#still kept puzzles' heterochromia in his button eyes :)

[briandraws]

@bluestrawberrybunny i blame you for making me draw this/silly

CORALINE IS MY FAVORITE MOVIE EVER AND I JUST HAD TO DRAW MARWAR AS IT!!!!

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||Sanemi Shinazugawa ||

||Obanai Iguro ||

NSFW//SMUT.

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader x Iguro Obanai.

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Instead of the semi-annual Hashira meeting, Oyakata-sama decided to throw a simple party. The party didn't really have a meaning, it was just to have some fun.

All of the Hashiras went there, even if some of them didn't want to. However, everyone was puzzled about Muichiro being there, since he was underage. The boy was merely thirteen, and that surely wasn't an age to start drinking. Or, doing anything else than going to school/training, at that matter.

The "party" took place in a small restaurant near the Hashira headquarters. Oyakata-sama rented a room and ordered takoyaki, ohagi,  tempura, sushi, rice wine and other drinks and foods. When the Hashiras came, they were led to the room by a pretty girl. She had (h/c) hair, it was tucked behind her ears.

Two of the Hashiras noticed the pretty female. Her frame caught their eyes.

She was assigned to serve them. The two males, Sanemi and Iguro, were feeling giddy about it.

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I searched the shelves for more wine. The Slayers were drowning it. I had to bring more and more each time. I was a tad bit tired from all this running.

When I came back, I set the bottle on the table and looked around. A girl with pink-green hair seemed to be out, heavily breathing as she slept on the chair. A ripped, flamboyant male was chuckling with another guy, who had fiery yellow hair with red tips. And.. is that a kid?

I sighed. This seemed like a hassle to get them all out. A few of them rested on the tatami mats laid for them. Two particular caught my attention.

One of them had his shirt unbuttoned, as if showing off his abs. His spiky, white hair and scarred features gave off an aggressive vibe, however, I decided not to settle for only looks. He could be the nicest person I've ever met.

The other one had a striped haori and a snake on his shoulders. However, it was his heterochromia that caught eyes. His black, chopped hair calmly lingered around his half hidden face. Him and the scarred boy seemed to be chatting about something.

I grabbed the empty trays (which seemed to never end) and a few bottles, leaving the room. The two Slayers never left my mind, I was wondering what they were talking about. Especially the heterochromatic one, since his mouth was bandaged up.

I came back and noticed the two boys absent. I slightly pouted before grabbing more of the leftovers. I noticed the kid out cold. Dear god, I hope he'll be okay in the morning.

I felt a light brush against my loin. My head snapped back, but there was nothing. I lightly shuddered and kept on cleaning the table.

One part of my back felt heavy. I turned back again, and this time I saw a white snake on my back. It's red eyes were fixed on me. I froze up, my eyes widening. "H-Help--" I shuddered. God damnit, everyone here was drunk at least.

Yet, it was the same snake which was on the striped haori man's shoulders. Maybe it's not aggressive?

"Sorry for disturbing your work. Kaburamaru here slithered away and I did not notice him".

The chopped male casually took the white snake off my back and set it back on his shoulders. "I'm Iguro Obanai, the Snake Hashira".

"Nice to meet you" I bowed "People call me Y/N  L/N".

"Pleasure".

I noticed the white-haired boy appear from behind Obanai. "Oi" he grabbed Iguro's shoulder "I'm Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira".

"Nice to meet you" I bowed once again "I'm Y/N.."

"I heard your name".

I lightly flinched. "Come with us" Iguro said. "Where to?" I perked up. "That doesn't concern you" Sanemi snapped "Now shut up and let's go". His hand wrapped around my wrist as he pulled me out of the room.

His tight grasp bruised my wrist. Iguro hurried me from behind, his palms pressed against my back. Both of them smelled of rice wine. Shinazugawa's quick but unsteady steps assured me of him being drunk.

The two guys pulled me into a room they came across. It was empty, slightly darkened and the restaurant used it to stash chairs, mats and sometimes tables.

Once the door was closed, Iguro, the snake Hashira, used a chair to block the entrance. I lightly flinched, not sure of what's about to come.

"You sure know how to seduce a man" Sanemi growled "Now you'll repay, bitch".

