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Michel honestly believed that after the last kidnapping attempt, they would give up.
So it was a bit of a shock when he was kidnapped coming out of his therapists office, cornered just before he could leave the building and led out through a side exit and bundled into the back of a van.
He sighed.
He’d been left in this room, alone, for what seemed like forever, but was likely closer to an hour. Nobody had come into see him, probably due to the incident that happened during the last kidnapping attempt…not that he was wishing for torture or anything like it, but it would be nice if he could get some idea of what was happening.
As far as he could tell, these captors didn’t intend to harm him, at least, not right now.
Right now, it was like he was just a convenient hostage… which maybe indicated that it was nothing to do with Vincenzo’s family situation.
Perhaps he was just leverage of a different kind? After all, all they had done was tie up his hands and feet, and toss him down into this basement with a blindfold on.
And then he heard the footsteps.
“Is this really his brother?”
Michel swallowed, hearing the anger in the man’s voice. He felt a hand in his hair seconds before his head was yanked up roughly, and he gritted his teeth. The situation had gone from bad to worse, as he could smell the alcohol on the man’s breath.
“Leave me alone with him. I'll get him to tell me what we need to know.”
“Just don't kill him. He's one of the bargaining chips,” the other person said sternly as they walked away.
Michel was yanked up by the collar of his shirt and pushed against an obviously stone wall.
“Now if you tell me the answers that I need to know, I'll let you off with just a few broken bones, but if you don't, well, then I'm gonna have to get creative.” The man gripped Michel’s wrist so hard that he knew it was going to bruise, “Tell me the codes.”
“…Huh?”
“Stop playing dumb with me!” the man growled throwing him to the floor.
Michel winced at the force of the throw, knowing that he would have several more bruises by the end of this. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
Probably not the smartest move in the world.
This was confirmed as a large hand wrapped around his neck.
………….
It was only when he woke up that he realised that someone had stopped the man from killing him. He found that his hands were free and the blindfold was gone… not necessarily a good thing.
There was blood in the corner, and he didn’t think it was his.
The fear started to bubble up as he looked around the room.
And promptly threw up.
An indeterminate amount of time later, there was a scuffle upstairs, and then there were footsteps coming down into the basement. Quickly, he moved to the corner of the room, huddling down in the hope that maybe they would think that he was passed out… and that these men in this room had… killed each other maybe?
“Michel?! Michel, are you alright?” A familiar voice asked from somewhere above him.
“Y-yeah?”
Luca was the first down the stairs, stopping when he saw what had just happened.
Michel nearly got to his feet to find comfort in his boyfriend’s arms, but found that he was unable to move, not with all the red surrounding him.
Luca looked a little horrified at the sight, but quickly seemed to get over it, moving through the red and stepping over the bodies. “Let’s get you out of here.” He whispered, “Can we walk?”
Michel nodded again. He got to his feet, and was able to take a few steps forward, before he lost his balance and started to fall.
“Woah, woah, woah! I’ve got you.” Luca whispered, catching him before he could hit the floor. With Luca’s held, he made it up the stairs and out of the basement, shivering in the night air.
It much colder than it had been when he’d been taken.
“Someone get us a blanket!” He heard Luca call out, before he turned to Michel, “Come on, let’s get you checked out.”
Michel swallowed, “I don’t want to.” He whispered, continuing to shiver as Luca removed his jacket and wrapped it around Michel like a cloak.
“Just a quick look. If you don’t have any serious injuries, we’ll go straight home.”
“P-Promise?”
Luca nodded, as Michel allowed himself to be toward one of their trained medics.
Luca was a little surprised that Michel had given in so easily, but after falling into that ‘red mist’ mindset again, it wasn’t much of a surprise. He sat that thought aside as he gently encouraged Michel to sit down.
Aside from some bruising, a concerning cluster of them around his neck, and a few scrapes, there were no other injuries.
Once they were in the car, heading back home, Luca turned to Michel, “Talk to me.” He said softly.
Michel looked at Luca, still huddled in the blanket, despite the heat in the car, but didn’t say a word.
Luca could feel his worry escalate. If Michel was slipping into shock, then they needed to get home as quickly as possible.
“Please tell me that you’re not hiding an injury.”
“I’m not.” Michel whispered.
He knew the younger man was telling him the truth, but he also knew when the man was hiding something. “Get some rest then…I’ll wake you up when we get back home.”
Michel nodded, but resisted sleep as long as he could because he was certain that he would have nightmares, Apparently though, he was more tired than he thought though, because he quickly fell asleep.
………………………….
“Michel? Michel, it’s time for you to wake up.”
Michel opened his eyes to glare at him, falling back asleep the next second.
Luca couldn’t help but laugh, hearing Vincenzo doing the same behind him, “Alright, if that’s how it’s going to be.” He moved around to the other side of the car, opening up the door and carefully picking Michel up and carrying him in his arms, closing the car door with his hip.
As he walked into the home, he was more than aware of everyone watching him carrying Michel in a princess hold, most of them looking concerned over Michel, which made him feel a little better about the situation.
There were so many who cared for Michel.
They would help him recover.
He just managed to make it to Michel’s bedroom, before running into a problem. Should he wake Michel up so that he could change out of his dirty clothes and into pyjamas, or should he try and dress him while he slept?
When Michel showed no signs of waking, he went for the second option.
It took a bit of fumbling and careful planning, but eventually, Michel was in some pyjamas and laid out on the bed…refusing to let go of Luca in the process.
Too tired to argue with his unconscious boyfriend, Luca allowed himself to be dragged onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.#
……………………………….
When Michel woke up, he was in a familiar room, which was something that he was grateful for. The next thing that he noticed was that Luca was wrapped around him, feeling himself blush at the action, despite him and Luca having been dating for months now.
“Luca.” He whispered softly, shaking the man with one hand. When that didn’t work, he started poking him gently in the stomach.
Luca opened his eyes to glare at him, before the last remnants of sleep faded away, to be replaced by concern.
“Hey… are you okay?”
“Better now.” Michel answered, “I-I think I blacked out again.”
“You did.”
“…You-you think that I need to tell my therapist?”
“Only if you wish to.”
Michel thought about it for a moment, before nodding in determination.
“I have to… I can’t keep living like this.”
“Alright.” Luca leant over to press a kiss to Michel’s cheek, “We’ll call them later, okay?”
“Okay.” Michel took a deep breath, “Come with me?”
“Whatever you want.”