LOVE SYNDROME [NAN & MAC] - Short Stories

Chapter 17 - Vengeance (Part 2 of 2)

He fanned himself, the stuffiness of the warehouse clinging to his Balenciaga shirt, the material suited for the plane he was to catch to Macau once this was complete. Rising to region leader was his biggest achievement, no more an unknown henchman but a leader with men of his own. He would them a couple of more minutes to blow off steam before finishing those two off. There was no need for them, although one could be good for sale, skin and clothing not matching the pay scale such low life cops and their likes had. That one had a good mouth too, spitting and striking continuously, he had to applaud the attempt to hurt him// if ever that was possible, that is// he huffed in mocking glee.

" Five more minutes and be ready to roll. No living traces gentlemen" he reminded them, rising to his feet, a good stretch, relaxing his muscles, but a wheezing noise buzzed by his ear, the bastard still alive to speak.

" Let him...go...Fucktards! ...Son of a bitch...I'll kill you "

There was always one with exceptional heroism, also always the first to die too, might as well see to it, he thought, walking over to the other side, to meet the noisy one.

" A little overacting, don't you think, in your present condition?" he mocked, coming to stand in front of the handsome, bloodied one.

He may have limited movements here but his mouth was his own, blood mixed with spit splattering on polished loafers, disgust masking his appearance.

" Dirty fuck!" Mac spat, taking delight at upsetting the man. Everywhere hurt and he would lose consciousness in a bit, maybe to never awake again but his anger needed an outlet, finding it in the worse person possible as a kick moved his enclosure, the motion swaying him to the side, against others stacked up.

Kan hated and admired those angry eyes, unflinching at the resentment, smiling as he counted the final seconds to their demise. The other may have already died, judging by how quiet it was while this one kept twitching.

Sounds of scuffle, the closed doors rattling, Kan was quick to hide behind stacked crates, the action alerting as much as it confused Mac.

" What the fuck was that?"

His question was met with a body crashing through the room, Wei following closely.

" Wei?"

Speechless. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, even Wei in all his time with Nan, never did such a heinous act such as this to anyone. Kan went unnoticed, slipping slowly along the edge, behind crates as Wei rushed out to get Nan. Mac mustered all his energy, or rather what remained to lift his head up, grateful for the tall man bursting in then.

" MAC!!!"

" Nan?"

" What the fuck is this? Mac?" Nan kept calling out, appalled by the sight. He could only get a finger past those small holes, bloody fingers reaching for his as blood, snot leaked steadily, Mac sobbing in relief //Nan was here now//.

" How do I get it off!!!"

The frustration made his hand slippery with sweat, his eyes holding on to wet ones peering up at him, gratitude in them, anger and affection in his, wanting to hold that familiar body close. Tugs to the padlock didn't budge, the item new and solid. His own fingers were becoming bloodied with pull, the sharp edges scratching his fingertips, showing no mercy to anyone who touched it roughly, doing exactly what it was intended to do. The solution would come in a rather primitive way, Wei staggering in with a rock, bigger than his palms, Nan taking it into his own swiftly, adjusting to get a grasp before crashing against the lock.

Once... twice... thrice...the fourth..

It came free, with it his Mac into his arms, for a solid hug. Nan's grip was hurting him, yet the beaten man didn't mind, focusing on those hands roaming his body, lips muttering "Mac" on repeat, Nan was admitting to himself it was indeed his lover. A ruffle to his hair, Wei having to touch him to believe before he stood up to step out, giving those two space, to go fight whoever remained.