Natsu wasn't sure how long it has been now.

Was it day three or was he still on day two? Or maybe it was still day one and his mind snapped a lot faster than conceived from the pressure as Montoya and this Jeremy guy were clearly pros when it came to the torture and the breaking of a person's spirits. If he was truly honest with himself or with anyone else, he hardly doubted it truly mattered at this point.

He wanted it all to end.

He was splayed across the bed horizontally since they first left him god knows how long ago, arms spread slightly away from his sides and legs dangling slightly over the bed's edge. He was tired and sore, to a degree that some parts of his body had grown numb, his back was still smarting from when Montoya practiced his carving on him, writing something he originally had no idea about and wished it stayed that way when Montoya dragged him back to the bathroom and showed him.

"What do think of my work? Not bad huh? Now the whole world will know and see you for who you really are-"

He could still taste the pain in his mouth from the damned metal ring gag that propped his mouth open and the damned taste of those sick fucks' juices. The trails of blood and cum that slithered their way down either of his legs that either clung to his skin or created a small pool had long since dried, dark bruises had started to appear on his skin and the fresh wounds just healed. But none of that could possibly compare to the feelings that were running through the pink haired boy's mind right at this moment.

Shattered pride, shame, anger and above all, humiliation.

At least Montoya was kind enough to talk Jeremy into presenting him with clothes to wear after the whole ordeal, but it only served to amp up the quota on Natsu's humiliation chart, but he had to wear them- Had to- Least they brought harm to Lisanna and Happy. Natsu remembered the fear he felt that crawled up his spine the minute, Jeremy came back from where ever the hell he went and Montoya told him, whatever his version of the story was before walking toward the pinkette. Snatching him up by his hair, forcing the boy to look at barrel of a gun and a rather sinister smile before their names left Jeremy's lips as he caressed his cheek with the side of the gun and how he threatened to blow their brains out onto the nearest wall should he refuse.

"NO!" Natsu remembered screaming. "NO! PLEASE! I'll do it! I'll do anything you want! I promise! I won't fight! Just- Please... Please leave them out of this..."

"Good boy."

So now he wore a low-cut white blouse with sleeves starting at the upper part of his arms with a dark orange, corset-like, article of clothing that was wrapped and tied around his stomach and waist tightly. What completed the image was the long, midnight black colored skirt that had a two long slits that reached up to and undreath the corset to his hips, allowing his tanned legs to be exposed at any given angle, like they currently were. He flinched a bit when he heard the loud click of the lock and the door swung open, bouncing off the wall being followed by the squeaking of a bad wheel as tears flowing freely down his face and he bit his quivering bottom lip to keep his himself from crying.

"Good. You're awake."

Natsu shivered. Now what was he going to do him?

He froze in place as he watch Jeremy approach him, a strange look in the eye as Natsu finally willed himself into turning his head to the side as thoughts of fear and anxiety soon began to cloud his mind. He could see near the door was a tray cart that looked like it belonged to a fancy hotel and he watched as Jeremy halted right at the edge of the bed and loomed over the terrified pinkette. His grin completely dark.

"It's feeding time."

Natsu blinked, at a complete loss as to what this bastard was talking about, but his question was answered fairly quickly within the span 5 minutes. Natsu gasped in pain as he felt a hand burrow itself into his hair before yanking him sharply up and off the bed and was thrown onto the floor rather harshly. Natsu struggled to get back up onto his feet, the pain coursing through his veins, legs trembling only to be forced back down with a harsh slap across his face causing him to cry out in pain as he fell back to the ground.

SMACK

"On your hands and knees," Jeremy sneered, "Head to the floor, ass in the air. Like the dog you are."

Natsu groaned and attempted to follow through with the man's demands so as to avoid anymore pain which didn't seem to do him any good as he clearly didn't move as fast as the bastard wanted. A foot shot out at the downed boy and buried itself into the center of his stomach, forcing a squeal of pain to escape the pinkette's throat and all the air in his lungs to be ripped out.

