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The red door was almost hot, almost in a warning not to enter. But Ian really had to go and shoved it open, it squeaking with resistance.

When he entered nothing was out of the ordinary, only the white wall shutting the bathroom off to the outside. It block everything and you needed to walk around it to get into the bathroom.

No noises where heard as his foot steps were loud against the tiles, slowly walking around the wall and into the main part of the bathroom. When he entered he froze in shock, two males where connected at the hips, one being shoved against the wall until he seemed like he might become it. Another person was leaning against the wall holding a weird smelling cigarette to his lips as he watched the couple grind against each other "holy fuck" Ian whispered under his breath. His eyes shot down to his wrist checking the time, 12:45 it read, almost blinding him when his brain registered the day.

"Hey Reece" a golden hair boy who was smoking the cigarette called out to a man looking out the window, he quickly looked over, not far enough to see Ian who was slowly taking tiny steps back, his eyes wide and his cheeks burning red.

There were literal drug deals going down in the bathroom while two people of the same gender had sex, what where wrong with these people.

A baggy with white substances was tossed over ti the man called Reese, and he shoved it in his pocket with out care. Cocaine.

Ian had almost got to the wall, and almost hide behind it when an abnormally large hand came around his waist and another came over his mouth to halt the scream of surprise "hi" a raspy voice chuckled in his ear. He let out a scream, it being muffled by the hand muting him but everyone in the room snapped their attention to him.

Without caring about their attention he struggled, kicking his feet out and trying to bite the hand holding him. Whoever it was, was much stronger then him and tightened their grip to a point where it had restricted his breathing. Ian shook when he couldn't take in a single breath and dragged his fingers over the arm keeping him captive, his eyes going wide when his lungs started to burn.

"Kiva, he can't breathe" the male pressing the other one against the wall said and pushed away to stand in the middle of the room, well aware of his very naked body, and his very hard dick.

The man holding him- Kiva- loosened his hold a bit for Ian to be able to take in a half breathe and he panted heavily, his lungs increasing when air filled them "that's it" the same man said, his eyes softening "stop choking people unless they ask" he told Kiva who let out a grunt and caught Ian under this arms.

Ian choked.

He started thrashing again, not feeling ground underneath his feet again and jerked his head backwards, connecting it with Kiva's jaw. Ian hit him hard enough that he dropped him and nursed his injury, taking that escaped he turned to scram out of the bathroom, a single hand caught him around the collar and hauled him backwards.

Loosing his footing, he tripped and went sailing right into the ground, holding his hands out to keep from smashing his face into the floor and let out a gasp "that little fūcker" Kiva growled and took an intimidating step towards Ian who let out a whimper and scooted backwards, shrieking when his back came in contact with a pair of legs.

Looking up he say a very naked dick snd screamed bloody murder, shooting forwards, right into Kiva's arms. Before he could escape his grip two restricting hands case him into a chest.

"Well he's a scaredy cat" another voice said and two pies of feet hit the ground "I don't think he's new" a voice answered another "me neither, and he knew about the rule" Kiva replied, his chest moving while he spoke "how do you know" a familiar voice said, and a hand rested on the small of his back making Ian go ramrod straight and resist the urge to fight.

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