Savior Sequel Chapter Two: Trickery
Savior Sequel
OMFG!! WTF!? IS THAT AN UPDATE! HOLY SHIT BALLS IT IS! XDXDXDXDXDXD It's about damned time! And yes it's a freaking short one! Sue me! Hopefully everyone understands this... there's prolly gonna be only one or two chapters after this. XD Anyways! Enjoy chapter two!
Title: Savior Sequel
Author: Lemon Bing Bong
Author's Note: My very first original slash! Don't you feel lucky you lucky things you!
Category: Original
Claimer: I won't sue you if you steal it but... *cocks shotgun* I have other ways... all characters are fictional and belong to me.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, suggested rape, slash, language
Status: Work In Progress
Dedication: squiggle_bunny, and sad_sad_emogirl who seem to be the 'only' people alive anymore!
Teaser: Secrecy in the streets gets Vince curious. Finding out more than he can handle he finds himself in a tight spot. Lance in a desperate state of mind, and Jace all alone set out to find someone who they thought was dead. Stakes are high once more... even higher than Jace's purity... but maybe his friends lives.
LBB: So yea, I'm back! Not dead! We've been through this.
Bing: *pouts* No one has looked at our picture that LBB drew...
Bong: That's cuz everyone hates us because LBB gave us a bad name... even though the picture is pretty hot... heheheh...
LBB: Bite my white ghetto booty... assholes.
B's: WE DEMAND YOU LOOK AT THIS PICTURE!!! Surprise!
LBB: *sweatdrops* Enjoy this chapter!
Mystery
"And that ladies and gentlemen!" Jace said grinning as he set his deal of cards to the table surface. "Is how you play poker." Various groans, and complaints came from the either naked, or half naked men surrounding the table. Jace stood still completely clothed and gathered his winnings.
"Sorry boys, next time you challenge me you should know who you’re challenging."
"Yea, and know what person he belongs to." A gruff, angry voice said from the doorway of the smoke, cologne filled basement. Jace looked over to see Lance standing there in only a pair of pajama pants. Bare footed, and bare chested, with sleep ruffled hair he still looked menacing. The group of guys stood up mumbling apologies, and shuffled out of the room looking wary as they passed Lance.
Lance glared as they all walked away looking like they had just gotten their butts spanked.
"I belong to whom?" Jace asked grinning over his shoulder. Lance walked up to Jace grumpily,
"Me, damn it." he muttered leaning down and nuzzling his nose in Jace's neck. Jace rolled his eyes repressing a shiver and stood.
"Wrong." he said stalking past Lance playing that game he always won. Lance caught his smaller lovers hand.
"You shouldn't play with those guys... they're relentless." he muttered pulling Jace to him. Jace resisted.
"Umm... well I suppose that it's my decision. Since I belong to no one." he said pulling away. Lance gave him a feral look.
"Are you challenging me?" he asked. Jace glared playfully at him.
"I can't challenge the weak. It goes against my nature." he said confidently as he lifted his chin. Lance chuckled evilly as he stalked towards Jace grabbing hold of both arms raising them above his head and forcing the smaller body against the wall. Glaring defiantly into his lovers flaming eyes he asked,
"I wonder. Did you only get out of bed because you were worried about me, or were you just plain old horny?" Lance gave him a toothy grin.
"Of course I was worried about you... how could you possibly think anything different?" he asked mockingly sweet. Jace rolled his eyes,
"Because your boner is digging into my leg." he muttered bitterly. After a moment Lance started to laugh, both of them made their way up to their bedroom to sleep... or do 'other' things.
~*~
Vince looked around the narrow room. His eyes darting from place to place, Fuck... he cursed himself. Bad time to be heading back now. It had been recently that he'd been snooping around, trying to find the end of the wild goose chases and rumors; rumors about Hence Olenders survival. Publicly the man was dead, and buried six feet under in the Viewpoint cemetery. But to the thugs, drug dealers, and dirt bags in town the man was alive and well dealing the corps inside and out. Hearing footsteps approach he turned around slowly to be greeted by a ringleader of one of the local drug smugglers. Vince stood strong as the tall man eyed him suspiciously.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here in my town?" Vince resisted the urge to snort.
"Lookin' for someone." he said tossing his hair. Which was an annoying habit when he felt like something bad was about to go wrong. The man signaled Vince to sit, and Vince did so seating himself neatly.
"Tell me about it." he said still giving Vince a good thorough glare. Vince shifted as he crossed his legs. That look he was giving Vince wasn't a look of lust; but one of contempt, and jealousy.
"I heard rumors... about how Hence Olender survived the gunfight." Vince said smiling.
"Yea, yea I've heard the rumors... not much I can do about it." he said standing. Vince frowned.
"What are you saying? That you can't help me?" The man turned and glared down at Vince,
"I'm saying your going to pay for what you did to Mr. Olender." Vince's eyes widened. Fuck! A shot rang out.
~*~
*ring ring ring* Lance opened his eyes slowly and groaned, *ring ring ring* the persistent phone continued. Cursing that he would castrate whom ever was on the phone he picked it up.
"What!?" he growled into the phone making Jace jump. Lance kissed his head as an apology and froze when he heard ragged breathing on the other line. "Hello?" he asked.
"Lancey..." a hoarse voice said. Lance knew that husky voice anywhere.
"Oh, god... Vince!?" he cried sitting up. Jace opened his eyes fully awake now and sat up also.
"I'm in a little bit of trouble." he said chuckling. Lance could tell that his voice was shaking.
"Fuck! Where are you!?" he cried into the phone.
"78 Orthon Street." he rasped. "Watch out there are a few fucks wondering around looking for me. I'm almost out of bullets." Lance stood up reaching for his cloths that had been tossed across the room during their recent buggering.
"Stay where you are, and stay out of sight! I'm on my way!" Vince chuckled,
"Calm down, baby. You act as if I'm dying." he said sardonically. Lance cursed,
"I'll be there soon, V." he whispered. Vince lost the smile in his voice,
"I know you will."
~*~
Twenty minutes later Lance was jumping out of his car, and stalking down the street confidently. 9 mils in each hand he glanced around looking for Vince. The first sound of movement had a gun pointing in that direction. Someone bounded out of from behind a large garbage can his weapon aimed in Lance's direction. Already prepared for the attack Lance pulled the trigger, the man stumbled, and dropped. Not even checking the body in case he was still alive Lance continued to scout the alleyway trying desperately to find Vince. Five minutes, three bullets, and two bodies later he heard someone call his name.
Stopping dead in his tracks he waited.
"Lance?" the voice called again. Lance turned around just to see the blonde standing there holding his side. Lance bounded towards him,
"Fuck! Vince!" he cursed as he was within arms length of Vincent. The distinct sound of a gun cocking made Lance's world freeze. A shot was fired, and Vince was forced into Lance's arms as he received a bullet in the back.
~*~
Waiting was never one of Lance's good qualities. Jace sat as Lance paced the lobby of the hospital. His fingers bit to the skin, he cursed as he made a dent in the floor. Jace sat there silently red, and puffy eyed from the shock he had just received. Doctors were in and out of Vince's room for about two hours now. It was his dad all over again. There had been a few scares.
Vince... had died twice already.
The staff had revived him each time but it still made Lance's heart stop when he saw stricken faces rush to his best friends room. Finally a doctor walked up to them. Lance looked up with a scowl on his face. Jace stood there next to him gripping his shirt. The doctor sighed,
"The good news is that Mr. Call is stabilized. The bad new is..." the doctor sighed as he scratched his head. Lance growled clenching his hand,
"Get on with it!" he snarled. Jace jumped at the ferocity of Lance's voice and took a step back despite himself. The doctor nodded,
"We're not sure if he'll make it through the night." Jace whimpered with sadness and clung to his chest. Lance stood there staring at nothing as the doctor apologized and went away. Jace looked up at his boyfriend and sobbed.
"Lance... I..."
"Be quiet." Lance growled as he stalked away towards Vince's room. Jace watched him walk away wide-eyed, tears trickling from his eyes. Jace stood up still sobbing when his phone beeped. It had been beeping for a while now... he'd just not noticed. Pulling it out he realized he had a voice mail, and it was from Vince; from earlier that day. Squeezing the phone in apprehension he flipped the cell open and held it up to his ear.
"Hey! This is the fabulous, sexy, smart, and very well endowed Vincent! I just got some juicy gossip from the bouncer at the 'Dream' club. Seems like our old friend Hence didn't die when I shot him... go figure. I didn't want to worry you both so I decided that I would check it out myself. No worries I'll be home at midnight to give you the update! Chow!"
Jace stood there where time froze, people around him didn't move. He heard nothing but the pulse of his heart as it stopped. Hence!? Hence was alive!? Blinking he stared down at his phone and made a split decision. Flipping the phone shut and slipping it into his pocket he exited the hospital with a goal in mind. The 'Dream' club.
