Page 25 of Reaper Razed

“Thanks, Barbie, I appreciate it!” He nods and steps from the room. I lock the door behind him and head back to the bathroom. I strip off down to my boxers, grab a bin bag from under the counter and throw my clothes in it. I’ve only picked Dice up, so it shouldn’t be too bad, but it's better to have them clean than risk it!

I take Dice's top off, tugging a bit where the blood has dried from the graze, trying not to perv. I lean him back, remove his boots and socks and undo his belt and his fly, resting my head under his arm and lifting him onto my shoulders. I slide his jeans and boxers down. I gulp as his dick springs free. Fuck, why do I put myself in these situations? I may or may not have a tiny crush on Dice from the wedding. What can I say? Dude is hot in a suit! And now I’m realising it’s not just in a suit! And maybe it’s not a tiny crush.

I let out a shaky breath as I lift him into the shower. I pin him with his back against the wall. I slide my knee between his legs, supporting him and letting the water run over his head and face. He starts moving and mumbling, stirring as he’s coming around.

“Hey, Dice! …It’s Dane! Can you hear me?”

His eyes flutter, and his head lolls to the side. I lean in closer, holding him against the wall. “Dice… Hey… Dice.” He smiles a little and flutters his eyes again, mumbling something intelligible. His head starts to loll forward, but he stops himself, almost like he’s drunk.

He mumbles again and lifts his hand up, slapping me in the face before dropping his deadweight arm again, his head lolls forward, and I lean my head against him to hold him up. “Dice, are you with me?”

“Mmm, yep.”

“I’ll take it,” I grin. I lift my hand to his cheek and tilt his head so he’s eyes are level with mine. We’re about the same height. “Dice?”

His hand comes up and hangs onto my wrist. His head tries to loll again, and I keep hold of him. We’re about an inch apart at this minute, and I glance at his full lips, with droplets of water dripping off them. I take a breath and blink the water off my lashes as a grin tugs at the corner of my mouth.

“D-D-Dane?”

My eyes shoot up to find him watching me, although I’m not sure he truly sees me. His eyes look unfocused. “Hey, you good?”

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath again, and tries to flutter them open. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” I pick him up again and take him out to the bed. I lay him on one towel and pat him dry with the other, sliding on a fresh pair of boxers.

I head to the bathroom cabinet, grab some painkillers, and leave them and the drinks on the bedside table. I grab myself a pair of boxers and lay down next to Dice, pulling the cover-up over him. He's mumbling again, and he looks purely exhausted.

I turn on my side to face him. “Get some sleep, Dice. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I stroke his hair back away from his face, his soft tan skin still glistening from some of the water I didn’t manage to dry, his dark hair still glistening wet from the shower. Hades, this man is fucking attractive. Shame he’s into women. I run my fingers across his cheekbone and jawline before tucking myself up next to him. I can just close my eyes for a minute.

Gerald

It’s dark… I think it’s dark, or my eyes are closed… Why can’t I open my eyes? What happened? My head hurts… My throat hurts… My eyes feel scratchy.

I try to open them, and it burns. I wince at the pain. I know that feeling, that smell, that taste, fucking tear gas! Who the fuck used tear gas? No one knew where we were. I can smell it and taste it, fuck. I try to open my eyes again. I lift my hand to rub my eyes, but there’s just a twitch to start with. My limbs ache, and everything feels spongy. Sounds fluffy. Where the fuck am I?

I try to open my eyes again, only to wince, taking a deep breath. I force them open. They feel so dry and scratchy. I try to talk. “H-hello?”

Fuck, that’s like trying to swallow razor blades. I start rolling my eyes, trying to get some moisture in there when I hear a choked-out cough. Managing to force open one eye, it’s too blurry. I need to rinse my eyes. They’re too dry.

“Who’s there?” another scratchy voice wheezes out.

“Liam, is that you?” I try blinking again, and my eyes start to come into focus. “Liam, it’s Gerald. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where the fuck are we?”

“Gerald? Shit!” Theres a clunking, almost like chains, before I hear another curse. “Fuck.”

I try to move and shuffle to rub my face. That’s when I hear the chains fuck this is bad.

“Liam, where are we?”

“I don’t know, man… I honestly don’t know. They can’t know we’re The Armoury. They wouldn’t take us if they knew that. We would be set free or dead.” Liam tries to… I'm not sure what he’s trying to do, but it’s not reassuring.

I start trying to stir, shaking my arms to get some movement in them and blinking like my life depends on it. There’s a clunk and whirring noise, then footsteps. “Shhh, don’t fucking say a word. Leave it to me!” I bark at Liam.

I glance around, and bars come into view. I think we’re in a cage, maybe. Blinking like mad, I hear footsteps coming closer down some metal steps before there’s a gasp from Liam.

Blinking again, I see the figure walking towards us, then stop to grab a chair and drag it over to the front of the cage. The noise is grating as they drag the chair across what sounds like a concrete floor. They spin the chair, and the guy sits on it backwards and slides it forward slightly. They cock their head to the side.

I start to see more clearly. It’s a woman, yeah, definitely a woman. “Hey, sweetheart, you need to let us out. We can help you. Do you know who we are? Sweetheart? Do you know who we work for?”

She scoots the chair further forward, and I squint and blink again through my dry, scratchy eyes. The chair scratches across the floor, and she’s walking away. “Wait, what do you want? We can help you.”

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