My heart lightly wrenched. I felt his grasp around my throat as he pushed me against the wall, pressing his lips against mine. He forced my jaw open and slid his wet muscle inside. I started trashing around, so Iguro grabbed my legs and spread them apart.

'No, no!'  was the only thought in my head as I felt my skirt being raised. Iguro kissed my thighs as he went up higher and higher, approaching my trembling core. I tried pressing my thighs back together, but my strength was no match for his.

However, I also wondered where has his snake gone off to.

Sanemi slowly let go of my jaw, establishing his dominance in my mouth. I pressed my palms against his chest, trying to push him away. With a swift move of his, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, never leaving my face.

What a thirsty animal he is.

When he pulled away, his hungry gaze was fixed on my (e/c) eyes. I wasn't sure how to act, I didn't know what to do. However, I braced myself. "HELP!" I yelled.

"Tch" Iguro hissed "Sanemi, shut her up. She might draw unnecessary attention". The mentioned male was quick to rip off a corner of a tablecloth and press it into my mouth "Don't tell me what to do, I already know" he grunted.

My muffled sounds irritated the two drunk males. "Shut up" Iguro blurted out "Your whining is hurting my ears".

My wrists were still pinned by Shinazugawa, my thighs were still spread out by Obanai. I felt little droplets of tears roll down my cheeks. Sanemi seemed to notice them and with his free hand he wiped them off.  "Stop crying" he said.

"Maybe this will calm her down" Iguro hissed, reaching my southern region. I felt my skin shiver as his hot breath hit my quivering cunt. "Don't have her all to yourself, snake charmer" Sanemi huffed. His free hand lazily grabbed around my chest, searching for buttons. But instead of finding them, the man got impatient and ripped off my shirt. I slightly winced, as I was left with a bra and my half-risen skirt.

"Better" the Wind Hashira decided, before letting himself to play with one of my boobs. For a second he stopped, his eyes fixing on mine. He let my wrists go and warningly glared "Keep them there or I'll stab them with my katana".

Iguro Obanai moved my panties down, tracing his slender fingers around my core. He slipped two of his fingers inside, making me tense. "She's.. moist" the Snake Hashira commented. "Good" Sanemi replied "We can get on with it faster".

Iguro leaned in, reaching for my pussy. I closed my eyes tightly, and when I felt a slick, wet muscle against it, I wanted to shut my legs together.

Yet, as Iguro worked wonders, I felt how I eased up I was. His tongue gracefully folded my sheets, making my eyes roll back. I wondered, whether had he done this before or does he just know how to do it?

As Iguro was eating me out, Sanemi pulled my bra off, making my titties pop out. His fingers found my hardened buds and flicked them, earning a small whimper from me. He leaned in, taking one of the nipples into his mouth as he sucked on them. A little bit of biting, he most  definitely knew how to make a heaven here.

I moaned out, but the noise was muffled by the cloth. I bet I could make an amazing ahegao face with these two here.

I felt a knot in my stomach tighten as the Snake quenched his thirst. Sanemi's fingers dug into my sides. But suddenly, Iguro stopped, leaning backwards. "Sanemi".

"What is it".

"Let's switch".

The white-haired male went back, as the chopped hair one stood up. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down. "Iguro, what are you doing?" Sanemi asked.

"Improvising".

He brought me on my stomach and rolled me over. Sanemi got his idea and went to my legs. He spread them apart once again and bent down. The male decided that the skirt was too much clothing and pulled it off. Iguro went behind me and knelt down, pulling his uniform lower. I could see his bulge, just asking to be released.

When Sanemi took over Iguro's previous position, the Snake Hashira pulled his shaft out, dangling it above my face. His cock was lean, average sized, slightly veiny. "Open up" he ordered. I shot him a glare; I still had the cloth in my mouth. The male seemed puzzled for a few seconds, but he quickly caught up and pulled the cloth out of my mouth.

This time, he didn't really ask me anything. He just forced his cock down my throat. I choked, of course, as I felt my eyes tear up. He slid out and thrusted back in once more, earning a whimper.

Sanemi, as he was demolishing my coochie, rose his head up and noticed what was up. "Oi, don't get too cocky" he snorted. Instead of pushing Obanai away, he also rose himself on his knees, pulling his uniform off. He massaged his shaft for a bit, then positioned near my entrance.