~*~
Standing outside the 'Dream' club dressed in the most scandalous outfit he could find in Vincent's closet he rung the leather gloves in his hands tightly. Taking a deep breath he looked up at the dark sky and let out a long breath.
"You can do this..." he whispered to himself. "For Vince..." With that thought in his head he imitated Vince's stalk and made his way across the street with the flashing blue neon lights and bumping music. Turning on the charm as he saw the bouncer he continued past the mile long line of people ignoring the wolf whistles, and sexual gestures. Stopping in front of the bouncer he gave him a small grin. The bouncer turned looking disinterested until he actually 'looked' at Jace. Cocking his head the bouncer rubbed the front of his shirt as he eyed Jace up and down.
"Well... what can I get for you?" he asked. Jace almost went slack with relief when he realized that the cat was in the bag. It became natural after he felt confident enough. Taking a step closer he looked up into the bouncers face and bit his lip.
"I'm actually here meeting a friend." he said brushing the bangs from his eyes. Grinning the bouncer opened the rope before pausing.
"What do I get in return?" he asked. This made Jace's stomach twitter with nervousness. Taking a risk, and a step closer he ran his finger down the bouncer's chest stopping at his belt buckle.
"Whatever you want." he winked as the bouncer slid a piece of paper into Jace's palm and let him inside the club entrance. Jace did walk away with a slight bounce in his step... yep Vince was definitely rubbing off on him. But who said it was bad?
Stepping down the cement staircase he made his way through the heavy crowd and towards the bar. After ordering a drink he spun around and surveyed the dance floor. As usual the club was filled with the musky scent of sex, sweat, cologne, and alcohol. Grinning as he downed the rest of his drink he walked towards the dance floor.
~*~
I watched from my regular table as a unique beauty walked into the club. Eyeing him from my seat I sipped my Amaretto Sour and grinned when he made his way to the dance floor. He had a certain... aura around him. Few people I met practically oozed sex. After watching the particular beauty start dancing on the floor under the neon, artificial lights for a few minutes he stood up and was on the prowl.
~*~
Ooze sex... Jace thought. He blushed when he realized that he could come up with something like that.
"Make them come to you. Jace remembered Vince telling him; "If you want it then they will know it. If they don't come then they're not worth your time."
"How?" he had asked. Vince smirked as he said,
"I'll demonstrate." he whispered leaning in. He pointed towards a guy at the bar with a red button shirt, and black slacks that looked as if he just got off work. Jace watched as Vince got into the middle of the dance floor. The crowds of people were practically pushed out of the way with his aura. Jace looked amused, but his jaw dropped when Vince started to move. It wasn't any different from any other time... but it was as if he were sending off... vibes of pleasure for a certain person.
Vince tilted his head towards the man with the red shirt, Jace followed the gaze and sure enough the man at the bar was looking directly at Vincent. Jace went slack jawed when the man stood up and started towards Vince.
Lance had shown up an hour later and danced the rest of the night away as Vince and his new make out buddy found a hotel room. Then had come home completely weak, and spent. Spending a whole twenty-four hours sleeping in his room.
Jace tried his hardest dancing like he was eager to be with someone important, and just when he thought that it was no use he felt a presence behind him. Schooling his face like any spoiled brat could he turned around giving the man behind him a slight glare.
“Can I help you?” he asked getting nervous when he realized what a hunk this person was. He had short slightly spiky brown hair, and blue eyes. That sparkled with mischief. The man gave a smirk that reminded him so much of Lance it was scary.
“Actually… the question is can I help you.” He purred taking a step closer. Jace spun around before any emotions were held on his face and walked the other way.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” He said walking towards a vacated booth. The man followed regardless of Jace’s attitude. As soon as they were both inside the booth alone Jace turned around.
“Why are you following me…?” he asked crossing his arms. The man’s ‘Lance Smirk’ widened.
“Because you asked me to.” He stated simply. Jace took a step back when he took one forward.
Wow… it really worked… The brunette saw Jace’s expression change and went wide eyed for a moment before turning around.
“Geez…” he muttered. “I can’t believe I fell for it!” Jace panicked when the man was about to leave the booth.
“Waait!” he whined grabbing hold of the other’s shoulder. “I need you! You can’t leave!” The man stopped and it had nothing to do with the others grip.
“Sorry, kid.” He said looking over his shoulder. “I’m the only player in this game… not really in the mood to get banged and bailed on.” Jace was taken back by his remark.
“No, that’s not the reason.” He said. The man continued to walk out. “Wait!” he cried. “I’m desperate!” This… made the brunette pause. Turning around slowly he grinned.
“Desperate, huh?” he asked reaching his hand up and tickling Jace’s neck with the tip of his finger. “How desperate?” he asked running his other hand down Jace’s back and gripping his ass cheek fully and pulling Jace’s smaller body against his.
The look on Jace’s face was murderous. *SLAP!*
~*~
Lance sat at the edge of Vince’s bed watching the beautiful sickly pale face sleep. Standing up he walked to the window. Staring at the horizon he thought about his younger lover, and what he’d said to him. Angry he threw his fist sideways and punched the wall cursing. Glancing back at Vince to see if there was any change, and disappointed because there wasn’t he walked back to his seat and sat down grabbing Vince’s cold hand.
For the first time in a long time Lance started to cry. Laying his head down he fell asleep next to Vincent’s comatose form on the hospital bed.
~*~
“Lance?” a soft voice called. An angels voice, opening his eyes slowly he blinked a few times. “Lance?” the voice asked again.
“Vince?” he croaked. The voice chuckled throatily. Staring up at the hazel eyed angel for a few moments he leapt on top of him glomping Vince senseless. Vincent received the glomp valiantly. Grinning he stroked Lance’s head as they lay there for a few moments, finally after some time Vince bopped Lance in the head.
“Where’s the, kid?” he asked. Lance sat up rubbing his head. Dropping his head sadly he shrugged.
“He ran off after I yelled at him.” Another smack on the head was his punishment. “Ow!” he complained. “Why do you keep hitting me!?” Vince sighed,
“Lance… Jace is in trouble.” He said rolling his eyes. “He needs you.”
“But… what about you?” Lance asked sadly. Vince smirked,
“Oh, believe me baby… I’m fine. Now get out of here.” He whispered as he leant in and sucked on the junction of Lance’s neck and chin leaving a small hickey. Then kissing Lance lightly on the lips. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
Lance woke up with a start cold sweat running down his neck. Catching his breath he glanced over at Vincent who was still unconscious. Sighing in disappointment he rubbed his neck to feel something tender. Standing up to get a better look he grinned when he saw the distinct mark of a hicky. Glancing back at Vince in the bed he chuckled,
“Who’d ya have to sleep with to be able to do that?” he asked kissing Vince lightly on the forehead before squeezing the pale hand tightly he went to walk out the door when the hand for an instant squeezed back. Warm sparkles went off in Lance’s stomach as he gazed fondly at his friends face before letting go of the cold hand and leaving the hospital room.
If he’d stayed for just a moment longer he would have saw the slight smirk form on powdery lips.
~*~
LBB: Ok so I hope no one hates me for what I did with Vince!! Bing and Bong did it!
B's: *gasp* We did not!
Bing: Besides! He took all the action!
Bong: And attention! Not our fault!
LBB: So you admit it?
B's *is silent*
LBB: *is retard*
Title: Savior Sequel
Author: Lemon Bing Bong
Author's Note: My very first original slash! Don't you feel lucky you lucky things you!
Category: Original
Claimer: I won't sue you if you steal it but... *cocks shotgun* I have other ways... all characters are fictional and belong to me.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, suggested rape, slash, language
Status: Work In Progress
Dedication: wook77, omnikaze, and sad_sad_emogirl Cuz their all my future betrothed and we're gonna have babies together! XP And to the excellent beta which has changed her LJ Name AGAIN! XD That's ok cuz you know who you are and I looove you!
Teaser: Secrecy in the streets gets Vince curious. Finding out more than he can handle he finds himself in a tight spot. Lance in a desperate state of mind, and Jace all alone set out to find someone who they thought was dead. Stakes are high once more... even higher than Jace's purity... but maybe his friends lives.
LBB: Yes!!! Another update! Now I can go back to the other stories!
Bing: Bout freaking time... god...
Bong: No kidding...
LBB: Awe, did my wittle muses have constipation for a while?
B's: OMFG STFU!!!
LBB: XD Yay! Second Chapter up ladies, and lover bois!
Trickery
"Ouch... man that really hurt." Oryan muttered rubbing his cheek. I glanced over at him and rolled my eyes,
"Don't be such a fuckin' girl." I said staring out the window. He looked over at me and grinned,
"So your that gorgeous guys friend, huh?" he asked. I nodded,
"Vince..." I swallowed. "He got caught up in something heated... I need you to lead me to the guy that he was looking for." Oryan nodded. I'd learnt a lot about this guy in a short period of time. He was egocentric, a horn dog, his name was Oryan, he was twelve inches, he's been shot three times, and most of all he reminded me of both Vince, and Lance at the same time. Scary.
