Pennywise And I

Chapter fourteen: Truth

"Don't, Henry don't I can help you find—" Bill didn't get to finish, Henry holding the club like a baseball bat as he charged forward and swung right at his chest.

The man was rather impressed with the boy's ability to take a beating. He'd seen bigger, stronger guys fall from much less. The little boy was stubborn, swaying on his feet, hands blocking rather uselessly but determinedly—The boy was actually fast. And fuck, he made the sexiest damn expressions when he was hit.

He gave it a minute, wanting to make sure he had a nice collection of bruises before he got involved. There was no way he was giving up on his human, not when he could see just how good he looked bleeding.

Bill stumbled to the floor, crashing sideways into a pile of trash while groaning in pain. He quickly tucked his feet back before victor could stomp them, flinching as he heard Henry and his other friend throw his bike some more. Hand coming up to block his face, it took him a moment, slowly peeking between his bruised fingers to find the man looking down at him with a bemused smirk.

"Feel like reconsidering, kid?"  The man asked, his yellow eyes intense as they took in Bill's huddled form. "Or do you just have a thing for pain?"

" I..." Eyes darting to where his bike bounced across the ground, Bill licked his lips, tasting blood and sweat. Damn it. Damn that fucking man to hell. "F-Fine."

"Fine what?" The older man asked, stepping closer.

God, he was worse than all of them combined. Glaring up angrily, bill growled. "Fine, protect me."

Grinning wickedly, the man took his black leather bag from his shoulder and let it drop to the floor. "You might want to look away, kid. This is going to get ugly."

The cocky, little... Holy crap.

Bill flinched as the man strode across the room, turned Henry by his shoulder with a quick wrench, and dropped the kid with a bone jarring punch. Fuck.

He should look away... He wanted to look away... But even with the terrible noises of fist hitting flesh, and teeth, and even an eye, Bill could not pull his eyes away from that man's perfect strength. The guy was some sort of monster; ferocious, brutal, and fuck—Didn't he look like he loved every second of it? Even the punches he took only seemed to make the man's vicious smile grow wider.

Eyes fixed on the whimpering, crumpled bleeding mess of the blond boy Bill could still not name, he didn't look up when the guy returned to tower over him.

"Kid?"

His voice was low, guttural, and sent a hot shudder through his entire body as he carefully raised his eyes to the older guy. He froze when he met the man's gaze. It was like looking into the eyes of a hungry, wild animal, the man splattered in blood, dripping sweat and smiling darkly. Bill swallowed with difficulty, his mind hot with thoughts of the previous night, the clown's lips on his, large hands, hard body.

Why was he suddenly thinking about that?

The man reached his hand out and Bill, not certain why, took it. He was hauled up to his feet, his arm throbbing from where he'd been struck earlier, only to be crushed up against the man's tall, strong body, familiar large hands grabbing his ass possessively.

"Wait, what are you—" Bill was cut off, the guys mouth crushing his, a hand coming up to hold the back of his neck so he couldn't pull away. He was slammed back against the wall, thighs biting into a crate as the guy ground his erection against him with forceful thrusts of his hips. Bill could only groan, gasping for air, the guy's tongue so demanding and suffocating as it pushed into his mouth, his large body and hands seemingly everywhere, tearing at his clothes, hot over his flesh.