Chapter 4
Mr. Chair POV
The Rescue I
I lay limply beneath the bro, I felt detached from my own body. After the first few minutes I had stopped screaming, stopped struggling. I just let my mind wander to different places, trying to escape the pain.
The Bro POV
I growled as I finished for the third time. I knew being rough like this would hurt at first but eventually it was gonna feel good. When he stopped screaming I thought that meant he was finally enjoying it. However, when I looked down his big green eyes were dark and glassy. Tears leaked from them even though his mouth made no sound and his skin had gotten deathly pale.
"That's enough," A heavily accented voice said. Gonzales was leaning against the door glaring at me. A small sound came from Mr. Chair.
"St-stephano?" he whispered. Gonzales smiled and walked over to him. He shoved me off of him and growled.
"Yes, mon belle fluer." Mr. Chair blushed but smiled weekly, more tears streaming from his eyes. Gonzales turned to me and before I knew it I was pinned to the wall with his sword at my throat.
Holy crap the guy needed to pick a side.
"Let me finish." I smirked and ran out.
Mr. Chair POV
Stephano walked back into my field of vision and sat beside me on the bed. I couldn't tell if it was the tears or the lighting in the room but somehow his color was off. I didn't care though.
Stephano rubbed my back lightly and pushed the hair out of my face.
"Your arm?" I whispered weakly. I reached out to touch it but felt no cast. This wasn't Stephano!
Gonzales POV
Mr. Chair froze and looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Gonzales?" I sighed. I really didn't want to hurt him.
"Yes, amour?" He flinched. I knew he was thinking of my brother. I gently lifted him into my lap with his back facing me.
"Shhhh. I'm here. My brother didn't come for you, but I'll replace him." My brother got everything he wanted just because he was golden. Pewds, fans, screen time, but Mr. Chair could be mine. He shuddered in my arms. I smiled and dropped my voice, sounding perfectly like my brother.
"Mon amour," I breathed against his neck before gently kissing the bright red mark the bro left. Dried blood was all over him as well as other things. I couldn't do much with the state he was in. I was so angry I could kill the bro for treating such a delicate flower like this.
Mr. Chair was vulnerable right now. He was scared and wanted more than anything for my brother to be here. So it was only natural when his body began to respond. He moaned even though he was still crying.
I ran one hand down his chest, brushing his nipples. He leaned into the touch and tilted his head to give me more access to his neck.
"
Je t'aime, mon précieux," I whispered into his ear, lightly licking it with my tongue.
I knew he understood me because he moaned again. I felt a little bad, I knew this was killing him, reacting to me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
A loud crash outside forced me to stop.
"Where is he!?" An angry voice shouted. I quickly clapped my hand over Mr. Chair's mouth.
"You must be special to get him that angry. Don't say a word."