"Yea, I remember him coming in earlier. Damn thing didn't put out..." I scowled at him from the corner of my eye, "Fuckin' hot as hell... I'd tap that in an instant." he said grinning deviously. I couldn't help when a shudder went through me. He acted like my fucking boyfriend it was hard not to get a little hot when he talked about 'tapping' people. I shifted uncomfortably.
"You do know what you’re getting yourself into right, kid?" he asked not taking his eyes off the road as we drove. I snorted,
"Trust me, I know full and well." Oryan glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
"You know... everything?" I looked at him. Fucking dick knew something else.
"No, but you do. Talk." He shrugged, "Tell me what Vince found out..." After a pause he decided to humor me.
"Well, I heard that there was some sort of attack on the Olender building. Suspicious he came to me about it. My reputation must surpass me because everyone knows, I know the dirt on everyone." I snorted the little fact not surprising me at all. He either didn't hear it or chose to ignore it as he went on. "After telling him that Hence Olender wasn't dead he immediately wanted to know where." I nodded urging him to continue. "After a while of coaxing... and promises of sex he got his information, and ditched me." I resisted a chuckle he glanced over and glared. "Worst case of blue balls I've ever had." He muttered.
"What exactly did he find out besides the fact that Olender is still breathing?" I asked curiously. Oryan shrugged,
"Nothing big." I growled softly. He chuckled,
"Rawr." Scoffing I gave him my puppy dog eyes.
"Come on," I said softly. "What can I do?" he glared at me.
"Oh, no the fuck you don't you little cock tease!" He scowled pushing my hands away. "Not again... fuckin' little shit!" I couldn't help but grin a little.
"Ok, if sex won't work how about money?" I asked.
"I'm not a whore."
"Pshh..." he glared.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Fuckin' brat."
"Come on, Oryan... I need to know."
"Why?" he asked glancing at me. I was the one scowling now.
"Because, it's none of your business."
"No, that's where your wrong sweet cheeks." He said grinning, "It is my business... and if fit I will make it my business."
"Cocky, aren't we?"
"No, I just know when I'm right."
"Your not though..."
"Yes, I am." He argued. I was getting really frustrated.
"Why are you changing this subject?" I asked. "Ass hole, stop distracting me and tell me what I need to know." He sighed and slumped into his seat, while rubbing his temple.
"Honestly... your so relentless. I wonder if you put this much energy into sex." I blushed, and growled at the same time.
"Fucker." I muttered. "You have two seconds..." he didn't seem threatened. "One... tw..."
"It's to fucking dangerous!" he finally bellowed. "You know what happened to your friend! Imagine what would happen to you! What had happened to all the people who went down there!" he went completely rigid, and white after clamping his mouth shut. I glared at him,
"What... other people?" He cursed silently as he kept his eyes on the road.
"There have been a lot of deaths down there."
"Where?"
"One step at a time, ok?" I nodded as he went on. "Olender has been lookin' for some kid. Torturing people to get information." I went still. "Killing people to find this kid that's hiding somewhere in the Boonies." After a moment of silence I looked over at my best friend look alike.
"You've got to take me to him." I said slowly. "Please..."
"Not a chance in hell doll face." he said getting his cocky grin back in place. I silently went red with anger.
"You don't know what this means..." he cut me off.
"The hell I don't! I'm not gonna have your death on my conscience!" The last straw snapped. Launching myself through that small space between us I threw myself at him furiously and snarled into his face.
"Listen, and listen well you mother fucker! I swear to god and all that's holy I will rip your nuts off and feed them to my dog if you do not take me there right fucking now!" He went white... and needless to say changed his mind.
~*~
I looked around the smoky, pulsing club... the fifth club that night. I was getting really frustrated... damn it! Vince you gave me the wrong vibe directions! Cursing silently I was about to turn to leave when I felt someone’s eyes on me. Pausing I glanced behind my shoulder, the bar keep was staring at me... was that nervously? I turned around fully to face him. He went rigid for a second when he realized I saw him watching me and hurriedly went back to scrubbing counters. I grinned. When someone was guilty of something they always looked like a skittish rabbit. Like this fellow here... stepping up to the bar I sat there patiently. He continued to ignore me or the fact that I was even there and helped other customers that didn't need help, or would scrub a counter that already sparkled.
Finally my patience was wearing thin.
"Barkeep." I called lightly. He looked the other direction. "Oh, sir!" I was gathering attention now. I grinned wider when he turned around and faced me with a not-so-confident glare.
"What can I get you?" he asked gruffly avoiding eye contact with me. I played with my chin stubble for a moment.
"Straight to the chase are we?" I asked not amused. "Alright, then. A kid came in here earlier... small, skinny, hot as hell with blonde hair, and blue eyes. Defenseless, and by the look on your face I assume that you know where he is."
"I don't know anything about no kid!" he snarled. "I've seen a lot of people comin' in and out lookin' for info, and dirt! I know nothin'!" The bartender instantly knew his mistake when I grinned up at him concededly.
"Really? Then how did you know he came in lookin' for information?" I paused for affect. "Say maybe about Hence Olender..."
"I've got nothin' ta say to you!" he babbled starting to leave but didn't expect Lance to reach over the counter quickly and latch his fist around the mans collar.
"Cock sucker your on my last nerve..." Lance said darkly, but sweetly. "Tell me what the fuck I need to know or you'll never get to suck your own dick again!"
~*~
I scowled at the road in front of me as the kid in the passenger seat glowed with his victory. First I got bitch slapped, second completely molested in a way that did not in anyway turn me on, leaving behind scratch marks that bled, and a bite mark on my shoulder that would be bruised and sore in the morning. I glanced at him in his seat as he watched the city go by and my scowl deepened.
What a spoiled brat! Suddenly my pocket started vibrating, and shrilling a ring that meant that a good friend of mine was calling. He got pissed when I told him the annoying tone reminded me of him. I customized it from his number to spite him... with a grin on my face I flipped the phone open.
"Hello!?" I called cheerfully just to yank the phone away from my ear with a cringe. "Fuck..." I hissed and held the phone out to Jace. "It's for you." He gave me a strange look before taking the phone from my hand just to yank it away.
"Ah!" He yelled. "Lance! How did you..." he cut short. "No, I didn't do anything like that..." He paused turning red. "Hey! Listen you ass hole!" There was silence from the other line. "You never boss me around, do you understand me. You do not own my fucker! No either stop yelling or this conversation ends here!" I smirked. That's the first time I've heard anyone talk to Lance like that. "Bullshit!" He yelled to whatever they were talking about. "No! I'm not gonna go home and sit twiddling my god damned thumbs while that fucker is out there killing people because of me!" Another pause. Then in a lower voice he said, "Regardless of what you say I'm going... you can't stop me... ... ... yea, here he is." I took the phone from the sizzling boy and grinned as I spoke.
"Lance baby! What's up!"
"Don't 'Lance baby' me asshole!" he yelled. "What the hell are you doing with my kid!? I cringed.
"Ummm, yea about that... well if I'd known that he was your I wouldn't have gotten involved." A snort came from the other line. "No, seriously! Your my friend man I'm not like that." After a pause and a sigh he continued.
"Yea, yea... so whatever." I rolled my eyes. He always hated talking on the phone... this stopped him from strangling me. "I need your help, Oryan." he said in an almost desperate voice.
"Oh?" I asked curious. I owed him a few favors but his pride has always been too big to let me return them. This was strange for Lance. "What would that be?" He sighed,
"Vince... he's my best friend... well he got shot." I nodded.
"Yea, your kid filled me in. So what do I need to do?"
"Oryan you know I would never ask anything of you... but I don't want to involve my crew."
"Anything Lance... I owe you a lot." I said grinning in anticipation. Gunfights were always fun.
"This fuck Olender... you know of him, well he's after my kid. And after shooting Vince I feel a little threatened if you catch my drift."
"Personal, eh?"
"Definitely." my grin widened,
"Who do I have to kill?" I heard him chuckle on the other line.
"First I need you to take Jace home, and chain him to the bed if you have to. I want him to stay put."
"Got it." There was a long pause.
"Thanks, Oryan." I rolled my eyes,
"Yea, yea don't go sappy on my, Lance... you'll make me cry." He snorted,
"Fucker." I laughed, "Meet me at the Viewpoint Park."
"Ok, see you soon."
"Later." I flipped the phone shut and pulled to the side of the road. Jace looked over at me and glared.
"What are you doing?" he asked angrily. I grinned as I ignored him. "Oryan!" Sighing I continued my task without looking at him.
"Lance's orders are to take you back home... and make sure you stay there."
"Oryan!" He yelled. "I can't! I need to go!" I sighed,
"Sorry, kid. Bosses orders." I wasn't expecting the stinging pain in my crotch, along with the simultaneous one on my face.
"AAAH!"
