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The freak with dreads was staring him down with a wide grin and gleaming, manic eyes. Rudo’s own mouth pulled back instinctively in response. He didn’t see Zanka anywhere but he had no time to worry about him, not when Gris was bleeding out mere feet away from the person who attacked him. Not for the first time in his life by a long shot, he tasted the bitter flavor of uselessness on his tongue. Rudo watched the freak across from him lick his lips and trail his eyes down his body with predatory intent. There was some distance between them but Rudo wished there was more.
Finally, the freak spoke.
“White hair that darkens to black on the tips, short, and big, crimson eyes. Their description didn’t prepare me for how damned gorgeous you are in person. Name’s Jabber. What’s yours?”
Rudo scowled. “Rudo.”
Jabber’s grin inexplicably widened. “It’s awful nice ta meet cha, Rudo.” The undercurrent of possessiveness confused Rudo and only magnified his unease.
“I need ya ta come with me if that’s cool wit ya but I don’t mind if ya give me a hard time, if ya know what I mean.”
Rudo took an unconscious step back before glancing at Gris and standing his ground.
“You hurt Gris, you sick freak and what did you do to Zanka?!”
Jabber’s arms hung low to the ground and he swayed back and forth as he contemplated Rudo’s words.
“Mr. Bad Attitude is sleepin’ off my poison for a while. Now, I’d like to ask a question of my own.”
Before Rudo could think to back away, Jabber was inches from his face. The long, deadly claws were carefully held away from his skin but were still too close for comfort. The palms of Jabber’s hands gripped his face and held him in place. Jabber’s eyes stared into his own
“So damned gorgeous. I don’t wanna hand ya over to the boss. How bout ya be mine, instead?”
Rudo shuddered. Jabber could feel it. He caressed Rudo’s hair.
“Hell no!” Rudo growled. He futilely tried to shove Jabber away to no avail. The man was immovable.
“Aw, come on, my man.” Jabber pouted. His hands lowered from Rudo’s head down dangerously close to his rear. Rudo’s hands pushed against Jabber’s chest weakly. He felt dizzy and his vision was fading. Unaware of the tiny nick on his scalp from Jabber’s claws, his body gave out. Jabber caught him in his arms carefully. He weighed almost nothing.
Jabber lowered his head down, his lips pecking Rudo’s nose playfully. It scrunched cutely.
“You’re mine, now.”