Ok, in this chapter, I ask forgiveness in advice for the dialogue later in the chapter. It's vulgar, and I do not wish to offend anyone! It's simply to make this story, I guess you could say, more dramatic and realistic? But, yet again, please forgive me for it and please do not take offense!
:Graphic at end, please be warned!! Do not read if uncomfortable with Yaoi!:
Enjoy! ;D
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His head hit the floor with a loud thud as the huge arm that was holding him released him. He groaned and rolled onto his back, staring up at a tin ceiling.
The bikers had taken him to their own little hide-away.
He could hear the rattling of their chains; they were walking around the room. He sat up, only to get knocked back down with a boot to his face.
" I paid a lot or money for your sorry hide, boy." Another kick to the face. He groaned and fell onto his side.
He closed his eyes, not having the strength to hold them open. He could hear them mumbling…
" I'm gonna get what's owed to me! This little fucker has been getting way for far to long! This is gonna end, today."
He felt his a hand grab his hair and lift him up in the air. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly.
" You're gonna pay for all the shit you gave us," he growled at Yami, clutching the handful of Yami's hair he had, making Yami whimper.
" I'm gonna make it as painful as possible for you."
Yami managed a small "ahh", before the man plowed hi s fist into his gut.
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The engine roar stopped so suddenly that it made his ears hurt to hear the piercing silence. He looked around, trying to collect his thoughts. He took a slow pace, looking side to side, hoping to find where the bikes had stopped. When his eyes stopped a small building, he decided to go check it out.
As he walked in through the fence, he saw three bikes lined up outside the building. He knew they had to be in there.
He heard a thud, some laughter, and another thud.
It scared him and infuriated him at the same time.
He ran up to the building, leading with his shoulder, and busted the door down.
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The man dropped Yami on the floor and kicked him in the head. Yami flew back and hit a pile of boxes. They felll on top of him, and the men laughed.
The man grabbed him again and punched him dead-center in his face, knocking back among the boxes. Yet again, the sadistic men laughed.
Yami began sobbing, and the man became angry. " You damn pussy," he spat at Yami, grabbing him up by his throat. He gagged and chocked, scratching at the man's hand. He just tightened his grip, and Yami's arms fell.
He dropped him to the floor, and pushed him onto his stomach with his foot.
" Now to have my fun with you," he said, and laughed; a sick and twisted, disgusting laugh.
He kneeled on top of Yami's unconscious body, and began ripping at his pants. The other two men sat on boxes behind them, staring. He had removed most of Yami's clothing, exposing flesh.
" Here we go," he whispered into Yami's ear.
He grabbed Yami's waist hard enough to bruise, and was about to begin his cruel game…
" Hey fuck-head!"
He turned and got a fist right between the eyes.
He fell back, out cold. His two lackeys jumped to their feet. Seeing they would probably suffer the same fate as their leader, they turned and ran.
But, he wasn't finished with them.
He grabbed the man, that was now unconscious, dragging him outside, and threw him face first in the dirt. The other two were trying to start their bikes, but he was faster.
He picked up a leads pipe and bashed in one man's face, then swung it around and got the other behind his head. He grabbed them and threw them on top of the other man.
He turned to their bikes.
He growled and hit one bike so hard the handle bars flew of. He destroyed the engines; those demonic engines that not only haunted Yami's dreams, but his too. He slashed the tires, tore off pieces, and threw them everywhere.
He was going to make sure those damn motor cycles would never bother Yami again.
When he finished, he threw down the pipe and ran back into the shed. He stopped in the door way and looked at the body before him.
He walked up to him, and knelt next to him. He ran his fingers through his hair. He turned him onto his back, and picked his head up, cradling him in his arms. He saw the bruises forming on his face and arms. He hugged him tight, tears welling in his eyes.
" I'm sorry I wasn't hear sooner! I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
He broke into sobs, clutching the body tight to his own.
" I forgive you, Joey."
His eyes flew wide open. " Yami!"
He pulled the boy away, but only a little, and looked at him.
He smiled up into his brown eyes. " You saved me again," he whispered, his smile widening.
" Don't worry about it," he said, new tears welling in his eyes. " And you won't have to worry about those bikers anymore."
Yami's eyes widened. " What did you…?"
" I let them know who's boss," he said, touching Yami's cheek. " Well, let me get you out of here."
He picked him into his arms, and carried him out of the building.
" Let me take you to the hospital."
" No."
" What?" He looked at Yami, confused. " But… you're, you're so… beat up. You need medical attention."
" Please, Joey," he begged, his eyes beginning to darken, " I… I don't want what happened before to happen again. I want to be with you!" He grabbed Joey's shirt and held on tight.
Joey smiled. " Ok," he said, causing Yami took luck at him, surprised. " I'll take you home with me."
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He carried him in and set him down gently on the bed.
" I'll take care of you, for now. At least till your wounds heal up. If need be, I'll take you to the hospital. But I promise you," he took his hand in his, " I'll visit you everyday."
His eyes filled with tears; tears of pure happiness. " You promise?"
" I promise."
