NOT TODAY.

waiter by day, drag queen by night. sometimes costume designer. warning: uses the words fag, faggot, cunt, & dyke (in joking/playful terms)

[almcsteasy]

“You can’t promise that, he’ll hurt you, I don’t want him to hurt you, he’s bigger than you.” He continued to ramble a bit, going on about how Alaric could and would hurt him. But, knowing Chris, he knew that he wouldn’t listen. After a few minutes, he finally trailed off and just laid his head on the older male’s chest, closing his eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths to try to calm himself. Being rocked was enough to make the blonde feel sleepy, and he knew that being with Chris was the only way he was going to get a decent amount of sleep, but he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t fall asleep out of fear that the older male would be gone again when he woke up, and he couldn’t handle that. “I love you too.” The words came out quietly, a bit muffled due to how he’d laid his head against Chris’ chest. His fingers curled around the other’s wrist and he brought his hand up, pulling it in close to his face before taking the other’s thumb into his mouth. He closed his eyes again, content to just relax and suck lightly on Chris’ thumb rather than his own. The next sentence made him laugh a little, as much as he could without biting into the finger in his mouth. “Good,” he mumbled. “It was good.”

[biancatonic]

“I can.” Chris said with such determination that he almost believed himself. “I won’t let him touch me. Or you. Not again.” Face still pressed into the side of Chris’ head, he shut his eyes tight. He didn’t want to imagine Alaric getting his hands on the other. The image alone was enough to make Chris sick to his stomach.

“You’re such a big baby..” He chuckled, his index finger tracing lines along Chris’ cheekbone. If the two weren’t in the circumstance they were in, Chris would have immediately removed his thumb from his mouth and give him something else to suck on. Seeing as he went through much more than what he did though, Chris was in no place to deny him comfort. Thus, he just saw there with Chris sucking on his thumb.

“Yeah? Wasn’t too dry?”

[almcsteasy]

After the older male said he made sure that his father wouldn’t be called, Chris nodded and nuzzled into the other’s chest gently. The more he thought about things, the more afraid he got that Alaric would separate them. Human contact with someone that wasn’t spending all of their time hurting him was something that he desperately needed, and he couldn’t bear to go without it again, especially after finally being reunited with the other.

Feeling Chris tense up made the blonde start to cry again, harder this time than before. He could just tell that the other knew. It made him feel dirty and disgusting, inside and out. A shaky breath escaped him and he hiccuped, tightening his grip on his boyfriend while continuing to curl into him, going back to hiding his face. “He’ll hurt you, don’t make him mad,” Another hiccup. “I don’t want you to get hurt, you can’t, don’t get hurt.”

[biancatonic]

“I won’t. I’m not. I promise I won’t get hurt.” Chris whispered, trying to comfort the other by rubbing his hand up and down his back. But he knew he was lying. He was already hurt, and he knew it was exactly what Alaric wanted. It was his punishment. He pressed another kiss to Chris’ temple, adjusting himself to the two would be more comfortable.

“Don’t you worry about me. I’m here now, with you, and that’s all that matters, okay? I love you.” Then Chris sat silent for a while, rocking the two back and forth and humming some stupid song that just came into his head. Being brought to the warehouse, Chris took note of the time before he did the stupid thing and after he’d arrived. It took them almost two hours to get there, which meant they were nowhere near Aldyria anymore. Somewhere near Denver, probably. The outskirts, no doubt. If the two were ever able to escape (he doubted it) at least he’d know where they were.

After a while, Chris spoke again, his voice still quiet. “You didn’t even tell me how my turkey came out.”

[almcsteasy]

When Chris said that he hadn’t called his father, a sigh of relief escaped him. The whole time he’d been here, there was a consistent, nagging fear in the back of his mind. If his father had been called, Chris knew that he would try to make him move back home, come out and get him himself, go after Alaric. Things he didn’t want happening.