~*~
I stood there anxiously and spun around when I saw headlights approaching. I waited as patiently as I could when Oryan got out of the car. I did not expect the passenger door to open, and to see Jace running towards me. I was so shell shocked that I almost toppled over when he leapt into me. He hugged me tightly before pulling back, and I knew what to expect when he glared up at me and punched my chest roughly.
"Oof!" He punched me again, and again before I got those wild fists of his under control with one hand. "What the fu..." I cut off when I saw his body heave when he sobbed. Damn him... I hate it when he cried. "Hey..." I whispered soothingly and gathered him to my chest. "I'm sorry..." I apologized for the way I treated him at the hospital, I apologized for the way I acted... I was a lot to be sorry for.
"Don't ever... ever try to pawn me off like that again!" he cried punching uselessly. I chuckled softly, and tilted his head up. He looked up expectantly, leaning down I kissed him gently. He took this and kissed back softly. We continued to make out in the middle of the park until Oryan cleared his throat.
"Umm... you guys are makin' me horny, so could ya stop?" Jace's eyes flew open immediately and he tore away from my mouth. I glared up at Oryan and chuckled at my lover.
"Don't worry he's harmless." I said to my shorter beau. Jace rolled his eyes and Oryan crossed his arms.
"We can't really say the same about our little Jacey, now can we?" he asked pointing to his bruised chin, and neck. I stared at him for a moment, then down at Jace.
"You did that?" Jace shrugged. I chuckled, "I'm assuming that's why he's here and not locked in his bed?" I asked looking back to Oryan. He held up his hands,
"Hey, hey, hey!" he said. "I don't baby-sit. It was either bring him to you, and let you handle him, or get my prick chopped off... I'd prefer keeping my wiener thank you."
(LBB: Have you ever heard it being called a wiener? XP I think I'm the first! XDD)
Sighing I looked down at my seemingly defenseless lover and grinned. "I'm so fucking in love with you." I said and kissed him again.
~*~
I stared at the large house incredulously. It was a gigantic home considering the sleaziness of this part of town... I'm surprised it wasn't covered with graffiti, and other junk like that. I was still awe struck when Lance chuckled,
"Madam Call lives here." he said grinning. I was confused.
"Who's Madam Call?" I asked. Lance shrugged,
"You'll see." I watched him walk up the front sidewalk and onto the porch. Oryan was right behind me as we stepped in front of the door. Lance did the honors and used the knocker three times. A sweet singsong voice called from behind the door,
"Coming!" A few moments passed when suddenly the door swung open. I openly gasped at the site. Long silvery hair flowed down a delicate figure that was wearing a black evening gown that sparkled, with a black feather boa strung over narrow shoulders. Vulumptious breasts seemed to burst the seems of the beautiful gown that flowed off the gently curved body. Hazel eyes sparkled seductively until she realized who her visitors were. "Well, it's about damned time that you've come and visited me you little fox!"
I blushed furiously as the older woman grabbed Lance and kissed him fully on the mouth. Lance laughed as he caressed her bare shoulders and said,
"Madam Call." he started and kissed her below her eye. "It's been to long." She gave him a scolding look,
"Now you've known me to long to be calling me by my business name!" she scoffed admonishingly. "You'll call me, Victoria!" They laughed for a moment and she glanced in my direction curiously just barely noticing that Lance wasn't alone. "Looove..." she purred. "Introduce me to your friends." With a sudden clarity I realized exactly who this woman was with her beautiful hazel eyes… this woman was actually Vincent's mother. Lance chuckled and grabbed my wrist bringing me towards him.
"This is my lover, Jace... and this is..."
Oryan coughed and side stepped as he stepped between Lance, and the woman.
"Oryan, love but you can call me anything..." Victoria chuckled sultrily as she pressed a hand to her breast with modesty that didn't exist in her voice.
"Why don't you come in and get a drink?" she spun her beautiful dress swaying with her body that belonged to a twenty-year-old girl, other than a forty-year-old woman. Oryan was the first to follow with drool practically dripping down his idiotic face. I sighed as Lance pushed us inside the house.
If outside was a shock, then inside was mind-boggling. There were beautiful deep scarlet sofas and loveseats covered with drapes of red material of different shades, gold trim across the windows, and a beautiful ruby carpet to set it all off.
"Lance... why is everything so..."
"Rich?" he finished. I nodded. "Victoria, or Madam Call is highly respected in this area of town."
"Is she a..."
"Prostitute?" I blushed and nodded again. He chuckled, "No, she's a host." I nodded my understanding.
"No wonder Vince is so..."
"Slutty?" I glared.
"That's not the word choice I would have picked." He crossed his arms giving me a admonishing look. "I was thinking more... eager..." Lance chuckled as he slung his arm over my shoulder protectively and lead us into the kitchen. Victoria, and Oryan were already there sipping on drinks. Oryan shot me a grin, and a wink as he handed me an Amaretto Sour. Lance took his own shot of liquor.
I nursed the drink gently listening to the three of them gossip. After a few moments I nudged Lance in the side. He grunted and smiled down at me.
"Oh!" Victoria suddenly cried standing up. "I can't believe I lost myself!" she said grinning in Oryan's direction. "Where is, Vincey?" The cheery atmosphere dropped at the mention of Vincent's name. She looked slightly shocked then panicked as she turned to Lance who was standing there stiff. "Lancey?" she whispered cautiously.
"He... he was shot last night." The woman was silent as she set her drink on the counter. Oryan, Lance, and I were immediately at her side to help her to a chair. She settled down softly and wiped forming tears from her eyes.
"H-how...?"
"It's my fault." I muttered. Lance glared at me,
"Jace..."
"The man who shot him was looking for me... and I..."
"That's enough, Jace."
"And I should have been the one that was shot... but I wasn't..."
"JACE!" Lance yelled. I jumped and looked away wiping my own tears, Victoria looked back and fourth between us.
"Hence Olender?" Lance nodded and I froze at the mention of his name.
"Vicky... we need your help." Lance said quietly. The woman stood suddenly and stalked out of the kitchen.
"Follow me, boys."
~*~
Jace was about to follow Victoria out of the kitchen before I grabbed his shoulder softly.
"Jace... I..." I sighed, "I'm sorry." Jace stood there silently for a moment before sighing also and stepping into my embrace.
"Me too." We hugged for a few moments before I stepped back and handed him a white pill. He looked at it curiously.
"Its just aspirin." I said. "Your head must be pounding..." Jace winced at the mention of his head as if he didn't even realize it until I mentioned it. He sounded his thanks softly and swallowed the pill dry. I winced also at lying to him but... it was just too dangerous.
"Come on... let's go." I said and led him into the living room. It only took a matter of moments as I led him down the hall to the guest room before he started stumbling.
"Lance..." he whispered panicky. I swooped down and picked him up and carried him into the guest room before his legs gave away at him. "...What?" I bent over and settled him on the plush comforter.
"I'm sorry." I whispered and kissed him. He gripped my shoulders with his remaining strength as I kissed him gently.
"Lance... please don't..." I kissed his eyelids, and cheeks gently.
"I love you, Jace." I whispered as I kissed him to sleep.
~*~
I woke up to someone caressing my head gently. My eyes fluttered open and took a moment for them to clear enough to see.
"Lance...?" I whispered hoarsely. A throaty chuckled told me I was wrong.
"Jace, love..."
"Madam Call?"
"Yes... but you can call me Victoria, Jace." I sat up stretching my worn muscles.
"Lance left." It wasn't a question. She nodded, "That fucking bastard!" I snarled clenching the blanket. She chuckled again as she brushed my hair away from my eyes.
"Do you know why he came to me?" she asked. I shook my head, "I'm not only the hottest mom on this block, but I also have the biggest gun supply." I looked up at her astonished. She grinned deviously.
"Have you ever shot a pistol before?" I nodded. Lance had taught me how to shoot after the first Olender incident. "Do you love, Lance?" I looked at her and nodded,
"I'm really pissed at him right now, and might shoot his dick off but yea... I really do." She grinned happily.
"What will you do when you see, Hence?" I sat there for a moment before shrugging.
"I honestly have no idea." Victoria stood,
"Well, Lance told me to swear not to tell you where he went... but... I'm never one to keep promises unless they benefit me." I smiled up at her.
"I think... you’re the reason why I love Vince so much." She laughed full heartedly.
"Now what will you give me?"
LBB: OK! Back to the other idiotic storys! Hopefully the constipation will pass...
Bing: It's not constipation! It's writers block!
Bong: And plus we don't have modivation when you don't STFU!!!
LBB: What the hell?
Bing: He's highly medicated...
Hearts, Lemon Heads, and Green Apples from,
Lemon Bing Bong
Bing My Bong:
Bing: Play Catchup?
Bong: With mustard?
Bing: *glares*
Chapter One: Darkness
Chapter Two: Temptation
Chapter Three: Desperation
Chapter Four: Adaptation
Chapter Five: Abandoned
Chapter Six: The Truth
Savior Prequel: Save Me
Savior Side Story: Shall We Dance?
Savior Side Story: I Want You
Savior Side Story: Pierce Me Baby...
