Cow Chop One-Shots Yo

Aleks x Brett // Heist

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Can you do like a Brett/Aleks fake chop thing where Aleks gets hurt and Brett has to literally carry him out of wherever they are

Enjoy :)

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There was a point where Aleks and James split for several months. James was at home, wallowing in pity, while Aleks was hooking up with new people and continuing his heists. One of these new people was a local kingpin, Brett, otherwise known as Hundar. Of course, Aleks was attempting to sleep up the ladder, wanting to return to his previous role as the king of Los Santos.

However, Aleks wasn't strong enough to play with the big dogs. He was still battling the break up. As much as he wanted his power back, he couldn't help but want James back more.

Alone (or with his own gang) Brett was the strongest. He could smoothly plan and execute a heist, all without drawing any heat. He was smarter than Aleks or James, stronger too. Brett also had connections everywhere. He came into the scene after James and Aleks broke up, allowing him to rise to the top almost instantly.

Within the next few days, the heist they planned would be taking place. This one would be the biggest and most dangerous they had completed to date. There was no way they could escape the heat because of the location. They both knew it was dangerous. They both knew someone was going to die, no matter the amount of ammunition and body armor on them. Both feared the worst, but the money was worth more than their lives.

Brett had been planning the heist, down to exact minutes when people would strike. He calculated the civilian police deaths. He knew every square inch of the place they were going to hit, and Aleks knew what he had to do. On the day of, everyone loaded their duffel bags full of weapons into the getaway vehicles that would be dropping them off. Gloves on and masks pulled over their faces, they jumped out of the vehicle, bags across their bodies.

Brett and Aleks got into their positions. He gave Aleks the OK to do his job as Brett scrambled to do his. Both successfully grabbed their earnings while the others grabbed theirs. As the pair landed onto the 5th floor, another had alerted them of an early police presence. Someone told the police ahead of time. As Brett and Aleks were rushing to escape, NOOSE stormed the floor, smoking the place out. Brett and Aleks were separated as they ran for cover. One saw Aleks and began exchanging fire.

"Ah!" Aleks exclaimed as a bullet grazed his arm. Brett heard, and wanted to make sure his lover got away instead of him. As Aleks ran to regroup with Brett, he was hit in the left knee, collapsing to the ground. He let out a whimper as his forehead collided with the ground, knocking him out cold. "Aleks!" Brett called.

Out of anger (and adrenaline), Brett single-handedly cleared the entire floor of NOOSE. When the last one fell, he bolted over to Aleks. Crouching next to him, he brushed his blood-soaked blond hair away from his bloodied face. Brett heard labored breathing. He gently slapped his face a few times, desperate to see those beautiful brown eyes open again. "Aleks! Aleksandr! Wake the fuck up!" he yelled, but to no avail.

"Brett, you may want to get out of there, now." One of the others called over the radio. Brett had no other choice than to pick up Aleks' body bridal style. He quickly ran the 5 flights of stairs with Aleks limp in his arms. Tears stung at his eyes as he realizes he might lose his lover.

At the lobby, he met up with the rest of the group, jumping into their respective getaway vehicles. In the van with Aleks, Brett stroked Aleks' hair and cheek, just craving some sort of touch between him and his lover. It was a long and excruciating ride for Brett.

Once at the safehouse, Brett filled a small bag with ice and placed it on Aleks' forehead. He sprawled him out across their bed. While he was out, Brett took it into his own hands to remove the bullet lodged in Aleks' knee. Thankfully, it missed everything important and he was able to sew him up at home. Brett also bandaged his arm up. Brett sat with Aleks for most of the night, only leaving to ice some of his own bruises.

About 8 hours after they got home, Brett decided to move into the living room and try and relax with some television. Of course, he ended up falling asleep. "Brett?" a raspy voice called. Brett also assumed it was coming from the person tapping him on his shoulder. His eyes flew open.

"Aleks, why are you up? You should be back in bed. You're hurt-" Brett protested.

"Stop. I'm fine. How are you doing?" Aleks asked, hobbling over the couch next to Brett.

"I've been better. I'm doing better, though, now that I know my boyfriend isn't dead." He replies. Aleks cuddles into Brett's chest.

"Yeah, me too." Aleks replies, drifting back asleep on Brett. Brett places a small kiss on his forehead.

fin.