"We haven't got all day, brat!"

Natsu gulped down large quantities of air into his lungs as he quickly got onto his hands and knees, as quickly as possible. He really didn't want anymore pain to be dished at him, his entire body was hurting enough as it is.

"Good boy." He made his way back to the cart. "Now you better stay that way if you want to eat, got it? And we can't have that, now can we?"

Natsu flinched, growling weakly at the mocking praise and promised threat, wanting nothing more then to get up and fight back, taking this bastard's head between his hands and smash it against the nearest solid surface until his skull was shattered beyond repair and his brain and blood oozed out in large droves. Out of his peripheral, he watched as those steel-toe boots walk right up to him before he bend down on his knee.

"Look at me, my little house pet."

Natsu growled but nonetheless complied with the demand. He slowly raised his head until his golden eyes locked on to soulless dark eyes. He blinked when he found a large dog dish held in between the two men, his eyes widen as Jeremy placed it down in front of the pinkette, revealing it's contents to something that looked suspiciously like dog food. Disgust slowly spread across Natsu's face.

He couldn't be serious-

"Eat up." Jeremy's face grew darker. "Aren't you hungry?"

Natsu glowered at him before his face burned when his stomach released a loud growl. Jeremy smirked.

"My, my- You sound like you must've be starving," he leaned forward, face barly inches from the pinkette's own, "You poor little thing. Go ahead. Eat up. You need your strength."

"No..."

"No?" Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "And what do we mean by no?"

"No I won't eat this," Natsu replied, voice while soft was full of fire as he sat upright. He can't keep standing for this! "I'm not some animal!"

Jeremy clicked his tongue in response before chuckling and standing up, moving pass Natsu, a move that left the pinkette befuddled and confused. Lately, he would have been slapped across the face and then beaten for such 'disobedience'. The feeling didn't remain long as hand shot out and buried itself into his hair, briefly yanking him back before shoving the squealing pinkette face first into the dog dish into the glop that Natsu indeed identified as dog food.

"I said 'Eat up'," Jeremy's voice growled darkly, his hold on the pink locks tightening preventing Natsu from moving head while pushing his face deeper and deeper into the bowl. "Don't want the meal going cold do we?"

Natsu struggled violently to escape the bastard's hold on him, using both his hands to try and push the bastard off of him while trying to lift his head as he was rapidly losing oxygen and globs of thick paste that was called 'food' prevented him from gulping air into his hungry lungs, so Natsu had no choice but to eat the disgusting matter if he wanted to breath. He blinked.

It actually wasn't half bad.

Satisfied with the amount Natsu consumed, Jeremy released his hold on Natsu's head, allowing the pinkette to pull himself away from the dog dish, sitting back onto his legs and he coughed violently while massaging his throat. He glared weakly at the bastard through a wall of tears as he moved to rest right next to the pinkette. His smirk dark and unforgiving.

"Looks to me you are indeed an animal. A dirty, filthy animal that belongs in a zoo." The smirk was soon replaced with disgusted sneer as he stood up. "Look at you. Food all over your face, eating off the floor, using just your face- You disgusting pig. Clean yourself up."

Natsu flinched at the harsh words, rooted to the spot as Jeremy picked up the dish and made his way to the cart that waited for him by the door. Natsu watched through clouded vision as his tormentor placed the item on the cart and gave Natsu another dirty look that had the pinkette shiver violently.

"I'm going to be nice this one time. I expect you clean and waiting for me and my partner on your bed," Jeremy declared, "You have 4 hours. If you are not ready within that time, then there will be hell to pay. Got it?"

Natsu nodded, tears finally spilling.

"Good boy."

And with that he slammed the door shut, causing the pinkette to jump violently followed by the clicking of the lock being put into place and that was when tears came. The tears just wouldn't stop flowing as the entire scene replayed itself in his mind as Natsu placed his head into his hands, feeling the sticky substance being squished between the surfaces just as a shuddery sob escaped his mouth.

He really had become an animal.