He rubbed his bruised cheek gently, trying not to cause him pain. He stared into those dark eyes, and his heart sped up. Holding his hand maid him feel needed, important.
He'd never felt that before.
He realized right then and there…
He loved this boy. Just like he loved him.
Joey held Yami's face in his hands. Yami looked at him, curious and surprised. " What is it Joey?"
Joey grinned. " Yami, I've been thinking…"
" Yes?" he asked, his heartbeat speeding up.
" Yami…"
" Yes?!"
He kissed him.
Yami's eyes widened at first, but then fluttered shut. His mouth felt warm against his own. Yami wrapped his hands in Joey's hair, and Joey deepened the kiss.
He pulled away slowly, and Yami's eyes opened slowly, as if he was just dreaming.
" I love you, Yami."
He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tight. Though it was painful because of his bruises and cuts, Yami didn't mind; It was the best feeling in the world.
Joey held him by his shoulder and looked into his eyes. " Still love me, Yami?" he asked, blushing slightly.
Yami kissed him. " Of course I do! You're my savior." He kissed him again.
" My hero."
Joey kissed him again, and this time hard. Yami groaned a bit, both from pain and pleasure. Joey pushed him back on the bed and climb on top of him slowly. He kissed every bruise on his face, neck, and arms gently, trying to make them feel better. Yami grinned and pulled Joey up for another deep kiss. Joey began undoing Yami's shirt as Yami was doing with his. Soon, both boys were shirtless, kissing. Joey sat up and looked down at the body underneath his. He saw many bruises and cuts, and it sighed.
" What?" Yami asked, concerned.
" I wish I could have helped to prevent these," he said, touching his bruises gently.
" Well," Yami said, grabbing Joey's hand, and placing it over his heart, " you're with me now. You're all I need, Joey. You can prevent it from happening again, and I can keep you safe too!" he said, sitting up and pretended to fight an invisible man.
Joey laughed and smiled at the boy in front of him. " Ok," he said, grabbing Yami gently, and placing him in his lap.
He kissed his neck and shoulders, making him moan. His hands trailed from Yami's back to his stomach, rubbing gently. He placed his hands on his pant front, fumbling with the belt.
" Joey," Yami moaned, urging him to continue.
Joey grinned at him mischievously. " Impatient, are we?"
Yami frowned, but Joey kissed him, causing another moan, and he pulled off the belt like nothing.
He pulled the boy's pants off and laid him on his back on the bed. He kissed him from his neck to his naval, and stopped. Yami moaned a protest, but Joey wasn't through yet.
He found Yami's straining member, and rubbed his tip. Yami moaned loud and bucked his hips up. Joey wrapped his mouth around his tip and pumped him with his hand slowly. Yami called his name loud. Joey stopped suddenly and made Yami gasp.
He grinned, and began removing his pants, but Yami stopped him. He blushed and asked, " Can I…?"
Joey laughed, making Yami's blush deepen, but nodded. Yami removed his belt and threw it aside. He undid his pants slowly, watching Joey's face. Joey's eyes were dark with lust. Yami grinned. He took off the taller boy's pants and threw them. He wrapped his hand around Joey's erection, and the blonde moaned loud. He pumped him slowly, and Joey clutched his shoulders. He winced at the pain, but forgot it once Joey pinned him on the bed. A small 'eep' escaped him, and Joey laughed, kissing him. He kissed him deeply as he positioned Yami under him.
He looked down at the boy beneath him.
His wide eyes worried him. " Do you want to do this?" he asked, rubbing Yami's cheek.
Yami smiled shyly, and nodded. " Yes."
Joey hugged him. " Ok."
He positioned himself at Yami's entrance. He looked into his eyes. He nodded. Joey kissed him deeply as he pushed himself into him, hard. Yami screamed into the kiss, and Joey wrapped his arms around him tight. They laid still for a moment. A few tears fell from Yami's eyes, but Joey kissed them away. He kissed his neck and shoulders, and then his mouth again. Yami moved under him, getting used to the feeling of him being inside. He bucked his hips and moaned. Joey kissed him again, pulled out, then pushed back in. Yami moaned this time into the kiss. He pumped into him a dew times, till he hit a spot that made Yami call his name. Joey wrapped his hand around Yami's member and pumped it as he pushed in and out. Yami moaned with each thrust, bucking is hips in time with Joey's. They climaxed together, calling each others names.
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After a few months of therapy sessions, which Joey attend with him, every single one, Yami was able to stop the panic attacks and get off the medication.
Joey had no fear in holding Yami's hand at school. Even if boys called them 'fags' and girls scoffed and made fun, he loved Yami with everything in him, and no body was going to change that.
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They lay together in bed, cuddled in each other's arms.
" I love you, Yami."
A deep kiss.
" I love you too. My savior, my hero."
FIN
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:sighs: There ya go! I really hope you enjoyed this fic! I'm sorry it took so long to write and post, but hopefully it was worth it! And I hope it wasn't too graphic (that kinda worried me --;;) but anyway, please review!! Be on the look out for more fics to come! (hopefully, lol) ;D Thank you!!