About an hour of running later the black clad person stopped. Milan had long since stopped struggling. The blonde had blurred vision when he was set down. His hands were tied and he was being bandaged. When his eyes came out of the blurry state his eyes were greeted with the sight of the trio of Bandits. Well now it was a quartet of bandits. Now a short tan man was with them.
"Tell us all you know about your boss, Handsome Jack." The girl commanded.
"Well, he is a lonely man. He kills people all the time. He thinks I look cute when I do my work. He has a crush on me. He's brunette. That's all I know." Milan said, a frown plastered on his face.
"That can't be all you know. We saw you kiss him." The beautiful girl sighed.
"I was about five minutes from jumping his bones. Then we were rudely interrupted during a kiss. Before today all I did was loader calculations. A lot has gone on today. I've been called a cock slut. I've kissed a tyrant three times today. I watched two of my co-workers be hurt today because of me." Milan blinked.
"I think that is all he knows." The big blonde man said. "I believe him."
"Axton...you're never this trusting." The blue haired girl commented. Milan shrugged but hissed at the pain that streaked up his body.
"Maya, no one admits that they were called a cock slut unless they are spilling the truth to save their skin." Axton's eyes never left their little prisoner.
"Fine. I suggest if you keep him tied up. He stays in your room tonight, Axton. You don't have to offer him your bed but treat him nicely. We don't know what Jack'll do if we hurt his little boy toy anymore than we already have." Maya gave her order and that was the end of discussion.
"You're coming with me." Axton said with a cheery tone, helping Milan up. Maya walked off with the masked being. The short man, who didn't say a word shuffled off into a different direction. Axton walked with Milan cold room.
"It's kinda chilly in here." Milan commented.
"Yeah I like it cold. Here let me take those ropes off your wrists." Axton made a move to remove the ropes from his prisoner.
"You trust me?" Milan questioned.
"You wouldn't hurt a damn fly." The man said. Soon the ropes were taken off and Milan rubbed his chafed wrists.
"That's what I like to put off. I'm no bark and no bite." The younger blonde responded. "Do you have a ribbon? If not can I have that rope?" He asked.
"Why?" Axton questioned the other's motive.
"I don't like putting my hair down and it's been down this whole time. Jack ordered me to take my hair down and I desire for it to be up." Milan put his hand out. Axton handed the younger the rope. He tied his hair up, careful not to tangle his hair. The bigger blonde man watched.
"We should get some sleep, Uh... what's your name?"
"Milan. And I agree. Where am I sleeping?" The younger of the two asked.
"In my bed with me if you don't mind. I'm Axton by the way." Axton said.
"I... Guess I can make due for the night." Milan huffed.
"What do you mean, short stuff?" The commander gave off a confused vibe.
"I hate wearing clothes when I sleep but I suppose a night or two won't kill me." Milan pouted.
"You'll be here longer than a day or two." Axton corrected.
"Not if Jack can help it." The long haired blonde purred.
"Are you threatening me?" The older faked an offended tone and peeled off his shirt.
"No just stating the facts." Milan quickly followed suit. He climbed in next to the big buff man. The younger blonde cuddled close for warmth and in the arms of a bandit, fell into a deep sleep.
A new morning hit and Milan woke with a shock. His eyes darted around the room. The young blonde had no idea where he was. But then the realization hit him. He was captured by bandits and was sleeping in the bed of one of his captors. Milan sat up and the blankets fell to his waist. The buff blond man stirred beside him. The younger of the two pulled himself out of bed and stripped into his boxers. He was determined to shower. His feet padded against the cold tile of the floor.
"Why does he like things so fucking cold?" He mewled his complaint to himself. Milan found a bathroom. He rummaged through the cabinets and pulled out a towel. There was soap already in the shower. The yellow hyperion boxers were peeled off his skin and left on a heap in the middle of the bathroom floor. Once naked he stepped into the shower.
After his shower he wrapped the towel he found earlier around his waist and picked up his boxers. He trudged back into the cold room. A shiver racked through his body as the cold took over his body. He picked up his clothing. The young blonde and he padded across the room. He poked Axton's shoulder blade, causing the bigger man to fidget.
"Axton do you have a washer and dryer?" Milan asked. Axton turned to the naked man and nodded.
"Yeah, down the hall, last door on your right...And can I get used to waking up to this?" The older man asked.
"Meow. You're funny, I like you." The blonde teased.
"Hey, Kid. Let's not act like cats." Axton yawned out.
"Not a cat person?" Milan patted Axton on the head before leaving the room. Axton watched Milan's ass as he sashayed out of the room.
