No No Vito

No. (41)

(A/N: I know I warned this earlier but this chapter gets a lot darker than I originally planned it to. It isn't necessarily awful, but it is cruel, I won't lie. I hope you all enjoy it a little at least and I promise they'll be reunited in the next chapter and we'll be back on track with the sweet stuff.)

It had been a week since Vito ran off, Kraglin and Yondu's relationship had become very strained over the days. Most moments, the first mate even refused to speak to him unless necessary, not that Yondu had much time to talk. After Vito wasn't home the second day, he immediately took up searching again, his heart aching to think of what might've happened to the boy. The most fearful thought being one he knew from experience, one he had always, always swore neither of his boys, or Kraglin for that matter, as well as anyone else he could protect and save from this fate, slavery. He doubted that anyone would take the boy as a battle slave, as he himself had been before he could even talk or walk right, but there were plenty other variations that he dreaded to consider.
Kraglin stayed on the ship, as far as the captain's knowledge went at least. The first mate had stepped out after Yondu was back and in bed to look since the second night, he would've the first day but all that arguing really took a toll on him and there was a small bit of hope that Yondu was right, that their boy would come home on his own.
It was one of these nights, though, that Yondu didn't come back when Kraglin was headed out. By chance, good or bad, depending on the perspective, they ended up at the same bar.
Yondu had wanted to forget the thoughts he had after Vito went missing, Kraglin had come down to his last resorts of places to look. He doubted Vito would come to one on his own and he so desperately held onto the idea of him not being taken but he had officially run out of places.
Kraglin narrowed his eyes when he caught sight of his captain and, with some hesitation, stormed up to him, sitting in the seat next to his.
"So this is searching?" he hissed. Yondu was admittedly startled, the alchohol he indulged in had lowered his guardedness and awareness, it was the only way he could be so vulnerable but at this point, the blue captain could care less. He just wanted to find his son.
He scoffed at Kraglin after he knew who it was who sat next to him and spoke so bitterly, "Already tried looking for the day, Krags. This is just to help my conscious," he growled back, "besides, you're one to talk or did you just 'mistakingly' walk in here?" he sneered.
"I'm in here because its the only place I haven't looked," Kraglin retorted angrily.
"You haven't looked here?" Yondu asked with another scoff, "Krags, this would be the first place slavers would take the boy or anyone else for that matter!"
"Well excuse me for not wanting to think of my little boy being kidnapped, Yondu!"
Yondu blinked slightly at that, Kraglin rarely called him Yondu, even after they agreed to be in a relationship. He looked him over a moment before leaning forward quickly, pressing his lips against his first mate's.
Kraglin almost wanted to pull away but he loved the way the kiss was going, still, he grunted in disapproval.
"Hey f*ckers! Get a room!" someone called out from the massive crowd in the bar. Yondu growled, usually not caring at all what other people said, but he knew Kraglin wasn't entirely ok with it either, though he hadn't pulled away which Yondu figured counted for something too. Reluctantly, he did pull away, red eyes meeting a blue pair.
"Look, I know we haven't been on the best of terms lately, ok? I know its been hard and I know it was my screw up that got us all in this mess and I know for a fact I don't deserve you or Vito..... but I wanna make this right. Ok? I wanna fix us and get our boy back, together. Ok?"
Kraglin felt tears in his eyes, he tried hard to not ever cry, ravager men did not cry, but that was what he had been needing to hear through this entire week of h*ll. The first mate sighed shakily, nodding slightly.
"Ok," he agreed softly, he looked around, "so I take it he's not here?"
Yondu shook his head, "He would've made it clear by now if he was," he mumbled slightly. Kraglin nodded, helping Yondu get up as the same voice from earlier shouted out to them.
"Yeah! Go on somewhere, take it out where we don't have to look at it!"
Yondu growled turning around, scanning a moment before approaching the person who had been yelling out to them. He was grey skinned with black hair done up in a mohawk that stuck up shorter than Kraglin's did. They automatically noticed the red creating half circles under his eyes and the Arches gang symbol in a tattoo above his eye that also had a piercing in it.
"You little scum," Yondu growled, jerking him close by the shirt he had on, "you picked the wrong day to mess with me, give me one good reason that I shouldn't whistle my arrow through your head right here and now," he snarled. Mouth curled up and ready to follow through with his words.
The mafia member laughed a little nonetheless, "What, old man, boss woulda figured you'd be happy without the little pest there to annoy you! We've been thinking of what to do with it!" he said then laughed again.
Yondu tended a moment but looked over his shoulder to Kraglin nodding him over, Kraglin obediently did so, eyes narrowed. Yondu whistled and his arrow flew out of his holster, dangling a few inches in front of the man's forehead. He admittedly hushed a few seconds out of uneasiness, looking between the captain and the first mate.
"Now, listen here, boy. That is my son. However, he's also my first mate, here's, son. Calls him daddy," he said sparing the more usual 'mama' for Kraglin's sake, "and his daddy has been real tore up. Hey daddy," he said looking to Kraglin, "why dontcha show this gentleman one of yer knives? Sharp, pretty one," Kraglin obliged, pulling out a knife from his chest pocket, gleaming it in the light, he kept a straight face which could've arguably been scarier, "now. What's gonna happen here is yer either gonna squeal and tell us where our boy is or, daddy's knife here is gonna become real good, close friends with each of your fingers. All up to you."
"I-I wan my pa-papa!!!" Vito wailed, little tone back, blood leaked steadily past his lips from biting too hard on his tongue and a firm smack on his head making them sink even further into the muscle, enough to puncture it. He was grateful the rag was away from his mouth now because he certainly didn't want to taste that.
"Oh well, 'papa' don't want you. He didn't pick up, twerp," Dominique sneered, "now. I'll ask again before Dengar gives you another swat on the head for being a bad boy. What is your papa's next jobs??" Dominique stood up, looming over the little.
"I-I dunno!" Vito insisted again, "M-mama do job a-an dat aww I know!!"
Dominique snarled a little, but nodded to his lackey Dengar grinned maliciously, as if enjoying smacking Vito around, and gladly delivered another harsh hit to the back of his head making Vito's head rock toward and once back in its original position, he got another directly on top of his head. Vito cried even louder at this.
"You gonna stop lying??" Dominique shouted. Vito tried to shrink down in fear, still crying. He was shaking uncontrollably at this point.
"I-I not! I n-no-not! Pomise! I pomise! P-pease stooooop!" he pleaded with a pitiful hiccup. Dominique scoffed at him, shaking his head.
"Ok. Fine, you wanna be a little brat? You wanna lie? Fine. 'Uncle' Dominique and Dengar will just have to teach you some manners," he looked to Dengar, "you know, I think the baby needs another accident," he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the nearest wall. Vito tightly shut his eyes and whimpered, the pants he had on were soaked through and he most certainly had a rash as well as a some blisters and cuts along his skin which definitely felt bad against it.
Sure enough a hit soon met his stomach causing the diaper to be used even more and earning another cry. Dengar popped his knuckles looking to Dominique who took a moment to survey Vito then nodded his head out, "Its late, probably the baby's bed time. We'll let him rest and see if he's ready to talk in the morning," Dengar gave a purposeful snarl at Vito to scare him, then walked out with Dominique who turned the light off as he left.