How could he have fallen this low?

"You're nothing more then a whore."

Another shuddery sob escaped from Natsu's throat as he tried to take a deep breath, trying to calm himself down when that Montoya bastard's smirk entered his head through the darkness. Natsu closed his eyes.

"... Disgusting pig."

Was he really?

"A cheap dirty little whore that was meant to do nothing more then service their master-"

"A dirty, filthy animal that-"

You're not!

Natsu blinked. Did he just hear- Sting? He blinked, looking up from his hands to stare into the room and immediately found himself in a field of tall grass, ivory and crab grass with a large, pristine building, surrounded by a playground sitting on top overlooking the field, where in front of him stood two boys, a blonde no older then 16, who looked oddly like Sting, and a pink haired boy no older then 12, that looked just like himself.

Natsu's eyes widen as he remembered-

Flashback

Natsu had come back home, rubbing the tears from his eyes, covered in cuts and bruises as he trudged up the slopped path that was made into the field, clutching the remnants of his school bag in his hand. Sting had come down the beaten grassy path to meet him halfway, a big smile on his face that quickly disappeared when he approached the pink haired boy.

"What's wrong Natsu?" He asked, halting a few feet from the downtrodden pinkette. "What happened to you?"

"I got into a fight today," Natsu answered, anger in his eyes. "I lost."

Anger flared in the blonde boy's face as Natsu carefully took a step back. He hated seeing his older brother angry. "Who-?"

"W-Who what?"

"Who beat you up?" Sting demanded, cracking his fists. "I want names!"

"Some older kids from another school. A high school or something." Natsu replied as he put on a reassuring smile. "But it was nothing. Really!"

"Then why are you still crying?"

Natsu flinched and backed away slightly. He didn't want to tell Sting what they told him as he felt a surge of hot fresh tears spilling from his eyes. Sting seemed to sense this as his face soften and he pulled the smaller boy into a hug.

"What did they tell you?" He whispered and Natsu's eyes widen. How-? "Please tell me..."

Natsu sighed.

It was inetivable now.

"Am- Am I... Will I amount to anything?" He asked against Sting's shoulder. "Am I- Am I useless?"

"What? Of course not!" Sting cried, pulling away from Natsu to stare at him dead in the eye. "And you amount more to everyone around you then those fucks would!"

"Sting... Then why did they call me a 'filthy animal'? And a 'whore in the making'?" Natsu asked. "What's a 'whore'?"

Sting blanched. "Where did-?"

"That's what they kept calling me as they wailed on me," Natsu explained before he had the wind ripped from his lungs as his brother began to squeeze the life out of him. "They said that was what I was going to be. A dumb dirty wh- Ngh!"

"You're not!"

"Wha-"

"You are better then that! You'll see! They will all see! You'll become the most powerful person on this planet!"

"But-"

"But nothing!" Sting said. "Don't let anything they say or do to you get you down. You will- Just watch you're gonna do something that'll make you a household name. You'll be more famous then any known celebrity."

"That really didn't answer my question."

"Yes it did."

"Did not."

"Natsu! Just go with me on this- For once in your life!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you that's why. And I always I love you no matter what happens in life and even if we're far apart you will always be loved."

End of Flashback

Natsu's head snapped up and it was like his brain and consciousness woke up from a deep slumber. A smile graced his face as he carefully lifted himself up and off the floor and made his way into the bathroom, ignoring both the chain that clattered around his ankle and his reflection in the mirror as he quickly began scrubbing his face clean. Sting was right;

He was stronger then this.

He quickly grabbed a plush towel and quickly began drying his face, ignoring the pain that shot through his spine as he swiped across a few open scrapes and accidentally pressed a couple bruises in his quick haste to get back to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway, eyes quickly scanned the room until they landed upon a small bedside table, located to one side of his bed that was in arm's reach. He grinned.

That'll work perfectly.