Rubbing his tip, annoying my senses, he carefully pushed in, adjusting himself in my insides. With Iguro's cock in my mouth, I crunched my fingers into fists, digging my nails into my palms. I've never had two hot dicks inside me at the same time.

Both of the males nodded to eachother and started thrusting simultaneously. Sanemi's dick  spread my insides; I've never had such big dick inside, any, at that matter. The Hashira huffed heavily, sliding out. I lowly moaned into the Snake's shaft.

The two males started thrusting harder and quicker, pushing themselves deeper into me. Instead of pain I started to feel pleasure, I felt how sexually frustrated I was. With my hand I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple, seducing myself even more.

"Mhmm~!!" I moaned out as Sanemi started hitting my G-Spot. Obanai also increased his pace, leaning over me as he rested himself on his palms. His bandages hanged loosely on his neck as small sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

I felt my knot tighten. I wanted to yell out that I'm about to cum but I couldn't. Instead, I denied my orgasm as long as I could. But it didn't last long - a few hits from Sanemi's hips broke me, and so with a loud moan I came all over his cock.

"Oh come on" the Wind Hashira huffed "I didn't even break a sweat and here you are, all messy". "Let's switch again" Iguro offered. Shinazugawa impatiently agreed, hopping into Iguro's place.

Ah shit, here we go again.

Iguro slid in, his 'snake' fitting perfectly in my pulverised vagina. I lightly whimpered, feeling something re-enter my hole. And now I could see Sanemi's cock.

It was way thicker than Iguro's, a tad bit more veins. He waved it in front of my face and then tightened his grip around the base, stroking it. "Lick my balls" he demanded.

I retched violently in my mind, but obeyed. Who knows what this man will do if I won't do as told. My tongue reached for the lower genitalia. Sanemi shuddered in pleasure. I started sucking, earning a needy moan from the scarred male.

"Good girl~" the Hashira whined, his fingers lightly shuddering.

Iguro at that moment was full on thrusting, deep, hoarse moans were heard from him. For a second he stopped, pulled off his upper part of the uniform, revealing his sweaty, fit body.

I felt the same knot tighten up once again.

Sanemi suddenly retracted, pushing two of his fingers into my mouth. I ended up sucking on them. The boy grunted in pleasure, before standing up and approaching the other male.

They whispered about something and both agreed on it. For a second, Obanai fell back and Sanemi lowly looked at me.

He lied next to me, grabbed my sides and pushed onto himself. Iguro came back and waited for something. Shinazugawa wrapped his arm around my abdomen. His other hand started searching for his dick, and when he found it, he positioned it near my arse and slowly pushed in. Iguro positioned himself Inc again and slid into my slit.

Both of the males started thrusting again. The pain of my ass being spread was.. something. I loudly moaned out as I felt my eyes tear up once again, but this time not from the fear or pain, more like from the pleasure. Sanemi pushed his fingers into my mouth again. I sucked on the just like before, slightly muffling my voice in the room.

I heard Sanemi grunt out, a quiet moan escaped his lips. Iguro wasn't as loud too, but I could still hear his hoarse breathing. The two boys thrusted harder and harder, tightening the knot in my stomach, making me wail.

"I-I'm gonna cum!".

"Aaghh~" Obanai moaned out. I felt his cock twitch. "HOLD IT, FOR FUCKS SAKE" Sanemi yelled. "Better hurry up, you animal" Obanai bit back. "I'm trying" the white haired boy replied. His pace increased, sending me over the moon.

I clenched my insides around both of the males' dicks. I felt them twitch, and with a moan first came Iguro, then, a few moments later, Sanemi. I came in between them, as I felt my body grow limp.

For a few moments the two males were frozen in their positions, regaining their breaths. When they did so, Sanemi pushed me off himself. I rolled up on the ground, cooling myself down. Iguro sat down, arching his head backwards.

"You will not tell anyone about this, understood?" The two Hashiras spoke at the same time. I just nodded.

How could I? These two gave me the best time ever. Now my only concern was how to get out.

But, as I said, this wasn't too bad.

Except for my hurting asshole.

