~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 4

The pain was horrifyingly intense; it felt like being cut open with a rusty knife during an operation without anesthesia; it just fucking hurt. The more he moved the worse it felt, he had to bite his sleeve every few minutes to avoid screaming like a little girl and alerting the bouncers. He sure as hell wasn't going back to Abstergo with a broken ankle, that would just mean other things would get broken. If it wasn't his face, it'd be a rib or an arm and then no medicine except for horse tranquilizers or drugs; he wasn't gonna be forced down that road, no matter how painful it'll be otherwise.

Limping into a secluded side street, Desmond took a few deep breaths thru clenched teeth as his eyes watered; he rubbed at his ankle to try and quell the swelling, but every nerve ending was screaming at him to just leave it the fuck alone.

"Fuck...just my luck. I run and end up with a busted ankle-OW-...at least I'm not trapped letting dirty fuckers have their way with me." -heavy sigh- "I just wish I could get the fuck out of this town and never come back...Maybe go to Italy or Jerusalem..." he mused aloud, body leaning into the cold brick wall behind him and eyes glowing a warm honey color as they looked up at the early morning sky. A distant siren snapped him out of his daydream, his eyes wild as he spun around and quickly surveyed his surroundings; no bouncers or guards in sight, no one other than himself.

"I've gotta move...It won't be long before they figure out I'm gone, and I do NOT wanna be around when that happens." he muttered, limping away from the sirens. Desmond limped for several hours, taking several side streets and alleys, making sure NO ONE would be able to follow him.

He began looking for either a means of transportation or a place to crash and, like a grace from god, he found it sitting outside of a rundown tavern; a beautiful 2009 r1 series black Yamaha motorcycle, gleaming in the sunlight like a polished onyx. Biting down his immense excitement at seeing such a glorious sight, he quickly checked the ignition for any keys; miraculously, there they were, chilling in the slot.

"Oh my...looks like god finally decided to smile down on me. Feel kinda bad for the person I'm jacking this from, but oh well. Their loss, my gain!" he chirped happily, settling into the seat and sighing at the loss of pressure on his left ankle. Turning the key, he frowned when it sputtered and died; he tried again and again, but it didn't do any better and the panic was beginning to bubble up inside his chest.

"Oh come on...come on, I need to go...Turn on, dammit!" he muttered, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Then he heard voices coming from the tavern, and his blood froze in his veins; they were heading straight towards him. Desmond tried to ignite the bike once more before he was grabbed by the hood and thrown from the seat.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing with my bike punk?"

He scrambled to his feet, well foot, as best he could without injuring himself further, and spun a quick lie about how'd he thought it had been his bike. They didn't buy it.

"Bullshit! You were trying to jack my bike, you dirty bastard!" the guy shouted, grabbing Desmond by the collar and pulling him close.

"N-no! You don't understand! I wasn't trying-"

"SHUT UP!" the man said, releasing a torrent of rancid breath laced with the smell of heavy liquor. Desmond gagged, trying to turn his head away from the foul stench but to no success. He struggled against the man's grip,

"Look, I didn't mean it! Just let me go! I'm sorry!" Desmond pleaded, but the man just gripped him tighter.

"Oh, you're gonna be sorry! I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget, fucker!" He laughed maniacally as he grabbed Desmond by the throat and dragged the struggling male to an alley that was well hidden by the tavern walls, his friends snickering behind them. Tears gathered in his eyes as he clawed at the strong grip around his windpipe;

OH GOD...No, this can't be happening...please don't let this be happening...God, if you can hear me, please...just please HELP ME...!

FUCK! Where is he?...Goddammit, if someone even touches him, they're fucking DEAD!

The thought surprised Alex; why was he this possessive over some one he barely even knew? It was...strange, to say the least. He had some emotions he hadn't experienced in so long he barely registered them. He shook his head; he didn't have time to think, he needed to find him.

