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 sketches of Verger and Lorn moments to the right :)

     Lorn was at the gym. Well, that's how everyone ironically called the sorry excuse of a workout place. It belonged to one of Lorn's friends, who let people come to his garage and use his equipment at the payment of money or drugs.

     It was really popular since you got in cheap, and no one cared about the mold on the walls or the puddles on the floor since the equipment itself was good.

     Lorn was lifting a hand weight, sitting on a brick and listening to the other men chat. He, like most others, was smoking, and a thick fog had long since taken over the place.

     "And then I bust a cap in the bitch's ass, I mean it seriously got in there. It's like if a bullet got in without lube why didn't she let me get in without lube, right guys?"

     That particular man was mentally challenged, and no one, including himself, knew if his stories were real or fantasy. But Lorn and the rest could only hope there was God out there, if only to assure the man was bluffing.

     "Who wants money?"

     Every single head in the garage snapped towards the entrance, at the man they'd go to in order to find about upcoming streetfights.

     "Thought so." he scoffed around the toothpick in his mouth. "You all know Jin, don't you."

     He meant the most known streetfight organizer in Viscount Street, and one of the few since most streetfights were just people trying to rob each other, and others gathering to watch.

     "He came up with a new, fun tactic. This shit might be revolutionary." he walked further in, rolling the toothpick. "So he was thinking, why the fuck make streetfighters fight against each other when they could work together into dominating the street?"

     Everyone glanced left and right, frowning. "What do you mean dominating?" a voice asked.

     "He wants to start fights between streetfighters and other organizations. Like those wanky dancers or them performers, streetraces, everyone! Like, who could stand up a fight against fighters?" he laughed. "What a time to be alive!"

     Grins steadily crept on everyone's faces, but Lorn remained squinting and stood up. "So how does this affect us? Money-wise."

     "Well, we bust their contest, steal the prize from the organizers and share it with everyone of us involved, and Jin will hand out money based on rules he makes."

     "Ooooh man, who else will be joining?" someone asked.

     "They're outside."

     Silence settled.

     "We're going now?" Lorn asked, his palms sweaty as he raised one of his friend's arms to check his wristwatch. He meant to protest but everyone made their way outside, greeted in cheers by the men waiting there.

     Lorn would've been so excited about this. It was all too idealistic, an invincible army of streetfighters, finally some form of intelligence that could mean Viscount Street's one step towards social evolution.

     But fucking problem was...

     "Who exactly are we attacking?"

     Lorn would later feel bad for not enjoying this.

     Their steps were almost synced, unintentionally too. There were about 30 people on his trail, he sneaked upfront with a purpose in mind, a purpose that kept him stiff and ignorant to the people glancing at them in awe.

     He barely restrained from panting helplessly, locked in himself to try and think of something. Glancing back didn't help one bit. How could he possibly save this?!

     His chest got tingles again, but the worst kind. As if his heart dematerialized into a bunch of lazy sparks that crept down his lungs and gathered at his solar plexus. His feet were no better, hi knees hurt and his muscles twitched involuntarily.

     But he didn't let it show. His eyebrows were sunk, shadowing his eyes while the rest of his face remained smooth, save for when he would occasionally nibble on his chin stubble. The rest of the men behind and around him wore a different expression each, some were grinning maliciously, some pulled on cartoonish, pirate glares, a few smirked, and others had expressions similar to Lorn's.

     Lorn was the one to push open the gate. After him entered half of his people, outnumbering the players by 5, while the others went and took over the spectators, keeping them from calling the police while fancying a search of their pockets and purses.

     "Lorn..." Verger murmured with a mixture of happiness and dumbfound. "Wow, that's a lot of people... you brought them? I appreciate the support but you're interrupting the game... what's..."

     Lorn had been gripping his arm and glancing left and right while Verger spoke. "Listen to me, we have to go." he deadpanned and turned around with Verger on his trail just in time for the gate to be shut close and locked.

     "Fuck." he breathed out.

     "What's going on?"

     But just as he asked, everyone's attention got caught by Jin. He was sitting at the top row of the metal benches around the court, two massive guys by his sides. He himself was scrawny and tall, looked about 40 with the features of a... poet. Voluminous grey hair brushed back, sucked in cheeks, bizarre next to the leather jacket and dress pants. He was weird.

