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WARNING: Mature Content ahead. Forms of rape and oral.

Thick sweat rolled down his forehead into his hair before he rolled over and sat up gasping for air. Why was it so hot in his room? Ah, he wasn't in his room. He was at Gaston's place. He removed the thick jacket feeling his long sleeved shirt stick to his milky skin. He quickly removed it shivering at the loss of friction. When he shivered, he felt a couple bones popping and he decided to stretch a little taking both his arms stretching them high in the air laying back into the soft furniture.

"Mhh," He hummed cuddling against the fabric.

"Mhh, is right," He heard a deep, raspy voice, "I wish I were that couch."

Carlos jumped off of the couch onto the floor before climbing his way back up onto his feet, "G-Gaston," He nearly died when he realized he had taken his shirt off picking up the nearest pillow forcefully hiding his upper self.

Gaston nearly lost it crying out in laughter at the smaller boy, "You are one innocent little lad."

He said this before walking over so close to the younger boy before sliding down onto the couch into a comfortable position as he drank something that looked as if it had been boiling as steam flew off above the mug. Carlos tilted his head curiously. As if some sort of dog, he sat down closing distance looking at the unfamiliar black liquid.

"What is that," Carlos sniffed wrinkling his nose at the smell but still oddly curious.

"This," Gaston questioned turning the mug, "It's coffee."

"Coff…ee," The boy sounded it out before looking down at it still confused.

"You want to try some," The older man held the mug out, "Be careful with it. It's very hot."

Carlos snatched it as if it were meat almost spilling the contents, "Don't mind if I do."

He took a breath tilting the cup with care placing the mug to his mouth blushing a bit knowing that this was Gaston's. His idol's cup. A little entered his mouth and he nearly spat it out when tasting the bitter liquid.

"Bleck, w-what is that," He pushed it back into Gaston's hands and with that, Gaston laughed hysterically.

"It's something to wake us grown up's up," He smiled before adding, "This is called blak coffee. There are things you can add to coffee to make it sweeter such as cream and sugar."

Gaston put his lips onto the mug right where Carlos had his mouth taking a drink of it before talking once more, "And it tastes much sweeter now."

Carlos wasn't an idiot. He knew Gaston was flirting. Actually, Carlos liked the attention. He never got any attention from Jay, so why not have someone else pay attention to him. He blushed like an idiot at the words turning his head to the fire place that had died out at some point last night.

Gaston cleared his throat nodding, "I believe it's time we use it."

This was the second day that Carlos had not been at home and, of course, Jay was furious. Why did the tiny idiot have to act like a baby. So what if he wanted to stay and practice more at the gym? It certainly didn't concern Carlos. Why could he have possibly acted the way he did? It wasn't Jay's fault really…was it?

Ugh, he really needed to stop thinking too much into it. The goofball was probably running around the campus following after him like some creepy, lost mutt. A very tiny and cute mutt. Jay turned to view his surroundings hoping to see Carlos' head peek out of the green shrubbery nearby or even just a glimpse of his peppery hair waiving high over a bench. Jay grinned before realizing yet again that he really couldn't control what Carlos did and was doing.

This really hurt Jay for some unknown reason. Why was it that Carlos did this to him… He sighed long before turning to head back to his room neglected and defeated. That was until he caught a glimpse of something sparkle over in the bushes. He liked sparkly things and if he could really get his hands onto something valuable, he could sell it for a pretty penny. He ran over to it athletically picking it up by his fingertips turning his head bewildered by it. It was very tiny and fit tightly in his hands with black like features but shined brightly.

"What is this," He mumbled almost pocketing it.

There was a voice behind him, "It's a Microbot."

He turned quickly eyeing the culprit of the voice realizing it was the girl he tortured the other day, "Who the he-Ah, you scared the shit outta me."

"Don't curse," She pouted at his attitude before searching around them in signs of people.

"Don't tell me what I have to do," He stepped forward and this time she didn't cringe at his presence.

"Listen bud," Her tone changed immediately, and she stepped forward as well and their faces met briefly before she turned her head blushing brightly, "Don't be angry with me," She was barely audible.

He gulped. She was pretty cute and it had been awhile since he had a girl in his arms. Actually, it had been since the day before they left The Lost Isle. He had taken Edgar Balthazar's daughter for a little spin on his ride. Her name was…mmm, what was her name? Oh yeah, Fraega. She was a pretty little thing with bright caramel eyes and soft cloud-like hair. But those eyes on her chest were the real sight to behold. He remembered how he ravished her all night. Her body weaving within his and their sticky bodies entangled until the break of dawn. That had also been the first time in awhile since he had awoken to nobody lying beside him after a night like that.

