"I missed you." Tweek confessed, flinging his arms around Craig the second he got through the barricaded door. He had spent hour after hour with Bebe, talking, eating and helping her with mundane chores around the house. Bebe's attempt at distracting him was in vain; his paranoia and love for Craig had clouded everything else.
Craig nodded, taking off his jacket and casting it onto the banister, before watching Clyde head to the front room, presumably to watch the game and crack open a can of beer. Tweek could hear Bebe consulting him about his day in there, and he was about to do the same for Craig when the noirette grabbed his top, pulling him towards him and kissing him.
No sooner than it had started, it had ended. Clyde was walking past, so Craig had drawn away. Tweek was sure they weren't homophobes, though he guessed Craig kissing a teenager wasn't the best image to hang onto. He flitted his eyes from Clyde back to Token and gasped slightly, his lips parting in shock.
A thin, long cut was patterned onto Craig's left cheek, trailing all the way up to the side of his eye, peeking out behind his dark fringe. Tweek pressed his fingertips against it, tracing the dried blood in horror, which made Craig flinch. "W-who did that to you?" He asked desperately, clutching Craig's hands in his small ones. Craig sighed, and pulled his hands away, walking off to the basement. Tweek followed him.
"Forget it, Tweek." Craig muttered, kneeling on the floor, his back turned away, and shoving something under the bed. Tweek had a suspicion of what it was in those clear bags, but didn't dare bluntly voice it. Tweek pursed his lips, coming down the steps and waiting for Craig to stand back up. He did, and turned to Tweek, his eyebrows raised. "What?"
"W-what happened? Please tell me." Tweek begged, still fixated on that wound. He wanted to know who had hurt his protector, his love, his…criminal. Craig was bad, the worst, as Bebe had said, but he didn't deserve this. He pulled Craig's hands into his own, once again, trembling.
"I said forget it." Craig growled, knocking Tweek's hands away. Tweek cringed and his eyes welled with tears. Craig stared at him for a second, taking up his scarily familiar stoic expression again, before turning on his heel and walking out of the basement, leaving Tweek to fall back onto the bed, and weep into his hands.
That night, Craig didn't seem to want to make love. The two had barely said a thing to eachother over dinner, which had made Clyde and Bebe exchange a bunch of nervous looks. Tweek had figured Craig would get over his rage as soon as Tweek…helped him relax, but to no avail. Yet, it wasn't necessarily a failed goal as Craig wrapped his arms around Tweek as he tried to sleep, apologizing under his breath. Tweek didn't say anything.
"You know something?" Tweek shook his head, opening his hazel eyes to look at Craig, who was only inches away from him. "Tweek is another name for meth." Craig smiled, which soon developed into a laugh. Tweek wanted to stay solemn but he soon gave into the hysteria, giggling heartily along with Craig. They only began to quieten after a few minutes.
Craig smiled, then cupped Tweek's cheek in one hand. Tweek noticed his cut had been stitched up, perhaps by Bebe, when he had left earlier. He wanted to remain upset about that, but Craig's next words didn't allow him to. "You're addictive, Tweek, like drugs." Craig lay a kiss on his nose, rubbing his cheek with his thumb. "But I'm not a consumer, I'm a dealer, and you're not crack, you're a twitchy little kid." He lay another kiss on Tweek, but on his lips, that time. Tweek frowned.
Why did everything have to be so messed up?
The next time Tweek awoke there was another bundle of clothes and self-cleaning supplies on the floor. He wondered who left them out for him. Bebe? Craig? He didn't know, but he was grateful. He didn't feel like a hostage anymore, he felt like a human in his own right. He got dressed quickly, then ventured to the Kitchen again.
Everyone looked worried. Craig had his face in his hands, Bebe had her hand to her chest, an agonised expression on her face, and Clyde looked slightly cross, staring at the television. Tweek looked across at it, too, in order to find out what was wrong. He saw a picture of him, taken when he was 12 years old, and a reporter droning on. Oh.
"Craig Tucker, an internationally wanted drug dealer and an assistant to murder, has currently tricked police and taken Tweek Tweak, above, hostage. The parents of which are offering an even higher ransom than demanded before, and police forces all over the states have joined together to defeat –"
Tweek had heard enough. He looked to Craig, shocked. Nothing was new, exactly, except…. Craig was convicted of assisted murder? Craig had….killed someone? Tweek had been willing to forget everything else for their relationship, but the thought of Craig murdering, or, at least, helping to murder someone in cold blood made him afraid of the man who sat in that chair.
Nonetheless, he pulled up the chair next to Craig, and slung his arms around him. Tweek knew it was his fault. If only he had stayed with the police, Craig would have been able to still get away just fine, without all the cops and his parents still on him. His eyes leaked a few stray tears as Clyde and Bebe averted their eyes, not wanting to intrude on the moment. "I'm s-sorry." Tweek sobbed into Craig's neck.
