To Hide and To Seek [Book 4, BoyxBoy]

Chapter 3

*JUST TO MAKE YOU AWARE, THIS SCENE GETS SLIGHTLY RAUNCHY I'M SORRY FOR ANY DISAPPOINTMENT, CONFUSION OR INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHTS THIS MAY CAUSE ANYBODY :)*

Izazya's POV

It took four hours, thirty six minutes and twelve seconds from the second they slammed those doors to the time the truck stopped. I had counted every single, painful second of that journey. I didn't want to speak to anyone - not that they were allowed to speak to me unless they were asking questions Nixon needed to know the answers to. 

"What'd you do?" The woman asked in a rough, husky voice.

"Some shit I shouldn't do," I replied snarkily. The woman raised her eyebrow at me, as if to expect a better answer if she did that.

After a few minutes, she repeated the question, "What'd you do?" I shrugged in reply. She sighed heavily; obviously realising how frustrating her job was about to get.

"Look kid-"

"Don't say that."  I stared her down through the almost pitch-black darkness. "I'm no kid and I'm probably a lot better in combat than you. Handcuffs or not, I'll take you out." I threatened.

She smirked at me. "We'll see about that during your rehabilitation, Mr. Denail." I nodded to her, turning my head away from her -  I was done with the conversation, she quite obviously was not.

"What'd you do?" She asked, for the third time.

"Coke, weed and ecstasy." I replied. 

She rolled her eyes, "should know better than that with a job like yours."

"Not really a job, I got dragged into this." I muttered. She obviously heard, and patted my shoulder.

"We all did, kid."

Nixon's POV

They had to drag Izazya into the room - he was making it his mission to not let them take him prisoner. I liked that, at least he still had his spirit about him. They pinned him and had to handcuff his hands behind the back of the chair they had forced him to sit in. I waited for him to calm down.

"Nixon!" He yelled, his voice hoarse. "Nixon, why the fuck are you doing this?"

"Calm down, Denail. Then we can speak." I replied calmly.

"Why the fuck would I calm down?!" He screamed, ratlling the handcuffs against the chair. "I just got fucking arrested because of my mother, and now I'm handcuffed to a chair by the guy who's supposed to be helping me!"

"I can play this game all day, Izazya."

I waited several more minutes. He cried; swearing like a soldier, rocking his chair back and forth to the point it fell over. The two soldiers who had brought him here went to pick him up off of the floor.

"Leave him," I snapped. They backed off immediately. I walked forwards slowly and crouched beside Izazya. "Are you craving it right now, Izazya? Is that why you're getting so angry, so restless?"

He nodded, shaking. He was sweating bullets. "Yes, I fucking do."

"How long since the last time you did drugs?"

"Three days, sir." Finally, he'd realised he had to still act with respect. I nodded.

"And what have you been doing?"

"Drugs-wise or...?" He trailed off.

"Yes."

"Cocaine, Marijuana and ecstacy." Izazya closed his eyes.