[strawberryfiction]

Two Tones (part 6 End)

Pairing: Raywod

Warning: heterochromia!Ryan

Summary: Ray was working nights at probably the safest bar in Los Santos. One night a man comes in not looking for alcohol, and its the first thing Ray’s never seen int he bar before. The second is the mans eyes, one green and one blue. They haunt Ray until he meets the man again in different circumstances.

Ray’s heart stopped when he saw the dark skull mask march towards him. The cheap rubber smell mixed with mint haunted Ray’s nose. It was always him, the man with the skull mask and a dark leather jacket. People were running and screaming, someone shouted that the man had a gun. Ray hadn’t even noticed the gun; he’d been stunned by the sight of just the masked man.

Taking a few steps back Ray bumped into a display of oranges raised from the ground. One of the fruits rolled past Ray, and he’d never been so happy to be in the produce section before. He scrambled underneath the display without thinking for another second. The gun hadn’t scared him as much as the man recognizing him.

The masked man was shouting, something about money, a robbery. Ray was dizzy, his hands clammy and sweaty.  He felt like at any minute he would pass out, blinking he tried to calm his vision. Breathing in and out- he couldn’t stop shaking- but he had to call someone. Ray’s fingers wouldn’t stop hovering over the buttons, who was he supposed to call? He figured someone had already contacted the police, should he try Michael? No, Ray knew who he needed to call – Ryan. If anyone could stop the blood pounding in Ray’s ears it would be Ryan to pull him from the fear rushing through his veins.

Ray pressed the call button praying that Ryan would answer. As the phone rang a black heavy boot stomped down right in front of Ray’s hiding spot. He worried instantly he’d peed himself. His eyes cleared right up as he watched the robber with careful movements.

The man in the skull masked checked his phone and slid his finger across the button.

Ray pressed redial as he got Ryan’s voicemail. He got the voicemail again and he decided the third- or fourth- time would be the charm. He couldn’t help but notice that every time he called Ryan the man in the mask checked his phone, his jacket squeaked each time. The man in the mask started to type something, and when Ray’s phone rang he could feel the bile rise in his throat.

It was a text from Ryan saying he was busy.

Ray couldn’t feel his fingers, he put the phone down and blocked out the man in the skull mask marching to the cash registers at the other end of the store- Ryan marching to the cash registers at the end of the store.

Opening his eyes Ray saw officers walking around the store, one was shaking him awake asking him if he had been injured. Ray just shook his head, it felt like he was underwater. The officer helped him stand, and Ray tried to show he wasn’t wobbling he just wanted to go home. He gave the officer his phone number saying he hadn’t seen the mans face and had no idea who he was.

Walking in the door Ray let his legs drag, his shoes scuffing across the floor. He just couldn’t believe what he’d seen, it had to be some crazy coincidence. Ray could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket - he ignored it.

Ray was glad for his dark curtains that made it night in the middle of the day, he was exhausted, and his bed was calling his name.

Sliding under the sheets Ray knew immediately getting to bed would be a challenge. His mind was racing, it had to be a coincidence, it couldn’t be anything else. Ryan wasn’t a convict; he wasn’t a thief. Remembering how they first met though, Ryan was a scary guy at first. Ray though his life was in danger when he first met Ryan. Ray closed his eyes and sighed, what were the color of the skull mans eyes? He couldn’t remember, they were obscured by the mask.

A knock on the door jolted Ray awake from what must have been a bad dream. It was already fading, and he couldn’t remember a thing about it, but the sweat on his sheets gave it away. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.

Shuffling towards the door Ray yawned and tried to make sure the pit stains on his shirt weren’t too noticeable. He hoped whoever was at the door wouldn’t point them out.

Opening the door Ray was assaulted from the front with a hug with enough force to knock him back. He just managed to catch himself on his heels while two spindly arms latched tighter around his waist.

“You’re okay!” Gavin sobbed leaning into Ray’s chest.

Ray didn’t know what to do, he was caught off guard by the strong affection from Gavin. He patted the mans head looking back to the door where Michael stood, a somber expression on his face.

“I –I’m okay Gav,” Ray reassured the man squeezing the life from him.

Gavin slowly stood up straightening his spine and took a step back, his emerald eyes glossy.

