I HAVE NO EXCUSE! But do take my excuse for the very big wait. While it takes a while, this and other stories won't be abandoned!


Ace POV - (... Many things are from Ace's view so if I ever forget to type this and the story is written like below, just assume it's Ace.)

Two weeks had gone by, two weeks at this insane place. And where was he now? Right now he was cuddled up in bed with the owner of the house, Marco, the freaking psychopath. He abused him in any way he could, yet he also seemed to treat him like his one true love. It's was crazy just crazy! And while he had learned that following the orders made the blond less aggresive, and yes he called the casual questions orders because if not followed the way the blond wanted to he would get hurt, that didn't mean he let him be either. No, he would just act a bit nicer while fucking him instead of throwing things at his head.

He hadn't given up on escaping yet though, the blond couldn't always have his guard up! Like now, fast asleep. The hold on him had even started slacking off, it wouldn't be long before he would be able to slip out easily. He had been testing already how much of a light sleeper his capturer was and it seemed he wasn't the heaviest, but also not like he woke up from small sounds. He had gotten up before, walked around the room, gone into the attached bathroom, and the blond hadn't opened his eyes.

As the hold got looser and looser, he stretched his feet, twirling his ankles, testing them out. The stab wound still hurt but it was healed enough that he could run without it actively being in the way. He still had bruises on his face and arms, a handprint on his neck, if he could just get out someone would call the cops on him which now he didn't mind. It meant he would be taken in and he would be safe. The blond was a smart man, crazy but smart, he knew not to try and mess with him with the cops near. He rather take a life in prison then stay here in this golden cell, hell he maybe should just run straight to the police box himself and admit all his thefts, those should add into a nice sentence for him.

Mind made up he waited until it was long dark out and nothing could be heard, the hold around him slack completely and the breathing in his hairs had been constant for the past hours. It was time for his escape.

As careful as he could he took the pillow from under him and as he shuffled out of the hold, he put the pillow in place. For a little while he stayed still, making sure his movement hadn't awakened the other, but as the arms hugged the pillow and the head moved to nuzzle into it, he knew it had gone well. Step one done.

Next he moved out of bed, first getting his legs off while still laying down, waiting if there was a reaction. None? He moved on, sit-up up now, once more waiting... waiting... nothing! Now... he stood up, looking of his shoulder to the sleeping being, holding in his breath as best as he could. No movement... no movement. Okay.

A shuddering but silent breath later he made for the door, placing his hand on the doorhandle he urged his trembles away and pushed down, it may have taken him a solid minute to move the thing the whole way down, the only sound having been there the little click of the mechanism being fully open... It wasn't loud at all, only having heard it because he was focusing, yet his eyes had widened in fear and he almost let go to run back into bed and into the cuddle, hoping to play this off to the blond as having gone to the bathroom, he didn't want to be punished.

But he never wanted to be punished anymore, not now, not never, so he didn't let go and instead opened the door. He had thought of so many ways to do this, sneak through while opening, running the second he got the door open, anything. But he choose a slower option, but more quiet. He opened the door wide enough so he could pass through whilst still holding the handle down, focusing on thing at once. Only after opening did he slowly let the handle raise, not letting go at once, that would make a sound, but gently guiding it up until in its resting position.

For another minute he looked to the bed, just to be sure the other wasn't awake and staring at him like a piece of meat... to his luck those blue eyes weren't on him and were still closed.

In the next seconds he sneaked out and closed the door, using the same steps as before to close it. When it closed his fear spiked for a moment, what if he woke up? What if inside the room the door made a noise? What if he was already coming after him?!

But... no sounds were hurt and no one opened the door so... he was safe?

He held back the breath that he was about to let out, he couldn't make a sound yet! He wasn't out yet!

Without taking any of his stuff he tiptoed to the door in nothing but his boxers. Marco didn't want him to sleep in Pj's, it was already a miracle he had convinced the blond to let him wear boxers and not sleep naked like the first nights. It had been a reward of some kind... for his good behaviour he had done? And now he was allowed to wear boxers to bed... every other day.

