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works/10879509.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV), Charlie_Countryman_(2013), Adam_(2009)
  Relationship:
      Nigel_(Charlie_Countryman)/Adam_Raki, Matthew_Brown_(Hannibal)/Adam_Raki
  Character:
      Nigel_(Charlie_Countryman), Adam_Raki, Matthew_Brown_(Hannibal), Darko_
      (Charlie_Countryman), Beverly_Kats_(Hannibal), Neal_Frank_(Hannibal),
      Johnny_Morgan_(AHS), Various_Cops
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Abduction, New_York_City, Teen_Adam_-_Freeform, Taxi_Cab
      Killer, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con, Frightening
      situations, Sexual_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Brief
      Graphic_Rape/Non-Con, Human_Trafficking
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-11 Updated: 2017-05-12 Chapters: 5/? Words: 8658
****** T A X I ******
by toni_of_the_trees
Summary
     Almost as if time had slowed out of nowhere, Nigel's eyes widened-
     staring at the flying taxi, his lips parted
     when he saw a boy in the backseat. He hurried his steps when he
     noticed the young man was slamming his fists
     against the window, screaming something muted behind the glass. Even
     in the quick pass he had managed
     to make tearful eye-contact with him, the blue terrified eyes sending
     Nigel's heart straight to his stomach.
Notes
     This issss...not a pleaseant thing
     Ss~oooo...
***** l o s t ca l l *****
 
 
[nigel] [taxi]
 
 
 
Nigel stared down at his boots as he walked down the city's sidewalk, hands in
his leather jacket pockets
unmoving any time a passing person bumped shoulders with him.
He blinked up when he heard tires screech somewhere in the distance, glancing
to the road as he walked
to see the source of the sound was a taxi.
The black and yellow vehicle burned it's tires when it took the turn onto the
street he was walking beside,
the tail end slipping a bit before correcting and trying to take off again.
Nigel looked around for half a second, wondering why no one else was
flabbergasted by the action, he turned
back to watch as the dangerously speeding car swerved around another and
finally passing himself.
Almost as if time had slowed out of nowhere, Nigel's eyes widened- staring at
the flying taxi, his lips parted
when he saw a boy in the backseat. He hurried his steps when he noticed the
young man was slamming his fists
against the window, screaming something muted behind the glass. Even in the
quick pass he had managed
to make tearful eye-contact with him, the blue terrified eyes sending Nigel's
heart straight to his stomach.
Without thinking for more than a moment, Nigel found himself running after the
car, pulling his phone out
of his pocket and dialing 911.
He shouted for someone to stop the cab while the phone rang a tortuously long
few seconds, the walking people
around him only giving him confused looks when he rushed past them trying to
keep up with the car.
"Hello?! I think I just saw- wait, HEY, STOP THAT TAXI CAB!! There's a boy in
the back, it looks, like 6509!"
The cab slowed as it approached a traffic filled stoplight.
A man with dark black hair and a baseball cap noticed Nigel's shouts from a few
yards away, looking away from his phone
to see the taxi he was yelling about as he ran towards him.
The man scrunched his brows and stepped toward it when he noticed the person in
the back seat trying his
best to open the door, crying as he looked up to him and screamed muted cries
behind the window.
"Hey, what the fuck- hey are you okay?! Hey, open that fucking door!!"
Nigel was only a few feet away when the man stepped closer and called out for
the driver to 'hold up a minute', the light
turning green a split second after- allowing the cab to suddenly squeal a harsh
burnout and speed off to the
opposite intersection.
Nigel and the stranger cursed when they both reached out to try and grab the
tail and handle, missing with startled shouts.
"FUCK!" Nigel yelled, darting a foot into the road before being snatched back
to the sidewalk as a passing car almost clipped him.
"HEY YOU'RE NOT GONNA BE ANY HELP IF YOU GET FUCKING HIT ON THE WAY, WHAT THE
SHIT JUST HAPPENED, WHO
WAS THAT?!" The stranger let the collar of Nigel's jacket go and stared at him
with wild confused green eyes.
"DO YOU HAVE A CAR, WE NEED TO FOLLOW THAT FUCKING CAB, NOW!"
"Alright, hey, fuck, hurry up this is my truck-" The man ran a few feet back
and they both jumped in, the stranger
taking off and blowing through the light just as it turned red.
"He's way the fuck ahead, tell me what you know before you forget dude, what
the hell happened?!"
"I don't know, I lost the call on my cell to the police. I was walking and the
taxi flew down the road and I saw a boy that looked
like he was trying to get out stuck in the backseat. The way he was driving I'm
sure he wasn't about to let him." Nigel panted
as he spoke, looking down at he cell to try and redial but stopping when he
thought about his own situation.
"Did you know the kid? Did you see the driver?"
"....no...I didn't know him. I didn't see the driver either. I saw the boy
though. I...need you to call the authorities and
report what I tell you I do know, if you really give a shit about the child. I
could wind up in prison if I'm in anything
like this, please, don't let them know I was the first witness?" Nigel asked as
he deleted the call from his cell.
"Shit, to be honest I'd get fucking tossed in the can too with my record, what
do you remember, just tell me before
you forget!" The man glanced at him for a second before looking back to the
road and swerving around other's,
trying to keep his eyes on the very distant speeding cab.
"I was walking, then I heard the tires burn out turning off a road onto the one
I was walking down. Then I'm chasing a taxi
that just sped through an intersection, there's a young man that looked to be
in trouble in the back seat trying to get out,
they slowed down at Jefferson and Fifth but they cut the light when the traffic
passed through and saw you approach-
the cab number is 6...509."
"Right, okay, I saw the kid too, probably better than you so, I know- blue
eyes, white, dark short curly hair combed all neat,
white sweater, red plaid collar poking out of it, maybe pink I donno, he looked
scared as shit...fuck dude. He looked like fucking 17.
No one else around you saw it pass by?" The man cringed as he almost hit a car
he avoided, snatching the steering wheel to the next
lane with several fists slamming into the horn.
"Fuck-" Nigel gripped the handle above his door as he tried not to slide across
the seat, "-No, if they did they're cowards, I got more
crazed looks than the damned abduction did."
"6579?!" The driver asked as he tried to find the taxi among a sudden cluster
they drove up to.
"No, 65 ZERO 9...shit..where'd he go?"
The two sat in silence for a moment, searching the bunch of lit numbers above
yellow vehicles around the truck. They both snapped
their eyes up when they heard tires screeching once more, spotting the cab as
it reversed from one side of the opposite intersection
and switched to speed straight across where they were stopped.
"That's him-" Nigel muttered as they both watched the taxi cross- the young man
in the back seat pounding his fists to the glass
between him and the driver now instead of the back windows.
"Oh hell no, I'm not about to watch this mother fucker get away this close-"
Nigel gripped the handle again when the truck backed into a car behind it,
grunting as he jerked against the impact. The wheels twisted
and allowed him to escape the tight traffic with a roaring engine taking off
after the escaping cab.
"Hellvicta- what's your name?" Nigel asked with a shocked heavy breath,
slightly worried the man would get them killed with his
sudden reckless driving.
"Matthew- you?"
"Nigel, fuck- I thought I'd be leaving secret messages to the police hoping
they'd find the boy, last thing I expected
was a vigilante' ten times crazier than myself." Nigel scoffed, eyeing the
younger man that glared at the road he maneuvered
skillfully but frighteningly after the just as dangerously driving cab.
Matthew glanced at him again, frowning as he did then back to the road.
"...I know an abduction when I fucking see one...."
---
***** Almost Perfect *****
Chapter Summary
     "Okay, I will...just, please stop pointing that at me please it's
     dangerous~"
     "That's the point, brat, now move." Adam gasped when a bag was
     suddenly pulled over his head,
     grunting as he was dragged out the other side by a new set of hands.
     He clawed at the thick arm wrapped around his throat, kicking at
     cement as his tennis shoes scraped
     and dragged against his fighting. One of the white sneakers came off
     and dropped, his socked foot left
     to continue flailing.
Chapter Notes
     Johnny - Johnny Morgan from AHS *clears throat* cause I like Dylan
     McDermott.
     (dissapointed)
     Neal - Neal Frank from Hannibal *clears throat harder* cause I like
     Zachary Quinto.
     (is that supposed to hurt me?)
     You know, Neal, the guy Bedelia shoved her arm down his trachea like
     a fucking psycho savage?
 