Alex bounded thru the Vegas streets, police sirens blaring in the distance behind him. The last thing he remembered before he lost sight of Desmond was jumping too far to get to the next building on his path, then landing in the middle of the street right in front of a cop car and basically destroying it. Fortunately, the cops inside were unharmed; unfortunately, so was the radio and the moment they snapped out of their surprise they called for backup. He had run at full speed, avoiding the incoming police and sidestepping into a alleys to shake them.

When they finally lost him, Alex was on the opposite side of the city where he'd left Desmond. Now all he could think about was how if he didn't hurry the fuck up and find him, something horrible was gonna happen to him. He had this strong feeling burning in his gut; he didn't know what it was, but something told him it wasn't good.

He didn't know just how right he was.

There is no God...And if there is one, it doesn't give a flying fuck about me...no one does...

He struggled as much as he could; throwing punches and kicks but nothing seemed to put them off. No matter what he had learned at The Farm or what was whispered in the back of his head, everything seemed to just bounce right off. The leader of the 3 threw him down and punched him, resulting in a gush of blood from the broken cartilage in his nose. Desmond gasped, crying out in pain.

The men continued, throwing him to the floor and kicking him, he could almost hear the snap of bones as his ribs broke. Then they punched his face until his left eye was swollen, his lip was split and his right cheek was throbbing; he was now completely compliant. But that wasn't the worst part.

"You little bitch! You thought you could steal from me? Not on your life!" he shouted, signaling his buddies to remove their belts. Desmond eyes widened,

"W-what are you-" he began but was promply slapped back into silence with a hiss. They continued, undoing their pants and taking out their flacid cocks; the leader then grabing Desmond by the hair and forcing him into a kneeling position. The golden-eyed man cried out in pain; he felt new tears running down his cheeks as he swallowed thickly,

No...nonono, please for the love of everything that's holy, no...please...not here, not now...Whywhywhy? Why always me?...why?

He couldn't understand how everyone enjoyed torturing him, just outright hurting him for no reason at all, just for the sake of amusing themselves. What made him so goddamn special?

"It's time for your next lesson, you dirty fuck!" the leader shouted, the three of them crowding around the defenseless young man, hungry smiles on their faces. Desmond almost gagged from the intense nausea he was feeling; he couldn't do it, he just couldn't stomach it.

"Please, don't make me do this, please...just let me go...!" he pleaded, earning another hard smack to the face.

"You'd rather I take you right now?" the leader asked, his dick twitching at the words. Desmond shuddered in fear and disgust,

"NO!...No, I-I'll do it, just don't..."

"Good. Now SUCK. And don't forget my friends here, they need some relief too..." he said, rubbing his now erect member against Desmond's cheek, staining it with small amounts of pre-cum. He took a tentative lick at the dick infront of him, cringing at the bitter and foul taste of it; slowly he took more of it in his mouth, trying hard not to gag in his disgust. He then began stroking the other men with his hands, quickly falling into a steady rhythm as his body went into auto-pilot.

Desmond mentally kicked himself for knowing how to do this so well; he should have never learned this shit in the first place but it was hard inot/i to memorize it when it happened every day. He knew every sensitive spot, how to suck just the right way; hell, he knew more than most of the girls back at the club. And he hated himself for knowing so too, for taking such a sick pride in it. It disgusted him that he felt that way about something that he never wanted to do, never asked to know. He just wanted to disappear and never be found again, never feel like this again.

And by the looks of these guys, it seemed that was exactly where this was going.

The men above him moaned and groaned as Desmond continued to silently cry, his thoughts only on a quick end after their eventual release. He ignored the pain that came from everywhere; his side was screaming, his ankle and face too. He didn't know how much more he could take. Then suddenly the man that was currently balls deep in his throat gripped him by the hair roughly and thrusted forward violently, choking him as the thick shaft pistoned mercylessly into his windpipe.

"Mmnf!"

"Yeah bitch...you like it rough don't ya? Take it!" he muttered between moans as he continued to shove his thick shaft into Desmond's quickly closing windpipe. The others in his group watched as Desmond tried desperately to shove his assailant back, pumping their own cocks since the hands that had serviced them were now clawing at their leader's hips.

