Rated M for sexual situations, violence etc. You have no idea how many nosebleeds I got writing this from laughing and blushing. Review please!
Coldness, bitter coldness and sharp pain were the first two things Ronald Stoppable felt. His mind was coming out of the darkness, out of the fog, and into awareness. He had learned through the many years of being with Kim, being her little sidekick that you shouldn't open your eyes when you awake. No…you have to hear and feel your surroundings first, get a good mental image of it, an idea if you will. Prepare yourself…
That was the last thing he could do when he realized he was homosexual. But then again, the little voice in his mind whispered, was it possible to prepare yourself for the things in the future when you discover your sexual appetite? What would you do if you could?
Ron ignored all of that for now and focused on his current situation. He understood why he felt pain…that monkey freak had knocked him out with a single blow. Inwardly he cringed, thinking of how bad the migraines would be after it.
The coldness was another thing. Why was he cold? He felt the wind, the breeze nip at his skin…his bare skin…the skin where a shirt and pants were supposed to cover. Fighting the urge to blush, Ronald focused on keeping his eyes closed and faking sleep. He could sense someone near but whether it was one of those creepy ninja monkeys or the master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar himself, he didn't know.
Faintly he wondered why in the world Monkey Fist undressed him. What was the reason? Perhaps he was trying to humiliate the young lad. Or maybe he…actually, that's all the explanations Ron could think of. That was the signal for the dirty side of his subconscious mind to come alive; Monkey Fist undressed him to touch him.
Once again, he tried to control himself, tried to stop from blushing. It worked but his breathing hitched, his body tensed. When it did, he felt something on his wrists. He was actually scared, honest to Heavens scared what it might be. It took only a few moments to realize what the heaviness of his wrists was; chains. He was chained up. That explained the coldness as well.
Was he on a bed? With the new knowledge of this, the dirty part of his subconscious mind repeated its earlier hypothesizes. There were the soft springs underneath his literally bruised back; he felt something on his stomach too. What was it?
"For faking sleep, Mr. Stoppable, you aren't quite good at it." The same voice echoed next to him just as it did at the bridge. With a groan, he wondered why the crazy old coot didn't just throw him off the edge and into the river! "Especially when you've been captured with Possible so many times…"
He winced physically at the mention of Kim, not caring for the moment if the monkey lover saw it or not. He made no movement to indicate that he'd open his eyes or even move at all for that matter. However, Monty had different plans.
A sharp slap to his face made Ron's eyes snap open. He could feel the tingle sensation, the heat from the slap on his face and knew there was a handprint. Or…a monkey print in this case.
Ron let out a gasp but not at the slight pain on his cheek, at the sight before him. Monkey Fist hadn't changed a lot but in the small ways that he had…well, all he could he of was 'wow'. Only two or three years had passed after all.
His blue eyes held wisdom and a certain coldness that even dry ice couldn't match. His hair, which was often messy from him training and 'being' a monkey, was a little longer, past his neck. His body was covered by a thin looking material pathetically called a kimono. Still, Ron could see the muscles that he owned, the flat stomach, perhaps even six-pack that Monty had. Oh the years have been good to him!
The scary, perhaps even heart-stopping-fright, was that Ronald…liked what he saw. He could feel a stirring in his groin at the mere sight of the older Englishman. He was attracted to his worst enemy! Praying silently, he tried to restrain his body. Oh boy…imagine if he grew hard right there in front of Monkey Fist in his naked glory!
"Why am I naked?" He voiced his thoughts suddenly. His voice sounded hoarse, quiet from all the uncried tears, all the screaming and shouting of anger as well as pain.
The man looked sinister in the right light, a twisted grin on his face. Those ice cube eyes of his only made it worse as he stared down at Ron, like he was a piece of meat. "Because your clothes were soaked and I would prefer the sheets of my bed dry."
Ron frowned and tried not to move his head around too much, fearful of passing out again. "That's a lie; you looked to your left when you said it!"
Suddenly Monty was two inches away from him, nearly on top of his silk sheet covered body. "Very good Ronald, is that something Ms. Possible taught you? Or perhaps you picked that up every time she'd lie! Tell me boy…would you prefer to believe that lie for a little bit or dread the truth that's to come?"
A soft gasp, barely audible, escaped his lips. He stared at the man before him with huge chocolate eyes, refusing to show anymore fear. Monty watched him carefully, noticing how his eyes that were once bright with happiness were now dim with depression, suppressed anger.
Ron finally realized that although his wrists were currently occupied, his feet weren't. Risking exposure, literally, he kicked the man away. His foot connected with Monty's nose and sent him flying back, blood dripping on the carpet. The blond hair boy was quite surprised at how flexible he was.
The monkey lover held his probably broken nose, a little surprised as well but all too much amused. He stepped over to Ron and smiled, towering over the boy. "You want to play rough, fine. I tried to be a good host…" He said coldly, straddling the boy's hips. Ron not only felt dread about not being able to hit him again but he felt fear, nervousness, and embarrassment. This position was so wrong!
That's when he finally noticed the silk cover over his body, covering his stomach, chest, and below the belt. He attempted to wiggle free from the chains, knowing full well that it was an action in vain. At least he tried though.