[JOHNNY MORGAN] [NEAL] 
 
Adam stood clutching his satchel strap on the sidewalk, raising his hand as
cabs passed by.
One finally stopped and pulled up to the curb, but Adam watched curiously as
the driver
climbed out the other side. "Oh-" He breathed, assuming the man wasn't
answering his call
for a taxi after all.
He raised his hand again but dropped it when the man greeted him and opened the
backdoor.
"Oh! That's nice of you, I've never had a cab driver actually get out and do
that, thank you." Adam
smiled and climbed in, gasping when the man suddenly leaned most of his body in
after him.
The man's back was thick enough with broad shoulders enough to block the view
of any by-passers
seeing into the car as he hovered over the boy.
Adam stared wide eyed into the man's dark blue eyes shaded by a baseball cap,
glancing down
at the pistol pressing into his chest.
"Give me your cell phone, and stay quiet or I'll pull the trigger."
"O-okay..." Adam fumbled his hands over to his satchel and pulled the cell out,
handing it over
as he watched the leather gloved hand take and pocket it.
"Be a good boy and stay put." He leaned back out, slamming the door shut before
Adam had
a chance to try and escape.
He whined as he tried to open it while the man circled the cab, the handle
disconnected from the
door he tried to roll the window down- also no response.
"H-hey, HEY!" Adam started to knock frantically on the window, hoping to catch
anyone's attention
as he heard the driver door shut.
"Please let me out, you got my cell phone, I can give you my bag, it's just
books but they're expensive
books-"
"Shut up back there and just be patient, we'll get to the fun stuff soon."
Adam's nerves ran cold at that, turning to begin slamming his fists on the
window as he shouted.
A woman paused and noticed him finally, furrowing her brow as the muted shouts
and panicked
young teen looked so terrified and confused.
"Are you okay?!" She stepped over, reaching out to try and open the door. She
gasped when the cab
suddenly peeled off with screeching tires, running a few feet as she shouted
for him to stop.
"Oh my- oh goodness, someone call 911 I think that cab just stole a kid!"
---