“I promise,” Ray could feel the smile cracking across his face, it felt different from normal.

Michael walked in with stiff steps on the hardwood.

“We freaked out a little when we heard, and you didn’t check your phone.”

“News travels fast,” Ray shrugged.

“The internet is a wonderful thing,” Michael shrugged back.

There was an awkward pause as Ray looked at Michael, his hands looked fidgety, he was never fidgety. Ray didn’t know what to say watching Michael’s face. He kept looking like he wanted to say something, but the words never came out. That also wasn’t like Michael, for him to hold back anything that was on his mind meant he was thinking a lot about it.

Ray opened his mouth to do something about the silence engulfing the apartment.

“Have you heard form Ryan?” Michael broke it first.

Ray felt his throat constrict, “U-U-n-not yet,” he choked on his words.

Michael frowned.

“How could he not be here right now?” Gavin was confused.

“Maybe he’s busy and he hasn’t seen,” Ray started shrinking in on himself, he wanted to go back to bed.

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” Michael asked.

Ray didn’t know what he was going to do, if the robbery was just that, he wouldn’t even be sulking. He’d be shaken, but it wouldn’t hurt this much. The answer would be a no brainer.  He had questions that needed answers before life could even start to rearrange itself.

Ray shrugged. He hated responding like this to his worried friends.

“Do you need us to get you anything?” All of Michaels words were awkward.

“I’m okay, probably going to play video games tonight and order take out.”

Gavin gave Michael a look that only Ray saw, he wanted to stay.

“Glad you’re okay Ray,” Michael nodded turning stiffly on his heels.

“Let us know if you need anything,” Gavin waved quickly following his boyfriend.

Ray stood there for a solid minute listening to them go down the hall. He thought he heard Michael’s booming voice before he actually walked over to close the door. His heart was bobbing around heavy in his chest. He didn’t even really feel like food or video games. Checking his phone made him feel worse, Ryan hadn’t said a word to him. While his phone was out Ray sent a text to Geoff, he knew his body, he wasn’t getting out of bed tomorrow either.

It couldn’t be Ryan, it could be a billion other people, but not Ryan.

Ray stayed home after getting the okay from Geoff. He forced himself out of bed amazed he could still be sleepy at 11 after sleeping all night. Thinking back on it he may not have really slept though, just starred at the wall. There was still nothing on his phone from Ryan.

Pouring himself a bowl of cereal Ray was still on edge waiting for his phone to ring with what may have been the most important phone call of his life. Walking the few steps from the kitchen to the couch had Ray exhausted already. He kept peeking at his phone, he needed some sort of distraction. Video games all of a sudden seemed like work. TV it was.

Hours passed before there was a knock on the door. Ray jumped up fast his feet almost slipping on the hardwood.

“Damn it Ryan, wh-“ Ray stumbled over his sentence, “-at took you so long,” his voice trailed off into a whisper.

“Was he supposed to come over?” Michael asked.

Ray threaded his fingers through his mop of hair, “I still, haven’t even heard from him.”

Michaels lips curved into a sneer.

Ray felt awkward, the same air from yesterday hung between the two, now with a hint of anger.

“It’s not a big deal, Ryan used to disappear all the time remember?” Ray shrugged again- his shoulders were tired of making excuses. “Maybe he just doesn’t know.”

Michael stomped his foot, “How can he not know?”

Ray jumped at the sudden intrusion of Michael’s foot inviting itself over the line of the door. Ray stared at Michael’s foot for what felt like ages, he could feel the anger radiating off of Michael like the rays of the sun. He begged his bottom lip to stop quivering.

“I don’t know,” He whispered, “I don’t know.”

The foot on the floor became fuzzy, but it came closer as well. In the blink of an eye the foot became feet, and Ray felt himself being squeezed. It was different then last night, laying in bed trying to put together a puzzle that had an impossible solution.

Ray buried his head into Michael’s shoulder feeling Michael’s collar become wet, it was strange. He could feel Michael’s arms tighten like protection. Ray tried to say something, but all that came out was a gasp and it scared him. He’d never cried in front of anyone let alone Michael. Ray had never cried in front of his best friend.

The air from yesterday cleared as Ray left a puddle on Michael’s shirt gripping onto the fabric like it was all he had.

