BBS One-Shots

Be Still

"Come on, baby," a soft voice coerced. "It's won't be that bad. I'm better than him, I'm bigger and stronger. I'll take better care of you, too."

Evan flexed against the restraints, tried to move around, but the duct tape and chains that kept him bound tightly to the cold, steel chair made him quickly lose hope.

How long had he been here, begging for someone to find him, to stop this torture to him? The answer wouldn't come to him.

A hand ran down the side of Evans face, caressing his cheek gently, lovingly, almost longingly, despite the fact that this person knew they could do whatever they wanted to Evan and he wouldn't be able to stop them. Evan flinched away, trying to pull his head back, but found himself unable to do so.

"Oh, come on, now. It's not so bad. Just be still for a second. Actually, longer than that, but hold still and everything will be okay. I'll take good care of you," the voice hummed, hands trailing don Evan's sides. The played around with the brim of his pants, and Evan knew all too well what was happening, and he tried to block it out. He couldn't ignore the touches around his waist and his thighs, touching now-exposed skin.

A hand started to dip down his boxers, slowly crawling towards his middle. He wanted this to stop. A door banged open and the man hovering over Evan froze. He pulled his hand away and pulled out a knife. Hastily he cut away the restraints and pulled Evan out of the chair, an arm wrapped around his neck and a knife to his throat.

Evan saw Tyler appear, a gun in his hand when he stepped through the door, his eyes immediately catching sight of the man and Evan.

"Put the knife down," Tyler commanded, his eyes flicking over Evan. "Now."

The grip around Evan's neck tightened, causing him to choke. He whimpered softly, begging internally for the man to let him go.

"Put it down now and I won't spend the next month giving you hell."

The man knew the threat was real, so he did what he thought was the only thing left to do. Slowly, he loosened his grip on Evan and started to put the knife down, but at the last moment and stabbed Evan in the Chest, then turned the knife on himself, and plunged it into his heart.

Tyler ran towards Evan, kicking the man on the ground away before grabbing Evan and pulling his close. He knew that the stab wound wasn't deep. From the way Evan moved to the fact that he couldn't of plunged it in all the way fast enough to kill himself, Tyler knew Evan wasn't in any life-threatening situation, even though he had been moments earlier.

Tyler dipped down a bit, lips connecting easily, and Evan sighed, reciprocating.

"Let's get you home, owl boy," Tyler whispered, holstering his gun and swinging the Asian man into his arms.

Evan nodded, obviously happy to be away from the now-dead man.