Matthew drove slow, searching the streets they passed as it started to clear
into a more rural area
leaving the city.
"Can I ask what you meant by knowing an abduction when you see one?" Nigel
asked.
Matt glanced at him and back to the road. "...my kid brother got snatched up
when I was younger. I
was too fucking dumb to understand what was happening. Found him three weeks
later in a ditch."
Nigel frowned and nodded, blinking away as he sighed and apologized.
"I should ask if you've actually got a plan when we find this guy?" Matt asked,
glancing over to see
Nigel lift his shirt and flash a gun nestled in his waist band.
Matthew scoffed and did the same to show his own, a much more flashy designed
one with black
swirls etched into the white handle.
"How did we fucking lose him god dammit..."
"Lots of cabs in the city, difficult to read the numbers when there's hundreds
of them. But we know
his, so keep your eyes out for it. These apartments aren't well lit so, just
look for yellow."
Nigel muttered as he stared at the passing buildings.
"Course."
---
Adam breathed heavily as he watched the man round the car to his side. "Where
are we- please just
let me go, my father is going to be worried, he's not well-" He stopped and
gulped when the gun was
shoved against his cheek now, the man's hot breath huffing into his face as he
hovered inside again.
"Get out, and stop talking."
"Okay, I will...just, please stop pointing that at me please it's dangerous~"
"That's the point, brat, now move." Adam gasped when a bag was suddenly pulled
over his head,
grunting as he was dragged out the other side by a new set of hands.
He clawed at the thick arm wrapped around his throat, kicking at cement as his
tennis shoes scraped
and dragged against his fighting. One of the white sneakers came off and
dropped, his socked foot left
to continue flailing.
Suddenly his feet were picked up by the original abductor, keeping the writhing
boy in the air as they
transported him from the cab to who knows where.
He heard a door shut under his own muffled and choked shouts, his already
blinded vision fading as he
began to pass out from the strong choke-hold.
---
"And your name, ma'am?" An officer asked as he wrote in a notepad.
"I-I'm Beverly, Beverly Katz, um, like I said, I don't know the kid, he looked
like he was maybe 15-16
years old, he looked confused and scared and the guy took off so fast I only
got like half the
number memorized. It started with 65, maybe a zero after that."
"Okay, alright, so, you're sure he was alone in the back seat? Not just a
dramatic kid trying to get out
of going somewhere with his parent or something?"
"Are you serious? Even if there was someone back there with him he clearly
looked panicked like,
terrified panic, not 'please don't make me go to see grandma' panic!"
"Alright just answer the question please,"
"No, there wasn't someone else in the backseat, I didn't see the driver I was
too focused on the kid."
"Right, well, that sounds sketchy so I'll report it and tell the squad to keep
an eye out for those beginning
numbers, the kids description, and to pull over any speeding cabs."
"Okay...so, you're going to put out like an amber alert or something? He has to
have parents somwhere
waiting for him, maybe they'll see him on the TV and come find you guys?"
"We'll handle it the way we have to ma'am, we'll call you if we need any more
information from ya, right?"
Beverley frowned and nodded, worrying her eyes down at the notepad with her
info on it.
"Yeah...okay...please let me know if you find him? I feel terrible I didn't get
the door open in time,
I could have got him out..."
"Don't beat yourself up miss, I'm sure he's fine and we'll figure out what's
going on as soon as we can."
The officers partner approached and tapped his shoulder.
"Hey, uh, I just got word that someone in dispatch got a broken call they lost
a while ago talking about
a speeding cab with a kid in the back- they managed to get the full number of
the cab and
are trying to get in contact with the caller but it's taking a bit apparently."
Beverly stared wide eyed at the news and looked at the first cop with hope.
"Okay, okay, that's good we got a tag, let's get rolling. Be safe ma'am, I
promise I'll call you when we find him."
"Thank you~!" She called out as the two officers hurried back to their car.
---
"Shit- you almost killed him you moron."

"Sorry Johnny, don't know my own strength sometimes."
"Neal, just help me take the fucking brat to the room."
"Right boss." Neal shrugged the limb boy up from slouching and cradled him now
as he
let Johhny open the door to the basement, stepping carefully down the stairs.
"How'd you pick this one? Jesus, he's already skinny as hell, we might actually
need to feed
him before sending him off."
"I followed him around the city, he's fucking cute, take a look-see." Johnny
stepped over after Neal
set the body down to a queen sized bed with old brown metal rails, the sheets
and pillows fresh and
decorated with pale coloured flowers.
He pulled the bag off Adam's head and rolled his eyes when he noticed a
darkening bruise growing
around the pale neck and jawline.
"Well ALMOST perfect- reckless ass hole. I'm disappointed." Johnny snarled as
he touched his fingers to the boy's skin.
"Is that crass admission supposed to hurt me? He is pretty, I think the bruise
adds to it, don't sweat over it." Neal shrugged, starting to remove
the one shoe and socks from the unconscious body.
"I'll go get the stuff ready and bring it down...don't fucking start anything
without me." Johnny glared at
his friend before climbing the stairs.
"Right, boss." Neal muttered as he undid the khaki bottoms and pulled them down
and carefully off.
---
"We're not getting anywhere with this, I have no idea how he could hide a damn
taxi. There's like no cars
out here, the apartments are all dark, everyone's asleep, we should be seeing a
bright yellow fucking car
or hearing a kid screaming bloody hell from somewhere." Matthew growled as he
drove slow with his arm
laying out the open truck window.
"He probably hid it because just that- also probably knocked the boy out,
hopefully rather than killing him..."
Nigel frowned looking out his own open window, studying the small alleys that
lead to backyards of the tall
apartments and houses.
"Fuck...I vote we circle back around and look over again, maybe we missed
something."
"Go for it- do you mind if I use your cell to make a quick call? If I turn mine
on I'm sure the cops will be
trying to ring it since I dropped my first report."
"Sure."
Nigel took Matt's cell and dialed a number, sighing as he kept his eyes on the
buildings and alleys.
"Darko- it's Nigel, I need your help with something I know you're going to give
me attitude over."
---
***** An Angel *****
Chapter Summary
     "Oh? What do you eat then, Adam?"
     "...I h-have Asperger's syndrome...part of that affects my taste...I
     really j-just eat mac and cheese and veggies."
     Johnny stopped his chuckling at that, raising a brow now as he took
     another bite of the banana.
     "...Asperger's, huh? My buddy Neal has a cousin with that. Weird
     kid."
     Adam watched him sigh and pick the tray back up, a small plate with a
     slice of pizza on it.
     "Well, I'll go make you some pasta then."
Chapter Notes
     whaaaaaat the fuuuuuckamidoingggggggggggg
 
[Johnny] [adam] [Neal]
 