Golden eyes began to darken as more air was deprived, slowly rolling back as arms hung limply at his sides; Desmond was dying, he could feel it. There was a cold darkness enveloping him like a blanket, slowly dragging him into Death's eternal embrace; he welcomed the feeling with open arms. He wanted to die; to never again be humiliated and violated by men that only cared about themselves. The only thing he would regret was not being able to take that bastard Vidic with him; they could have shared the pain in the pits of hell.

Just as his mind fell into the shadows, the obstruction was removed and Desmond instictively took a deep, shuddering breath. He coughed and sputtered, doubling over in a fit as he continued to fill his lungs with air. But then once again he was taken by the hair and yanked back up to face the man; mouth open and eyes closed as he tried to regain his lost breath.

"Yeah, that's right...You want my cum you greedy slut? Here!" the man shuddered as he emptied his load onto Desmond's face and hair, followed by his two buddies. They just laughed as he fell to the dirty, concrete of the alley floor; covered in their sticky, foul-smelling cum. Their laughter reached him even thru the fog of his oxygen deprived mind, but Desmond didn't care anymore; he was crying harder now because he was denied death.

Why couldn't they have just ended my miserable life? Why didn't they just let me die? I wanted it and they took it away! Stupid motherfucking FUCKS!

The men snickered as they took the now filthy Desmond and roughly shoved his face into the ground, a small whine of discomfort the only indication that he was still conscious. His ass was propped up, legs spread wide to provide easy access; Desmond didn't notice. But the sudden breeze he felt against bare skin brought him back to the present; the men had pulled down his pants, underwear and all.

NO! Noooo! They said they wouldn't...!..Somebody, anybody...please! STOP THEM!

Something suddenly crashed in the alley behind them; Desmond couldn't tell what it was, but he hoped it was an answer to his prayers.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" a low gravely voice shouted, rage dripping from every word like venom off a knife.

Alex finally found him; but now he knew what that wierd gut feeling he had was. Crashing into the alley, all he saw was Desmond; face shoved into the concrete, ass in the air with his pants pooled around his knees and some guys on top of him, then his vision went red.

"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM! NOW!" he heard himself shout, then he was in front of the first man; hand embeded deeply in his chest, fingers wrapping around a still beating heart. He looked in the man's eyes before he squeezed, seeing the life drain out of him brought him a sick pleasure he hadn't felt in long time and he smiled coldly. Removing his hand, he marveled at the blood that slicked his palm; all the while the last two men freaked out. One of them decided it would be a good idea to try and fight back. Laughable.

Alex easily grabbed him by the neck and danggled him inches off the ground, the man sputtering as the virus looked at him with cold blue eyes,

"You really believed that you'd get away with this?" he said emotionless, his grip tightening around the man's neck. The last of the men tried to run, but a tendril shot like a missile from Alex's back, spearing the runner thru the side of the head, stilling his movements almost immediately and leaving him hanging limply from the spike like fruit from a branch.

Flicking him off, the spike retracted just enough to hover in front of the last man's left eye. Alex looked at him for a moment, then plunged the tendril into the man's head, flicking his wrist and snapping his neck for good measure. Throwing the corpse aside, he shuddered as the tendril disappeared into his back; he shouldn't have done any of that.

Shit. I got carried away...now they're gonna know I'm here...But they deserved it, all of it, maybe even worse for doing this to him...

Wiping the red off his hand, Alex quickly walked over to Desmond who was now lying on his side, weezing weakly. He kneeled next to him, hands grabbing his pants and swiftly tugging them back to rest on his slender waist before gently rolling him onto his back. A pained moan warned him of some discomfort on the other man's part; other than the obvious damage to his face. Craddling the other's head in his arm, Alex softly shook him,

"Hey. What did they do to you? Did they rape you?" he asked, anger gathering like stormclouds in his gut. The man in his grasp didn't answer, golden eyes hazy and unfocused.

Desmond's breathing was labored as he looked thru his cum-speckled eyelashes, the person before him too blurry to identify. Wait...those eyes. He remembered those icy blue eyes...

"Y-you...?" he managed to weeze before unconsciousness took him, his body going limp in Alex's arms.