     "This is a big day for Viscount Street, consider yourselves lucky despite the circumstances. It's a pretty easy concept, these gentlemen will battle you, and the ones I consider most efficient will be rewarded accordingly. Mementos such as... teeth," he raised an eyebrow, "strands of hair, accessories, will be considered bonuses and you'll bring them to me."

     Psycho.

     "Let the bets begin." he waved at the crowd watching.

      Verger gaped mutely, then stared at Lorn.

     "It'll be fine, just." he moved Verger behind him with an arm, walking backwards to the fence so that their backs would be safe.

     "Chuck was onto something yesterday..." Verger complained, peeking above Lorn's shoulder only to grip his friend's (well, his) leather jacket. "Lorn we have to help them!" he whispered.

     A man was gripping Troy's bushy blond hair and tugging him about, probably trying to get himself some strands. The blond was gripping the man's arm helplessly, but then he reached into his pocket and retreated a cigarette that he then smashed into the man's eye, the tobacco entering it.

     Others weren't as crafty, the opponents of Verger's team were mostly on the ground or trying to fight to no avail. Sand was held from behind while another man kicked his stomach. The man was wearing boots.

     Adolf finally put his knives to use.

     Chuck was limp on the ground already, but his fragile body didn't stop taking kicks from a hulk.

     "For fuck's sake Lorn!" Verger barely got to voice before two men approached them.

     Lorn shoved one away and Verger tried to run, but the other guy gripped his waist and attempted throwing him to the ground. Putting his dusty aikido skills in move, Verger remained up.

     Lorn came in help soon enough, slamming into the man with a punch that had the inertia of his run. Then he gripped Verger by the arm and ran to Chuck, where he went at the attacker while Verger knelt down over his friend.

     "Chuck, you good buddy?" he glanced left and right in a hurry before leaning down and gently turning him sideways, to see his face.

     He... was grinning bloodily.

     His eyes were glistening with tears, obvious thanks to the dull sun, but then someone's shadow leaked over them and the glint was gone.

     Verger didn't get to glance back. Fingers pushed themselves into his mouth and tugged his head back by the upper jaw. Thus, he glanced back at the stranger with his mouth wide open, the only thing in sight a fist with rings aligned on it.

     He desperately gripped the man's arm to keep it from slamming down on him, head on the man's thigh and his body leaned at a painful backwards angle.

     But the punch still came.

     He fell down with a hand over his mouth, but judging by the pain in his lip, that was the only source of blood, his teeth intact. They were most certainly what the guy was going for.

     Verger glanced back.

     Chuck was blindly punching and scratching at the man in an aimless rage. But he managed to get the man's eye bleeding, and Verger glanced away before it got to get more gruesome.

     That let him see Lorn in all of his furious glory, punching a man with accurate, precise, quick movements. His knuckles were past redness and were steadily approaching a mauve tint.

     Once the man finally stopped struggling, he jumped back and shook his hand, hopping on spot with adrenaline. Then, as if it was instinct, he looked around for Verger and met his gaze with an involuntary smirk.

     Verger ran to him, glancing left and right at the entire mess and people watching it. "I have an idea." he said, gripping his t-shirt: black, saying 'I'm a vegetarian' with a marijuana underneath the text.

     "Yes?" Lorn breathed heavily while tugging Verger around to make it seem like they were fighting.

     "You punch me and make it look real. I'll fall to the ground and lay there limply, no one will bother with me."

     "Did you not hear about the fucking bonuses? A dead body would sure do a great deal of points don't you think?"

     "Lorn, think about it! You just knocked out a buncha dudes and then I follow, you could even win this! Meanwhile I'll be relatively safe, it's-"

     Lorn's grip suddenly got violent for real, he tugged Verger closer.

     "I am not punching you."

     "You did plenty times before!"

     "I am not punching you for money!"

     Verger looked from one eye to the other, his breath steadily relaxing until it left his lungs entirely. His grip on Lorn's wrists softened and he closed the little space left between their lips.

     Lorn didn't hesitate and moved his hands from Verger's collar to around his neck, rubbing it firmly and bringing him closer, Lorn's thin lips pressing deeper into Verger's plumb ones.

     Verger smiled after a specific smooch and hugged Lorn's shoulders, the kiss gentle and yet eager. He felt burning hot under the gazes he felt on them from the bleachers and few people that took the time to stop fighting and glance at them.