Tweek was barely aware of Craig leaning up and him slipping off to fall into Craig's lap. Craig shushed him, and stroked his hair absentmindedly, leaning down to plant light kisses over his face. "Don't be." Craig smirked, repeating Tweek's stuttered words from 2 nights prior. He looked up and glared at the couple, making them rush out the door in a hurry.
Tweek leaned up, and Craig sighed. "It just means you and me will have to be a little more careful now." Tweek tilted his head. He had thought for sure Craig would send him back, not wanting to risk anything. "I'm not losing you, Tweek. Fuck no." Craig said strongly, his face softening as Tweek kissed his hand sweetly.
"W-why?" Tweek asked, because he didn't get it. Craig was a pretty high scale villain, sexy as sexy can be and 7 years older than him. Tweek? He was, despite his denials, just a kid, obsessed with childish things like the underpants gnomes – though, admittedly, he had thought about them less and less – who, sure, had a cute baby face, and a slim frame, but was no match for Craig in looks, or anything else for that matter.
Craig audibly grinded his teeth, before replying, in an almost defeated tone. "I love you, Tweek Tweak." It sounded so odd coming off Craig's lips, those lips which had manipulated so many clients, so many loose women, so many bosses. Those lips which had kissed thousands, but only ever loved to kiss the body in his arms. But, it was true.
Tweek smiled, his vision blurring as he reached up and crushed their lips together passionately. Craig met him there, cradling him, as they kissed, developing the foundation of their screwed up love. "I l-love you too." Tweek admitted, pulling away. Craig scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, I know. You're not hard to read, Tweekers." Tweek was about to scold him for that remark but his lips were occupied once more.
Craig and Tweek had to relocate. Their stay at Clyde's had only been temporary, and now they to move somewhere else, somewhere secure. Tweek was still sitting in Craig's lap as the four bent over a map of all the possible places they could go. They had been in that position for over 2 hours, arguing over everything. Tweek sighed, and dropped his head onto Craig's shoulder.
"How about we go to the beach?" He suggested dreamily, and Clyde laughed, but Craig shrugged, looking along the coastline for a town. He would at least try to find a place, just to humour the kid. He did find a place – Castione. Craig was sure he had never heard of it, and it sounded almost made up, but it was good. Not perfect, but good. It was close to a few of Craig's most vital contacts, close to the border, and around 30 miles away from the nearest police station.
Craig shook Tweek awake, as he had half-dozed off. "Hey, Tweek, how do you feel about Castione?" Tweek just nodded, beaming as he fell back asleep.
The goodbye had been tearful, but extremely short. Bebe wrapped Tweek in a bonecrushing hug, at which point Craig quite literally had to drag Tweek away from her grip, and Clyde had simply patted Tweek on the shoulder, grinning at him. Then, they had been driven away by another "friend" to the hotel, which freaked Tweek out a lot. The reason being? Tweek had to dress as a girl, and get them a room without being caught.
Tweek shakily walked up to the front desk, twirling his new brown curls in his fingers. The woman looked at him suspiciously, thinking he didn't look very girly. She dismissed him as a transvestite. "Castione Hotel. How can I help you, young…girl?" The receptionist ground out beyond a fake grin.
"One room. Single. One week." Tweek reeled off, remembering Craig's words. The receptionist raised her eyebrows, typing something into a computer, then passed him a rusty key, waving him away as she pulled out her phone to scan it for any messages. Tweek walked off, diving into the elevator as an oblivious boy wolf whistled behind him, making his blush.
Soon enough, he found himself in the room, and just about had a panic attack as he heard his name being hissed behind him. He whirled around, and saw Craig banging on the window. He ran over, helping him climb in. "Thank god there's a tree there." Craig muttered bitterly, before flitting his eyes over Tweek, smirking. "Damn, Tweek."
Tweek scowled, moving away. "Nngh – shut up! T-that was horrible! Now leave me alone to get undressed." He huffed, turning his back to peel off his cardigan. Where Craig's friend had gotten the girl clothes and wig, he didn't want to know. After detecting no movement, he thought it would be okay to take off his skirt, before suddenly he was shoved onto the bed, with Craig looming above him.
"Let me help you with that, ma'am." Craig smiled, trailing his long fingers down Tweek's squirming body. Tweek stopped struggling and sighed as Craig yanked off his skirt, wordlessly pulling him into a kiss afterwards. "Love you." Craig said impassively as he began to do his thing. Tweek nodded, tangling his hands in Craig's hair as he stared up at the ceiling. Oh, he was in trouble.
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