He would be cold, so cold, his feet would get scratched up but it all didn't matter, he couldn't loose valuable time or afford to make sounds by grabbing clothes or food, anything. Even if he would once again be on the streets, now without even any clothes on his back, so be it. But the positive thing like this... maybe someone would call the cops even quicker! A warm cell sounded so nice, so safe. He had a roof over his head, would be provided clothes, food, walks in the yard of the place, didn't that sound perfect!

Tears and laughs threatened to leave him as he stood before the door, the front door. The front door WITH the freaking key in the keyhole!

Trembling he reached his hand out to the key, he was out! He was going to get out! He was saved!

"H-huh? W-why- why isn't it turning?" He whispered in panic and fear, trying a bit harder but... WHY WASN'T IT TWISTING!?

Don't panic! Don't panic!

He forced himself to calm down, looking back, the door to the bedroom still closed. He had other ways, windows. Marco had plenty of windows. And if those didn't work, the back door, the door to the garden. Just a sliding window. He was still getting out!

With that little peptalk he sneaked to one of the windows closer to the kitchen, he had seen the blond open it fully before while other had only been opened a crack at the top. He didn't want to risk trying out windows, making sounds, only for them to not open fully.

Just as he was about to reach his hand stuttered at the voice behind him.

"Cupboard on the right, very top-yoi."

H-how- He had been- he hadn't made a sound! How did he hear him- how was he up already!? HOW DID HE APPEAR BEHIND HIM WITHOUT HIM NOTICING!?

Trembling he moved his hand down and turned wide eyed, seeing the blond standing at the other side of the kitchen isle. Just looking at him as he yawned, rubbing the back on his head.

"W-what?"

"Glasses. You wanted to drink some water from the tap, right?"

"D-drink water?"

Marco nodded, "Why else would my love leave the bed and come all the way to the kitchen, we have a bathroom in the room so for that you don't need to come here. The only logical reason is that you were thirsty." The eyes sharpened a tad, "Right, love?"

Ace swallowed, "y-yea, I- I was- T-thirsty."

"I knew it." the blond smiled, "forgive me for not preparing any glasses in the bathroom, I'll get us some first thing in the morning. Or even your own water bottle for on the nightstand, so you don't need to get up. Ooh I could have it personalised! Have stars on it like your freckles. You would like that right?"

"Y-yea ehm... yea."

"..."

Marco now stared at him, smile falling a little, what was he doing wrong?!

"Aren't you going to take a glass?"

"H-huh y-yea, I am ehm" he walked the small distance to the cupboards, reaching up, judging by Marco's look which one it was and opened it. Glasses... where are the- oh there they are. And he frowned at them, they were high. Why were they on the highest shelf? He tried to reach for them but of course he could only just brush his fingers over the one near the edge.

"Do you want help-love-yoi?"

Was- Was this on purpose? To spite him? To show him he had no choice but to rely on the blond!?

"Y-yea-" He whispered after a minute.

"What was that?"

He swallowed, looking back to the blond, meeting his gaze for a second before looking down, "Can y-you help me? Please."

"But ofcourse, darling."

Smiling the blond threaded near, he was taking a step to the side to give access but a hand around his waist stopped him and instead made him be pressed between the blond's body and the counter as the other just pressed him to it to reach up.

To have some form of a barrier he put his hands on the chest before him, in just two weeks knowing better then to try and push him away, but he still couldn't stop not trying to lightly defend himself.

"Using the chance to take a feel-yoi? How naughty."

Bile raised at the chuckle and the hand moving to caressed his naked back. He wasn't! You're the one pressing against ME! Fucking psycho!

He closed his eyes as he felt his head being kissed, he didn't want to do anything with-

"Here you go-yoi?"

Blinking he looked and saw the blond holding a glass full of water, How? "Thank you." He whispered and took the glass, the water shaking inside at his trembles.