“Thank you.” He nodded, resting his head on the older male’s shoulder and closing his eyes. Chris’ fingers tightened in the older male’s shirt and and he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, pulling at it slightly every couple of minutes. “I wouldn’t want daddy knowing. He just… He worries, he does things he shouldn’t do when he gets worried, I don’t want him involved in this.” He trailed off. For the longest time, he’d kept his father on a pedestal, always thinking highly of him and everything, and he knew that Alaric could hurt him and he wasn’t prepared to deal with that.

After the other said everything, Chris’ eyes were squeezed shut tightly again and he shook his head, pressing his face into the older male’s chest. “No, can’t,” He whispered, wiping at his eyes with Chris’ shirt. “You’ll be upset. I don’t want you to be upset.”

[biancatonic]

“Don’t worry. I made sure the police wouldn’t call him,” Chris said in a soft voice, nuzzling the side of his head. He knew how he felt about his father. Knew it would have been a bad idea to call him and tell him that his son was missing. Plus, it would being him into the mess with Alaric, and Chris didn’t want anyone else involved, anyway. This was between the drag queen and the most dangerous man in Aldyria.

His heart and stomach both dropped to the floor hearing that he couldn’t tell him everything. His mind immediately went straight to rape, anger already beginning to settle in. He could feel a heat and pressure in his chest, feel his muscles tensing up. I don’t want you to be upset. “It’s a little too late to not be upset. I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him I swear to god.” Chris hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

[almcsteasy]

The blonde’s arms tightened around the other’s neck, his hold becoming more desperate by the second. He was afraid that they were going to be separated again, and the thought of that happening made him cry harder. He’d never been able to handle being alone for very long, especially when he was away from people he genuinely enjoyed being around.

“Don’t be sorry,” Chris murmured, finally loosening his grip so he could move one hand down, fisting it in the older male’s shirt tightly. Letting go any time soon wasn’t going to happen unless his fingers were physically pried away. “Did you call daddy?” He lifted his gaze, a flash of fear appearing in his eyes at the thought of his father knowing what was going on. “You’re okay, right? I love you.”

[biancatonic]

There was one thing for certain-- when all this was over, Chris was never letting Chris out of his sight again. The two would be inseparable, attached at the hip for all he cared. Chris let him out of sights once and then this happens. Well, it wouldn’t happen again, not under his watch.

His sight was blurry from the tears, but he quickly blinked to get them out. His father. He wasn’t going to lie, he had thought about calling him. But he knew how Chris felt about him. And the way he would react to the situation.. It would only edge Alaric on more. A pained look flashed across his face before shaking his head. “I... No. No, I didn’t. The cops wanted to, but.. No. I told them no. That you wouldn’t, uh.. you wouldn’t want them to.”

Being asked if he was okay brought the corners of his lips curling up into a small smile. Chris allowed himself to steal another hug from the other. “I’m fine. A little bruised up, but fine. I love you too. ....You.. are you okay? ..I want you to tell me everything.” Chris said with both hands on the other’s face.

[almcsteasy]

As soon as he felt arms around him, Chris let out a sob and curled into the familiar embrace. It was real and it didn’t hurt like everything else did. He pressed his face into the older male’s arm, squeezing his eyes shut in a failed attempt to will away the tears that had already started to fall. Even though his hands were a bit shaky, his fingers wrapped around the other’s arm and he gave it a squeeze, pulling it in close so he could wrap his arms around it.

After a few minutes, he blinked a few times before looking up at the other Chris, throwing his arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly. “I love you, please don’t leave me, please,” Despite the fact that he tried to hold it together, the words came out on another sob and he pressed his face into Chris’ neck. “I’m dirty, don’t leave me, don’t leave me.”

[biancatonic]

Chris closed his eyes during the second embrace, face burying into the other’s neck. Arms wrapped tight, he was convinced that if the two got any closer, they’d become one entity. His tears fell silently, but steady, drenching the crook of Chris’ neck. His chest was heavy with a plethora of emotions, love and pain being amongst the top.

With a shaky breath, Chris kissed his neck, his jaw, his chin, then his lips. “I love you too. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he said in between desperate kisses, tears rolling down his cheeks.”I won’t. I won’t ever leave you. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.”