Adam groaned and cracked his eyes open, wincing as he swallowed against his
bruised neck.
He sat up and looked around the strange room, the walls dark red bricks
surrounding him as he
noticed the funiture. A white dresser, a bedside table with a lamp beside him,
tiny tea lights on wire
wrapping around the room's walls. He looked down and blinked at the furry white
carpet, a small rectangle
settled with a pair of slippers on top of it next to the bedside.
"Wha..." He tried to climb out of the bed, only now noticing his clothes
weren't his own. He scrunched his brows
together at the silk red boxers and pale pink pajama top half buttoned up his
chest.
Adam inhaled a startled gasp after he climbed out of the bed, looking down as
his ankle snapped to a stop.
"Oh.." He crouched down and sat on the rug after pushing the slippers away,
tugging at the thick metal
clamped around his ankle with a grunted huff.
His eyes followed the chain attached to the wall between the bedside table and
bed rails, frowning
as he blinked at it in confusion.
He covered his mouth with he finally recalled the abduction before his
blackout, quickly standing just
as a heavy door slammed open above and out of sight by the stairway.
"Wakey wakey~ oh! You're already up! Good, I hope your hungry, you're skinny as
hell already so I guess you should be."
Adam watched the man decline the stairs with a tray in hand, shirtless
revealing thick muscles and dark brown
hair on his tanned chest. He was handsome, his hair short and combed with some
bangs dusting over his brow.
The dark blue eyes reminded him it was the cab driver as he stepped close and
sat the tray to the side table.
Adam seemed to shrink on the ground beneath the large man, staring silently at
him as his mind raced.
The man grinned and held a hand out to him, the eyes gleaming down as he
averted his own to the hand.
"My name's Johnny, kiddo...what's yours?"
"...A-Adam...Adam Raki...what do you want with me, Johnny?"
The man frowned now when the boy didn't take his hand, sighing as he suddenly
snatched Adam up by the
shoulder to stand. Adam yelped at the harsh pull, grunting as he was shoved
back onto the bed.
"Okay Adam, dear, you're going to have to learn really quick that manners are a
big thing down here, mkay?
I don't have time to give you lessons but when someone reaches out to help you
up you take their hand."
Adam nodded shakily and stared as Johnny picked a banana from the tray, peeling
then taking a small bite before handing
it to him.
"I..I don't eat bananas. O-or that.." Adam shifted his eyes to the tray and
back to the
fruit the man held.
Johnny scoffed and swallowed the bite, smirking as he blinked in bewilderment
at the boy.
"Oh? What do you eat then, Adam?"
"...I h-have Asperger's syndrome...part of that affects my taste...I really j-
just eat mac and cheese and veggies."
Johnny stopped his chuckling at that, raising a brow now as he took another
bite of the banana.
"...Asperger's, huh? My buddy Neal has a cousin with that. Weird kid."
Adam watched him sigh and pick the tray back up, a small plate with a slice of
pizza on it.
"Well, I'll go make you some pasta then."
"Wa-wait, please, don't leave me down here? I don't understand what's going
on...I'm really nervous
and I'll have a panic attack if I don't take my medication..."
Johnny turned to him and pointed at the drawer of the side table. "Found the
bottle in your satchel,
take it when you think you need it. You'll be fine, just don't cause any
trouble and I'll come back to tell
you what the deal is."
Adam frowned and sat in the center of the bed, looking down to the chain on his
ankle again as Johnny left.
---
"Thanks for meeting us here, sorry it's so far out..." Nigel said as he climbed
out Matthew's truck.
"You sure as hell know how to guilt trip me, fucker. So, this kid is somewhere
out here?"
Darko sighed and scratched his arm as he looked around, turning his eyes to
Matthew when he
stepped out.
"We think so, we haven't been able to spot the cab or the kid though for an
hour now." Matt answered.
"Darko, this is Matthew, he saw it happen too."
"Wish I could say it's nice to meet you. Let's leave the cars and walk the
route for a closer look then, hm?"
Darko said, adjusting his jacket and unzipping it- Matt blinked and smirked at
the quick peek of many weapons under
the thick black leather.
"Good fuckin' plan."
The three spread out on opposite sides of the street, walking casually as they
studied the neighborhood.
---
"So, Adam, sorry I gave you that nasty bruise, I didn't mean to choke you that
hard."
Neal said as he sat on the end of the bed with him, smiling when the boy's hand
reached up and
touched his own neck.
"I-it's okay...I wont tell anyone...I'd like to go home...please?" Adam
stammered, his eyes shifting to
Johnny as he came down with a bowl of pasta and veggies in hand.
"Johnny here told me you've got Asperger's...how old are you?"
"..S...sixteen.."
"Good, well, shit- as much as I'd rather let you go cause this is just,
probably really confusing for
you rather than anything, I can't. You already know our names and faces and
most of the way to our place.
It's just not possible, I really wish I could change Johnny's reckless choice."