He moved toward the small table and quickly, and yet quietly, turned over the bedside table as the items inside the table rattled and moved around. He blinked, bit his swollen lip and quickly looked to the ceiling, he wasn't too sure on how soundproof the walls were. Hell, he wasn't even sure how long it had been since the bastard left. He was told he had only 4 hours. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he turned the table onto it's flat surface until all four of its legs high in the air like a dead animal and the rattling stilled, Natsu quickly wrapped the chain around one of the legs and, with a power that not even he knew he had, he gave a sharp yank to the chain and completely wrenched the leg clean off the table with a loud snap. Natsu breathed hard, looking back toward the door.

His eyes narrowed.

He was getting out of here, if it was the last he would ever do.

The two men raced toward the staircase to the right of the small counter top bar after having called Yukino and Lisanna respectively to come pick up Lector, Frosch and Happy and quickly began climbing the flight of steps almost three at a time before they finally reached the top and came face to face with Lyon, Freed and Laxus. Both men were beyond what could be described as 'happy'.

"Who did we get?"

"Him." Laxus answered, pointing to the screen. "But you're not going to like it..."

"We'll decide that once we see who we're dealing with," Sting said. "Now show me."

"Alright. Keep in mind I did warn you-"

Laxus pushed himself off in his wheeled chair away from the computer while Lyon stood up and moved away from the desk to another desk. There on the computer screen was a face of a man, who looked to be in his mid 40's to perhaps early 50's with dark brown hair coiffed to one side that was lined with silver that had a matching beard mustache combo. His dark brown eyes weren't focused on the camera in his face but rather a either the person who held it, or Natsu. Gray glared hard at the frozen face of the man while grinning madly and cracking his knuckles. He knew that face anywhere.

'So he's back huh?' Gray smirked. Well, he just couldn't wait to have this fuck personally meet the end of his fist.

"So the pervy old fuckface is back huh?" Gray growled. "How wonderful-"

"You know this guy?" Laxus asked, looking up to the ravenette in surprised.

"Not by name," Gray returned with a shrug. "But he and I had quite a chapter together when I and Natsu was still in high school."

"Must be quite the story."

"Better believe it-"

Sting, on the other hand, didn't seem to share the same feelings. Sting's face broke into a nervous sweat before he snarled and took a few steps back.

"I-Impossible. It can't be-"

"Sting. Wha-"

"I told you."

"He's dead!" Sting suddenly roared, startling everyone present. "He's dead! I saw him die last year. There is no way in hell, he could have survived that fall and even if he did, he couldn't have survived from the savage wildlife that waited below! NO WAY!"

"Sting-" Gray whispered gaining the blonde's attention, "You know this guy as well?"

"Let's say he and I met under 'unfavorable' circumstances," Sting growled darkly, eyes never leaving the computer screen. "You mentioned about knowing him as well..."

"I did..."

"What's the 'story'?"

"He and three others tried to jump Natsu when we were still in high school," Gray answered, Sting bristled and clenched his fist. "I knew there was another reason as to why they were stalking and attacked Natsu. 'Mugging him for valuables' my ass."

Gray heaved a deep sigh, turning his head the other direction before he turned to look back at the fuming blonde.

"Sting? Who is this man?"

"His name is Aloise Montoya," Sting responded, his eyes narrowing dangerously into slits. "He's a wanted sick fuck for a many number of things."

"Breaking and entering, domestic violence, assault, murder- that's to name a few." Lyon nodded, filing through an armful of papers in his arms.

"But the ones that got my attention was his accounts of human trafficking that followed right behind his rape and murder charges," Sting hissed between clenched teeth. "He lead an underground railroad system, long since abandoned, right underneath the neutral grounds to the far West from where the Lamia Scale is. He captured and sold off people into slavery between the ages of 13 to 27, like they were nothing more then an material object or everyday cattle."

"He WHAT?" Gray's eyes grew wide as saucer plates and he turned to look back at the frozen computer screen. "He's got Natsu... Is that what he was going to do with him?"

Gray's heart gave off a painful throb.