[almcsteasy]

For the last couple of days, Chris had pretty much given up on trying to fight his way out of this situation. After he’d calmed down and stopped fighting that first night, the second day he’d tried to run away and get out of the warehouse. What he didn’t know was that those actions would actually have consequences. In all honesty, he’d expected to be beaten and even would’ve been able to accept it and deal with it, but that was far from what he actually ended up dealing with.

It was nothing new, nothing he hadn’t dealt with, with Charlie, but he thought the days of raping and violence were over. And, like he usually was, he was wrong. Very wrong. After the incident, the blonde had moved the mattress and blanket over to the far corner of the room and pushed it up against the wall, making himself a barrier of sorts.

So, for the last day or two, he’d stayed wrapped up in his little nest of blankets, refusing to get up or move at all unless he had to stretch out. He was traumatized. Because this was different than it was with Charlie - with him, he was able to convince himself that he was just pretending he didn’t want it, able to talk himself into believing that he was the one doing something wrong. He couldn’t do that this time.

When he heard the door of the room open, Chris’ first reaction was to curl into himself more, pressing his head and body against the wall to help himself stay curled up as tightly as he possibly could be. It was when he heard the older Chris’ voice, though, that he sniffled and shifted just slightly, enough so that he could turn his head a bit and see him out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t speak, only sniffled again and balled his hand into a fist before rubbing at his eye. The little voice in the back of his head told him not to fully trust this yet; for all he knew, he was imagining things because he’d been alone for so long.

[biancatonic]

Chris. Chris. So many questions ran through his head like rapid fire. Before he could even say anything else, he found himself scrambling towards him, arms wrapped around the man’s now very small frame. Chris held him tightly, afraid to even let go. “Oh my god. Oh my god. It is you. It’s you. You’re..... Oh my god.” 

It took all he had not to start sobbing. To take his focus away from the tears threatening to fall, he took a deep breath, inhaling that familiar scent. But immediately, from the way Chris stayed still, he knew something was wrong. So he pulled back to get another look at him, brows furrowing. “Chris..?”

[biancatonic]

@dumbgayho

Chris knew the consequences of going in too deep when it came to Alaric Flamel. He knew damn well nothing good would come out of snooping around. Though honestly, at this point, he was looking for that danger. Maybe Alaric would have him taken too and he’d throw him in the same god forsaken cell or wherever they were keeping the other Chris.

After a week of having absolutely no news about the whereabouts of his boyfriend, Chris decided it was time to do something stupid. Christopher followed who he knew worked for Alaric, a bouncer or something, back to the Tunnel-- where he knew for a fact wasn’t hopping at all. No event was taking place that night, or the night after.

And then he was caught. Thrown into the back of a van, no doubt the same one used to take the other, and taken to the warehouse. There, Alaric waited for Chris. Shaking his head.Giving him that deadly stare. Socking him in the stomach a few times before he let the goons throw him into a room.

It was there he saw a body in the corner, wrapped in blankets. It was there he realized it was Chris. But he had to make sure. Had to make sure it wasn’t just some bum. “..Chris?” His tone tentative and careful.

[biancatonic]

"No, I won’t be doing any fucking shows right now. Now leave it the fuck alone, faggot!”

[biancatonic]

It wasn’t new that Chris wasn’t home the night after a gig, which is why he didn’t make a fuss of it. He did, however, send him a text telling him that he hoped everything was okay and that he was safe, and to be sure to eat something. Like an overbearing mother. He would have gone with him to Oasis, but he was still entertaining his siblings and parents (who, by the way, loved the younger Chris.)

It was when his sister Antoinette asked how long they’d been together when he realized they’d never really made it official. It was just now assumed. Still, he told her almost a month, now. And of course, his entire family hoped it would last long.