"Sorry, how was it my fault, I used my eyes, not my superpower of knowing when
someone's mentally
challenged?" Johnny snarled as he handed Adam the food.
Adam stared at the bowl and took it now that he knew declining it would be rude
and anger the man.
"Don't say that, the kid could probably school your ass at everything. Just- do
I tell him what he's in for
or just let him figure out the fucking hard way?" Neal scowled at Johnny, Adam
looking between them
as he held the bowl in his lap sitting in the bed a few inches from Neal with
Johnny hovering over.
"You tell him whatever you want, he's gonna learn from me the hard way, but I'm
guessing you don't
want any action since you're all sympathetic about his condition." Johnny
shrugged his bare shoulders and
looked at Adam with admiring eyes.
"Never said I'm backing out of this one, jack ass. Just sending him off wont be
easy and the last thing we need
is clients or buyers badmouthing us for delivering damaged goods- he needs to
know what to expect."
Johnny sighed loud and exhaustively, rolling his eyes as he finally nodded in
agreement.
"Tell him AFTER we get our piece then, ADAM, EAT OR DON'T- we'll be back in
ten."
Adam worried his gaze from the bowl to watch them leave, a short stammer before
he tried
to hold back unexplained tears fighting their way to the surface.
"A-after w..what?~"
---
"So, I'm going to guess this boy you've got us out in the middle of the night
searching for is pretty, hm?"
Darko asked quietly walking with his hands in his pockets beside Nigel- Matt
across the street on the
other sidewalk.
Nigel snapped his eyes to Darko with a glare. "It doesn't matter if he was an
angel or Frankenstein's creation,
he was fucking kidnapped."
"An ANGEL, ha! He must be fucking BEAUTIFUL for you to use that word! Last time
you said that about someone
you let the bitch run us out of Bucharest with our tails between our fucking
legs you were so smitten!"
Nigel almost scoffed and shook his head trying to stay focused, shoving Darko's
shoulder before cursing him
to hush up.
---
Adam strained to sit up from the bed, a low moan as he felt his head spinning
in the room.
He blinked a few times as he tried to focus, on moving his legs over the edge.
Johnny came down and smirked, stepping over to push the young almost hairless
legs back onto the
mattress.
"Tsk, you didn't even finish your food- what'd you take, two bites? Now you'll
be more awake than I'd
prefer for this, it's not a super strong drug I put in it."
"H-huh?" Adam furrowed his brows and stared at the shirtless man as he loomed
over him to pull the buttons
on the pale pink pajama top free.
"Nothin, sweetheart, just answer me this- are you a virgin?"
Adam swallowed dryly and blinked up at him when the strong arm wrapped around
to sit him up and take the top fully off.
"Mmg-girls...think I'm s-trange..." Adam muttered with his slightly numb
tongue, blinking harder as he tried to enunciate the
words right.
Johnny chuckled and laid him back down, pulling the red silk boxers off Adam
now.
"I guess that means yes...have you ever been with another boy? Or man? I saw
you hanging out at that gay bar, how
in heaven's name did you get in there? Must have been a really good fake I.D.
you had." Johnny laughed and ran his
hand up Adam's torso to the bruised neck, ghosting his thumb over the darkening
mark with a sigh.
Adam didn't answer but with a whimpered complaint, blinking drowsily while
reaching out to touch Johnny's face.
The man raised a brow and turned his scruffy jaw into the boy's palm, inhaling
and letting the breath go as he
closed his eyes to embrace the confused intoxicated touch.
"Mm..you're a sweet one..." Johnny smiled and stood up, regretting leaving the
soft hand as he pushed his jeans
down and off with his boxers.
---
"Shit, shit, walk back with me, hurry up." Nigel hissed as a cop car turned
onto the road, walking beside Darko
as they quickly turned their backs to it and headed back toward Darko's
mustang.
"I swear to fucking Jesus Mary and Joseph, Nigel, if this gets us caught I'm
going to fuck the gay out of you in jail."
Nigel choked on a laugh and shook his head, "Just act normal you rutty fucking
cunt."
Matthew pulled his cell out and acted like he was making a call when the cop
car slowly passed, glancing over his shoulder when it
stopped by Nigel and Darko.
"Scuse me gentlemen, can I ask you a question real quick?"
The two stopped and stepped over to the vehicle reluctantly, both of them with
hands in their pockets.
"Sure thing buddy, what's up?"
Nigel glanced at Darko for a split second, taken aback by the suddenly so well
done 'redneck' american accent.
"I was wondering if either of you happened to see a taxi cab around here
lately, particularly tonight?" The cop
eyed Nigel then back to Darko.
"Mmm, nothin' like that other than the usual few here and there sir, naw. Uhhh,
how bout you Jesse?"
Darko looked at Nigel with a raised brow as the cop did too.
Nigel blinked and looked up as he thought, "Actually, I did see one pass
through before I got James here to
join me for a stroll. I think the tag started with a 6?"
Darko twitched a curious look at his friend and tilted his head as he listened
to the poor American accent the man
