively Ben lunged for the redhead.
However, for once, Ben moved too slow, Shilo slipped through the bars and shied from his reach like a headstrong horse. Having realized there was no intent to attack within Shilo, Ben pressed against the bars and watched him, his eyes unreadable and his posture relaxed. He knew how to handle a wild animal without touching it, but first, he smirked, to get the redhead to help him willingly.
Noticing the outlaw smirk, Shilo nervously shifted, but didn't move, he knew Ben couldn't reach him without a gun and that was on the table. This action only widened the smirk.
"What do you plan on doing? Hm?" Ben asked, tauntingly, watching Shilo's eyes flicker over to the keys on the table, then uncertainly back to him. "And then?" he murmured softly, pondering in amusement at what made it so easy to make a man obey your will, using the methods usually used to get a woman in bed. Then flash of dazed confusion confirmed what Ben had thought, and he sent Shilo a knowing look.
"Just get me those keys and I'll take care of the rest." He drawled smoothly. Shilo stiffened, balking at the sudden and all too appealing order. Ben just watched, remembering vividly that Charlie had once balked like this, all his men did. Finally, Shilo obeyed, undoing his own cuffs before handing them to Ben.
About five seconds later, the outlaw stood beside Shilo, towering a good two heads over him, and eagerly re-holstering his gun to its usual place.
"You seemed smaller in the cage." Shilo complained. Ben let out an unamused snort, and jerked the door open with a screech of wood and metal. Shilo cringed at the noise, giving the taller man a dirty look and furtively glancing at the still sleeping jailer.
"What is he, drunk?" he muttered, as Ben let out a whistle. Letting out a muffled yelp, the redhead sent Ben another look, this one fiercer and more angry. The only reaction it earned him was a soft snicker, and a lazy gesture towards outside. Scoffing, Shilo looked warily out the door, letting his breath out in a rush at the sight of an obediently running dark stallion. Staring slack jawed, he failed to feel the hand fist in the collar of his shirt, so when Ben leaped onto the horse, he was more than a little surprised to find himself drug along. Cursing, he jerked himself up behind the older outlaw, mentally thinking of the ways to slaughter him.
Void-san: So there's the first chapter, I think I'll have another update for one of my other stories soon too. Anywho, whatcha think? Any good? For a first chapter?