Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters.
Other: Woo, chapter 5! I meant to update it last night, but then something else came up, so I waited to do it today. I hope you guys enjoy this one. I think I like how it turned out, so hopefully you will, too. I'm not sure what's going on, but I feel like my writing skill is declining along with the quality of this story. I'm sorry about that. I'm going to try to figure everything out, and I promise better quality later on. Anyway, enjoy!
Carrying a large box of cheese pizza, the greasy, delicious aroma teasing his nose, a heavy case of Budweiser beer in his free hand, and balancing Godiva (no nuts) chocolate and the movie on top of the pizza box, Lawrence carefully walked towards Adam's apartment. He had to admit, Adam had great taste when it came to food and movies. Sure, it was only seven in the morning, and he was surprised that Adam was even up, but that didn't make a difference. Not to mention that this rundown apartment was so cheap and old that there was no light from the outdoors. There were a couple of ancient lights hanging from the ceilings, casting a sickly orange glow to sort of light the way.
He glanced from side to side, a little unnerved as he finished climbing up another set of stairs. The elevator was so disgusting that Lawrence had decided to walk up to the fifth floor instead. He could hear babies crying, couples screaming at one another, music blasting, glass breaking…This sounded like a terrible place to live. It was almost tragic in a way. How could someone live in a place so dirty and –
As Lawrence rounded the final corner, Adam's splintered door in sight, about fifty feet away, he was grabbed by someone and pulled close to a beefy, sweaty body. He let out a startled yelp, chocolate bars sliding off of the box and hitting the floor, along with the movie. The clatter echoed down the hallway. Lawrence held tight to the pizza and beer, looking up at this stranger.
The man was about three inches taller than Lawrence, and looked like he weighed about two hundred and sixty pounds of pure muscle. He looked like he was black with a mixture of Spanish.
"Well, aren't you handsome?" he cooed, holding Lawrence's arm painfully tight. The doctor was wearing black dress pants and shoes, as usual, along with a green button down, long-sleeved, V-neck shirt.
"Please let go of me, I'm trying to get somewhere," Lawrence managed to say calmly and steadily, continuing to stare at this large stranger, struggling to keep the fear out of his eyes.
"No, I think you'll be coming with me. You've got some good grub, and I think I need someone to…entertain…me this morning, if you catch my drift," the man rumbled, a cruel grin spreading across his face, exposing a mouthful of yellowed teeth adorned with nicotine stains.
"How about this, you take the food, and I'll walk away," Lawrence suggested, trying to pull free. But this guy had an iron grip, and his hold only tightened, yanking Lawrence closer and almost causing him to drop the pizza.
"No, that's not good enough. I need food and entertainment. Now let's go," the man chuckled.
Lawrence suddenly felt a warm, firm arm wrap around his waist. Great, the man had brought friends. He tried to pull away, panic beginning to balloon within him, but the other man only tightened his hold around his waist. A smooth face nuzzled against the side of his neck.
"Babe, you dropped my chocolate," Adam murmured, leaning his body against Lawrence's, and peering up at the offender through lowered lids. Lawrence glanced up at the other man, too. He was shocked to see that the stranger looked stunned and…afraid.
"You know this guy?" the man asked Adam. Adam slid his hand beneath Lawrence's shirt, and slowly dragged it up his toned torso, until it rested over his heart. A shiver danced up Lawrence's spine, and he looked at Adam. But those grey eyes, carrying dark bags and rimmed red, were focused on the other man. His expression was unreadable, but his stance declared total possession over Lawrence.
"You've frightened my boy, Tyrone," He said, as if that were answer enough.
"Excuse me, your what?" Lawrence hissed. Adam dug his fingers painfully deep into Lawrence's back, in a way of shutting him up.
"I…I'm sorry, Adam…I didn't know he was yours…I didn't…I just wanted to have some fun, ya know? If I knew he was yours, I wouldn't have gone near him, I swear it," Tyrone stammered, backing away a little. Adam finally glanced up at Lawrence, who quickly met his eyes.
"Did he hurt you?" he asked. Lawrence opened his mouth to answer, but Tyrone interrupted him.
"I didn't hurt him! I didn't touch him," the man insisted. Adam whirled to face him, keeping his arm around Lawrence.
"Was I fucking talking to you?" he shouted, anger flashing across his face. Tyrone flinched, and then quickly shook his head. Still glaring, Adam repeated his question to Lawrence.
"N-No, I'm fine," the oncologist answered. Adam nodded, and then looked back at Tyrone.
"Pick up my chocolate and movie, and put it on top of the pizza box," he ordered. Tyrone hurried over to the pile of chocolate bars, scooped them up, grabbed the movie, and did as he was told. Adam had rested his head against Lawrence's shoulder, watching Tyrone through half-closed eyes.
"I'm sorry, Adam…I didn't know you were…I didn't know he…I – "
"Shut the fuck up. If I ever catch you near him again, or if he tells me that you bothered him, I will give those photos to your wife, and I will tell her about what just happened right now," Adam snarled. Tyrone nodded, and then hurried away. Once he was out of sight, Adam released Lawrence and began walking to his apartment.
"Come on, let's go," he called over his shoulder. Lawrence watched him, stunned. Adam had just saved him from something that could've been anything between a beating and a rape…Or even both. His body still tingled warmly from where Adam had been touching him. Especially his neck, the memory of having that smooth face buried against it was rather…pleasing. Adam had been very warm, as if he'd just taken a hot shower or ran.
The oncologist quickly fell into step behind Adam and followed him into his apartment, bringing the goodies into the living room while Adam locked up. He set the pizza and chocolate down on the coffee table, the case of beer on the floor, and the movie on top of the TV.
"Who was that? And why did he seem so afraid of you?" Lawrence asked. He watched as Adam rubbed at his face with both hands before taking the movie off of the TV, opening the case, and inserting the disc into the DVD player.
"Tyrone is one of my neighbors. I caught him having sex with multiple women while his children played with a puzzle nearby. I took a bunch of pictures, and I use them to blackmail him; usually to buy me food or whatever. His wife works at the Laundromat across the street," Adam replied. He sat down on the couch, next to Lawrence, and opened the box of pizza, grabbing a slice and taking a hungry bite out of it, his eyes drifting closed in bliss. A satisfied groan sounded at the back of his throat, and Lawrence watched him with slight awe. He opened the case of beer for them before taking a slice of pizza for himself.
"So why did you invite me over?" Lawrence asked. Adam took one look at him, and then turned his gaze onto the television, ignoring the question. He settled against the cushions of the couch, one arm wrapping around his body while the other was used to hold the pizza slice. Lawrence knew that something was wrong, but there was no pushing it. Adam wouldn't answer.
"Well, thank you…For helping me out back there," the oncologist said, sitting back and taking a bite from his pizza. Adam's gaze flickered up to him, held his eyes for a silent moment, and then nodded once before looking back at the TV. The movie had started. Lawrence glanced from Adam, to the TV, and then to the food, unable to resist a grin.
Breakfast of the champions.
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