desperately needed to continue working on in their low cover.
"Did you?! Are you sure? How long ago?" The cop asked, pulling his notepad out.
"About 30 minutes ago or so, I'm not sure where it went. What's going on, is he
stealing free miles without
a passenger?" Nigel smiled sarcastically as he stood leaned over talking to the
cop.
"No, don't worry about why- just take my card and call me if you see it or a
young man matching this description
I have written on the back, hm? Enjoy your night."
"Course, you too man." Nigel nodded and took the card, watching as the cop
drove off down the road.
"...Jesse and James, you fucking moron? When did THAT happen? Plus you sound
like fucking ELVIS?!" Darko snarled and snatched the card from
Nigel's hand as he chuckled.
"You called me Jesse with that atrocious accent, the first thing I thought of
was that children's show with the
monsters in those red and white balls. The villains were amusing dammit, it's
stuck in my memory. Also, Elvis is a saint, shut your fucking mouth."
"Don't act like you don't know what fucking Pokemon is you god damned moron,
that guy probably thought
we were high on some shit with that act."
"THAT'S what it's called, bloody hell-"
"Why'd you tell the pig you saw the cab down here?"
"I'm not going to deny the boy a proper investigation to his disappearance, I'd
feel terrible finding out he's dead somewhere
because we pushed the search for him away from where he could possibly be."
"Ah...understood.."
Matthew waved a hand in the distance when they turned back around, waving back
as he sighed in relief.
---
Adam cringed as he cried a trembling pained whine into the strong suntanned
hand gripped tightly over his mouth.
His wrists were bound tight together behind his back with rope, one ankle still
trapped in a heavy metal chain dangling over
the side of the bed.
Johnny groaned and squeezed Adam's jaw tighter as he used his other hand to
push the boy's center back down
against the bed- pumping his hips slow through the first few intrusions to
stretch the tight clenching hole open.
"Shh, shh shh.." He whispered light hushes as he swallowed hard and rolled his
eyes shut at the intensely fresh
virgin ass resisting his throbbing hard cock.
Neal sat in a folding chair against the wall a few feet away in just his
boxers, stroking himself as he watched his
friend begin to hasten his pace fucking the boy.
Adam spat a gasping sob when the man's fingers parted over his lips enough to
let him breath, tears flowing down
his cheeks onto the strong hand as he cried.
"Shit...fuck- let the kid scream, I didn't know he sounded so sweet..." Neal
asked with an eager tone, biting his lip
as he stared at the boy keening high cries with each thrust Johnny forced into
him.
"P-please~!" Adam stammered through his panting, his cheeks flushed red and
pupils dialated small in his drug induced
state. Johnny chuckled through his grunting, fucking harder and faster as he
neared his finish while his hand slid from
the boy's jaw to grip the short chocolate curls.
Johnny's hips faltered as he moaned heavily, hunching over Adam as he slowed
and spilled his orgasm in the abused
tight vice, the poor whimpering thing pleading painfully for freedom as he
shuddered and huffed a euphoric laugh.
"Keep beggin' like that and you'll be worth double what we're gonna sell you
for, kiddo~ shit!"
Johnny slapped the red tinged bare cheeks as he pulled out, a startled shivered
moan from the boy when he did.
"God damn," Johnny panted as he calmed his breathing- "I kinda wanna keep this
one for ourselves."
"We can't afford that, and with his uniqueness we're sure to get enough to not
have to snatch another for a while."
Neal responded as he stood and traded places with his friend.
Adam tried to pull his wrists free from the ropes, turning on his side before
being forced harshly back to his
stomach.
"Not so soon sweetheart..." Neal huffed as he climbed onto the bed and
positioned his already leaking
hard cock to the boy's tight puckering hole, licking his lips at the wet sight
squeezing Johnny's come out in
short streams.
---
Matthew stopped and turned, stepping back two steps as he quirked his head at a
thin dark alley between two
tall houses.
The slim cement path leading down to a shady fenced back yard caught his
attention, a single white sneaker
sitting abandoned on the pathway.
He turned and tried to get Nigel and Darko's attention, waving his arms before
snatching out his cell phone
to blink the bright flashlight from the device- not wanting to alert anyone in
the neighborhood of their presence.
The two men had their backs to him walking the other way searching other
alleys.
Just before he decided to hurry over to them, he stopped when he heard a door
open from behind the alley he stood
by. He tensed up and rushed behind the next home's fence to hide behind,
peeking through the crack as he watched
the path leading to the yard adjacent to it.
A shirtless fit man in jeans stepped into view, lighting a cigarette as he
walked a few feet down the cement path
towards the road.
"...aw fuck- course." The man muttered, spotting the shoe and picking it up
with his free hand.
"Fuckin' brat thinks he's clever..."
Matt raised his brows at that, watching as he returned back inside.
---
 
