Hehe, I'm ashamed of myself. First mild yaoi scene in this one folks. Enjoy my weird way in pulling this off.
Quick Personal fact: I had to create a list of villains I want to use, had a private meeting with myself to get in the mood and make the decisions. XD
Summary: He was just a simple boy in a pink hoodie, what could he do? Courage has been trying to live a simple life since the day he was found. But it seems trouble likes to meet him around every corner! Watch as our beloved Pink Hero endures the creepy things lurking in Nowhere's shadows, fight off love struck stalkers, and saves the farm. Ohhhhh, the things I do for love. Cartoon network universe/ Yaoi. Courage X Other Characters
Warning: Humanoid characters, offensive language, death, abusive behavior, drug abuse, gore, and Yaoi. Courage will be paired up with different people throughout the story, but will mainly be a Katz X Courage theme. Don't like, don't read.
"In recent news, the infamous Le Quack has struck again. He has become a country wide phenomena, footage or pictures of the criminal have either all disappeared or been blown up. Witnesses have also come up with blanks, each time describing a different man. All that is known is that he is of French nationality, changes his appearance each heist, and extremely dangerous. Please, if you see this man proceed with caution! And in other news, light showers all we-"
"Auuugh, what ever." Eustace grumbled, flipping the channel. "Ooohhh~" Courage rolled his eyes as the man stopped on one of those 'get rich quick' commercials. Already he could see the wheels turning in the man's head. Yawning, Courage slumped in the rocking chair. Occupied by him as Muriel worked in the kitchen. The smell of dinner wavering in made his stomach growl. Pork chops, yum.
"Ohh bother." Both males perked up as Muriel took a break from her usual humming, instead sounding agitated. "Eustace!" Hey, he knew his Muriel. The old man growled, pushing up off of his chair and stalking into the kitchen. Not wanting to sit here and watch the tele, Courage got up to watch himself a show in the kitchen. Hopefully Muriel brought out her rolling pin.
Turned out it was a clogged up drain. Seemed someone had shoved of vinegar cookies down it. Don't worry, the world didn't cry too badly that day. Eustace grumbled and shouted as he tried to pry the sinks pipe loose from the bottom. Sweat began to build on his forehead under the strain. "Almost…got it! Ohhhf!" He and Muriel
jumped back as Eustace went crashing to the ground, a now broken monkey wrench in hand.
"I told you that monkey wrench wasn't any good anymore Eustace." Muriel sighed, earning a glare from her oh so loveable husband.
"Blah Blah Blah! Stop nagging me woman. Hey, Stupid!" Courage jumped, shaking in his shoes as the man looked at him. Why was he smirking. Not good! Not good! Reaching into his pocket, Eustace pulled out a few crinkled bills and slapped them into the boy's hand. "Go down to the hardware store and get me another."
"But But!" It was getting dark outside. And he wanted him to walk out there alone!? With the shadows, and monsters, and psychos? Already his teeth began to chatter. Eustace ignored him, seeming to once not give a care about the kid. Now stuck with the errand, Courage gave a whine. Muriel smiled sympathetically and patted his head.
"Go along deary, I'll keep your food warm." Muriel assured, going back to cooking. Courage huffed, sulking towards the door.
The sun was already behind the skyscrapers, streaks of light clinging on to the sides as they faded away slowly. Courage stuffed his hands into his pink hoodie pockets. The crumbled bills brushing against his hands. The smell of pork chops and blare of info commercials faded the further he walked away from the house. Streetlights were struggling to flicker on by this point, stuck in that in between phase where they just looked broken.
Truth was, Courage hated Nowhere at night. Late evening walkers were sparse, traffic low as well seeing as it was in between shifts and everyone was settling down to dinner. Thus how the boy found himself all alone, trying to remember where the hardware store was. Eustace would drive there in his truck and leave Courage in when ever he went in to buy something. Or rather yell and shout about prices at the gruff looking man behind the counter, resulting in promptly getting himself kicked to the curb. It was the neon purple and green sign that caught his eyes.