Now the Friday night after, all of his family had already left to catch their flights back to Louisiana. Another night gone from home wasn’t anything to write home about, but Chris at least hoped that he would be home by then. Maybe he was wrong, though. Maybe their relationship was just that-- an assumed boyfriend/boyfriend thing and not the real thing. It hurt him to think about, but it could very well be a possibility. In which case, he was stupid to open his heart again. Stupid. It reminded him why he never did it in the first place.

He could feel dark thoughts creeping their way to the surface. Before they could fill his mind though, he shook his head and told himself to stop. He’d been down that road once already; he wasn’t about to go there again. Instead, he grabbed his coat, scarf, and put on his boots to take himself a brisk walk in the freezing cold.

Opening the front door, he almost tripped over what was on the porch-- a heel. A heel that he immediately knew was Chris’. A heel with a sticky note on the tip that read, “I have what you want.” Christopher’s heart dropped, hand flying to his mouth. He’d been taken. Kidnapped. And.... he was being held for ransom? Whatever the case, it made Chris sick to his stomach. He dropped the shoe and backed into the house to find his phone. The first person he called was, of course, Chris. To see if he would pick up, if this was all just a sick joked. When he didn’t get an answer, he called again. And again, and again.

After oh so many calls made, he knew he had to call the police. But he didn’t know who he could trust, anymore. He knew this was his fault, knew that this was the doing of Alaric to prove what he could do when someone said something. But he didn’t say something, he was just thinking of saying something.

Instead of calling the police, he called Danny, who he knew he could trust. And after Danny arrived and calmed him down, and after much convincing, Chris called the police about it. Told them he needed to file a missing person’s whatever, that his boyfriend was missing and that whoever took him left a note. They told him to bring the heel in, asked him questions over the phone. And when they were done and hang up the phone, Chris stood there for a moment. Just a moment.

And then he broke down. The strong-willed insult comedian drag queen broke down into sobs, collapsing on the floor.

[almcsteasy]

Chris huffed and leaned in close to the older male’s face, sticking his tongue out at him. “No!” That just made him want to dig his feet in harder. “I did not prove your point, shut up. You’re so mean to me.”

[biancatonic]

As a reflex, Chris leaned in as well and bit down softly onto the other’s tongue, grinning. Then he let go and gave him a quick kiss. “You did to. I am, but it’s because I love you.”

[divyasehgal-blog]

“Then what’re you up here for? Don’t you have a break room?”

[biancatonic]

"Sure, we have a break room. I like hiding out up here, though. Less expected of me.”

[onecomfycoconut]

[biancatonic]

christopher pierce // a character study

[almcsteasy]

“Oh my god. That’s mean. I mean, I’d let my mom cry, too, but you actually like your mom, so it’s different.” He dug his heel into Chris’ back, narrowing his eyes at him. “I haven’t been to school since, like, tenth grade, fuck off. That is so how they work!”

[biancatonic]

“I’d let the president cry.” The corners of his lips curled up into a wince, hissing at the other. “Cut that shit out! ..Exactly. You just proved my point.”

[melodyandviolence]

NYC Snow Days by  Jose Tutiven

[almcsteasy]

“That’s still mean, though. You’d let me cry and that isn’t nice. You want me to get hurt and not even help before you get to laugh.” He wrapped his arms around Chris’ neck, biting down on the corner of his lip. “’Cause you love me so your chicken legs are okay. You’re not gonna collapse or die or anything.”

[biancatonic]

“Bitch, I’d let my mom cry and then I’d help her. I don’t give a shit if it isn’t nice, it’s fuckin’ funny.” His nose scrunched up, but ended up laughing instead. “Clearly you need to go back to school because that is not how legs work. Bitch, I might!”

[almcsteasy]

“That’s so mean. You’d drop me and let me cry and not even help me.” He narrowed his eyes, leaning in closer and nipping at the other’s lip. “Your legs are tiny, you don’t need any extra weight on you for those to snap. You have chicken legs.”

[biancatonic]

“No, no. I’d drop you, let you cry, laugh, and then I would help you. I may be a bitch, but I am not cold hearted.” In return, Chris pecked his nose. Bitch with the golden heart, that was him. “So why are you putting all this weight on my chicken legs?”