What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Tight fitting blue suit.

Emory sat slouched in the carseat, looking around. The interior was mostly black, it was quite spacious, and the windows were really tinted. The cup holder had a large cup in it, and a rag beside it. Emory turned and looked at the backseat. It had a lot of room, and there was a pile of different files on the right. Before Emory could finish analyzing, Red slammed the car door, causing Emory to flinch and face front.
"Now then..." Red mumbled, starting the car. He glanced over at Emory and then pulled out of the driveway.
"Where are we going?" Emory asked, looking at Red.
"First of all, we need to get you some proper clothes."
"My clothes are fine."
"Fine my ass. You're getting new clothes, end of discussion, Emory." Emory rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat.
"Can you at least tell me why I need 'proper' clothes?" Red didn't respond at first, but then sighed and glanced over at Emory.
"We're going somewhere on the fancier side. I can't have you accompanying me if you look homeless." Emory scoffed and went to make a remark.
"Don't." Red commanded, his tone cold. Emory just decided to shut up for the time being, and look out the window instead.

The rest of the ride was silent, then they pulled up to a fancy looking store. Emory furrowed his eyebrows and unbuckled his seatbelt.
"The fuck is this place? Looks like all the shit in there costs thousands!" Red turned to face Emory, pausing for a second before speaking.
"Watch the language." Emory just rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah..." Red got out of the car and waited for Emory to do the same, then walked towards the doors. Emory followed closely behind, looking at all the stuff inside. As Red entered, an old looking man approached him and Emory. The man was wearing a very tidy kept suit, and had his hands behind his back. Emory snickered slightly but stopped once he received a stern glare from Red.
"Good day, sir, are you looking for anything in particular?" The man asked, he had a weird accent. Sounded like a fake British one.
"I'm just helping him," Red motioned towards Emory. "find some actual clothes." The man nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to Emory. Emory crossed his arms and looked the man up and down.
"I want to do a tight fitting blue suit. Preferably with a white tie." Red stated, looking at Emory then back to the man.
"Of course, sir, right this way." The man started to walk over to a corner of the store, both Red and Emory following him. Emory groaned, he wasn't too fond of suits and fancy clothing. Red slowed down a bit until he was walking right next to Emory.
"I want you to lose the attitude." He said, lowering his voice down to a whisper. Emory rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets, he was getting annoyed. Red put his arm around Emory's shoulder, pulling Emory towards him before leaning down and whispering directly into his ear.
"Lose the fucking attitude or we're gonna have a little 'chat'." Emory took his hands out of his pocket and removed Red's arm.
"Yeah, whatever." He muttered in response, shaking his head and looking down.

They eventually made it over to the section where a fancy blue suit was. Emory didn't pay attention to the suit and just looked to the price tag. "What the fuck? 10,000 dollars? This is insane!" Emory thought, turning his head towards Red. Red glanced at Emory but turned his gaze back to the suit.
"Where's your fitting room?"
"Just over there, sir."
"All right. Emory, try it on, please." Emory paused and actually looked at the suit. Yeah, it was pretty, but it wasn't something that would look good on Emory. Emory wasn't about to argue right now, so he just yanked it harshly off the rack and went into the changing room.

After about five minutes, Emory walked out and glared at Red. The blazer and dress pants were a navy blue, and the button up shirt underneath was black. The tie was also black, which wasn't what Red wanted but it looked good. Emory had left the blazer unbuttoned, as it was too much of a pain to do that. Red walked up to Emory, buttoning it for him instead. Emory rolled his eyes.
"It looks like shit." He grumbled, glancing at the man. Red finished buttoning it and turned to the man, ignoring Emory's comment.
"I'll take it." Red pulled out his wallet and handed the man a card, to which the man smiled and ran off.

Emory scoffed and tugged on the pants slightly, he preferred loose fitting clothes and Red had just bought him the most tightest fitting clothes Emory had ever worn. "This is so fucking annoying. A dumb 10,000 dollars suit for what? One occasion? So fucking stupid." Emory thought walking over to a bench near the fitting room. He sat down, putting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward.
"Sit up straight."
"Why does it matter?"
"Emory." Emory sighed but took his elbows off his knees and leaned back against the wall.
"Why are you so damn bossy?" Emory asked, narrowing his eyes at Red. Red took a second but spoke again, his tone harsh.
"This is your final warning, and I mean it."
"Yeah? And what if I don't fucking care? Did you ever think about that?" Red didn't respond and instead walked over to Emory, grabbing his arm tightly and lifting him off the bench. Emory grunted and tried to pull his arm away, but couldn't. Red grabbed Emory by his hair and forced him to look him in the eyes.
"I will give you one chance to apologize." Red muttered, tightening his grip on Emory's hair while keeping his hand on Emory's arm. Emory swallowed hard and his face twitched.
"Sorry." He mumbled, but that wasn't good enough for Red.
"That's not a good apology. Try again." Emory winced, the grip on his hair tightening.
"Okay, I'm sorry for acting like a dick and having an attitude!" Emory whined, pressing his hand up against Red's chest, trying to push him off but also not trying trying. Red stared at Emory for a moment before letting go of his hair and arm. He tapped Emory's cheek with his hand, lightly before speaking in a neutral tone.
"Good."

The man came back shortly after with Red's card and a receipt. Red thanked the man and then left the store, making sure Emory was following. As the got in the car, Red turned to face Emory, a serious expression on his face once again.
"Your behavior was completely unacceptable, and the only reason you didn't receive worse was because we were in a fancy store. If you ever act like that again, you're going to regret it." Emory nodded and fiddled with his thumbs, looking down at his lap.
Red sighed before starting up the car. He tapped his hand on the steering wheel before speaking again.
"You're fine, Emory. I'm not mad anymore."
"Okay..." Emory mumbled, he was never quiet when he spoke, but for some reason, Red had gotten to him.

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