"Yes!" There it was! Wishing to get off the streets and into some light, he dashed across the street and into the store. A little bell rung itself above his head, signaling his arrival. Yet like outside, the place was quiet. Too quiet. Looking around, Courage tried to find that gruff looking guy. Even if he looked scary. Shrugging, he took his hands out of his pockets and went looking around for the 'monkey wrench'. Why was it called a monkey wrench anyways? Was it made from monkeys? Ew.
It was on the third row did Courage see an exact replica of Eustace's wrench. Grinning, he picked it up and went back to the front counter. Only to find the man still gone. Was anyone even here? He was tempted to just leave the money and go, but he had no idea how much the thing even cost.
"Hello?" His voice echoed in the empty store, eerie. There was an open door that lead to what appeared to be a back hallway. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Yes, yes. That had to be it. Or…what if he was hurt and no one knew!? Courage's eyes widened, winding himself into a panic. Leaving the monkey Wrench, he walked around the counter and treaded lightly into the dark hallway. Coming to the only other door back here, he leaned in close and put his ear to the wood. There was laughter on the other side. Fear was soon replaced with curiosity. If you were to ask anyone, they would tell you that this was indeed a bad thing for the boy. Why? He was worse than the cat! Always causing trouble. It was a wonder he hadn't made more enemies.
Pushing the door open, Courage peered into the room. It looked like some sort of back room storage. Boxes stacked on all sides to the ceiling. The center cleared out and replaced with a round table. A single light hung from the ceiling, casting light on the four men. Cards were held in their hands, beer littering the free space, with money and bags of white powder to pills stacked loosely in the middle.
"Kay, kay, hear see. Who ever wins this gets it all." The gruff man Courage was used to seeing through the front window doled out, his accent thick as the smoke coming from his cigar. He was a rather impressive man. A good 6'2 with tree trunk arms and a evenly muscled body to match. Perhaps he was young, but with his hair, or perhaps it was a squirrel, slicked back like that it made the man look ten years older. He was surrounded by three other men, all differing in shape and size, yet with that same stupid hair style.
Courage knew right away he had walked in on something illegal. Very illegal. Screw the wrench, Eustace could fix it tomorrow. Slowly he backed away, leaving the door cracked. Only to freeze as he bumped into something behind him. Gulping, he tilted his head up, dark eyes widening at the barrier between him and a grand escape.
"Hey there Cupcake."
Four sets of eyes looked up as a commotion started up in the hallway. Only for everyone to jump as the door slammed open and two bodies rolled in. They had handfuls of each other's hair or clothing, growling and cursing. Courage grunted as he was slammed down onto the cold cement floor, the air knocked from him. His opponent, who was panting with the boy's hands pinned behind his back, gave him a few more hits on the ground for good measure. Courage moaned as he started to see stars in his vision. Unable to break the lock on his hands, he just laid his head down, willing the stars to go away.
"Ya don't mess with me, ya got it!?" He screamed, causing Courage to flinch at the sheer volume of it.
"Pinky, what 'ell?" Big man spoke up, stomping from around the table and coming up fast on the two. Stopping only when his shoes were touching Courage's nose. The teen scrunched up his nose, was he growing fungus in there!?
"Found him snoppin around the door." Pinky said proudly. Only to go 'ow!' when he was hit upside the head.
"Tell me Pinky, how was it that he got in if yer was suppose to lock up the joint!" Pinky's grin fell, looking quite scolded now. One of the lackys, no doubt second in command due to his sheer size, crouched down and looked him over.
" 'ey, ain't this that piss ant farmer's brat?" Boss brought his attention back to their new little problem, tilting his head.
"Ya, ya. I think yer right." Using just one hand, he pushed on Pinky's face. Sending the smallest gang member tumbling from their new 'guest. "You in deep trouble boy." He growled, lifting up the scrawny teen by the back of his hoodie. Now Courage started to panic. Flailing though seemed to do nothing, just causing the big man to smirk and shake his head.
"Ahhh, look at that. His scared shitless o' me." Courage froze and curled up into a ball, whining as he looked up at his captor. "W-What are you going to do with me?" A sniffle escaped him, truly scared shitless as said before.
"I saw we cut him." One gang member piped up.
"No, we throw him off a building!" Said another.