***** Company *****
Chapter Summary
     Matthew had just stepped a foot into the back screen door that was
     left unlocked at the perfect moment
     when the basement door opened somewhere in the house- just in time to
     hear the boy scream shortly before
     it shut and muted any other noises from below.
     He snatched his gun from his pants and held it ready as his eyes
     widened at the brief cry, treading lightly through the
     messy kitchen.
Chapter Notes
     I feel like...I feel like this just needed to be anyone other than
     Adam, I feel so guilty right now dude,
     ohmygod...someone half bury me and pelt me with stones right now.
 [shoe] [Matthew] [Neal] 
 
 
Neal climbed off of Adam, kissing his cheek as he did. The boy stared up at the
ceiling, shivering as he cried silently.
"You're a good boy...I promise you'll get used to it. I went through it myself
growing up, you'll see."
Neal sighed as he pulled his boxers and pants back on.
"If you want seconds you better go now, I'm calling Mason, I know he'll want
this one as soon as possible."
Johnny nodded and tossed the sneaker to Neal, the man catching it confused.
"That's why the kid had one damn shoe on, I told you it wasn't in the fucking
cab, he kicked it off
outside. Coulda been a lot of fucking trouble, keep an eye out better dammit."
Johnny muttered angrily
as he dropped his jeans again and climbed back onto the bed.
Adam whimpered and turned his chin up away from the man's short prickly beard
rubbing against his face,
closing his eyes tight when Johnny grabbed his jaw and forced a long kiss to
his lips.
"My bad boss." Neal sighed and took the shoe upstairs with him.
---
Matthew had just stepped a foot into the back screen door that was left
unlocked at the perfect moment
when the basement door opened somewhere in the house- just in time to hear the
boy scream shortly before
it shut and muted any other noises from below.
He snatched his gun from his pants and held it ready as his eyes widened at the
brief cry, treading lightly through the
messy kitchen.
He couldn't decide whether to step back out and get Nigel and Darko or to
continue on, his concern for the boy's
sudden horrifying cry taking over the debate- he continued through the house on
alert with his pistol ready.
Neal walked by down the hall, his eyes too focused on the sneaker in his hands;
he completely missed the armed man
in the kitchen that spotted him.
Matthew's hair stood up on the back of his neck at the close call, tensing his
neck; he moved forward and peeked down
the hall to watch the stranger turn into a room.
He let a shuddered breath escape his nostrils, looking to the door the man had
come out of then making his way slowly over
to it.
Taking a few slow seconds to quietly turn the knob with his pistol aimed at the
crack of the door in case someone was behind it,
he froze with a sharp gasp.
The touch of cold steel pressed against the back of his neck.
"Don't, fucking, move. Give me the gun."
"Hey, take it easy- right? I aint tryin' to paint some walls with my brains
tonight, hm?" Matthew said with a crooked nervous grin, huffing
frustratingly as his weapon slid out of his hand by the stranger.
"That's fine and dandy, but you picked the wrong fucking house to rob tonight,
boy. Open the door and get the hell downstairs."
Neal snarled, pressing the edge of the pistol harder at an upward angle to
Matt's neck as he flinched and nodded.
---
Matthew walked down the stairs with his hands held up in surrender as the man
kept the gun against the back of his head,
his brows scrunching together in fear as the boy's muffled cries grew closer
and clearer.
"Johnny we got some company! Give him a good show, huh!?" Neal shouted behind
him, Matt twitching a horrified and
furious scowl on his lips when he finally saw the boy being brutally raped in
the center of a displayed set-up bedroom.
Johnny groaned in slight frustration, rolling his eyes as he slowed and pulled
out. "I finished a fucking second ago but thanks
for ruining my come-down. Who the fuck is this now?"
Johnny pulled his pants back on and studied Matthew for a moment, exhaling a
tired breath as he glanced back at the
sobbing young man in the bed.
"This gentleman broke into the kitchen to rob us cause someone likes to smoke
and leave doors unlocked when they
come back in." Neal said with a tinge of scold on his tone.
"I'm also the guy who's going to put about a million fists through your fucking
smug god damned faces as soon as
you man the shit up and take this pistol off my neck." Matthew snarled with
another twitch, his eyes squinted
as his trembled against the adrenaline burning through his body.
Johnny grinned and laughed in his face, running a hand through his sweaty hair
before he turned around to snatch
Adam's curls into his grip- the boy yelping with a shivered cry as he tried to
move his bound wrists against thick rope.
Matt almost lunged at the sight, freezing when the hammer of the gun behind his
ear cocked.
He scoffed and licked his lips to contain his urge to fight the unfair fight,
looking down at the chain leading from the
boy's ankle to the wall.
"That's fucking right, you have nothing you can do, so now- you're just as
fucked at the kiddo here. Neal, he's not so bad looking,
so, I vote we sell him to our clients that don't give a shit about age. What
are you- 20?" Johnny asked as he let Adam's hair go.
Matt stared at the man as he stepped over and stared back into his eyes.
Neal shifted the gun to Matt's temple now.
"Answer him."
"Twenty fucking 5. Little old for your pedo fucking crew." Matt spat, flinching
away from the steel before being forced back
against it with a stern adrenaline shaken shudder.
"Oh, that's plenty young for some. I honestly myself don't have a preference,
long as they're pretty- and boy...you, are, PRETTY."
Johnny grinned wider and ghosted his thumb up Matthew's neck to his lips.
"What's a gorgeous thing like you doing robbing
unsuspecting fools like us in the middle of the night?"
Adam contained his panic and watched the ordeal as he panted through his
subsiding tears and trembling, suddenly
recognizing the new intruder as one of the men who had tried to stop the cab he
had been abducted in.
Matt turned his head away from the man's fingers and looked at Adam over the
thick bare sweaty shoulder, hoping
his wide eyes and single head gesture was enough to warn the boy not to let the
men know why he was really there.
Adam put the gesture to a simple thought of staying quiet while he handled the
situation, sniffling a tearful sob as he
nodded and remained in place on his stomach bound in the center of the bed.
"Was lookin' to get a new TV. Got one?" Matt answered with a nervous huffed
laugh, smiling as he shrugged to
try and get the cold pistol edge off his skin.
"Mm, several actually. You wont be watching them, though, we'll be watching you
after we record a bit of fun."
Johnny let his shoulders drop with an endearing smile as Matthew blinked and
furrowed his brows at the man.
---
"...hey...where the shit did Matthew go?" Nigel turned and stopped walking,
touching Darko's arm when he did.
Darko turned too and searched the long road and empty sidewalks with his eyes
for a bit before answering.
"Did he flake on us? You said he had a record, he's probably scared of being
caught after that close call."
"...I don't think he'd do that...he told me something very personal. That his
kid brother had been kidnapped
in front of him when he was younger. He didn't react how he thought he should
have, they found his brother
deceased in a ditch a few weeks later. I don't think he'd abandon this for his
own good. He was very determined,
and I don't like that he's out of sight right now. Let's head back that way and
find him."
Darko raised his brows at the news and sighed with a gentle nod, following
Nigel as they turned around again.
---
***** Gentlemen- We Have A Problem *****
Chapter Summary
     "Don't hurt him, please!" Adam screamed, grunting when his face was
     shoved sideways down into the sheets just below the pillows
     to stare into Matthew's also forced down head.
Chapter Notes
     *tries to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone with a guilty
     frown*
 
