Hi everyone! I was able to find a temporary computer to use until my laptop gets repaired! Ugh, it feels so weird using this thing -.- Anyways, enjoy the story
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Ivan only drew closer to Arthur, the other man's pleas going ignored. "I've missed you, things just haven't been the same." The Russian rambled. He looked like he might have been drunk as well, as a bottle of used vodka clumsily stood out of Ivan's coat pocket, and he clearly was not in the right state of mind.
"It's okay, we'll take you to a hospital, and everything will be fine. I care about you, too – in a weird way, you know. I don't want to see anyone hurt themselves.
"I won't hurt myself," Ivan promised. "If you come with me. If you do come with me, I promise no one will get hurt." It was then that the Russian pulled a dagger out of his pocket, and he kept walking closer and closer to Arthur.
There was something off about the weapon. As the Brit gave a closer look, he noticed that the small dagger was covered in blood. "Ivan… who did you kill? Whose blood is that? Please tell me – I just want to help you."
The platinum blond stopped in his tracks and gazed at the object in his hand. Even he seemed to have forgotten that his own dagger had a foreign, sticky red substance on it. Suddenly, his personality took a 180 and Ivan dropped to his knees and pulled hard at the hair on his head. "I don't know what I'm doing. Help me! I don't know what I'm doing!" He was crying now.
Arthur slowly began to approach the broken man on the floor, his arms open and to his sides as to show the Russian who had broken into his house that he was not armed and dangerous. "It's okay, Ivan. I don't want to hurt you. All I want to do is help. Am I allowed to help you?" He asked with a kind smile and a soft voice, although, he was probably just as terrified as Ivan.
Just as the green – eyed blond was about to approach his former rapist and Drug Lord, the Russian man leapt towards Arthur, and knocked him quickly to the ground.
The Brit's head hit the floor so fast and hard that he thought he might have passed out. He didn't, but his head still hurt like hell.
Ivan began to lick Arthur's neck up and down and straddled his hips.
"Ivan, stop! I don't want this! Let go of me!" Arthur screamed loudly and hoped that someone next door might have heard his desperate cries. The Englishman wasn't sure if Ivan refused to listen to him, or if he simply didn't understand that Arthur did not want to go through this with him.
It felt like Arthur had spent excruciating long minutes trying to force his former boss off of him, but no matter how hard he kicked, screamed or squirmed, Ivan kept coming back ten times stronger. By now, he realized that he was not getting any help from his neighbors. Is trashy old apartment was located in one of the worst parts of San Francisco, where everyone was out for themselves and tried to stay out of trouble as much as possible. These were people who lived to survive, and Arthur used to be one of them. So, he did understand how they felt. They were just like how he used to be.
With that in mind, the blond let the tears roll down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Francis. I didn't want to."
Almost like an answered prayer, a loud knock was heard on his front door, and Arthur screamed for help.
Finally feeling threatened, Ivan took this as an opportunity to escape. He threw Arthur back down to the floor and ran towards the bedroom window. Shattering the glass, he leapt for his life to avoid facing the strangers at the front door.
'Thank you, God, if you're out there.' Arthur thought. He looked out the window, hoping to find the body of the man who tried to rape him, but he was gone. Although Arthur was only on the third floor and Ivan probably wouldn't have died from the jump, he should have at least been injured from the broken glass.
"Arthur! Where are you!?" It was Francis calling for him, and the Brit immediately ran to his partner. "It was Ivan. He's been waiting in my room for me for who knows how long, and, when you came, he jumped out the window and he's gone…"
"Oh mon Dieu," The Frenchman breathed heavily, out of breath from running as fast as he could to make sure his boyfriend was okay. "There are marks all over your neck and your face, are you hurt?"
"No," Arthur shook his head. "But he tried. He really did try and he was so angry that I wasn't going to let him this time, I wonder if I'll ever have to see him again."
Francis engulfed the Brit into a hug. "don't worry, you won't. We are going to call the police so he doesn't do this to anyone again. Can you give a description of him?"
Arthur nodded. "Yeah, I will."
Francis leaned in to kiss the other man, and Arthur allowed himself to melt into his partner's touch.
"Thank god you came, Francis. If you didn't scare him off, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to hold him for."
The curly – haired blond smiled and kissed Arthur on top of his head. "I know I agreed to let you come alone, but you really didn't think I would let you, right?" He finished with a wicked smirk.
That smirk always made Arthur hope that Francis would ravish him on their bed that night, rip his clothes off and make him scream Francis' name. He realized he was a bit of a freak, especially in times of danger like this, but he felt completely comforted now that his boyfriend was here to save him from Ivan.
"Well, this time I'm glad you went back on your word." Arthur chuckled. "Do I really have that much marks on me? Does it… look terrible?"
Francis hugged him again. "Non. You could never look terrible. Come with me into the kitchen. I don't want you to be alone right now and we'll call the police. Gilbert is coming up, too, he drove me."