"Now, now Ronald…" He wore a sadistic smile. "No squirming or I'll tie your legs up as well." Losing control of his body, he blushed a dark red, his freckles hiding. Monkey Fist continued, "I do, however, wish to know why you have so many…" He let his words hang in air, lightly touching the black and blue side of Ron's, "…bruises."
Stoppable hissed lightly at the hand touching his still-very-sensitive marks. He bit his tongue though, refusing to answer that. However, Monty wanted different for he made Ron feel the sharp sting of a slap once more. Ron cried out, accidentally haven bit his tongue, blood falling on the pillow his head rest on.
"…I got in a fight…at school." He lied without care, his vision blurring with each new throb of pain in his head. His tongue too now hurt and he couldn't help but want to retch at the coppery taste of blood.
"Stop your lying!" Monty sneered.
Unable to resist, Ron mocked him, "Would you prefer to believe an obvious lie or realize the horrible truth?"
It took all of Monkey Fist's strength not to hit him again.
Standing up, he shook his head. "In time, Stoppable, I'll know everything about you…inside and out." The way his blue eyes shined for that second…Ron shivered violently. Monty left the room, leaving poor Ron tied up, cold, in pain, and naked.
To make things worse, a monkey ninja stood guard.
Several hours passed, not that Ron really noticed. He spent them lost in thought, reminiscing mostly. He barely thought about what happened only two or three days ago, his mind on good memories. That's how he'd cope with being alone, chained, and kidnapped; thinking of the good times.
He thought about how he and Kim used to play during second grade, how they'd train together as well. He thought about how his family used to spend Chanukah, how they'd light the candles together. He thought about how he and Rufus won the…
Rufus!
With eyes flashing with panic, the man looked around. Last time he checked, the mole rat was in his pocket. So where were his pants? Did Monty find the mole rat while stripping Ron of his modesty and harm him? Ron fought the desire to retch once more; Rufus couldn't be dead, he just couldn't be!
"Still awake are we?" A classy tone spoke up as the door closed. Ron had grown quite cold since he left, but he felt numb compared to it. His head was throbbing with each syllable spoken.
"I have to remain awake, you already undressed me…which I still want to know why." Ron said carefully, trying to speak in a tone quiet enough not to cause pain but loud enough to be heard from the door.
"Let's just say it involves the Mystical Monkey Powers you've attempted to bury." He said grimly for the first time since their reunion.
Chocolate eyes flared with concern and rage, he snarled, "Where's Rufus?!" When he heard nothing, he shouted, "Where is he, you hair freak?!"
Suddenly he felt a fingertip over his lips, a very soft one. That's when Ron noticed just how soft Monkey Fist's hands were. He expected them to be calluses considering he fought and walked on…Since when did he even care?! Pushing down the urge to blush, he waited for an answer.
"He's safe…" Monkey Fist stated. "…If I can find him."
This made Ronald smile for the first time in days. "You can't find him?! That means you didn't realize he was here!" His heart was pounding happily, "That means…" He stopped, realizing what it meant. If Rufus could help him out of this, he could be caught too. Monty would now place more security at his room.
"Oh don't worry Stoppable…I'll make sure he remains okay when we find him." Monkey Fist smiled, walking closer to the man in chains.
"Tell me boy…are your arms tired?" He smirked evilly. Such a random question that was bound to go somewhere soon.
Ron glared, silent once more. There was no way he'd give satisfaction to the monkey loving freak! However, Monty mistook this as anger for something else instead of the mocking, "Oh that's right! You're no longer a boy…you're eighteen. What's it like? I'm assuming…" There was an underlying trace of anger in his voice, "That Ms. Possible gave herself to you as a gift?"
Ron's face crumbled suddenly, only for a second. He was struggling to keep a glare on, to keep his eyes tear-free. Looking away finally, he cringed inwardly, realizing that he just gave Monty ammo.
"Ah…so she's with someone else, is she?"
Finally, not wanting to be hit again, Ron croaked out, "I'm not interested in her."
This made Monty's eyes widen ever so slightly, the sparkle of curiosity betraying his calm and bored tone, "Oh? Why not?"
When Ron stayed silent, he fell into a pensive mood. Why not? Because he wasn't interested in that gender of course! That's what got him into this whole mess; if he wasn't gay, he'd be with the most popular girl in school. If he wasn't gay, he wouldn't have rejected her and made her thirst for revenge. If he wasn't gay…he would be at home right now, with his family and friends. He'd be sitting in with his friends and family, warm and clothed.
"In case you hadn't noticed…" Monkey Fist suddenly appeared next to him, whispered dangerously in his ear, "When I ask a question, I expect an answer!"
Suddenly he lost it. He lost control of his anger which had simmered and boiled for days. He lost control of the volume of his voice, even forgot the fact that he was chained up naked.
"Because I'm gay!" He shouted, not caring who heard. The thought of other villains perhaps outside didn't occur to him and now, he didn't care. "I rejected her and now because of it, I'm stuck with a monkey weirdo like you! If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been walking the bridge alone and…"
Monty's hand grasped his chin, shutting him up and bringing their faces closer. "Listen here and listen close, Ronald…I was planning to kidnap you one way or another so don't think like that. Having an interest in your own sex is nothing to be ashamed of! And since I know you do…" He smiled sickly, "This will make it all the easier."
Ron felt his heart stop for a second. "…Easier?" He forced himself not to stutter.
