Sequel to (and carries straight on from) Flames of Love.
First, I need to apologize to cockenygeezah for using the same story title (Flames of Love), I honestly didn't realise. Sorry!
Okay, I didn't intend to do a sequel but these summer holidays are boring so far and this website is a boredom killer. Also, I feel I really should apologize for the darkness and angst in this story. I don't know where it all came from (i'm usually so happy :S) . Also attempted rape in first chapter but it's not at all graphic. You can skip to the 2nd chapter and not really miss much of the story as long as you knew it happened. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! 2 Chapters because I don't like the first one :D.
D/C: Not mine. Although I am working on it and if it all goes to plan I should own Noel Fielding by lunch time tomorrow.
Vince led on the double bed looking up at the ceiling, well to where the ceiling would be if it wasn't pitch black. He had been lying awake for hours, unable to sleep. His thoughts wouldn't let him rest and every time he closed his eyes he had a flashback from the night and his mind would start racing all over again.
Vince sat up carefully so as not to disturb the other man and slid out of the bed silently. He stood up and looked over to Howard who was snoring lightly. Just yesterday they'd been best friends and now, well, he didn't know what they were. Lovers? Boyfriends? Just friends who'd made a mistake? It was this thought that terrified Vince the most. The possibility that Howard would wake up full of regret. Vince sighed heavily and crept out of the room.
Naboo and Bollo had been asleep for ages now and Vince didn't want to risk waking them so he slipped into the suit he's been wearing yesterday evening, the one that had made Howard look at him with his eyes full of love, and left the flat quietly. He had no idea where he was going to go at four o clock in the morning. But he needed to do something before he drove himself mad so he decided he's just walk until he saw somewhere that was open.
A few minutes later Vince turned on to a small deserted alleyway and came across a small, a tiny, grubby bar. There was a plump woman with unpleasant features behind the bar and a few hefty men dotted around drinking pints. Vince took a deep breath and walked in. Everyone in the bar turned to look at him, as people usually did when he walked in a bar, but this time it was different. They weren't just looking at him they were eyeing him up like hungry lions. He strode in, more confidently than he felt, and walked up to the bar.
"Can I help you?" asked the plump woman with a strained smile displaying a row of rotting teeth.
Vince stared in horror and stammered "Um, er…j-just a Flirtini please."
"We only got pints here."
"Urgh, beer." Vince said screwing his face up in disgust.
"Aye."
"Could you put some lemonade in it?"
"No. Beer or nothing."
"Fine," surrendered Vince "That'll do I suppose." The woman slammed the pint down on the bar sloping it all over the side of the glass.
"Thanks." smiled Vince uneasily.
"No problem. 4.80 please."
"€4.80?!" Vince shouted before catching himself. "That's a bit steep, isn't it?" he whispered.
"That's what is costs." she sneered
"Right," shuddered Vince "No problem." He stood up to get the money out of his pocket.
'Damn!' he thought. 'No pockets.'
"Look," he said, flashing the woman his most dazzling smile "funny story. Thing is, I haven't got any money…"
"No money, no beer." the woman growled, snatching the glass from Vince's hands and spitting in it.
"Oh, okay." Vince stared in horror "I think I'm going to leave anyway."
"Damn right you will." screeched the woman drinking down the beer. "Get out of my pub." Vince nodded wide eyed and fearful and practically ran from the pub.
Vince walked as quickly as he could up the alleyway it was dark and creepy. Vince kept his head low and hoped he was walking in the right direction.
"Hey! Hey!" came a low voice from behind. Vince sped up.
"Hey, you there. This yours?" Vince, knowing the voice couldn't be talking to anyone else, turned around to see an ugly biker man strolling toward his waving a glittery scarf above his head.
"Yeah." Vince smiled taking the scarf "that's mine. Thanks."
"S'alright love." sneered the biker moving his face very close to Vince's "You can just repay me later."
Vince flinched as the bikers alcohol-stenched breath washed over him
"Sure," Vince said "Maybe I'll buy you a pint."
"Aye, but you've got no money." the biker pointed out as he took a step toward Vince.
"B-but I could get hold of some." Vince stammered, taking a step backward.
"Ah, you don't need money to pay me back" the biker insisted taking Vince's delicate face roughly in his hand. "We could just go back to my house and… see how things go."
"I'm a little tired actually." yawned Vince.
"Awww, bless. Well I've got a bed at my house." the biker said leering at Vince and running a big grubby finger down the smaller mans chest.
"It's okay my place is probably closer" Vince smiled politely taking another step back straight into a wall.
"Nowhere to run now sweet lips." the biker growled as he put his hands on Vince's shoulders slamming him against the wall.
"Yer, I noticed that to" squeaked Vince. The biker pushed himself right up against Vince and began to peel the shiny suit slowly over Vince's shoulders
"Umm, you do know I'm a guy right?"
"What?" exclaimed the biker stopping suddenly and taking a step back to better his victim. For a moment Vince thought he'd got away with it and then: "In that case you'll have to turn round." Vince felt himself thrown face first against the damp wall.
"Please don't" whimpered Vince, as the biker bit hard into his shoulder breaking the skin and stripped the suit down to reveal his bare torso. "Just leave me alone please."
"Ah come on." breathed the biker "Look at you. You've taken it up the arse before."
"Please. Go away."
"I don't think so sweetheart." came the growl. Vince felt the remainder his suit being ripped away from him leaving him completely exposed. He could feel the damp, darkness of the alleyway closing in around him and the presence of the biker breathing heavily on the back of his neck. Vince closed his eyes tight, any second now…
"Hey, what do you think your doing?"
"What's it look like granddad?" came the irritated voice of the biker. The cold air on Vince's back told him his aggressor had moved.
"Let him go."
"Or what?"
"Or you'll have me to deal with."
"And what are you going to do?"
"I'll have you know I'm a black belt in jazzersise, sir."
Vince was unable to silence his groan of despair.
"and what are you going to do with your black belt in jazzersise?" sneered the biker.
"Nothing." Howard replied coolly "but have you met by friend Bollo?"
"ROAR!" Bollo bellowed jumping out from behind a wall and beating his chest furiously.
"Oh crap!" screamed the biker and took off down the alleyway as quick as his fat legs would carry him.
Vince collapsed to the ground cold, shaking and naked, his thin body covered in goose pimples. He was too exhausted and terrified to cry, instead he just sat limply hugging his knees tight to his chest.
"Oh Vince." sighed Howard putting his jacket around Vince's shaking shoulders and wrapping a blanket around his waste. "Let's get you home shall we." Vince nodded weakly as Bollo scooped him up in his big furry arms and carried him carefully back to the flat.