'No-'

"I don't think so," Laxus shook his head. "I don't think he's the guy we really want. Sure, he's now on the list, but if he truly wanted Natsu, wanted even more, then he would have staged his death or something and then sold him off to make profit. Not play a twisted game of hide and seek. No. Our guy is the one who held the camera and didn't think that the one second Montoya's face was on camera would screw him. Both of them."

"So how do we find him?" Gray asked. "Apparently, he been assumed dead for over a year and any and all record trace we have of him up until then will be considered invalid."

"Dunno," Laxus shrugged. "He's gonna have to expose himself somehow-"

"Well, if we can get our mystery caller to call us again. On his own," Lyon mumbled, tapping his chin, pulling away from the computer. "We might be able to trace it this time since the last call was distorted by an unknown factor."

"I'm surprised he didn't already," Laxus huffed. "Just to gloat and torment Gray once the lexar made it to his hands."

Gray bristled.

"Well, in the video, he did mentioned something about picking something up for himself since he couldn't last time and cure Natsu of his loneliness."

"When did he say that?" Gray asked. He didn't remember that being mentioned at all!

"Closer to the end of the video. Both him and our camera man was discussing it as they tortured Natsu." Lyon explained as he briefly looked to the computer screen and then back to Gray and Sting. "But it's possible they only said that in attempt to break Natsu's spirit."

"They tortured Natsu?!" Gray shrieked. "That sick fuck- When I get a hold of them-"

"But if we assume for one minute that they are telling the truth," Lyon hummed, completely ignoring the dark haired man's outbrust. His eyes widen. "Natsu's not the only one in trouble-"

He quickly pushed himself away from the bare table and back closer to the computer, startling both Gray and Sting. As Lyon exited out of the clip, Gray's mind decided then, to rejoin the rest of them.

"You think they going to capture another victim?" Gray asked, his face paled. "How are we going to find them before he does?"

"We going to need to dig through the Sabertooth's archives for that. They were the ones that handled his case. If we can cross reference his last crime with a victim or victims that survived and figure out who his last target was then we might-" Lyon turned and blinked. "Sting? What are doing?"

Sting didn't either acknowledge or answer Lyon as he whipped out his cellphone and began flipping through his contact list. Once he found what he was looking for, his thumb tapped the screen twice and he bought the phone to his mouth. Lyon's eyes widen.

"Sting! NO!"

But instead of the voice of the kidnapper, everyone was actually surprised to hear the voice of Rogue on the speaker phone instead.

"What do you need Sting?"

"Where are you?"

Rogue seemed just as confused at Sting's question as the other three were. "I'm on my way into town for a little grocery shopping, thanks to Gajeel. Why?"

"I need you to haul ass and get to Fairy Tail or better yet, get back to Gray's house. Immediately! If Gajeel's got a problem with it, he can call me up and take it up with me!"

"Again- Why?"

"Now's not the time for twenty questions, Rogue," Sting replied hurried, before he moved toward the staircase. "You know what, fuck all of that- Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you!"

"Sting, what on earth's got you on edge?"

"Now's not the time for panic, Rogue."

"Sting- From the sounds of it, you're the one doing the actual panicking-" Came the sigh.

"Shut it," Sting retorted. "Gray, Laxus come with me! I might need back up! Lyon! Call my guild and have them give you everything! If they ask, tell them I damn well said so and have them call me if they're wanna be little bitches about it!"

"What?"

"Why?"

"Sting, what the hell is going on?" Rogue demanded. "Have you lost-"

"Just stay where you are okay?" Sting said as he raced down the stairs followed by Gray and reluctantly, Laxus. He swallowed before he added with a pleading voice. "Please?"

After a lengthy silence and another deep sigh, it had seemed Rogue had finally given in. "Fine. I won't move an inch. I'm right outside the town gates on the south side, okay?"

"Thank you. We're on our way."

"Once you three get here, you better damn well explain to me what the hell is going on Sting." Rogue quietly demanded, as Sting's hand shot to the front door. He paused.