Savior Side Story: Therapy Session
OMFG!! WTF!? IS THAT AN UPDATE! HOLY SHIT BALLS IT IS! XDXDXDXDXDXD It's about damned time! And yes it's a freaking short one! Sue me! Hopefully everyone understands this... there's prolly gonna be only one or two chapters after this. XD Anyways! Enjoy chapter two!
Title: Savior Sequel
Author: Lemon Bing Bong
Author's Note: My very first original slash! Don't you feel lucky you lucky things you!
Category: Original
Claimer: I won't sue you if you steal it but... *cocks shotgun* I have other ways... all characters are fictional and belong to me.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, suggested rape, slash, language
Status: Work In Progress
Dedication: squiggle_bunny, and sad_sad_emogirl who seem to be the 'only' people alive anymore!
Teaser: Secrecy in the streets gets Vince curious. Finding out more than he can handle he finds himself in a tight spot. Lance in a desperate state of mind, and Jace all alone set out to find someone who they thought was dead. Stakes are high once more... even higher than Jace's purity... but maybe his friends lives.
LBB: So yea, I'm back! Not dead! We've been through this.
Bing: *pouts* No one has looked at our picture that LBB drew...
Bong: That's cuz everyone hates us because LBB gave us a bad name... even though the picture is pretty hot... heheheh...
LBB: Bite my white ghetto booty... assholes.
B's: WE DEMAND YOU LOOK AT THIS PICTURE!!! Surprise!
LBB: *sweatdrops* Enjoy this chapter!
Mystery
"And that ladies and gentlemen!" Jace said grinning as he set his deal of cards to the table surface. "Is how you play poker." Various groans, and complaints came from the either naked, or half naked men surrounding the table. Jace stood still completely clothed and gathered his winnings.
"Sorry boys, next time you challenge me you should know who you’re challenging."
"Yea, and know what person he belongs to." A gruff, angry voice said from the doorway of the smoke, cologne filled basement. Jace looked over to see Lance standing there in only a pair of pajama pants. Bare footed, and bare chested, with sleep ruffled hair he still looked menacing. The group of guys stood up mumbling apologies, and shuffled out of the room looking wary as they passed Lance.
Lance glared as they all walked away looking like they had just gotten their butts spanked.
"I belong to whom?" Jace asked grinning over his shoulder. Lance walked up to Jace grumpily,
"Me, damn it." he muttered leaning down and nuzzling his nose in Jace's neck. Jace rolled his eyes repressing a shiver and stood.
"Wrong." he said stalking past Lance playing that game he always won. Lance caught his smaller lovers hand.
"You shouldn't play with those guys... they're relentless." he muttered pulling Jace to him. Jace resisted.
"Umm... well I suppose that it's my decision. Since I belong to no one." he said pulling away. Lance gave him a feral look.
"Are you challenging me?" he asked. Jace glared playfully at him.
"I can't challenge the weak. It goes against my nature." he said confidently as he lifted his chin. Lance chuckled evilly as he stalked towards Jace grabbing hold of both arms raising them above his head and forcing the smaller body against the wall. Glaring defiantly into his lovers flaming eyes he asked,
"I wonder. Did you only get out of bed because you were worried about me, or were you just plain old horny?" Lance gave him a toothy grin.
"Of course I was worried about you... how could you possibly think anything different?" he asked mockingly sweet. Jace rolled his eyes,
"Because your boner is digging into my leg." he muttered bitterly. After a moment Lance started to laugh, both of them made their way up to their bedroom to sleep... or do 'other' things.
~*~
Vince looked around the narrow room. His eyes darting from place to place, Fuck... he cursed himself. Bad time to be heading back now. It had been recently that he'd been snooping around, trying to find the end of the wild goose chases and rumors; rumors about Hence Olenders survival. Publicly the man was dead, and buried six feet under in the Viewpoint cemetery. But to the thugs, drug dealers, and dirt bags in town the man was alive and well dealing the corps inside and out. Hearing footsteps approach he turned around slowly to be greeted by a ringleader of one of the local drug smugglers. Vince stood strong as the tall man eyed him suspiciously.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here in my town?" Vince resisted the urge to snort.
"Lookin' for someone." he said tossing his hair. Which was an annoying habit when he felt like something bad was about to go wrong. The man signaled Vince to sit, and Vince did so seating himself neatly.
"Tell me about it." he said still giving Vince a good thorough glare. Vince shifted as he crossed his legs. That look he was giving Vince wasn't a look of lust; but one of contempt, and jealousy.
"I heard rumors... about how Hence Olender survived the gunfight." Vince said smiling.
"Yea, yea I've heard the rumors... not much I can do about it." he said standing. Vince frowned.
"What are you saying? That you can't help me?" The man turned and glared down at Vince,
"I'm saying your going to pay for what you did to Mr. Olender." Vince's eyes widened. Fuck! A shot rang out.
~*~
*ring ring ring* Lance opened his eyes slowly and groaned, *ring ring ring* the persistent phone continued. Cursing that he would castrate whom ever was on the phone he picked it up.
"What!?" he growled into the phone making Jace jump. Lance kissed his head as an apology and froze when he heard ragged breathing on the other line. "Hello?" he asked.
"Lancey..." a hoarse voice said. Lance knew that husky voice anywhere.
"Oh, god... Vince!?" he cried sitting up. Jace opened his eyes fully awake now and sat up also.
"I'm in a little bit of trouble." he said chuckling. Lance could tell that his voice was shaking.
"Fuck! Where are you!?" he cried into the phone.
"78 Orthon Street." he rasped. "Watch out there are a few fucks wondering around looking for me. I'm almost out of bullets." Lance stood up reaching for his cloths that had been tossed across the room during their recent buggering.
"Stay where you are, and stay out of sight! I'm on my way!" Vince chuckled,
"Calm down, baby. You act as if I'm dying." he said sardonically. Lance cursed,
"I'll be there soon, V." he whispered. Vince lost the smile in his voice,
"I know you will."
~*~
Twenty minutes later Lance was jumping out of his car, and stalking down the street confidently. 9 mils in each hand he glanced around looking for Vince. The first sound of movement had a gun pointing in that direction. Someone bounded out of from behind a large garbage can his weapon aimed in Lance's direction. Already prepared for the attack Lance pulled the trigger, the man stumbled, and dropped. Not even checking the body in case he was still alive Lance continued to scout the alleyway trying desperately to find Vince. Five minutes, three bullets, and two bodies later he heard someone call his name.
Stopping dead in his tracks he waited.
"Lance?" the voice called again. Lance turned around just to see the blonde standing there holding his side. Lance bounded towards him,
"Fuck! Vince!" he cursed as he was within arms length of Vincent. The distinct sound of a gun cocking made Lance's world freeze. A shot was fired, and Vince was forced into Lance's arms as he received a bullet in the back.
~*~
Waiting was never one of Lance's good qualities. Jace sat as Lance paced the lobby of the hospital. His fingers bit to the skin, he cursed as he made a dent in the floor. Jace sat there silently red, and puffy eyed from the shock he had just received. Doctors were in and out of Vince's room for about two hours now. It was his dad all over again. There had been a few scares.
Vince... had died twice already.
The staff had revived him each time but it still made Lance's heart stop when he saw stricken faces rush to his best friends room. Finally a doctor walked up to them. Lance looked up with a scowl on his face. Jace stood there next to him gripping his shirt. The doctor sighed,
"The good news is that Mr. Call is stabilized. The bad new is..." the doctor sighed as he scratched his head. Lance growled clenching his hand,
"Get on with it!" he snarled. Jace jumped at the ferocity of Lance's voice and took a step back despite himself. The doctor nodded,
"We're not sure if he'll make it through the night." Jace whimpered with sadness and clung to his chest. Lance stood there staring at nothing as the doctor apologized and went away. Jace looked up at his boyfriend and sobbed.
"Lance... I..."
"Be quiet." Lance growled as he stalked away towards Vince's room. Jace watched him walk away wide-eyed, tears trickling from his eyes. Jace stood up still sobbing when his phone beeped. It had been beeping for a while now... he'd just not noticed. Pulling it out he realized he had a voice mail, and it was from Vince; from earlier that day. Squeezing the phone in apprehension he flipped the cell open and held it up to his ear.
"Hey! This is the fabulous, sexy, smart, and very well endowed Vincent! I just got some juicy gossip from the bouncer at the 'Dream' club. Seems like our old friend Hence didn't die when I shot him... go figure. I didn't want to worry you both so I decided that I would check it out myself. No worries I'll be home at midnight to give you the update! Chow!"
Jace stood there where time froze, people around him didn't move. He heard nothing but the pulse of his heart as it stopped. Hence!? Hence was alive!? Blinking he stared down at his phone and made a split decision. Flipping the phone shut and slipping it into his pocket he exited the hospital with a goal in mind. The 'Dream' club.
~*~
Standing outside the 'Dream' club dressed in the most scandalous outfit he could find in Vincent's closet he rung the leather gloves in his hands tightly. Taking a deep breath he looked up at the dark sky and let out a long breath.