“Where is he?” Ray blubbered, he felt so pathetic. Crying over a man who may have just pretended to love him, who may be a criminal, who may be long gone by now.

Michael said nothing, and Ray just listened to his breathing.

“I didn’t even get hurt, and here I am. The robbery could have gone so much worse.”

Michael gently pushed Ray out to arms length.

Ray hung his head, he didn’t want Michael to see his puffy red eyes.

“Dude,” Michael’s voice was softer then Ray had ever heard, “You’re traumatized, what happened must have been fucking terrifying, and your boyfriend has said nothing to comfort you. It’s not about the robbery anymore, you’re wondering why the man you love doesn’t seem to care that you were in danger.”

Ray could feel his lip trembling again.

Michael squeezed Ray’s shoulders, “Fuck Ryan and his multicolored eyed ass. If he can’t be here Gavin and I will be here ten times over.”

Ray nodded lifting his head slightly as he wiped straggling tears away.

Having Michael there took away the loneliness of the day. He offered to stay and cook for the night with what Ray had on hand. A lot of it was leftover stuff that Ryan had brought, and Ray wanted it gone – petty as that was. It felt like a step in the right direction.

“You gonna call Gavin?” Ray asked hanging out near the counter trying no to check his phone with dwindling hope.

“Is that okay, we kinda had a moment,” Michael shrugged, “Would it ruin it? To like see me and Gav?”

“I think having both of you here would be better.”

Michael lit up.

Dinner was fun, Michael was a fantastic cook, and Gavin was just as good as Ray at pre-tasting everything. Michael complained there wouldn’t be anything left for dinner. It felt natural to have just two guests inside the apartment, but Ray could still feel the sting in the bottom of his heart. Ryan had to roll back around, he had to.

Ray combed his fingers through his messy hair trying to tame the stray hairs. He walked through the bar doors and inhaled the smell of cleaner, it was the middle of switch off time. When the day restaurant became a bar for those still wandering the city at night.

“Hey boss,” Ray greeted the mustachioed man cleaned the wooden bar.

Geoff said nothing and Ray leaned against the bar frowning.

“Look sorry for-“

Geoff thumped Ray in the back of his head.

“Hey!” Ray frowned.

“Gavin told me the real reason you didn’t come in yesterday.” Geoff sighed, “You could have had today off too.”

Ray smiled, “Didn’t need it, and you know how much I miss this place even after a day off.”

Geoff sighed his sleepy sigh, “What am I gonna do when you get smart enough to leave this place?”

“You really think that’s gonna happen?” Ray walked behind the bar grapping an apron, “You have some high faith in me.”

“You know the drill, don’t burn anything down,” Geoff only half warned.

Ray grabbed his burger from the warming station, “I’ve got Bruce to keep me in line. At least until 1.”

“Yea, then I wake up in a cold sweat waiting for a bad call,” Geoff folded up his apron, “You sure you’re okay?”

Ray pulled a shrug, “Not sure,” he answered honestly, “But routine will help.”

Geoff looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead he smiled his sleepy smile and headed for the door, “Have a good night guys.”

Ray let out a heavy sigh as he looked over the empty wood surface of the bar. It was going to be a long night and Ray could feel in in his bones. He had to go back though, another night in bed would have driven him crazy. There was also some stupid hope inside of him that the man in the skull mask would show himself again. It happened twice why not a third time?

People came in, they didn’t stay long. Ray knew he wasn’t giving off his usual charm, he barley gave a friendly face tot eh people coming in. Groups of girls walked in and looked around confused, Ray wanted to tell them to get in line. They left once they realized the hot bouncer wasn’t around. Ray’s hand was itching to check his phone even though he knew it hadn’t gone off. He just wanted to make sure, maybe he’d accidentally set it to silent.

Bruce left letting Ray know there was a snack in the kitchen for him, Ray nodded in thanks before he stood in the empty bar by himself.

Twenty minutes went by before Ray grabbed a glass and poured a diet coke, before holding his breath as he watched out the window. Any minute Ryan would walk in and take a seat. Any minute Ray would get his explanation.