Carlos had been furious to find that Jay had yet to bring back the insides of an old watch for some kind of radio. The villains only knew what that boy was up to when he thought of new ideas. When he did find Jay, though, he had made a funny face that even until today, Jay couldn't understand. The tiny boys eyes shifted left and right at the sight and his body swayed slightly. Carlos had flushed cheeks as he watched Jay remove the small cover that hid away his lower region. He didn't mind since it was Carlos, but he remembered fluently Carlos screaming out, "You big idiot, put some clothes on!"

Jay snorted at the memory being brought back to reality. This tiny chick with bleach blond hair stood underneath his shadow literally having to vertically look up, her neck defined ever so lightly. He nearly took her waist pulling her to him, but he decided otherwise.

"What's your name," He asked curiously.

"Maybe if you'd take a second to stop ogling me with your drool filled eyes, you would have heard me the first time," She sneered.

"What the hell is your name," He was embarrassed but he only admitted that to himself.

"Mariea," She spoke gently, "I am Hiro Hamada's daughter."

He tilted his head confused, "Hero Ham da? Who is that?"

She furiously repeated herself, "Let me sound it out for you bud Hi-ro Ham-Ada!"

That didn't enlighten him one bit, "And what is he known for?"

"Do you not know anything," She blew a strand of hair out of her light golden eyes, "He is one of the newer heroes of our history! One of the smartest in the land if not the whole hero community!"

"I still don't understand what he did," Jay still questioned, "But I do know that his daughter is a hotty."

With a wink, Jay saw her face turn furiously red to flushing crimson, "Nnnmm, I still won't forgive you for not knowing who he is!"

And with that, she stormed off. Jay was left by the tree alone and whatever had been in his hand was now gone, "Damn," He mumbled feeling to see if he had accidentally placed it in his pants. To no avail, it was not there.

He didn't realize that she was still near his range, "If you want to know where your friend is," She continued, "Come to me after you have done your research on my father!"

He almost went to go after her, but he blinked and she was gone, "What the hell!"

"MMMnnnn," Carlos' nose was stuck to Gaston's lower stomach and his mouth wrapped tightly around the throbbing meat. Hot wet warmth caused the older to groan in pleasure. A quick and unexpected tongue slid across the length letting a shiver pass Gaston's whole body. Finally, he let his hand grasp onto the boy's hair clenching tightly around the colored locks. He fiercely shoved the little criminal's head forward earning a quick, deep growl followed by a rumbled choke from below. The rhythm and vibrations caused Gaston to press the tiny face even closer to his stomach hoping to hear another gurgled choke.

Finally, the older let go and the one on his knees pulled back giving an urgent inhale followed by several gasping chokes. Drool slid down from the perfect mouth onto the white chin right before Gaston pulled the boy onto his feet licking the drool from his chin. He let the tongue slide further upward before stopping right before the boy's mouth.

"Ahh, you taste so great," The bearded man smiled wickedly, "I'm so glad I used it on you."

The boy stared blankly forward not even flinching in disgust or even tingling with excitement. The eyes showed nothing but a space unknown. They were clouded over with dusk gray and foreign black. He blinked for the first time in minutes and parted his mouth slightly, but not uttering one word. Gaston, however, smiled even wider grasping onto the necklace tightly.

"Yes, this was and is quite useful," He rumbled his laughter throughout the mansion before being interrupted by a sly, yet deceiving voice entered his ears.

"Have you not had enough of your foolish fun, you mongrel," A woman appeared from the shadows before sitting down into a comfy chair crossing her slender legs.

"Oh please, you wretch- Gothel, you should know I am never satisfied," He nearly sprang at the idea of the warmth that consumed him from before. His eyes twisted down, and he caught sight of the peppered hair once more, "Oh no, I am never satisfied."

"Ultimately, I told you not to attract such innocent and untrustworthy brats, but you just had to insist upon such unwanted guests," She flipped her long, thick raven hair behind her back revealing her plump cleavage.

Gaston paid no mind to her and continued to ravage his eyes on the sitting duck. Unwillingly, he parted his way over to Gothel, "What's next," He nearly sighed while zipping his pants up.

"Well, now have stolen Ursula's Necklace, our next priority is unleashing the hydra. After many trial and errors, we finally discovered where he sleeps. Perfect timing, of course, we would have had to resort to using Facilier's old, dumb tricks. He is but a fool to our master plan."

"I'm sure you say the same about me to him as well," Gaston stood over her rolling his eyes.

"Oh whatever, just listen," She began to tell him all of the details while poor Carlos kneeled in the floor completely powerless.

Was there no one to save him?

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