[Nigel] [Matt] [Darko]
 
 
 
"GET THE FUCK- FUCK YOU, GET OFF! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO FUCKING PLUCK
YOUR EYEBALLS OUT THEIR
DAMNED SOCKETS YOU MOTHER- FUCK!" Matt shouted as he was thrown and forced to
his stomach on the bed beside
Adam, the boy gasping in shock when the other man climbed on-top of him while
Neal straddled Matt's legs and bound his
wrists behind his back.
"Don't hurt him, please!" Adam screamed, grunting when his face was shoved
sideways down into the sheets just below the pillows
to stare into Matthew's also forced down head.
"Be a good boy like I fucking told you, Adam." Johnny snarled, starting to
thrust into him once again as the boy's bright blue
eyes teared up again with pained shuddered moans.
Neal said nothing as he forced himself into Matthew, neglecting stripping him
after simply pulling his jeans and boxers
down to his knees below his jacket and t-shirt.
Matt cringed and stifled a grunt, staring back across the short few inches into
Adam's terrified eyes as he tried to stay pliant
in the assault. He tried to twist his wrists painfully against the ropes, his
skin tearing and bleeding in the struggle, he choked
on a harder escaped cry when Neal slammed even harder up into him.
Adam sobbed and whimpered, trembling a bite to his own bottom lip when he saw
the familiar stranger cringe at the
horrific pain.
A minute later the two men were done, leaving the two bound tight and secured
in fresh binding ropes around their
already bound ankles and wrists.
---
"..A..Adam?" Matt huffed when the door above the steps slammed shut.
Adam cried into the sheets with small whines and shuddered sobs, turning to
look at Matt when he addressed him by name.
Matt swallowed hard and contained his fury, blinking a few times before
continuing.
"My name is Matthew, you can..you can call me Matty. Are...are you okay..?
Did...did they hurt you other than this..?"
"..W..what?"
Matthew exhaled harshly through his exhaustion and tried to ground himself
better, straining his wrists against
the ropes while he spoke.
"Are you cut, shot, broken bones~" He paused when he finally spotted the dark
black and yellowing
bruise on the boy's neck and jaw.
"..or bruises..."
Adam glanced at the man's light green eyes, twitching a small frown as he
nodded once.
"Why...why are you here...why do you seem like you're not afraid...even after
they did those horrible things
to you they keep doing to me...?" Adam sniffed as he asked, containing another
stifled sob as he laid
flat on his chest beside Matthew.
"I'll be fucking fine...I...just...I have two friends outside somewhere looking
for you. Do you remember the first man
who saw you and chased the cab? His name is Nigel. I saw him...ch-chasing your
taxi and shoutin'....we've been
looking for you kiddo..." Matt smirked through his exhaustion at the boy, Adam
scrunching his brows to let a new
stream of tears spill from his eyes.
"I...I knew you guys saw me...I knew it..." Adam choked on a hard sob and
closed his eyes tight, burying his face
into the wrinkled mess of sheets as he cried.
Matthew frowned and watched the scared kid's confused eyes turn to him again,
focusing on the tattoo's on his chest
when he turned to his side with slight trouble against the restraints.
"I'm here for you. Adam. I'm going to fucking get you out of here. I don't give
a damn what they do...tell me what you
know about them while they're gone, okay? Anything at all."
"..N...Neal has a cousin who has Asperger's syndrome like me...a-and...Johnny
say's I'm worth double what they were going
to...sell, me for?....If I kept begging while they....did things..."
Matt's eyes widened and he instantly started to struggle harder to escape the
binds-
"These motherfuckers are traffickers, we gotta get the fuck out of here, fuck,
FUCK~ FUCK!!"
Adam flinched and leaned a bit away as Matt started furiously fighting the
ropes on his wrists, his shoulders
twisting and writhing with tensing thick muscles beneath his shirt and jacket
still on his torso but disheveled and shoved
half up to his shoulder blades.
"M-Matthew, what's wrong!? Why are you so scared all of the sudden!? I...I need
my medicine, I'm not feeling right,
please, please calm down!?"
"No, hey, no- this isn't good, this isn't what I thought it was, this is deeper
fucking shit, I need to get us out of here-"
Matthew managed to twist his now bloodied wrists from the ropes and hurried
over to try and untie Adam's as he
panted.
"Sweetheart, these men are not going to let us go, ever, we need to leave, now,
okay, so- please be quiet and
follow me, okay? Okay just..just stay quiet, please kiddo."
"Matthew, I just want to go home to my father, my father isn't well, I made a
poor choice and snuck out, I'm..
I'm not 21, I lied to get into a gay bar, it's all my fault, I did this and now
I'm in trouble-" Adam broke into a fresh
bout of tears, Matthew stammering to stop him with comforting hands caressing
his wet blushing cheeks.
"Nonononono, stop that, stop it now, come on- no matter what, NONE of this is
your fucking fault, okay? Let's
get the hell out of here, okay? Come one sweetie, it's okay, you'll be okay-"

"Will he?"
Matt gasped and snapped his head around only to receive a harsh fist cracking
between his cheek and jaw- a short
spurt of blood spitting from his lips as he was knocked almost unconscious by
the blow.
He groaned and blinked hard to fight the blurred vision while he was dragged
off of the bed to the floor.
"Let him sit there, get the kid out back- Verger is waiting on the other side,
his lights are off- just give him the signal
and he'll unlock the doors for you to put the kid in. I'll be right behind you
to take the payment so the prick doesn't
take off without cashing out." Johnny commanded as Neal nodded and put the
black bag over Adam's head again,
dragging the boy towards the stairway.
"N-NO! WAIT, MATTHEW WAKE UP, HELP ME, PLEASE MATTY PLEASE!!!"
Matthew felt everything in him turn to flames as Adam cried out his name,
disappearing 
up the stairs as the two men dragged the boy away leaving him bound sitting on
the floor against the bed side.
Matthew screamed furiously against the gag rag shoved and tied around his
mouth, jerking painfully against the
ropes and chains keeping him stuck in place beside the metal framed rails. He
thrashed and ignored the skin tearing
from his skin when as he did, a frustrated broken cry when the door slammed
cutting off the final scream from Adam
writhing and fighting the men's firm grips.
Matthew blinked hard and cracked an eye open, closing it again as the room spun
around him in dizzying shadows for a split second,
letting another pained groan escape his chest as he huffed on the floor.
He began carelessly ripping his arms from the ropes, his muffled gagged shouts
reaching no one as his own bloody injuries
slackened the binds enough to make it easier to break free.
---
"Hey-Hey hey hey- is that him?" Darko smacked his hand to Nigel's chest a few
times as they both stopped and watched
someone walking down the sidewalk with a slight limp- no socks or shoes his
ankles bled leaving a nasty trail behind him..
"Matthew...Matthew?" Nigel called out trying to keep his voice down as he
hurried up and started jogging down the sidewalk
to reach the man, Darko following after.
Matthew finally reached his own truck and climbed into the back of the pickup,
Nigel and Darko slowing their run to a stop
as they stood a few feet away in confusion.
They both squinted at the torn clothes the man wore now, noticing blood and
bruises staining one side of his face when he turned
in the back of the pick up. Their eyes shifting from the injured face to the
bloody wrists and scraped almost bare skinned knuckles.
"Matthew, what the FUCK happened?"
Matthew slammed open the steel storage bin built into the bed of his truck,
pulling out a bottle of vodka
he took a large swig after popping the top off. Meanwhile, his other hand
reached in and grabbed a
fucking shotgun out- snatching it up and straight in his free hand to cock the
barrel ready.
He winced as he swallowed the burning alcohol,
"WE GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM, GENTLEMEN."
Nigel and Darko stared wide eyed at the suddenly intimidating sight,
frightfully
concerned and curious but smart enough to guess why the younger man had
transformed from
a vigilante to the Harvey Dent of Gotham.
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