"I-I... Well,- You're not gonna like it..."

"We'll discuss it when we meet up."

"Fine. Just- Just be safe... Okay?"

"I will."

"Promise?"

A pause. "... I promise."

"And Rogue-"

"Hmm?"

Sting quickly glanced to Laxus and Gray a little dusting of pink on his cheeks before he quickly turned to look back at the door. Laxus and Gray both blinked in confusion before a thought dawned on them and they both snickered teasingly.

"Aww- How cute," Laxus snickered.

"..." Sting muttered quietly, his face a bright pink and ignoring the small talk behind him.

"What?"

"I love you." Sting repeated a little louder, his face a glowing red.

"... I love you too." Came a shy response.

Sting gave off a gentle smile before he ended the call and turned to the two snickering men who quickly flinched and regained their posture the minute the younger blonde glared at them. Though they couldn't stop the small sounds of laughing escape their throats.

"What the hell is so funny?"

"It's just so funny seeing the big bad and scary Boss of Sabertooth go all lovey-dovey before us," Laxus smirked. "I knew you had a thing for the Rogue kid, but wow- Just wow."

"Fuck you."

"Isn't that what Rogue's for?"

"ARGH!" Sting puled his fist back, ready to punch the older blonde in his smug face.

"That reminds me-" Gray blinked, eyes wide. Sting halted, his fist a few inches away from Laxus's face, "Why do we need to get Rogue? Does Rogue have something to do with this Montoya guy?"

"In way, yes." Sting said, pulling himself away from Laxus as he turned around and wrenched the door open and began running into the misting streets with Gray and Laxus following close behind. "And not in the good way either!"

"What do you mean?" Gray asked.

"Call it a hunch but I think who Montoya's victim is... He's gonna go after Rogue."

"Why Rogue?" Laxus demanded. "And how can you be so sure?"

"Because 4 years ago, I was the one who arrested him."

"But what does this have to do with Rogue?" Gray asked. "What was he was arrested for?"

"He was arrested and carted to jail for breaking into MY home and attempted to rape Rogue in MY home!"

"WHAT?!"

"And when I last saw him as he was carted away to jail, he threatened me with a rather creepy smile," Sting added through gritted teeth. "And he threatened to claim Rogue and Natsu and make them his once he found away to freedom! By any means necessary!"

"If that's the case then why didn't he attempt to take Rogue or Natsu the minute the world got wind that he was dead?" Laxus demanded. "I mean, there had to god knows how many openings for him to snag either of them when he finally healed. And add the times you and kids weren't home... That had to be shit ton of wasted opportunities!"

"Yeah! But here's the problem- Nobody knew he escaped! The Council didn't want the world to know about him and two others failed escaping of the most top secure prison in the entire continent."

"So they basically put lives at risk?!" Gray nearly screamed. "Just so the Council can keep it's fucking image?! Why didn't you tell us?!"

"I couldn't," Sting said. "Both myself, your boss and the other bosses were told to keep our silence that the criminals escaped and I don't even think I understood why I and the bosses were told to to begin with..."

"So Rogue knew anyway?"

"No- One, he was in the hospital with Lector at the time and two, me and the big guys were kinda forbidden to mention it to anyone lest we wanted to arrested for treason against the Kingdom."

Sting pushed forward as Gray and Laxus quickly exchanged a look before attempting to keep up with the frantic young blonde.

Only one thought seemed to run through Sting's mind.

'Hang in there, Rogue. I'm coming!'

Rogue sighed as he hung up on his phone and placed it back into his coat pocket. He let out a deep sigh.

What was that about?

He sighed as he looked up into the drizzling grey sky. Having grown up and married the blonde man, Rogue would have thought that by now, he would be able to predict the blonde a bit better. He smiled as he chuckled.

How the world ceased to surprise him.

He turned around, looking for a place to sit while he waited For Sting and two others apparently and found a bench just next to a large parking lot just to the left of the town. He hummed as he pulled out an old towel from his bag and gently wiped a part of the bench dry so he would be allowed to sit. Once down, he stuffed the towel back into his book bag and took his seat. He sighed as questions began to float around his head but one seemed to stick out more then the rest.