It never came, and Ray picked up the glass drinking the coke for himself. He downed it all at once feeling it sit sourly in his belly. Ray took off his apron and put it on a peg to hang. He shad barley done anything all night, and yet he felt exhausted. Yet when he ran busy night with Ryan before he was never even tired, he could have gone on forever.

Ray locked up the front door as the sun started to turn the sky from black to navy blue. The lights of the city were still shining brighter then the stars in the sky. Work was an okay distraction while it lasted. Ray decided is was better that the bar was quiet. If it was as crowded as it had been getting lately Ray wasn’t sure he could deal with it the same way alone.

Walking through the parking lot and towards the city Ray checked his phone, there was a message from Michael asking how Ray was doing at work. Nothing else. Ray started to answer the text when he heard a motorcycle rev behind him.

Looking back Ray had expected to see a blur as the bike whirred past to blend into the horizon, but it wasn’t the case. The bike revved again as Ray watched it pull up tot eh sidewalk next to him where he stood part of the cement.

The man in the skull mask sat on the motorcycle his eyes as undistinguishable as ever. He sat with the engine running the dark sockets looking at Ray. Taking a deep breath Ray stepped up to the bike and hauled himself on.

As soon as the engine revved Ray threw his arms around the masked mans body squeezing tight as the building whizzed past them in streams of light. He could feel tears start to leak from his eyes and he told himself it was just the wind.

The motorcycle came to a stop outside of Ray’s apartment. Slowly Ray got off the bike and stood watching the man with the skull mask park the bike.

“It is you,” Ray blurted out.

The man looked at him.

“Where have you been? You didn’t call me or text me.” Ray was stumbling over his words.

There was more silence.

“Tell me why!” Ray shouted his voice echoing.

Nothing but dark eye sockets staring.

“Ryan I know it’s you!” Ray shouted rage replacing the sadness.

Slowly the man took off the skull mask – Ryan took of the skull mask.

Still he sat in silence.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rays voice was smaller.

“What was I supposed to say? Hey, I’m the guy that terrorized you for a few nights, wanna hang out?” Ryan mocked.

“Is that why you apologized to me in the store?”

Ryan shrugged, “I felt kind of bad. Look,” he huffed, “I couldn’t tell you, member the money I said I owed? I never worked in landscaping, I borrowed some money from some bad people while I was still naïve to how the criminal game worked. They pretty much owned me from that day. When we started hanging out I knew I had to clear up my debt fast. I wanted the Vagabond to stop existing when we started to get serious. Then I would never have to tell you how fucked up I am. Ray I’ve stolen, and killed, and,” Ryan pushed his bangs from his face, “I should have told you. I was scared I guess to give up an identity like that. It could have meant my life had you turned me in- and I wasn’t going out that way.”

“I could still turn you in,” the words were bitter on Ray’s tongue.

“If you decide to I think it means I deserve to die.”

Ray felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He didn’t want to hear that.

“I saw you at the robbery,” Ryan’s green and blue eyes were staring right at ray, “I saw you and I wanted to just leave, but you can’t exactly just stop a thing like that. You kept calling and texting me, I could only imagine how scared you were. How terrified you must have been and you reached out to the very person who was making you feel this way. You expected me to save you and I was the danger. All I had was a lame excuse, I figured you get pissed and forget about me –at least I hoped you would. I couldn’t face you. How did you know it was me under the mask?”

“Every time I called and texted the robber looked at his phone. Then he finally typed on it and your message came through. My brain kinda just ran with that.” Ray didn’t admit he was hoping he was wrong, “Am I supposed to forgive you now?”

Ryan shook his head, “You’re not supposed to do anything. I fucked up.” He started his bike back up.

“W-wait!” Ray shouted over the engine scared that he’d disappear again, “Um- uh- um, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow. Could you, pick me up form work?”

Ray cocked a brow, “With my motorcycle?”

Ray just nodded stiffly, “I don’t forgive you,” He blurted.

Ryan watched him speak with curious eyes.

“But a ride would be nice.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise.”

With that Ray watched Ryan ride off into the night. There was a tug at the bottom of his heart, but he knew he would be on that motorcycle tomorrow, and he already knew he was going to forgive Ryan. He knew the moment he realized who the man in the skull mask was. He loved him from the first diet coke.