Going...home? (TW/AA)

Royally Fucked (23)-part 2

A/N
Just a lil cheeky pic from Greece 😍

⚠️Also T.W cos of mentions of blood and torture n shit ⚠️

Scott twisted the pliers about until he had a good grip on Liam's nail before making eye contact with the younger man. He would break the beta, even if it took all night. If there was one thing Scott thought he had, it was time.

Liam refused to be the first to break eye contact even though there was nothing that he want to do more than to just curl up in a ball and pretend that this was all a bad dream. But when Scott yanked, Liam couldn't pretend. His eyes watered as he looked down at the pliers that were now no longer near his finger. A single nail was held tightly in between the pincers, blood dripped from the jagged end of what used to be a nail bed and dripped onto the dirty floor.

The room swam in Liam's vision as pain shot up his arm. Before he even had a chance to catch his breath or calm down, he felt the now wet pliers on his next finger. He opened his eyes and saw Scott adjusting the pliers a second time before yanking and ripping out another nail. This one almost didn't seem as bad, the adrenaline coursing through Liam's veins helped numb the pain ever so slightly. At this point he was sure that he was delirious from blood loss and adrenaline, the feeling of a new nail growing where the original had just been ripped out sent stabs of pain up his arm. This was excruciating.

"Ohh Liam, 2 down, 8 to go..."

POV to Mitch

Unfortunately for dear Liam, Mitch was in a bit of a pickle. He had waited the designated 10 minutes until Liam was supposed to be out of the building, but 10 minutes came and went and no Liam was present. Mitch was no idiot and knew that something had to be wrong. After a quick call to Stan, they decided that it would be best if everything was checked out, discreetly, of course. So Newt had been sent out and was now stood next to Mitch.

"So what's the plan Mitchy?"

"Check the building for open windows, I think there's a basement and that's probably where we'll find them. Scott won't be armed so don't worry about that." Mitch was in his element, his trained eyes taking in his surroundings and his intimate knowledge of the area and Scott allowed him an insight Newt could only dream of.

"Why do you assume Scott won't be armed?" Asked Newt, a perfectly reasonable question as he wasn't about to charge at some psycho with a machine gun if he could help it.

Mitch smirked and rolled his eyes. "Scott is too self absorbed, he thinks that he's a god because he's a True Alpha so he doesn't see the need to lower himself to the point where he has to use pathetic human weapons."

Newt nodded along with what his Mitchy was saying, Scott's narcissistic nature lead to him making stupid decisions and making Mitch's life a hell of a lot easier.

Newt walked round the left of the building whilst Mitch walked around the right. They both had glocks tucked into the back of their trousers and a small blade strapped to both their ankle and their belts. Even though the likely hood that Scott would have a gun was less than zero, neither was prepared to take that chance.

Newt walked round the side and spotted one window that had a pane of glass missing. He neared it and carefully put his arm through the empty pane and tugged at the latch. The latch was rusted and dusty but with a bit of effort Newt managed to get it unlatched. Then he pushed up the window as carefully and slowly as he could, wincing when it screeched against the friction caused by weathering and age. When he got it high enough for him to fit through it a problem appeared, the window was too old and weak to support itself.

Newt carefully lowered the window down again and began to search for something strong enough to support the window for him to get inside. He jogged over the a small tree that was planted not far from the window. He knelt in the dirt and began to look for a stick big enough to hold the window up whilst he climbed through. The sound of a twig breaking to his left made him crouch defensively and rip his gun from his trousers.

"Newt," Mitch sighed, "it's not that I don't love seeing you on your knees for me, but what are you doing?"

Newt blushed and stood up, put his gun back into the waistband of his jeans before clearing his throat.  Mitch watched his Adam's apple bob and felt something react inside of him at the delicious action.

"There'll be time for that later Da- er- Mitch" Newt stammered.

Mitch's eyebrows shot up and he slowly made his way over to Mitch. He stopped once he was 1 metre away and allowed his eyes to take over Newt's body. Newt shifted his weight and fiddled with his hands, suddenly ver nervous and very turned on.

"Later." Promised Mitch, " we have a job to do."

"Such a bloody tease." Muttered Newt under his breath, however it was still very much loud enough for Mitch to hear. The latter gave Newt a look that told him his little comment would not be going unpunished.

A/N

I hope you like this new chapter! I know it's gone in a darker direction but I felt like it so oh well.

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME TRAILER THO COS I STG IMMA SELF COMBUST

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PS if anyone is up to writing some more err... spicy scenes pls let me know