What has gotten into Sting?

He sighed as he looked up into the grey sky once more. He supposed Sting was slowly but undoubtedly finally crumbling from the stress of Natsu's kidnapping and Rogue couldn't blame him in the slightest. After all, even he wasn't feeling all that great himself. The poor kid must be in some form of Hell that couldn't be described with words that not even the person who experienced it first hand themselves and Rogue couldn't imagine what it would be like if it was him instead of Natsu. He gulped and shivered.

He supposed he should consider himself lucky to avoid a similar fate 4 years ago, if Sting hadn't shown up the way he did- then would have faced a Hell similar to Natsu's. Although, deep down he hoped and prayed that Natsu wasn't facing what he almost faced. Gods, as much as he wished for Natsu's kidnapper to feel justice and the exact pain he likely put Natsu through, he really didn't want to wish Sting's and Gray's wrath upon them- no matter how badly they deserved it.

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't notice that there was a familiar truck was parked at the other side of a country road that lead up to the town that had been watching him and someone got out and was approaching behind him with malicious intent aimed at him.

Until, he spoke...

"What's a pretty boy like you doing out here in this god awful weather?"

While Rogue may have been scared witless by the sudden sound of another's voice breaking through his solitude, it didn't hinder the usual angry tick he felt from being called a 'pretty boy'. He hated it when people called him that.

"I'm waiting for someone," Came the cool reply as Rogue recollected his thoughts, not sparing the man a glance.

"I see." The man answered. "That's quite the coincidence."

"How so?" Rogue huffed. He really didn't want to be talking to this man but he might as well humor him till Sting showed up.

"Oh~ I was waiting for someone myself-"

"Was?" Rogue asked.

He was not liking where this going.

"And he's already here- Waiting for me like a present."

"What are you-"

Rogue looked up and felt the rest of his words die on the tip of his tongue, eyes growing wide and the feeling of fear-laced panic replacing his feeling of annoyance. There stood the man in his mid 40's to early 50's with dark brown hair that parted to one side and was lined with silver that had a matching beard mustache combo, his dark brown eyes stared into Rogue's red ones with lust that scared the dark haired man more then it should. Aloise Montoya. The same very man who caused him so much trouble and pain 4 years ago and he was just standing there, right behind him, and smirking.

"Just as beautiful as I remembered you~"

Rogue could feeling his heart beating rapidly and his breathing becoming more difficult as he dropped his umbrella and attempted to flee from the sick man only to have the bastard grab his arm in tight vice-like grip and roughly yank him back. Memories that were buried began to resurface.

"I don't think so, sweetheart."

"LET ME GO!" Rogue screamed as Montoya gave one more powerful yank causing the dark haired male to twirl around, lose balance and land face first in the soaking ground in front of his tormentor. Tears were starting to form in the corners of his eyes as he felt the man move around him before yanking his arms behind his back and tied them securely. "LET ME GO LET ME GO!"

"Oh~ I missed you too," He yanked Rogue off the ground and pulled him close, his back pressing against Montoya's chest, hand massaging his throat. "You've grown."

Rogue trembled as the tears began to flow and shuddery breath escaped his lips. He wanted Sting. His eyes widen and his tears grew thicker as his bound hands brushed against something hard and his shaking grew more violent.

He knew what that was.

"How 'bout you and me go to an old cabin I know and-" He licked his lips. "Do a little catching up?"

"No-"

"ROGUE!"

Rogue blinked and turned to look over Montoya's shoulder as the latter mimicked him. Both pairs of eyes grew wide. Barreling at them, with speeds nobody would think was possible for a human being, was Sting and Gray. Rogue was pretty sure there was supposed to be a third but he could careless at the moment, all he cared was that Sting was coming. Coming to save him and protect him- Like he promised.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY HUSBAND!"

Sting-Bae! X3