     A whistle pierced the air.

     "Change of rules." Jin said with a mildly amused, croaky voice.

     The two friends' lips froze pressed together and then they lowered their heads as if meaning to hide into each other. Once a relative silence settled, Lorn moved away to look at Jin, his hand firmly holding Verger's.

     Verger himself was curiously looking at his teammates. Troy was hunched, barely managing to stand straight enough and look at them. His ruffled bangs were getting in the way too, and his right eye was swollen and dark. But he managed to smirk.

     Chuck was shaking in the corner, next to an unconscious person from the other streetball team. But the tiny figure wasn't shaking in a cold, scared or tired way, it definitely looked as if he was laughing to himself.

     Sand was busy patting his clothes in place, as if that was his only concern and not the bleeding temple and nose.

     Adolf's knife was stained.

     Verger felt himself want to smile, but how could he with Jin's gaze set on them? This was... bad.

     "The first to catch the pretty couple gets $2000 on spot. You can interpret 'catch' as you wish, it's a free country after all." he wiggled his bony fingers as if waving off the two friend's fate, none of his concerns.

     But in fact the gesture turned out to be a silent command to the man guarding the gate. He opened it, while the couple stood frozen and watched.

     It would be like a chicken jumping from the soup pot into a bowl.

     Almost like a predatory tease, the others kindly waited for the couple to get their shit together and run. Which they did, followed not only by the ones on the court but fighters that were on the metal benches.

     Hand in hand, they ran.

 

      Lorn gripped at the legs peeking from underneath the huge dumpster and stepped back, dragging Verger away from the street and into the alleyway, blocked by the dumpster.

     The man sat up and they both pressed their backs to the metal surface, holding their breaths while listening to the approaching steps.

     By the time they got to them, their hands found each other again, tightly gripped to the point of ticklish numbness. But the lousy gallops passed by the dumpster, and the friends looked at each other with widen, awed eyes, teary from the piercing stench.

     "We made it." Verger whispered only once the mob could no longer be heard. They were both all dirty from the other places they crawled through, Verger especially so since he'd at one point faceplanted into a kid's sandbox.

     Lorn gulped heavily and cupped Verger's head, pressing their foreheads together. "We made it..." he echoed. He knew what his friends were capable of, the fact they survived this much was the closest thing to miracle he'd experienced.

     But then he was reminded of the miracle that was that chest tingle, once Verger stole his lips and started getting up. Lorn followed him and then they stumbled away and to a chain link fence, in order to get away from the trash smell.

     There, Verger let himself slide back down to the ground, and then, there, in the secluded alleyway, against a chain link fence, next to three old, rotting truck tires, near a dumpster beyond which dozens of people were chasing them, they had sex for the first time.

     Lorn's hand was covering Verger's mouth, pinning his head to the fence that rustled loudly with each thrust. Lorn's other hand was interlocked with Verger's against the fence, while Verger's second hand was gripping the chain link tightly.

     Not only his mouth was covered but his eyes too, by his hair, and next to the feeling of the fence digging into his back, Verger felt helplessly locked up in Lorn, with no escape. For which he couldn't be more happy. Or horny.

     Despite Lorn's attempt to keep him quiet, Verger kept making sounds in the back of his throat. It was too perfect to manage holding back! Lorn's was so long and thick in him, pumping deeply and quickly, their hands and cheeks were glued together by layers of sweat, Verger's legs (naked save for his boots) trashed around, each new pose proving just as pleasurable as the previous one.

     Then Lorn let go of Verger's mouth and gripped his hair tightly to slam a kiss on his lips. The man let go of the fence to hug Lorn's neck closer, though their hips didn't skip one jerk.

     Verger rolled his head back looking as if he was about to sneeze, and Lorn watched him come in shots that made his friend's torso jerk violently into his own. Lorn smirked shakily and bit his neck while chasing his climax, and what triggered it was the sight he saw over his friend's shoulder.

     Past the chain link fence, at the end of the long alleyway, the mob of people was approaching.

     He still took his time in filling Verger, his teeth gritted and eyes glaring daggers until he growled in relief.

     "Love you so, so..." Verger croaked out quietly into his shoulder.

     Lorn chuckled and blinked heavily, causing the mob to snap closer with each bat of the lashes. He slowly pecked Verger's temple and slid out of him.