"You're cold? Don't worry, I'll help you get warmed up soon."

With the nicely wrapped up promise of the future he started drinking, using it as a way to not need to reply. It was a big glass, why would this man even fill it to the top. Everything about this man was weird!

After he finished it he handed it back over and watched grossed out how the blond licked the fucking rim, "Indirect kiss, can't leave them laying around." The blond smiled at him, placing the glass on the counter before leaning down to capture his lips.

"Now," the hand was back on his waist, pressure just a tad to hard, "Let's go back to bed and get warmed up."

Holding in the immense array of emotions he let himself be guided while his face stayed as neutral as it could, only during the 'getting warmed up' did he allow himself to cry. Making it seem like it was from something else then it actually was. Using this only chance to get rid of a bit of his emotions and screaming it out.

He didn't make it. He didn't make it. And now he was back, back in almost the same situation as how it started, how every night went.

Another time.

Another time.

He could still escape.

He repeated the words to himself even after the blond had exhausted himself, leaving him a sticky mess. The blond would need to leave the house some day... then... they he couldn't sneak up on him. He would get his chance to escape.


A couple hours earlier, in the next town over a blond exited a print shop with a stack of papers.

"I hope you find him."

"Yea. Me to." The blond replied, the smallest smile as he went out and made his way to a busy area.

Taking a breath and raising one of the papers.

"Excuse me!" he started, walking up to different people and giving them the papers, trying to give them or even force them in their hands or bags.

"Have you seen h-"

"Do you recognise thi-"

"Please, just a minute of your t-"

Many people ignored him, uncaring to even listen to him for a single second, treating him like he was someone trying to sell something! He wasn't! He was just-

"What do you have, mister?"

Looking to the voice there was a child... or maybe a teen? He kinda looked small yet older? The pink hat with... horns? Was a weird fashion choice... but everyone their own- ! He had the attention of someone! Even if a child he could show it and maybe they would show their mom and dad!

He crouched a little and showed a paper, pointing to the big picture.

"This is my brother."

"Pretty spots!"

He smiled, "Yea, they are aren't they?" how he missed seeing them, seeing wherever some more appeared during summer, "He has a lot of them, not even on his face, but also his arms and legs."

"Oooh That's cool!"

"Yea..."

"... You're not happy, mister?"

He let a tiny smile appear, he didn't want to scare the kid away with a sad face.

"I'm not. You see, I can't find my brother."

The kid gasped, "He's lost?"

"Yea, he left the... we got separated, and now I can't find him."

"It's scary being lost." The kid said.

"Yea, that's why I'm trying to find him, to get him home."

The kid nodded, "Mama always finds me when I get lost. And then we hug and get ice cream!" The kid smiled, "So, I'm sure you will find your brother too, mister!"

"Thank you" He smiled and patted the hat, huh soft. Holding out the paper again, happy when the kid took it. "But, will you help me look for him?"

Vigorous nods where there, "Ofcourse! But promise you go for ice cream! Ice cream is good!"

"I promise."

"Then I will help! Where do we start?"

He chuckled, "you don't need to run around with me, just keep an eye out. Look around, and when you see someone that looks like him," he pointed to a number on the paper, "Call me. Or if you could talk to him, give him this number so he can call me. And then he can tell me where he is and I will pick him up and take him for ice cream."

"Okay! I shall look for the pretty brother!"

"Thank you." He smiled slowly getting up as the kid ran off. This may not be the audience he had been looking for to help search but... seeing this kid so enthusiastic and hopeful did bring his spirit up, he will find him. Just wait. I'm coming for you. Ace.


Originally I had no plans to include this last new chapter. The blond brother. Who on earth could it be!? XD

Maldea (AO3), is the one to suggest his appearance, asking if they're not searching for our captured Acey and... yea. Yea he would be searching for him!
So thank you for this input! He's now part of the story! ... for now...