Runaway Bride

Chapter 17: No escape

Author's Chapter Notes:

p.s. Sorry it's short.

Bill sighed as he laid on the bed, clad only in a towel as he rested on his stomach. Tom putzed about in the bathroom, making him almost amused. They'd continued traveling and were currently in Moscow to Bill's thrill. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other- or the amazing sex.They'd finally gotten past the cumming before penetration, but Tom was still so loving towards Bill. He smiled fondly at him even when he lost a card game- though that may be because Bill was adorable when he won.

They'd just finished another mind-blowing session in the shower, and Bill could count the number of times on a closed fist that he'd been so relaxed- or felt so loud. 

Bill heard the door open and turned to see Tom dabbing his jaw dry with the towel wrapped around his neck. He smiled, positive he was glowing as Tom's turned upwards in a lazy and satisfied grin. Knowing why he was so satisfied, Bill flashed back to when Tom had him pressed against the shower wall, legs wound around Tom's waist as he hit his prostate just right. Bill blushed, making Tom's grin widen mischievously as he stepped forward- clearly already rearing for another round. 

Suddenly, the lovely moment was shattered by the door bursting open, Bill sitting bolt upright in shock as their room was invaded. Tom didn't even have time to drop his towel before there was a gun at his forehead. Still, he used it to grab the thug's arm and jerk his gun from his hand.

Tom managed to fight off the men for a while but when he heard a shout, he was forced to look up in horror. A man held Bill in his grasp, a bigger man holding a knife to Bill's throat.
The man smirked at the predicament Tom was in, knowing he had won. Tom dropped everything and put his hands in the air, glaring

"Thought so. No one can resist such a pretty face..." he sneered as he let a hand slick up Bill's naked thigh. 

Tom snarled, and lunged. Two men grabbed him, making the leader laugh at Tom's situation. He looked at Bill and smirked. Bill glared and spat in his faced. The man growled as he moved to the side, and let two different men take hold of Bill who continued to struggle naively against his captures.

The man moved towards Tom while wiping his face and punched him in the face. Tom groaned, head falling forward. The thug grasped ahold of Tom's cornrows- already sore from Bill's gentle tugging of them in the bathroom- and yanked his face upwards to show his bleeding nose.
"Shoulda stayed dead, Tomi-boy," he mocked before pushing his head back down.

Bill growled possessively at the other man's use of his nickname for Tom as Tom spat blood on the floor. Struggles reinvigorated, he fought against his captors to get at the slimy man he now desperately wanted to kill.

The man grabbed a hold of Tom's arm as the other man released it so they both held him in an iron grip.

The sounds of footsteps echoed from steel-toed boots, and a new figure appeared in the doorway- face obscured with the only light available from his lit cigarette.

"Now now..." he spoke calmly to the struggling men, "Mr O'Donnelly wants to see you."

Chapter End Notes:Zack: Omg, is that the sound of an update?Tom: No, it's the sound of me strangling you. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! THIS STORY WAS FINISHED ON PAPER MONTHS AGO!
Zack: *cowers in fear* Review if you liked it! Bye! *runs*
Tom: *Chases after in pure fury*
Bill: *watches in amusement*