"You can do this..." he whispered to himself. "For Vince..." With that thought in his head he imitated Vince's stalk and made his way across the street with the flashing blue neon lights and bumping music. Turning on the charm as he saw the bouncer he continued past the mile long line of people ignoring the wolf whistles, and sexual gestures. Stopping in front of the bouncer he gave him a small grin. The bouncer turned looking disinterested until he actually 'looked' at Jace. Cocking his head the bouncer rubbed the front of his shirt as he eyed Jace up and down.
"Well... what can I get for you?" he asked. Jace almost went slack with relief when he realized that the cat was in the bag. It became natural after he felt confident enough. Taking a step closer he looked up into the bouncers face and bit his lip.
"I'm actually here meeting a friend." he said brushing the bangs from his eyes. Grinning the bouncer opened the rope before pausing.
"What do I get in return?" he asked. This made Jace's stomach twitter with nervousness. Taking a risk, and a step closer he ran his finger down the bouncer's chest stopping at his belt buckle.
"Whatever you want." he winked as the bouncer slid a piece of paper into Jace's palm and let him inside the club entrance. Jace did walk away with a slight bounce in his step... yep Vince was definitely rubbing off on him. But who said it was bad?
Stepping down the cement staircase he made his way through the heavy crowd and towards the bar. After ordering a drink he spun around and surveyed the dance floor. As usual the club was filled with the musky scent of sex, sweat, cologne, and alcohol. Grinning as he downed the rest of his drink he walked towards the dance floor.
~*~
I watched from my regular table as a unique beauty walked into the club. Eyeing him from my seat I sipped my Amaretto Sour and grinned when he made his way to the dance floor. He had a certain... aura around him. Few people I met practically oozed sex. After watching the particular beauty start dancing on the floor under the neon, artificial lights for a few minutes he stood up and was on the prowl.
~*~
Ooze sex... Jace thought. He blushed when he realized that he could come up with something like that.
"Make them come to you. Jace remembered Vince telling him; "If you want it then they will know it. If they don't come then they're not worth your time."
"How?" he had asked. Vince smirked as he said,
"I'll demonstrate." he whispered leaning in. He pointed towards a guy at the bar with a red button shirt, and black slacks that looked as if he just got off work. Jace watched as Vince got into the middle of the dance floor. The crowds of people were practically pushed out of the way with his aura. Jace looked amused, but his jaw dropped when Vince started to move. It wasn't any different from any other time... but it was as if he were sending off... vibes of pleasure for a certain person.
Vince tilted his head towards the man with the red shirt, Jace followed the gaze and sure enough the man at the bar was looking directly at Vincent. Jace went slack jawed when the man stood up and started towards Vince.
Lance had shown up an hour later and danced the rest of the night away as Vince and his new make out buddy found a hotel room. Then had come home completely weak, and spent. Spending a whole twenty-four hours sleeping in his room.
Jace tried his hardest dancing like he was eager to be with someone important, and just when he thought that it was no use he felt a presence behind him. Schooling his face like any spoiled brat could he turned around giving the man behind him a slight glare.
“Can I help you?” he asked getting nervous when he realized what a hunk this person was. He had short slightly spiky brown hair, and blue eyes. That sparkled with mischief. The man gave a smirk that reminded him so much of Lance it was scary.
“Actually… the question is can I help you.” He purred taking a step closer. Jace spun around before any emotions were held on his face and walked the other way.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” He said walking towards a vacated booth. The man followed regardless of Jace’s attitude. As soon as they were both inside the booth alone Jace turned around.
“Why are you following me…?” he asked crossing his arms. The man’s ‘Lance Smirk’ widened.
“Because you asked me to.” He stated simply. Jace took a step back when he took one forward.
Wow… it really worked… The brunette saw Jace’s expression change and went wide eyed for a moment before turning around.
“Geez…” he muttered. “I can’t believe I fell for it!” Jace panicked when the man was about to leave the booth.
“Waait!” he whined grabbing hold of the other’s shoulder. “I need you! You can’t leave!” The man stopped and it had nothing to do with the others grip.
“Sorry, kid.” He said looking over his shoulder. “I’m the only player in this game… not really in the mood to get banged and bailed on.” Jace was taken back by his remark.
“No, that’s not the reason.” He said. The man continued to walk out. “Wait!” he cried. “I’m desperate!” This… made the brunette pause. Turning around slowly he grinned.
“Desperate, huh?” he asked reaching his hand up and tickling Jace’s neck with the tip of his finger. “How desperate?” he asked running his other hand down Jace’s back and gripping his ass cheek fully and pulling Jace’s smaller body against his.
The look on Jace’s face was murderous. *SLAP!*
~*~
Lance sat at the edge of Vince’s bed watching the beautiful sickly pale face sleep. Standing up he walked to the window. Staring at the horizon he thought about his younger lover, and what he’d said to him. Angry he threw his fist sideways and punched the wall cursing. Glancing back at Vince to see if there was any change, and disappointed because there wasn’t he walked back to his seat and sat down grabbing Vince’s cold hand.
For the first time in a long time Lance started to cry. Laying his head down he fell asleep next to Vincent’s comatose form on the hospital bed.
~*~
“Lance?” a soft voice called. An angels voice, opening his eyes slowly he blinked a few times. “Lance?” the voice asked again.
“Vince?” he croaked. The voice chuckled throatily. Staring up at the hazel eyed angel for a few moments he leapt on top of him glomping Vince senseless. Vincent received the glomp valiantly. Grinning he stroked Lance’s head as they lay there for a few moments, finally after some time Vince bopped Lance in the head.
“Where’s the, kid?” he asked. Lance sat up rubbing his head. Dropping his head sadly he shrugged.
“He ran off after I yelled at him.” Another smack on the head was his punishment. “Ow!” he complained. “Why do you keep hitting me!?” Vince sighed,
“Lance… Jace is in trouble.” He said rolling his eyes. “He needs you.”
“But… what about you?” Lance asked sadly. Vince smirked,
“Oh, believe me baby… I’m fine. Now get out of here.” He whispered as he leant in and sucked on the junction of Lance’s neck and chin leaving a small hickey. Then kissing Lance lightly on the lips. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
Lance woke up with a start cold sweat running down his neck. Catching his breath he glanced over at Vincent who was still unconscious. Sighing in disappointment he rubbed his neck to feel something tender. Standing up to get a better look he grinned when he saw the distinct mark of a hicky. Glancing back at Vince in the bed he chuckled,
“Who’d ya have to sleep with to be able to do that?” he asked kissing Vince lightly on the forehead before squeezing the pale hand tightly he went to walk out the door when the hand for an instant squeezed back. Warm sparkles went off in Lance’s stomach as he gazed fondly at his friends face before letting go of the cold hand and leaving the hospital room.
If he’d stayed for just a moment longer he would have saw the slight smirk form on powdery lips.
~*~
LBB: Ok so I hope no one hates me for what I did with Vince!! Bing and Bong did it!
B's: *gasp* We did not!
Bing: Besides! He took all the action!
Bong: And attention! Not our fault!
LBB: So you admit it?
B's *is silent*
LBB: *is retard*
Title: Savior Sequel
Author: Lemon Bing Bong
Author's Note: My very first original slash! Don't you feel lucky you lucky things you!
Category: Original
Claimer: I won't sue you if you steal it but... *cocks shotgun* I have other ways... all characters are fictional and belong to me.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, suggested rape, slash, language
Status: Work In Progress
Dedication: wook77, omnikaze, and sad_sad_emogirl Cuz their all my future betrothed and we're gonna have babies together! XP And to the excellent beta which has changed her LJ Name AGAIN! XD That's ok cuz you know who you are and I looove you!
Teaser: Secrecy in the streets gets Vince curious. Finding out more than he can handle he finds himself in a tight spot. Lance in a desperate state of mind, and Jace all alone set out to find someone who they thought was dead. Stakes are high once more... even higher than Jace's purity... but maybe his friends lives.
LBB: Yes!!! Another update! Now I can go back to the other stories!
Bing: Bout freaking time... god...
Bong: No kidding...
LBB: Awe, did my wittle muses have constipation for a while?
B's: OMFG STFU!!!
LBB: XD Yay! Second Chapter up ladies, and lover bois!
Trickery
"Ouch... man that really hurt." Oryan muttered rubbing his cheek. I glanced over at him and rolled my eyes,
"Don't be such a fuckin' girl." I said staring out the window. He looked over at me and grinned,
"So your that gorgeous guys friend, huh?" he asked. I nodded,
"Vince..." I swallowed. "He got caught up in something heated... I need you to lead me to the guy that he was looking for." Oryan nodded. I'd learnt a lot about this guy in a short period of time. He was egocentric, a horn dog, his name was Oryan, he was twelve inches, he's been shot three times, and most of all he reminded me of both Vince, and Lance at the same time. Scary.
