My Saviour

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Oliver's pov

I was walking down the street, it was getting late but my boss had asked me to stay over to work for a few hours more.
I don't know why and when the idea of passing in a dark alley popped in my mind, but it just did, and now there I was, a pretty virgin boy walking down a dark and desert street at night.
Then it happened, I was threw to a wall and someone was beating me up. All I could hear between my cries and whimpers were the laughing voices of the two assailants, but then I heard something else, a motorcycle rumble, a loud one, then someone running in my direction, two thuds and a low voice speaking to me.

Allen's pov

I was having my usual nighttime motorcycle trip, when I heard someone screaming in pain. Yeah sure I liked to inflict pain as well and torture my victims but from the voice it seemed a girl or a very feminine boy, whatever I'm pansexual after all.
I stopped and ran in the direction of the screams and I was right, a pretty boy with pink hairs was curled up on the ground as two other men were watching, one was kicking him in the stomach and the other laughed.
I launched myself at them with my bat knocking them out, probably killing them.
The poor guy looked up at me as I knelt down and checked his status "You okay? Broke something?" I spoke to him but I didn't receive answer, he probably felt dizzy and shaken.

Oliver's pov

I did realize the guy was speaking to me but my body couldn't seem to answer my speech impulses, all I could do was pant heavily and gaze into those piercing red eyes that the dear guy in front of me had. After a bit all I could seem to say was a whispered "Thank you" before passing out.

Allen's pov

I checked the boy's heart beat and then carried him to my motorcycle. Yeah his poor conditions were just a pretext to bring him home with me but what should have I done? Leave him in the cold of the night? Nah, that wasn't right. When he was home with me I finally could examine him better: he was scrawny and bony, very slim and short, pale, and had freckles! Freckles were just too hot, even more because the boy had them on all his body and not only on his cheeks! How did I knew? His hands obviously, what did you thought, that I had stripped him out of his clothes? Yeah actually I did that, but I didn't abuse him, strange thing, I changed him into more comfortable and clean clothes, his were stained with his own blood. Afterwards I put him in my bed and patched him up, but as soon as I started an hiss came out from his mouth and his eyes fluttered open. Maybe it was just an illusion but I swore I had saw some pink in his eyes. He groaned in pain as I applied bandaids on his bruised skin and without looking up I asked him "How are you?"

Oliver's pov

I couldn't quite catch what happened but what I knew was that I was completely unfamiliar with anything around me. The room? Absolutely not mine, there were baseball players photos and film posters on the crimson red painted walls, a rugby ball, a normal baseball bat and another with those which seemed to be nails on it, with a suspect red fluid splattered on them. But what startled me the most were my clothes, I was wearing clothes that weren't mine. An oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Then I saw him, my saviour of the previous night, I assumed it was his house, his room. With these lights and my unfogging sight I could distinguish his features better: He had reddish-brown hairs with a cowlick that stood up from his haircut, some piercings on his ears and one of his eyebrows. He had some tattoos on his arms and I could say he was quite built. Only after having appreciated every inch of the other's body I realized he had made me a question tugging me back to reality
"Oh I'm sorry Dear what was it? I didn't quite hear you" I said hiding a tiny blush

No one's pov

"I asked you how you were doing" Allen replied and Oliver could see another piercing on his tongue "Just alright Dear Poppet, thank you for your aid, I really appreciate it" Oliver smiled at him "You can stay over for a few days if you'd like to" the American replied as the other nodded enthusiastically "Thank you, I'd really like to, so that I can return the favor you did me for patching me up" Oliver said before adding "What happened to my two attackers?" Allen looked at him "They're dead, I've killed them" Oliver stared at him wide eyed "YOU WHAT?!"

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