GhostxToast one shots two

Plan 2

Toast was relaxing on the bed. It was comfy and soft.

Ghost on the other hand was pacing.

"Are you still trying to figure out why they wanted us to leave so quickly?" Toast asked, not looking up from his book.

"Y-Yes.." Ghost sighed. "It doesn't seem right."

Toast smiled a bit. "Sir, I'm sure it's nothing."

"It doesn't feel like nothing." Ghost huffed and fell onto the seat beside Toast.

"Maybe I can distract you?"

Ghost blushed. "You can try."

Toast smirked and lifted his head. He leaned down and slowly kissed his boyfriend. He gasped as he felt Ghost kiss back roughly.

Ghost smirked and pulled him closer, moving a hand through his partners hair.

"Mh!" Toast gasped. He moved onto Ghost lap and kissed down his neck, smiling. "I love you."

Ghost smirked. "I love you too."

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"Ah! Fuck!"

The boss smirked as one of his men held 'Toast's' hands behind his back. He placed his knee on his lower back and tugged his hair up, smirking.

'Toast' gasped loudly. His 'blue' eyes glaring at the boss, who sat with his legs crossed and two other men beside him.

"So tell us, Prince Johnathan. Where is your brother?" He smirked, his fingers sliding down his cane.

'Toast' tried to glare. "I-I keep telling you.. I don't know.."

The boss stood up and kicked him in the rips, forcing him onto his side.

'Ghost' was behing held to the wall by a knife. He was starting to twitch, but tried not to give it away.

He looked at the other two men. "We may as well leave. He doesn't know where they are." He looked down at the winded brit. "And I don't feel like having fun with him. Though he is cute."

"Ew. I have standards." 'Toast' muttered. He could taste the blood in from his split open lip. His body ached.

But his brother was safe.

One of the men smirked and walked over. They lifted him up by his collar.

"Shame. He is cute." He smirked.

'Toast' weakly kicked around.

The man raised his fist. "But he is no use to us. We came here to beat him and see if we can hold him hostage." He paused. "Hey, boss? We could use him to lure in Gavin?"

The boss smirked. "Good idea." He ran his fingers down 'Toast's' face. "He may not like you, but you are his little baby brother. I know he'd do anything to protect you."

"Yeah, no shit. What do you think I'm doing now?" 'Toast' thought, glaring at him. The boss was pressing his cheek so hard, he worried the makeup would come off and reveal his scar.

The man suddenly struck him across the jaw. 'Toast' cried out loudly, feeling his body fall to the floor. He was sure his ribs broke from the impact.

He felt a tear running down his cheek.

Wait, that wasn't a tear.

That was his blue contact lense.

'Ghost' gasped loudly, struggling against the man holding him.

"Oh, what do we have here?" The boss leaned down and picked it up.

'Toast's' eyes widened in fear.