"Yea, I remember him coming in earlier. Damn thing didn't put out..." I scowled at him from the corner of my eye, "Fuckin' hot as hell... I'd tap that in an instant." he said grinning deviously. I couldn't help when a shudder went through me. He acted like my fucking boyfriend it was hard not to get a little hot when he talked about 'tapping' people. I shifted uncomfortably.
"You do know what you’re getting yourself into right, kid?" he asked not taking his eyes off the road as we drove. I snorted,
"Trust me, I know full and well." Oryan glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
"You know... everything?" I looked at him. Fucking dick knew something else.
"No, but you do. Talk." He shrugged, "Tell me what Vince found out..." After a pause he decided to humor me.
"Well, I heard that there was some sort of attack on the Olender building. Suspicious he came to me about it. My reputation must surpass me because everyone knows, I know the dirt on everyone." I snorted the little fact not surprising me at all. He either didn't hear it or chose to ignore it as he went on. "After telling him that Hence Olender wasn't dead he immediately wanted to know where." I nodded urging him to continue. "After a while of coaxing... and promises of sex he got his information, and ditched me." I resisted a chuckle he glanced over and glared. "Worst case of blue balls I've ever had." He muttered.
"What exactly did he find out besides the fact that Olender is still breathing?" I asked curiously. Oryan shrugged,
"Nothing big." I growled softly. He chuckled,
"Rawr." Scoffing I gave him my puppy dog eyes.
"Come on," I said softly. "What can I do?" he glared at me.
"Oh, no the fuck you don't you little cock tease!" He scowled pushing my hands away. "Not again... fuckin' little shit!" I couldn't help but grin a little.
"Ok, if sex won't work how about money?" I asked.
"I'm not a whore."
"Pshh..." he glared.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Fuckin' brat."
"Come on, Oryan... I need to know."
"Why?" he asked glancing at me. I was the one scowling now.
"Because, it's none of your business."
"No, that's where your wrong sweet cheeks." He said grinning, "It is my business... and if fit I will make it my business."
"Cocky, aren't we?"
"No, I just know when I'm right."
"Your not though..."
"Yes, I am." He argued. I was getting really frustrated.
"Why are you changing this subject?" I asked. "Ass hole, stop distracting me and tell me what I need to know." He sighed and slumped into his seat, while rubbing his temple.
"Honestly... your so relentless. I wonder if you put this much energy into sex." I blushed, and growled at the same time.
"Fucker." I muttered. "You have two seconds..." he didn't seem threatened. "One... tw..."
"It's to fucking dangerous!" he finally bellowed. "You know what happened to your friend! Imagine what would happen to you! What had happened to all the people who went down there!" he went completely rigid, and white after clamping his mouth shut. I glared at him,
"What... other people?" He cursed silently as he kept his eyes on the road.
"There have been a lot of deaths down there."
"Where?"
"One step at a time, ok?" I nodded as he went on. "Olender has been lookin' for some kid. Torturing people to get information." I went still. "Killing people to find this kid that's hiding somewhere in the Boonies." After a moment of silence I looked over at my best friend look alike.
"You've got to take me to him." I said slowly. "Please..."
"Not a chance in hell doll face." he said getting his cocky grin back in place. I silently went red with anger.
"You don't know what this means..." he cut me off.
"The hell I don't! I'm not gonna have your death on my conscience!" The last straw snapped. Launching myself through that small space between us I threw myself at him furiously and snarled into his face.
"Listen, and listen well you mother fucker! I swear to god and all that's holy I will rip your nuts off and feed them to my dog if you do not take me there right fucking now!" He went white... and needless to say changed his mind.
~*~
I looked around the smoky, pulsing club... the fifth club that night. I was getting really frustrated... damn it! Vince you gave me the wrong vibe directions! Cursing silently I was about to turn to leave when I felt someone’s eyes on me. Pausing I glanced behind my shoulder, the bar keep was staring at me... was that nervously? I turned around fully to face him. He went rigid for a second when he realized I saw him watching me and hurriedly went back to scrubbing counters. I grinned. When someone was guilty of something they always looked like a skittish rabbit. Like this fellow here... stepping up to the bar I sat there patiently. He continued to ignore me or the fact that I was even there and helped other customers that didn't need help, or would scrub a counter that already sparkled.
Finally my patience was wearing thin.
"Barkeep." I called lightly. He looked the other direction. "Oh, sir!" I was gathering attention now. I grinned wider when he turned around and faced me with a not-so-confident glare.
"What can I get you?" he asked gruffly avoiding eye contact with me. I played with my chin stubble for a moment.
"Straight to the chase are we?" I asked not amused. "Alright, then. A kid came in here earlier... small, skinny, hot as hell with blonde hair, and blue eyes. Defenseless, and by the look on your face I assume that you know where he is."
"I don't know anything about no kid!" he snarled. "I've seen a lot of people comin' in and out lookin' for info, and dirt! I know nothin'!" The bartender instantly knew his mistake when I grinned up at him concededly.
"Really? Then how did you know he came in lookin' for information?" I paused for affect. "Say maybe about Hence Olender..."
"I've got nothin' ta say to you!" he babbled starting to leave but didn't expect Lance to reach over the counter quickly and latch his fist around the mans collar.
"Cock sucker your on my last nerve..." Lance said darkly, but sweetly. "Tell me what the fuck I need to know or you'll never get to suck your own dick again!"
~*~
I scowled at the road in front of me as the kid in the passenger seat glowed with his victory. First I got bitch slapped, second completely molested in a way that did not in anyway turn me on, leaving behind scratch marks that bled, and a bite mark on my shoulder that would be bruised and sore in the morning. I glanced at him in his seat as he watched the city go by and my scowl deepened.
What a spoiled brat! Suddenly my pocket started vibrating, and shrilling a ring that meant that a good friend of mine was calling. He got pissed when I told him the annoying tone reminded me of him. I customized it from his number to spite him... with a grin on my face I flipped the phone open.
"Hello!?" I called cheerfully just to yank the phone away from my ear with a cringe. "Fuck..." I hissed and held the phone out to Jace. "It's for you." He gave me a strange look before taking the phone from my hand just to yank it away.
"Ah!" He yelled. "Lance! How did you..." he cut short. "No, I didn't do anything like that..." He paused turning red. "Hey! Listen you ass hole!" There was silence from the other line. "You never boss me around, do you understand me. You do not own my fucker! No either stop yelling or this conversation ends here!" I smirked. That's the first time I've heard anyone talk to Lance like that. "Bullshit!" He yelled to whatever they were talking about. "No! I'm not gonna go home and sit twiddling my god damned thumbs while that fucker is out there killing people because of me!" Another pause. Then in a lower voice he said, "Regardless of what you say I'm going... you can't stop me... ... ... yea, here he is." I took the phone from the sizzling boy and grinned as I spoke.
"Lance baby! What's up!"
"Don't 'Lance baby' me asshole!" he yelled. "What the hell are you doing with my kid!? I cringed.
"Ummm, yea about that... well if I'd known that he was your I wouldn't have gotten involved." A snort came from the other line. "No, seriously! Your my friend man I'm not like that." After a pause and a sigh he continued.
"Yea, yea... so whatever." I rolled my eyes. He always hated talking on the phone... this stopped him from strangling me. "I need your help, Oryan." he said in an almost desperate voice.
"Oh?" I asked curious. I owed him a few favors but his pride has always been too big to let me return them. This was strange for Lance. "What would that be?" He sighed,
"Vince... he's my best friend... well he got shot." I nodded.
"Yea, your kid filled me in. So what do I need to do?"
"Oryan you know I would never ask anything of you... but I don't want to involve my crew."
"Anything Lance... I owe you a lot." I said grinning in anticipation. Gunfights were always fun.
"This fuck Olender... you know of him, well he's after my kid. And after shooting Vince I feel a little threatened if you catch my drift."
"Personal, eh?"
"Definitely." my grin widened,
"Who do I have to kill?" I heard him chuckle on the other line.
"First I need you to take Jace home, and chain him to the bed if you have to. I want him to stay put."
"Got it." There was a long pause.
"Thanks, Oryan." I rolled my eyes,
"Yea, yea don't go sappy on my, Lance... you'll make me cry." He snorted,
"Fucker." I laughed, "Meet me at the Viewpoint Park."
"Ok, see you soon."
"Later." I flipped the phone shut and pulled to the side of the road. Jace looked over at me and glared.
"What are you doing?" he asked angrily. I grinned as I ignored him. "Oryan!" Sighing I continued my task without looking at him.
"Lance's orders are to take you back home... and make sure you stay there."
"Oryan!" He yelled. "I can't! I need to go!" I sighed,
"Sorry, kid. Bosses orders." I wasn't expecting the stinging pain in my crotch, along with the simultaneous one on my face.
"AAAH!"
~*~
I stood there anxiously and spun around when I saw headlights approaching. I waited as patiently as I could when Oryan got out of the car. I did not expect the passenger door to open, and to see Jace running towards me. I was so shell shocked that I almost toppled over when he leapt into me. He hugged me tightly before pulling back, and I knew what to expect when he glared up at me and punched my chest roughly.