The mostly naked prisoner walked down the hall and into the last room on the right. It appeared to be a laundry room. The blonde put his clothes in the washer and added detergent in a slot labelled conveniently "soap". He flipped some options on the old looking washer and then pushed the start button. As the water filled the machine he closed the lid. Milan leaned against the silver colored machine.
The blue haired woman walked in, having become suspicious when someone other than her was doing laundry. Milan paused all motion, only moving to put his hands in the air to show he was unarmed.
"I got blood on my clothes and my underwear needed cleansed. I'm sorry if I'm inconveniencing your day by using your washer." The young blonde apologized.
"Whoa. I was just seeing who was doing laundry. I'm usually the only one who does it. But Uh, as you were." She turned her back on him. Milan noted the tattoos on her skin.
"Where did you get those? They're cool. Your tattoos I mean."
"Dude, I'm a siren." She scoffed.
"I... Don't understand..." Milan looked at her with a confused gaze.
"I'm a siren. It's a species of being."
"I've never heard of a siren. I'm sorry."
"That's new. Someone who's never heard of a siren. AND doesn't want to blow my brains out. Refreshing." The siren sighed contently. The young blonde let out a nervous laugh. He was still leaning on the washer and it started to shake violently causing him to fall. Maya rushed to his side and helped him up.
"Sorry I'm super clumsy." Milan said as he held up his towel and adjusted himself.
"I see that. I also see why Jack is into you. You're cute. And you couldn't harm a fly. That must be great for him. He sent me an echo earlier and I'll play it over breakfast for everyone to hear. Make sure you aren't late for breakfast. All the other boys are greedy boys. Alright?" Maya smiled and patted him on the shoulder before turning and going out the door. Milan waved awkwardly before absconding down the hallway himself.
He made it back to Axton's room fairly easily, remembering the way there. The blond buff man was fully clothed and in the bathroom, brushing his teeth.
"Do you have a shirt I can wear?" Milan asked looking cute.
"Sure thing. They're in the drawer. Second one." Axton told him. The younger of the two walked over to the dresser and scavenged for something to wear. He pulled out the biggest shirt he could and dropped his towel, throwing the shirt on and pulling it over his naked body. It went to midthigh. Axton made a choking noise, followed by coughing. Milan looked at him with concern.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, just accidently swallowed this toothpaste." Axton answered, holding up the toothbrush. His face was red and he was averting his eyes. Milan swayed his hips as he spun around. His eyes went to the door.
"We might wanna go down and get breakfast soon." Milan pursed his lips in thought.
"You're going out like that? In just my shirt?" Axton lifted an eyebrow.
"We're just going to the kitchen, right? By the time y'all need to go anywhere my clothes will be dried and ready to be worn." Milan scoffed. "Come on, Slugger."
Milan skipped his way to the kitchen, with Axton. But as the young blonde and the brute entered the room together, Axton was thrusted against the wall and away from Milan.
"Please tell me you didn't sleep with the enemy Axton." A fiery redhead screamed at him.
"What no!" Axton responded.
"Then why is wearing ONLY your shirt. Where are his clothes? If we don't return him to Jack the way we found him we're going to have a problem."
"Lilith Calm yourself. He is just borrowing a shirt while his clothes are being washed. And what do you mean return him? I thought he was our captured little pup." Axton had confusion in his gruff voice.
"Well about that..." Maya dragged out, putting her echo on the table. She pressed some buttons and a staticy voice came over it.
"Listen you filthy bandits. You have someone who belongs to me... And if you don't return him, we're going to have a problem..." There was a slight pause. Milan looked to Maya concerned. "I've been easy on you. I was playing with you up until now. I have been drawing out your life for my enjoyment. But I am SO unhappy right now. I am ENRAGED. Give him back or your precious Sanctuary is dust. You have 48 hours to prepare him to be back. He better be in the shape you took him or I swear on every loader I own that you are dead. I will not wait another second past that. Goodbye Bandits. I will call you soon to hear his sweet voice again." The echo message ended. They all turned to Milan. The blonde was nervous under their gaze.
"I wanted to wring you out for information, but apparently you don't know anything, according to Maya." Lilith said with a groan.
"How about we inquire him in another way? I say, torture?" The helmeted person said.
"No, we have to keep him exactly like that or we're putting several hundred lives at danger. Jack will go on a killing spree and we can't risk that." Maya countered.
"Ah, I suppose you are correct. No harm should befall him. Or it shall harm us and this whole city. How do you suppose we get him back to the tyrant?" Zer0 questioned.