"Nah, nah, we drown him. Less messy!" Another objected.
"How about we just beat him up?" Pinky said, going 'ow!' once again as he was smacked by one of the others.
By this point Courage was shaking terribly, his teeth chattering, legs turning to jello, eyes wide in fear. They were going to kill him! Oh, poor Muriel! What would she think when he never came back home, she would be so hear brok-
"How about all ya shut up. I get to decide what we do with him. Later. We gots a game to finish, ya see?" The others fell silent, seeming torn but quickly got back to their seats as soon as Big Man made his way back to his own seat, with Courage still dangling from his hand. Plopping down, he set the boy on his leg and yanked his head around so they could look eye to eye.
"Ya try to run, I shoot ya." To prove he wasn't bluffing, he pulled aside his open purple button up, revealing a nice shiny gun nestled against his hip bone. Unsure of what else to say, Courage just nodded dumbly. Letting go of the dark haired male's face, Big Man picked up his cards and the table got back to playing.
The pile on the table only seemed to grow as the night wore on. Courage by this point was very uncomfortable, having been forced to sit on the man's knee the whole time. Whining, he shifted his weight, trying to adjust himself. Only to freeze as a large hand smacked him on the hip.
"Stop yer squirming boy. Distractin me." Big man, as Courage now came to call him in his head, grumbled.
"But…it hurts." The whole table froze at the small voice, looking up at the quaking boy in their mists. Oh yeah, him. Courage had been so quite during the entire thing, many of them had just forgotten their hostage. Big Man saw his gang's distraction and glared at them all. Ignoring the boy's whining, he brushed it off.
"Well, too bad. Full house." Smacking down his cards, everyone else groaned as Boss took their stuff. They were about to turn their attention back to the problem at hand, in a pink hood, pitiful lookin, very unlucky like. Ring any bells?
"How about best two out of three?" Pinky suggested. Everyone groaned.
This time Big Man let the kid in. Why not? He was goin to kill him later. Let the kid live a little. Even gave him a beer. The look of pure disgust on his face had been worth it.
"Damn your ass is boney." Big man scoffed, now knowing why the kid was squirmin. Setting down his cards, face down of course, he picked up the squirt and sat him between his legs. This way he would stop whining about it and he could monitor the kid's cards. Obviously he had never played before.
Courage had found this group rather odd. While he gave no doubt they were all dangerous, especially Big Man, they had their little twirks that made them more humanlike to him. Like Pinky? He said the stupidest things, but he thinks it's just for the attention. Quatro kicked his feet like a little kid. Midd chewed his lips when he knew he was in trouble. Inde rolled his eyes and kept this sense of collective calmness, he had one hell of a poker face. And Big Man? Hated being ignored or looked down upon him. His pride was just as big as he was.
Courage once again found himself flailing a she was picked up, only to blush once plopped in between the large man's legs like some kid. A gush of wind from Big Man made the teen jerk forward, unused to the tickling sensation. And his breath smelled of cigars and booze. Yuck! But he acted like a trooper and sat their compliantly, his sense of being a captive slowly slipping away as he was showed how to play poker and actually had fun with it.
Pinky was down first. Surprise surprise. After the fourth hand and his fifth beer, the youngest gang member had stumbled from the room and went home. Quatro just found himself a nice little nock in the boxes and was dead to the world. Courage eyed the now empty seats, but Big Man grasped the back of his neck and made him sit once again. Midd just passed out at the table, a pool of drool running across it.
It was in between Quato and Midd's passing out did he notice something. Big Man had to be on his tenth beer, the pile next to them growing, when he suddenly went from using two hands to hold the cards, to just one. And what did he do with the now free hand? Let it flop into the gap between his and Courage's leg. Courage tried to ignore it, concentrating on the game as he thought he had it. Inde was just about nodding off, as well as Courage, when the docile hand started to become quite active.
"H-Hey, what are you…?" Big man's hand had started to grope his thigh, a chuckle coming from the drunk man as he let it travel higher. Courage bit back a gasp as the hand suddenly rushed under him and grabbed a large handful of his ass. Woah! "Stop that!" Now he was awake. Throwing the cards down, the game was basically over anyway, he tried to plant his hands on the man's legs and move away. Big Man wasn't having any of that.