"Oof!" He punched me again, and again before I got those wild fists of his under control with one hand. "What the fu..." I cut off when I saw his body heave when he sobbed. Damn him... I hate it when he cried. "Hey..." I whispered soothingly and gathered him to my chest. "I'm sorry..." I apologized for the way I treated him at the hospital, I apologized for the way I acted... I was a lot to be sorry for.
"Don't ever... ever try to pawn me off like that again!" he cried punching uselessly. I chuckled softly, and tilted his head up. He looked up expectantly, leaning down I kissed him gently. He took this and kissed back softly. We continued to make out in the middle of the park until Oryan cleared his throat.
"Umm... you guys are makin' me horny, so could ya stop?" Jace's eyes flew open immediately and he tore away from my mouth. I glared up at Oryan and chuckled at my lover.
"Don't worry he's harmless." I said to my shorter beau. Jace rolled his eyes and Oryan crossed his arms.
"We can't really say the same about our little Jacey, now can we?" he asked pointing to his bruised chin, and neck. I stared at him for a moment, then down at Jace.
"You did that?" Jace shrugged. I chuckled, "I'm assuming that's why he's here and not locked in his bed?" I asked looking back to Oryan. He held up his hands,
"Hey, hey, hey!" he said. "I don't baby-sit. It was either bring him to you, and let you handle him, or get my prick chopped off... I'd prefer keeping my wiener thank you."
(LBB: Have you ever heard it being called a wiener? XP I think I'm the first! XDD)
Sighing I looked down at my seemingly defenseless lover and grinned. "I'm so fucking in love with you." I said and kissed him again.
~*~
I stared at the large house incredulously. It was a gigantic home considering the sleaziness of this part of town... I'm surprised it wasn't covered with graffiti, and other junk like that. I was still awe struck when Lance chuckled,
"Madam Call lives here." he said grinning. I was confused.
"Who's Madam Call?" I asked. Lance shrugged,
"You'll see." I watched him walk up the front sidewalk and onto the porch. Oryan was right behind me as we stepped in front of the door. Lance did the honors and used the knocker three times. A sweet singsong voice called from behind the door,
"Coming!" A few moments passed when suddenly the door swung open. I openly gasped at the site. Long silvery hair flowed down a delicate figure that was wearing a black evening gown that sparkled, with a black feather boa strung over narrow shoulders. Vulumptious breasts seemed to burst the seems of the beautiful gown that flowed off the gently curved body. Hazel eyes sparkled seductively until she realized who her visitors were. "Well, it's about damned time that you've come and visited me you little fox!"
I blushed furiously as the older woman grabbed Lance and kissed him fully on the mouth. Lance laughed as he caressed her bare shoulders and said,
"Madam Call." he started and kissed her below her eye. "It's been to long." She gave him a scolding look,
"Now you've known me to long to be calling me by my business name!" she scoffed admonishingly. "You'll call me, Victoria!" They laughed for a moment and she glanced in my direction curiously just barely noticing that Lance wasn't alone. "Looove..." she purred. "Introduce me to your friends." With a sudden clarity I realized exactly who this woman was with her beautiful hazel eyes… this woman was actually Vincent's mother. Lance chuckled and grabbed my wrist bringing me towards him.
"This is my lover, Jace... and this is..."
Oryan coughed and side stepped as he stepped between Lance, and the woman.
"Oryan, love but you can call me anything..." Victoria chuckled sultrily as she pressed a hand to her breast with modesty that didn't exist in her voice.
"Why don't you come in and get a drink?" she spun her beautiful dress swaying with her body that belonged to a twenty-year-old girl, other than a forty-year-old woman. Oryan was the first to follow with drool practically dripping down his idiotic face. I sighed as Lance pushed us inside the house.
If outside was a shock, then inside was mind-boggling. There were beautiful deep scarlet sofas and loveseats covered with drapes of red material of different shades, gold trim across the windows, and a beautiful ruby carpet to set it all off.
"Lance... why is everything so..."
"Rich?" he finished. I nodded. "Victoria, or Madam Call is highly respected in this area of town."
"Is she a..."
"Prostitute?" I blushed and nodded again. He chuckled, "No, she's a host." I nodded my understanding.
"No wonder Vince is so..."
"Slutty?" I glared.
"That's not the word choice I would have picked." He crossed his arms giving me a admonishing look. "I was thinking more... eager..." Lance chuckled as he slung his arm over my shoulder protectively and lead us into the kitchen. Victoria, and Oryan were already there sipping on drinks. Oryan shot me a grin, and a wink as he handed me an Amaretto Sour. Lance took his own shot of liquor.
I nursed the drink gently listening to the three of them gossip. After a few moments I nudged Lance in the side. He grunted and smiled down at me.
"Oh!" Victoria suddenly cried standing up. "I can't believe I lost myself!" she said grinning in Oryan's direction. "Where is, Vincey?" The cheery atmosphere dropped at the mention of Vincent's name. She looked slightly shocked then panicked as she turned to Lance who was standing there stiff. "Lancey?" she whispered cautiously.
"He... he was shot last night." The woman was silent as she set her drink on the counter. Oryan, Lance, and I were immediately at her side to help her to a chair. She settled down softly and wiped forming tears from her eyes.
"H-how...?"
"It's my fault." I muttered. Lance glared at me,
"Jace..."
"The man who shot him was looking for me... and I..."
"That's enough, Jace."
"And I should have been the one that was shot... but I wasn't..."
"JACE!" Lance yelled. I jumped and looked away wiping my own tears, Victoria looked back and fourth between us.
"Hence Olender?" Lance nodded and I froze at the mention of his name.
"Vicky... we need your help." Lance said quietly. The woman stood suddenly and stalked out of the kitchen.
"Follow me, boys."
~*~
Jace was about to follow Victoria out of the kitchen before I grabbed his shoulder softly.
"Jace... I..." I sighed, "I'm sorry." Jace stood there silently for a moment before sighing also and stepping into my embrace.
"Me too." We hugged for a few moments before I stepped back and handed him a white pill. He looked at it curiously.
"Its just aspirin." I said. "Your head must be pounding..." Jace winced at the mention of his head as if he didn't even realize it until I mentioned it. He sounded his thanks softly and swallowed the pill dry. I winced also at lying to him but... it was just too dangerous.
"Come on... let's go." I said and led him into the living room. It only took a matter of moments as I led him down the hall to the guest room before he started stumbling.
"Lance..." he whispered panicky. I swooped down and picked him up and carried him into the guest room before his legs gave away at him. "...What?" I bent over and settled him on the plush comforter.
"I'm sorry." I whispered and kissed him. He gripped my shoulders with his remaining strength as I kissed him gently.
"Lance... please don't..." I kissed his eyelids, and cheeks gently.
"I love you, Jace." I whispered as I kissed him to sleep.
~*~
I woke up to someone caressing my head gently. My eyes fluttered open and took a moment for them to clear enough to see.
"Lance...?" I whispered hoarsely. A throaty chuckled told me I was wrong.
"Jace, love..."
"Madam Call?"
"Yes... but you can call me Victoria, Jace." I sat up stretching my worn muscles.
"Lance left." It wasn't a question. She nodded, "That fucking bastard!" I snarled clenching the blanket. She chuckled again as she brushed my hair away from my eyes.
"Do you know why he came to me?" she asked. I shook my head, "I'm not only the hottest mom on this block, but I also have the biggest gun supply." I looked up at her astonished. She grinned deviously.
"Have you ever shot a pistol before?" I nodded. Lance had taught me how to shoot after the first Olender incident. "Do you love, Lance?" I looked at her and nodded,
"I'm really pissed at him right now, and might shoot his dick off but yea... I really do." She grinned happily.
"What will you do when you see, Hence?" I sat there for a moment before shrugging.
"I honestly have no idea." Victoria stood,
"Well, Lance told me to swear not to tell you where he went... but... I'm never one to keep promises unless they benefit me." I smiled up at her.
"I think... you’re the reason why I love Vince so much." She laughed full heartedly.
"Now what will you give me?"
LBB: OK! Back to the other idiotic storys! Hopefully the constipation will pass...
Bing: It's not constipation! It's writers block!
Bong: And plus we don't have modivation when you don't STFU!!!
LBB: What the hell?
Bing: He's highly medicated...
Hearts, Lemon Heads, and Green Apples from,
Lemon Bing Bong
Bing My Bong:
Bing: Play Catchup?
Bong: With mustard?
Bing: *glares*
Chapter One: Darkness
Chapter Two: Temptation
Chapter Three: Desperation
Chapter Four: Adaptation
Chapter Five: Abandoned
Chapter Six: The Truth
Savior Prequel: Save Me
Savior Side Story: Shall We Dance?
Savior Side Story: I Want You
Savior Side Story: Pierce Me Baby...
Savior Side Story: Therapy Session