The Room [BL] {Poly/MxMxM+...}

Run

When Jace woke up from his nap he immediately noticed that he wasn't in a car anymore. He was in a room, on the ground next to a king-sized bed for reasons he couldn't place. The blankets on the bed were navy blue with matching pillows. He guessed the sheets were white like the walls which in themselves were normal enough.

If you looked past the blood stain in the corner.

The floor was hardwood. Easier to clean blood off of, he shivered. Jace got up, now noticing he was no longer tied up, and his jaw was free. He moved it around a bit to loosen it as it was stiff and sore from hours in that car. He looked around. 

The bed was centred against the back wall and there was a black nightstand on the other side of it with a fancy-looking lamp on it, but the one drawer oddly had a lock on it. The closet was built into the wall in front of the bed. Closed, but luckily not locked. Next to the closet was a dresser the bottom drawer had a lock on it like the nightstand. The rest didn't. The door was on the opposite side of the bed from him.

This room gave him the creeps. Jace didn't know where he was, but he wasn't going to let fear get to him yet. He had to focus. He decided to look around and figure out what he was dealing with. Jace tried the door first which was unsurprisingly locked. Then he proceeded to walk over to the closet, opening it to reveal a decent amount of sweaters, mostly darker shades of colours but not all black and grey. There was a suit hanging up as well, it looked like it had never been worn.  He looked at the sweaters, noticing how many of them, like the suit, didn't seem like they had ever been worn.

Jace scrolled through them until he was met with one that seemed different from the others. The orange of it was almost hidden behind a dark green hoodie. Out of all of them, it didn't seem to belong, yet it seemed more worn than the others. The orange stood out from the darker shades. The sweater had a logo, a black circle with the shadow of a lunging cobra was stitched to the front. He checked the pockets as an afterthought.

Stepping back from the closet he turned to check the dresser instead. The shirts in the first drawer were quite nice, casual clothes and the pants in the second gave off the same vibes. It was a decent wardrobe and the clothes seemed like they were actually worn regularly, unlike the sweaters. Jace opened the third drawer, and he felt his heart skip about ten beats, or maybe it completely stopped. These clothes had bloodstains on them and were quite worn. He closed the drawer like it was on fire. He was horrified and willing to bet the blood was human. Jace stepped back, utterly shocked. He was probably dealing with a psychopath.

He was so done with this place and whoever these sickos were, he wasn't interested. He took another step and felt his back hit something hard. Too tall to be the bed and the wall was still too far back. Jace stopped breathing as two arms wrapped around his torso. Whoever this was, they wanted him to find those clothes.

"You know, it's quite entertaining to watch you find the things you all see as disgusting and wrong." The voice was deep and seethed with raw power and authority. As if the man knew the whole world would do anything he asked of it. Jace had initially assumed it would be his kidnapper, but this definitely wasn't the Zane character who had driven him here and sung along to anything he could. Even ads. This guy didn't seem like the type to goof around. Plus he had Zane's annoying voice stuck in his head. It was recognizable now. 

That wasn't the only thing that set him off. The man had said "you all" What the hell did he mean by that? Jace really didn't want to stick around to find out.

The man's hand moved to trace the brown collar around Jace's neck. He hadn't noticed it until now. Jace sucked in a breath, putting his hand to the collar as well. This guy seemed to like taunting people. "Who- who are you?" Jace's voice shook but he didn't care.

"Allen, Allen Karion." Allen turned him around so that Jace could look at him while Allen kept a hold on the human's shoulders in case he tried to pull away. 

Allen was tall and seemingly muscular under those clothes with jet-black hair and yellow cat-like eyes. Jace had never seen anything like it in anyone. Allen's pupils were slits, like a cat's. That wasn't the only thing that caught his attention. There was a tattoo of a skull. Thirty percent of the tattoo took up a quarter of his face. The bottom right side. The rest of the tattoo was around the underside of his chin, his neck, and a decent amount of his ear. His eyes trailed down, Allen's shirt showed some of his frame but the rest Jace would have to imagine.

Allen just watched the human, amused. It was interesting how easily you could figure out what they were thinking. This one was no different. Jace looked back up at Allen, meeting his eyes. "Is this your room?"

Allen hummed "I'm not sure that you actually want to know after your reaction to those clothes." He stepped forward, forcing Jace to step back towards the dresser.

"Just tell me."

"You shouldn't go around demanding things you already know the answer to." Allen took another step. Jace was now partially pressed to the open drawer and he cringed as his hand slipped and landed in the mess of blood-stained clothes. "Except," He continued. "I share the room. With my.. Partner."

"Whoever this person is, I'm not interested." Jace pulled and ducked out of Allen's grip as if to add effect to the sentence, and get closer to the door.

"Someone has some confidence." Allen turned towards him, "I can fix that. You'll break just like all the others," He just smirked at Jace when he saw the terrified look in his eyes then cooed. "You're too easy to scare," He grabbed onto Jace's collar and forced him forward. Loving the surprised yelp he got in return, "Puppy."

"Puppy?" He muttered. Allen just hummed in return. "That's the stupidest nickname ever."

"Is it?" Allen's hand rested on Jace's neck. "You seem too warm for it to be that stupid." Even if Jace liked the nickname, that didn't mean he liked the person at all. This man was obviously dangerous and hurt people.  "You have olive skin, this specific shade. That's what it is." Allen said while admiring the specimen in front of him.

Why did that even matter?  Jace didn't understand why Allen said that or why he was admiring Jace like a gold trophy. There seemed to be a lot he didn't understand about these people. Allen seemed so serious, so why did he seem to be working with Zane? The obvious idiot. He pulled away from Allen, feeling disgusted. "Don't touch me,".  The man sighed before he grabbed Jace's arm and pulled him close to the point he had to look down. Jace could feel Allen's warm breath, their faces were so close now. 

Allen was going to hurt him. He could tell by the look in the man's bright yellow eyes. Allen must have anger issues and Jace just triggered them. He didn't want to die here, he couldn't. Breaking out of Allen's deadly grip, Jace ran through the door that had been left slightly ajar. His heart was beating fast now. The halls looked like they stretched on forever in all three directions. All three looked the same. White walls and hardwood flooring. Left, right, and straight. Jace went left. He didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't handle staying with Allen any longer.

 There were so many closed doors here, They all looked the same. It must be impossible not to get lost. Jace saw a turn and took it. Left again. He ran about halfway through the hall before turning into a random room on the right that was luckily unlocked. It was a bedroom but no one was in it. He shut the door behind him, locking it.