     "Stay..." Verger complained.

     "Can't you hear them...?" Lorn asked monotonously.

     "I can..." the man sighed.

     "Hmm..."

     "Hiii, bud!" one of Lorn's friends laughed, his nose shoved in one of the chain link rhomb holes. The other men skipped past the acknowledgements, climbing heavily with wobbles of the fence that jerked Verger's limp body.

     Lorn went to answer, but was interrupted.

     "Guys! Guys, here!"

     That was Pat, yelling at them from a ground floor window of the building forming the alleyway.

     Upon being introduced to a possible escape route, the two friends hurried on their feet and ran there, fumbling with their clothes in a stumble. Lorn forced Verger into going first, helping him up by holding his hands and supporting his foot.

     Verger winced with the fresh pain in his bum but made it in, and just as he turned around the men managed to land on Lorn's side.

     "Hurry!" Verger screamed, pulling him up by the arm, but just as the man got to grip the windowsill, two guys pulled him down to the ground.

     Verger went to climb out, but Patty clawed him back. "You nuts right?!"

     "Shut the fuck up!" Verger yelled distressed. "Let me-"

     "Don't you dare!" Lorn said while struggling in a man's grip from behind. "Guys, quit the shit!" he told the others, crowded in the alleyway. "You're my friends!"

     "And we love you accordingly, but you know how money is..." one of them spoke up, approaching with rustles of the clothes four times his size. He glanced at the window and wiped his nose, then glanced back at Lorn and pointed a thumb at Verger. "How's that working out for ya, ceased to mention any of that."

     Lorn tilted his head with a one sided shrug. "Cool."

     "Can see that." someone pointed at his unzipped pants.

     Lorn grinned tiredly.

     "Fun turn of events. You know what ain't gonna be fun? We gotta deliver you both, so there must be a way of convincing Rapunzel there to get down." the one with large clothes continued.

     "We, unlike you, are honest to our friends." someone else spoke. "So, Lorn, this gonna hurt a shit ton."

     Lorn glanced down. "Leave him alone... Jin may pay you half for me, I'll get you the other somehow."

     "Lorn!" Verger exclaimed. "This is the worst possible way to get real gay!"

     Lorn grinned tentatively only for it to be wiped off by a fist.

     Verger was just about to get out of the window when he froze to listen to the sound of an approaching wave of leather boots punching the ground.

     He looked to the left and gaped, trembling involuntarily.

     Valentin and Troy, followed by familiar faces from Nigel's birthday party and unfamiliar faces that looked far from friendly. Someone in the front tore through the fence with a pocket knife, letting the wave of blackness take over.

     Lorn clumsily made his way through the sea of fighting men and climbed the bricked wall, reaching his friend as a wheezing mess.

      Pat and Verger helped him climb in, after which they looked out to see Troy stare at them.

     "Thank you!" Verger exclaimed.

     "Shut up we're not friends." the blond snapped with a bleeding smirk.

     Verger laughed shakily, but then Pat closed the window and pulled the curtain.

     "I know what you're thinking, all right?"

     "They're doing this for us, we have to-"

     "Exactly, and it would prove useless if you went and screwed it up by chasing your death, right?"

     Verger sighed and hugged her with one arm, looking over her shoulder at Lorn who was leaning against a wall, catching his breath.

     "I can't believe that's happening out there." Verger murmured in that same shaky laughter.

     "Oh I've seen worse." Lorn said breathlessly.

     Verger shook his head and glanced around.

     "What is this place?"

     "My grandma's." the girl replied. "I would've told you I was here sooner but that would mean stopping the sweet love making which was... wow."

     "God, Pat!" Verger complained, walking to a bed covered by old, knitted duvets and slowly lying down on his belly. His bum was in grave pain. "Where's your grandma?"

     "Probably at another window." Pat smiled toothily under their gawks. "So, care to explain what happened?"

     Lorn slowly brushed his hair back while walking to the bed, on which he sat. As if on command, Verger moved himself around and placed his head on the man's lap, rolling his shoulders until he felt comfy. Lorn crossed his arms on top of his friend, then settled his head on top.

     "What happened..." he murmured with a slight smile. "Why did the streetfighter and the streetballer cross the Viscount Street?"

     Pat scoffed. "Why?"

     "Because they were in Viscount Streetlove."

 

Next chapter may be last :(

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