I was feelin a bit down that day...So! I rewrote it the next day and! he lives! (For Now!)
Here's the next part!
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Vince braced himself for the finishing blow.

But it never came. He opened his eyes, only half way, when the man gripped his shoulder tighter than before. The hand was shaking. He heard the clatter of the blade hitting the back of his boot. Vince feel to his knees, the hand supporting him slipped off his shoulder moments ago.

He lifted a hand to his throat, and stared at his fingers. Vince heard the man fall with a scream. But he didn't care at this point. Vince touched his shoulder and found his arm was completely numb. He tried to rotate his shoulder but immense pain throbbed and made him whimper.

Dizzy, he rolled onto his back with the smell of cotton in his nose, the sound of scraping and a blood curdling scream before fainting...

~He had the dream again~

He turns the final corner but this time, he stops.

He doesn't call his name.

Instead, he walks towards him.

Speeding up.

Faster and Faster.

He shut his eyes tight as he leaps toward the back of the man whose name burns his lips.

He wraps his thin arms around the older man's center and gasps in surprise and joy.

The first thing he does, before bursting into tears, is mumble, "Don't leave me… please?"

Howard turns and pulls the shaking little man as close and he can. "Alright."

"Never again?" He buries his face deeper into Howard's chest.

Howard is making small, soothing circles on Vince's back with the fingertip of his pointer finger as he breathes his response into Vince's hair.

"Never again…"

Vince shifted awake, twisting his feet in the sheets. He rolled up with his right shoulder, unaware of where he was and how he got there. His eyes were closed but he could tell it was still dark.

He remembered the man from the alleyway and touched his left shoulder. It felt cold from the ice pack that had fallen, and tender to the touch. He brushed his finger over this throat, wincing a little, feeling the fabric of a smooth bandage. The cut wasn't too deep, as he remembered.

He opened his eyes, focusing them as best as he could, and stared at the blue trumpets and stripped sheets. He recognized his and Howard's room immediately. He rubbed his forefinger and thumb over his eyes and took a deep breath.

Howard's bed again? And the sheets I bought him? The universe is just being a wanker now!

Vince sighed, disappointed and laid back down slowly. He had really, honestly thought that maybe...the dream wasn't a dream?

"It felt so real..." He sighed again, staring up at the now bare ceiling.

In the quiet of the bedroom, he could hear muffled voices. Vince pushed off his right arm and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Although, he swayed at first but he made to the door, and opened it, quietly. The now unmuffled voices were arguing in hushed tones. Three voices. He tiptoed down the hall to the staircase. He was sure that one of the voices belonged to an angry Naboo. He was getting louder and louder.

Naboo never yells. No matter what you've done, Vince's brain supplied. He crouched down and listened to their conversation.

"...Why are you here then? He's broken in more ways than his body!" The other voice mumbled something unintelligible in response. "And I'm allowing that to go unpunished." He heard Bollo grunt in agreement." He knew that voice, but from where? He crept down a few more steps and listened closer.

"...That I can't stay Naboo. I-I just can't risk it!" The voice snapped. "He's too important."

Vince stood and slowly stepped down the rest of the stairs, stomach in nervous knotting. He peered around the corner and saw Naboo, looking furious.

"What are you hiding?"

The mumbling man answered, "He was in trouble and I couldn't just leave him in the hands of that...vile little worm..."he added so much venom into the last few words, Vince shivered hearing them. As soon as he made it to the landing, the man with his back to Vince stopped mid-word and Naboo's eyes flicked to Vince's. Bollo was still glaring in anger and unease at the man. For some reason, Vince called to the man, "Howard?"

The man stiffened. How could he forget? It was Howard. It had to be. Vince called him again, taking a step towards him.

"Howard?" He had a sudden feeling of lightheadedness. He felt he was to collapse when Howard turned to wrap his arm around his waist. The hold Howard had on him tightened and loosened. Vince dropped his head to his chest.

"Easy, little man," He whispered. Vince smiled at his old nickname while his eyes went out of Focus again as he took in Howard's sent. Oh, how he truly missed it. Missed Howard. But just when he was getting comfortable in Howard's arms, Naboo ordered Bollo to get Vince a new Ice pack and to change his Bandage. He was bleed through. Howard's possessive grip tightened briefly and letting do when Bollo Started to Vince up bridal style.

Howard was about to turn away when Vince grabbed his arm.

"Are you leaving?" He asked in a small voice.

Everything went still.

Finally, without looking at small, innocent, injured Vince, he answered.

"No. I'll stay." His voice was low, but honest.

Vince's grip loosed and fell from the Howard's wrist, reluctantly and he was carried up the stairs.

Oh whorehouse, I've burnt the toast! No Jk its Late and I've work tomorrow.
(There's prolly a few-ton- of errors so I apologize ahead of time!)
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