forum Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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"You're mine, not his… he… he needs to fuck off. Huh, I usually say that in Italian… it feels strange."

Bridge smiled a little, wrapping his arms around Scipio carefully. "I'm not his."

Scipio nodded, hugging Bridge. "Don't let him take you from this room… I don't trust him."

((Luka's gonna get worse))
"Okay…I won't," Bridge said, looking up at him, debating quietly inside his head whether or not he should kiss him.

(Yeee)
Scipio kissed Bridge's cheek and wouldn't let him out of his lap. Not that Bridge seemed to want to go, but Scipio didn't plan on letting him leave for a while.

Bridge smiled, blushing a little bit before reaching up to kiss Scipio again. He liked Scipio, not Luka. He didn't think he would ever like Luka.

Scipio bit Bridge's lip before pulling away, remembering the other liking that before. A bit of his hair fell into his eyes as he kept a close watch for Luka or Dave.

Bridge blushed a bit more, reaching a hand up to Scipio's face to brush his hair back into place gently.

Scipio sighed softly, but made an effort to keep his eyes open. He needed to keep watch.

Bridge dropped his hand to rest around Scipio's neck again, leaning his head against Scipio's collarbone.

Scipio held Bridge firmly, but gently in his arms. The way he was holding him was rather like bridal style, but he wasn't necessarily supporting Bridge's weight.

Guards would occasionally walk past, but didn't give too much of a second glance to the silent pair. Neither did Luka or Dave come back - at least for now.

Scipio spotted Dave walking by and subconsciously tightened his grip a bit, glaring at the older man.

Dave raised an eyebrow at the two, pausing for a moment before moving on with a small shake of his head. It wasn't really one of disapproval, but rather one of confusion.

Scipio relaxed a bit until Luka came along again. He hated that kid and his stupid smirk. He might just have to kill him. Oh, well…

Strangely, it wasn't Luka who came, but instead a few random guards who neither of them knew well. They unlocked the door and walked in, careful to lock it behind them. They had been told to get Bridge.

Scipio glared at the guards and held Bridge tighter. "Vaffanculo! You can't have him!"

One sighed, squatting down to their level. "Look, kid, we need him. We can't go against orders. We won't hurt him."

"N-No… he's… he's mine…" Scipio eyed the guards distrustfully, his voice quiet.

"You can have him back once we're done. We won't hurt him, and it'll be quick," The guard said, raising an eyebrow almost hopefully.

"…What do you want him for? Luka isn't allowed to touch him." Scipio asked softly, still clinging to Bridge.

The guard paused, deciding it was best to lie in this situation. "He won't. We need Bridge, okay?"

"I won't even consider letting you have him until you tell me why. The fact that you're avoiding the question makes me not trust you."

"Because someone wants him. He said he wouldn't hurt him, and he'd be quick. C'mon, we don't have all day."

Scipio growled in frustration. "You can't have him. You're talking about Luka and I don't trust him. I'm not stupid."