Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter 35- Confrontation

"And I'm giving you the same answer. No."

He steps closer, eyes wild with unhinged anger. "I'd rethink that if I were you, cocksucker."

His meaty paw reaches into his back pocket and pulls out an envelope.

"All I have to do is give this to your Father, and he'll beat you more than I ever have."

I back up instinctively, trying to get some sort of distance between us. I probe him more, wanting an actual confession.

"You're blackmailing me. I can turn you in for this!"

"Yeah, and who's gonna believe you? It's your word against mine, f*ggot. Now, hurry up and spread those thighs for me like you do for your fairy boyfriend.

There we go!

His free hand reaches out for me, but I instinctively grab it. I ignore the feeling of pride that wants to bubble up inside me. Instead, I twist his wrist backward and stamp down hard on his foot.

"SEAN! GET DOWN HERE!" I scream.

Geoff growls and prepares to lunge at me again. He's dropped the envelope and his other claw comes tearing around to punch me.

I'm not a professional fighter, so let's rely on old techniques, shall we? As he swings toward me, I take one step forward to balance myself, and yank the other one up and into his crotch.

FRICK!

Instead of colliding with his family jewels, my knee is intercepting by a large piece of what I assume to be plastic.

The Ape-man was smart enough to wear a cup.

Because of this, he doesn't collapse to the ground as I'd hope. He instead continues moving, socking me hard in the eye. I let out a pained yelp and memories of old beating threaten to come rushing through.

Where in the heck is Sean?!

Geoff's punch forced my head to snap backward, and my momentary lack in focus allows him to wrest his other hand from my grip. That hand attaches to my throat, and a fist pounds itself into my gut.

"You're gonna fucking regret this, f*g!" His disgusting spit flies in my face and I close my eyes to prepare for the pain.

"No, but I think you definitely will."

The hand around my throat is immediately ripped away as Geoff is pounded into the floor. Ironically, Sean is using his fist to hold Geoff's neck in place for his beating, just as Geoff wanted to do to me.

Sean lands blow after blow onto the guy's face, knuckles cracking bone and even tearing a bit at his skin. Blood is pouring down Geoff's face before Sean lets up.

Instead of backing away, though, he detaches his hand from Geoff's neck so that both of his fists can land blows onto Geoff's ribcage.

"DON'T. YOU. FUCKING. TOUCH. HIM!" Sean has flown completely into a fit of rage, most likely brought on in part by Geoff's little "confession" earlier on. "HE. IS. MINE."

Despite that very naughty part of my brain that is delighted and even slightly aroused by Sean's declaration, I do eventually pry my very strong boyfriend off of the very bloody bully. 

It takes quite a bit of effort on my part, but somehow I do manage to part the two. When Sean does let Geoff go, he immediately pulls me tightly into his chest to hold me close, one hand around my waist and the other in my hair. A part of me shudders as he is covered in Geoff's blood and is most definitely getting it on me, but I push it aside. I can just tell that he needs me right now.

"This is fucking over, Francis! Do you fucking hear me?" The screams wash over the badly beaten man on the dirty earth. Ape-man doesn't react, and I have to yet again restrain Sean from pouncing again.

"DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!"

"y-*cough*y-yes..."

"We have it all on fucking video, fuckface. ALL of it." Sean sneers, pulling me ever-closer into his body. "You even DARE breathe a word about any of this to anybody, not only will you get an ass-kicking worse than the one I already gave you, but we turn that video into the police and have you arrested for blackmail, assault, battery, and sexual assault."

Geoff somehow finds the strength to nod, signaling that he heard. He passes out immediately afterward.

"S-Sean..." I whisper quietly, not sure how scared of his temper I should be right now.

The hand in my hair yanks my head back, not harshly, but enough to where I see his devastated and still very pissed-off eyes staring into mine.

"What did that bastard to you in a closet and why didn't you tell me?"

I blush. "It's not a big deal. He-He tried to... touch me but I fought back and didn't let him. It happened right before we got together, the day where I wasn't talking to you."

"Please don't be mad at me."

Sean sighs and roughly slams his kiss against mine, quickly using his lips to shut me up.

"I'm not gonna be fucking mad at you for getting assaulted, Luke. I will, however, be pissed at the bastard laying on the floor as he's the one who did it." A small smile forms on his face. Definitely forced, but a nice gesture, nonetheless.

Suddenly, Sean's hands slide down to my legs, hoisting me into his arms. I don't even yelp, anymore. I'm far too used to him just suddenly picking me up at random times.

"I'm taking you home and you are going to let me treat you like a fucking Prince, alright baby?"

I chuckle and snuggle into his shoulder. "I have absolutely no problem with that."

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Hey.

Holy fuck. Was Sean sexy as hell when he kicked Geoff's ass or what?! Like, damn, I think he may got a lil werewolf blood in him, jesus...

anyway, I'm legit running on 3 hours of sleep  so I'mma yeet myself into bed.

ILY, See y'all later!