Red, White, and Royal Blue - Anything for You

Chapter 5

It's not too long after that when Henry realizes he is in a game of "you can run but you can't hide" with his former boyfriend. He's the rabbit and Paolo is the fox hunting for its prey. He's never felt so stuck in all his years of life, because he wants to tell his current partner everything that is happening. But he also is battling with the idea of the news getting out to him and having the older guy send a hitman to Alex. He doesn't want to live in a world without him because that life would have no meaning.

Being in the car long enough to his own thoughts made him think about how he sounded in bed and he wanted more of it. That's why right when Henry gets home, he gives his partner a passionate and deep kiss. Alex responds by returning the same energy and they make out.

"Someone... Came home... Horny," Alex says between kisses. Henry laughs against his mouth, still kissing him.

For a second Henry pulls away and puts their foreheads together. "You can say no but I would like to give you head."

"I'm definitely ok with that." Alex grins widely.

"Wipe that bloody smirk off."

Henry continues again. He feels the man's tongue against his, exploring the taste and feeling. He grabs his waist and pulls his groin to his own. This lets out a guttural moan in the back of Alex's throat. He pushes himself more, wanting to hear it again. He then grinds himself against the other.

"Christ," He hears from Alex.

The blonde rips off his boyfriend's shirt over his head and starts leaving a trail of kisses down his neck to his abdomen. He undoes his belt but Alex puts his hand on his shoulders to stop him.

"Not until you're undressed too."

They both remove the rest of the clothing off their bodies and Henry presses himself even more into Alex. He grinds more into him, feeling both of them grow hard.

"Shit," Alex wimpers. He's throbbing now, so Henry does his trail of kisses back down and takes him in his mouth.

The moans and gasps are music to his ears. He grabs his ass, pulling him deeper. Usually he likes to go slower, but he has never been more desperate to hear this man. He starts to hum so Alex can feel vibrations through his mouth.

"Oh god," The one standing up pants out.

That comment set Henry on fire in the best way possible. He is stroking Alex's dick with his wet tongue, feeling every inch and vein similar to how he did with his tongue earlier. He sucks all the taste it has to offer like he is his last meal.

"Fucking Hell! Baby! Shit!" Alex swears Henry is going to kill him.

Hearing his partner curse and moan is everything his ears want. You're with me right now, Henry thinks, I will protect you and you're going to be safe and you are going to be here with me in our home.

Alex breaks silently and draws out a long unsteady breath. Henry swallows the rest and catches the black haired guy before he falls to the ground. His legs are wobbly, unable to stand on their own. The Prince wraps his arm around his own shoulders and carries him to bed where Alex falls asleep blissfully. Henry, however, stays up with Alex in his arms and watches over him.

***

At work, Henry makes sure he schedules an Uber ahead of time to pick him up in case he has another encounter. Unfortunately, as he worried, he still has another meeting with Paolo. He arrived early in the morning where he was yanked inside a storage closet and locked the door. The ex turns on the light when they're inside.

"I had people turn off the cameras around all over the building. I learned my mistake from last time."

Paolo turns him around so his back is facing the other man and slams the front of his torso up to a blank wall. It happens before Henry fully wraps his head around it, and yet he knows he just has to take it.

Even when it is over and Paolo gives him a sloppy kiss goodbye, Henry stays in there. Work doesn't start for another half hour anyway, so no one is in the office at this time. He just stays there, trying to wait until the pain passes and he can leave.

During his quiet time in the storage closet, he thinks about the time when Paolo shot someone whom he kidnapped right in front of him when he was 18. He already knew their relationship was built on manipulation, and he tried to get out, but his ex thought it was a smart idea to show just how fucked up he was to make sure he stays with him. It was some person with a bag over their head. Henry didn't know their name, gender, or age. It was just a random body with a masked identity fighting to break free.

***

The next morning Henry wakes up and finds himself in an empty bed. A panic surges through him when he doesn't see Alex in the bedroom. He checks the bathroom and downstairs, soon realizing he's alone in the apartment. 

"Shit shit shit," He mutters to himself. He feels his heart beating out of his chest and adrenaline rushing through his nervous system. He tries to breathe in but no air arrives. He falls onto the couch, cradling in his legs.

By the grace of God, Alex comes in with two coffees. When he sees his boyfriend curled up, he puts down the drinks on the table.

"Jesus Christ, are you ok?" The man puts down the drinks and rushes towards his partner.

At first, Henry can't hear him. He's literally shaking, borderline convulsing. Tears are springing out of his eyes.

"I'm right here. I'm right here with you, can you hear me? Can you hear me Sweetie? Nothing bad is going to happen, you're safe. I'm right here." Alex is too scared to get too close because he doesn't know how he'll react to a sudden touch or vague gesture. He tries to only use his voice first.

The Prince can pick up the First Son's voice now. It's distant but it's there.

"A... Alex?"

"Yes, Henry, I'm right here. Breathe with me ok?" 

Finally, Henry averts his gaze towards Alex. He wraps his arms around him and holds him tightly.

"Thank God you're safe," The blonde whispers as he takes big deep breaths.

"You thought I wasn't safe?"

Henry breaks into hard sobs that make Alex's heartache.

"Baby, what is going on?" Alex's eyes burn bright red as his own throat gets choked up. "You're scaring me."

Henry chokes from his own cries. Alex puts his forehead on the other's and grabs his boyfriend's shoulder as a way of reassurance. He looks into his eyes are their heads are touching, which Henry responds by shifting his own gaze towards him.

"I got you," Alex says with a certain strength he's never had to show before. He says it so confidently, that Henry almost forgets who's protecting who. "I got you. Now tell me what is going on and I swear I will keep the both of us safe, you don't need to carry this on alone."

He really does almost tell him. He's about to give all the news to Alex so he can feel the sweet relief of weight off his shoulders. He wants to tell him, he really wants to.

But then he remembers the masked guy who was shot in the head. He knows Paolo isn't just an abuser and a predator, but he's also a murderer. The cruel thing he knows is that he will kill or torture Alex, or possibly both, and make sure Henry stays alive to witness and bear it all. He knows Paolo will never kill Henry, because without him he's got nothing. He'll torture him, he'll threaten and assault him. He'll do unspeakable things to him. But in the end, he'll never kill him. And that terrifies him even more.