Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Twenty-One: Where Have all the Good Men Gone?

Camden

I lolled my head around on the pillows, seeing as that was the only movement I could muster. My wrists and ankles were tied so tight that I'm pretty sure I was bleeding a bit, so that ticked me off.

What kind of crazy guy decides to leave you tied in his bed, while he decides to stupidly attack your fiancé? I mean, Alex may be sexy and all, but Alistair has all my favorite traits, like being sexy, shy, sweet, and caring.

He's everything I could ever want! And bring a vampire was a plus! If th there's some sort of weird kink for fangs, I definitely had it. They were just too damn sexy.

"Man...sure wish money could buy freedom." I tugged my shackled wrist, hissing as the rope bit into my skin. I stared at the drips of blood that fell freely from the rope.

"I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night!"

"--He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight!"

I gasped, and whipped my head towards the now open window, to see another man, with glinting blue eyes.

He smiled. "I think I'm gonna like you, it's not every day I meet someone with the same music taste."

His heeled boots clacked along the floor, and he held a small dagger over me. I started bucking, trying to release myself from the restraints.

"Calm down!" He hissed. "I'm part of your rescue team. Your boyfriend and my husband are fighting off the guy who trapped quit it and let me do my thing."

He slashed the ropes like they were nothing, before hoisting me onto his shoulder.

"For someone of your size, your awfully strong." I murmured, staring at his butt.

"For someone of your size, you're awfully annoying. Shut up, twink. We're trying to make it past that dumbass ex of yours."

I scowled, but obeyed. We were soundless against the stairs and floor, which surprised me because he was wearing stilettos.

Man I sure wish I could wear those without dying. I'm sure Alistair would salivate...

My thoughts went deeper and deeper down the gutter, and the guy holding my made a disgusted growl.

"I know I'm one kinky bastard, but you just got hard on my shoulder, ya weirdo. Think about something else before I just toss you down these damn stairs."

I went thermonuclear. I managed to squeak our a sorry, and put my mind on grosser things.

The one time you walked in on Clyde and Lyra getting it on.

I grimaced at the memory. Nothing like trying to ask for some food and walking in on your godparents getting it on.

My mind through each memory like a slideshow, turning me off.

"Hey, it worked!" I could practically hear the other guy roll his eyes.

"All right, let's get our men." I cheered in response.