"Shut ya trap Punk." Now having lost interest with the game, he left the cards on the table in favor for using the other hand to grab his captive by the hip and shove him back down. His grip on the butt cheek increased, making Courage flinch.
"You're hurting me!" Once again, his cries fell on deaf ears as Big Man did as he pleased. Tired of the brat's whining, he did something he knew would make him shut up. Courage slammed back into the man's chest as a large hand cupped the front of his pants, making his legs spread apart and press further back. A deep blush crossed the still sober teen's face. So fazed he had no idea what to do. But it seemed he didn't need to.
"That's it. Riiight there." Big man groaned lowly, bucking his hips forward. Courage gasped as his front was fondled right through the pants, unsure of where to escape this. Looking across the table, he had hoped atleast Inde would say something to stop this madness. The guy was already dead asleep, head thrown back and soft snores. No!
"Get off! Get off, come on I don't want to. This is rape, st-!" He screamed as his mouth was covered, coming out little more than a muffle. "Told ya to zip it. Ya hear?" Big man grumbled drunkily, trying to focus his hazy mind of thrusting forward and fondling the squirt through his pants at the same time.
Courage felt the familiar tingle of arousal soak into his loins, his face turning red with embarrassment as he hardened. This was so wrong. His mind said no, but body seemed to have a different opinion. Screams were soon replaced with muffled moans as he was rubbed from behind and fondled through the front. It felt so good! Big Man chuckled, half heartily thrusting his own hips forward against the fabric of their pants.
"Enjoyin yourself, ya?" His voice was sluggish as well as his movements, unaware he was being completely ignored by the boy. Courage felt himself getting closer. Ohhhhh, so close! He closed his eyes, feeling too good to think about how dirty this was. And And -!
"Huh?" The hand slipped from his mouth and everything else stopped. Wait, what!? Still painfully hard, he whirled around to his 'captor' and frowned as he saw Big Man had joined the others. Asleep. He had fallen asleep! A jolt from his painfully hard erection made his anger turn into needy nudges against the limp arm. Ah, come on! Courage sighed, deflating some in Big Ma's lap, still stuck between his legs. A horrible idea came to the horny teen. Screw it.
Pushing Big Man's arms away, he shimmed himself from in between those legs and turned around so he could come face to face, or rather face to chest, with the sleeping form of…whatever this was. Adjusting Big Man's legs, he tucked himself in closer to the other's crotch. From his earlier spot he couldn't feel anything seeing as the man had been going up. But now he could feel the half flaccid cock through the barrier between them. Curling his arms in between both of their chests, he grabbed a fist full of Big Man's shirt and ground himself down. Oh! The friction. Courage began to drool, his rubbing frantic as he tried to get back to where he was.
Soon the first wave came. Courage bit his lip and clamped his legs against the older man's thighs. His knees quivered and the grip on the shirt tightened till he was fisting two good handfuls of it. It left him as soon as it came, the teen slumping against the gangster's broad chest. The wet spot in his pants told him that he was done, and it was time to go. Guilt and shame washed over him as he untangled himself from Big Man, looking down at the wet spot in on the other man's pants. What had he done?! I-It just felt sooooo good. And when it stopped, well. Big Man groaned in his sleep, shifting to the side. Panicked, Courage grabbed some of the money from the table, found his monkey wrench, and ran back as fast as he could. All the while saying the same damn thing in his head.
"I just know something bad is going to happen'...or my name is Big Toe... and it's not."
Big Man, Inde, Midd, Quatro, & Pinky: If you haven't figured it out yet, these guys are the Big Toe. This character was created from the fungus growing on Eustace's foot. They only had one episode, The Clutching Foot and Ball of Revenge, but i thought they deserved atleast something. Especially Big Man aka the big toe of the big toe. Haha, would this have been considered a foot fetish?
Le Quack: A notorious french Duck bent on making everything explode and stealing anything that's not bolted down. Scratch that, he might still even take that. Anyway, like Big Toe he only got two episodes. He isn't in really yet, but you will get to hear of him from time to time.