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leather around your throat, lips on mine

luke HEMMINGS

24. drug dealer. coke addict. beyond obsessive.

calum HOOD

24. bodyguard. recovering addict. sexually frustrated.

ashton IRWIN

17. unemployed. drug addict. masochist.

michael CLIFFORD

28. assassin for hire. power addict. completely insane.

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Ashton Irwin had felt the eyes on him with every movement he made as he stumbled through a dark alley. The air felt too thick, like he was breathing in water. His feet had tripped over each other but he caught himself before he could fall again. The alcohol he had drunk was for the celebration of his parents death but the 2 acid tabs he had placed on his tongue were because he had started to feel. His parents were dead. Ashton couldn't help but think of how selfish they were, they had left the business to their 17 year old drug addict of a son who could barely stand still. The rustling from behind Ashton made him turn his head too fast and he fell straight on his ass onto the wet concrete. Laughter escaped his bitten lips, the whole situation was getting worse by the minute yet all he could do was laugh. He let his back fall against the cold ground as he shut his eyes. The dirty water bled through his jeans and shirt. He suddenly shivered realizing that it was the middle of winter and he was laying in a dirty puddle in a thin dress shirt. His laughter died down as footsteps grew louder near him. He stayed still on the ground hoping whoever was passing by assumed he was dead and left him alone. They didn't.

Before he came to the realization that the footsteps stopped a cold hand was clasped around his bare throat, lifting him up and slamming him against a rough wall. He kept his eyes shut as he struggled for the heavy air. The feeling of ants crawling under the person's hand made him try and twist out of the stranger's grasp but that only made them grip tighter. The ants grew into roaches and started to bite at his skin.

"Open your eyes", an icy cold voice felt like a slap to his face. He didn't obey. He didn't want to see whoever was holding him against the wall, it would make the situation more real. The man's hand grew tighter to the point where Ashton was not able to get any air into his burning lungs and the roaches were being crushed. He opened his eyes. The man holding onto his throat was far taller than him and was incredibly pale. From what Ashton could see the man was wearing all black. His face was attractive with jade green eyes and thin pink lips in a scowl but not an ugly one, nothing about this man was ugly. Bleached hair, almost silver, was messily strewn across his face. Ashton's crosshazed brain couldn't help but notice how attractive the man was as he loosened his grip around Ashton's throat. He kept his eyes on the stranger's green ones, the feeling of anger started to overtake his body. He was ashton fucking irwin for god's sake, he could have this man killed in the snap of his finger. When he could feel his arms again he attempted to push the man off of him which only resulted in the man's hand once again growing tighter.

" Do you know who i fucking am?" He growled out to the best of his ability but the drugs and lack of air made his speech tight and slurred. A dangerous grin danced on the man's face, his hands squeezed harder causing Ashton to let out a high pitched groan.

"Fuck, you're prettier than the pictures." Ashton's eyes began to water from the lack of oxygen. That and the fear and hopelessness he was feeling so heavily, like a 100 pound weight on his shoulders. He almost wished the man would kill him but instead the stranger let go of his throat and cradled his jaw, firm but gentle.

"Don't cry." The man ordered and Ashton desperately tried but the tears didn't stop falling. The acid was complete shit, he was starting to feel again. The man stared at Ashton's deteriorating state and smiled while pulling something from his pocket. He closed his eyes ready to embrace death as it came for him but after a minute of silence he heard the stranger's rough voice speaking quite loudly.

" yeah... I'm not gonna kill him ,Quinn. It works anyway if he disappears there's no more Irwin clan, he'd be a shitty leader anyway... You fucking owe me. Right, fuck you." As Ashton opened his eyes the man threw the small black phone he was talking on and stepped on it with his thick boots. His gaze returned to Ashton who had repressed some of his crying. Ashton stared back, flinching as the man stuck his hand out and tucked a piece of Ashton's red hair behind his ear. The man then reached his finger into Ashton's mess of unwashed curls and slammed his head into the brick wall till ashtons vision was simply black and his body had gone slack.

-isabella X x

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3 months later...

The sound of Calum hood's boots made luke hemmings smile. Calum was totally his bitch.

"You're totally my bitch", Luke said to Calum as he spun around to face the shorter of the two. Calum glared back at him and huffed.

"I'm not your bitch, hemmings. Fuck off and die" luke smacked a hand over his chest feigning hurt.

" We've been friends for a year, I'm hurt Thomas" Luke walked over to the passenger side of Calum's car of the week and stepped in, ducking his head so he didn't slam it against the door frame. Calum slid into the car much more gracefully and started the car, not giving Luke any time to buckle his seat belt before speeding down the street.

"It's hood" Luke ignored him and looked out the window. Calum always got on his nerves, they had been working together for almost a year and every single job ended with luke going home horny and pissed off.

Sighing loudly he toyed with the cross around his neck. He was an atheist, closer to a satanist even, but the cross had belonged to the one person who ever loved him back. Of course it didn't last long and they abused that power so Luke did all he knew to do at the time. He killed them.

Calum made a sharp right, causing Luke to hit his sore shoulder against the door.

"Calum" he whined out, sticking out his bottom lip lightly.

"Hood" calum growled out. Luke smiled at the tone of his voice.

" Honestly cal-pal, you're so tense all the time. If you just let me give you a blowj-" calum slammed on the brakes causing luke to slam into the dashboard. His hand flew out to caress his now aching forehead. He opened his mouth, ready to scream at calum, but when he turned his head the driver's seat was empty and Calum was already walking towards the metal warehouse. Irritated, he exited the car and ran ahead of calum. He was supposed to go in first, that's how it worked. Successfully getting to the garage door before calum he hummed triumphantly and knocked twice on the metal door. Calum approached him slowly like he was a cat soon to pounce on a mouse. Luke felt shivers throughout his body as lust filled his head. Their strange staring contest was interrupted by the large garage door opening and revealing a short man in clothes similar to rags. His eyes seemed to bulge out of his head as he saw Luke's smiling face and calum dangerously stalking behind him.

"Hemmings" the man acknowledged nodding his head while his eyes flicked between the two nervously. His body was tense as he excessively rubbed his neck.

" Alphonso, Hey buddy" Luke said almost too cheerfully. Alphonso licked his lips and clenched his hands tighter, maybe hoping Luke wouldn't notice. Luke noticed however, he noticed everything.

" So listen, Hemmings-" Luke frowned and exhaled knowing what came next. Alphonso was one of his favorite clients.

"Yeah I know fonzi, but you know what happens now, right?" Alphonso's breath fastened and as his face paled.

" Hemmings, man. C'mon" His words jumbled together as he spoke. Luke gave him a fake smile before turning and walking back to the car.

"Make it quick, Cally. I'm hungry."

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"Stop the car," Luke said firmly. Calum rolled his eyes, he was so close to pulling his gun on luke in hopes he would shut up.

" Hood, stop the fucking car" His eyes widened in disbelief but he didn't stop the car. Luke called him hood for the first time in months. The blonde turned towards calum and sent him a deathly glare while grabbing the door handle and opening the door before jumping out of the moving car. It was quite obvious that Calum hated Luke but he didn't want him to die, yet anyway. He turned into the first parking lot he saw, parked carelessly and ran after Luke, who was weaving his way through the traffic. Calum chased after him, heavy boots hitting the black asphalt. Looking up again, he saw that Luke was now watching him with a dirty smirk on his face.

" You can't deny it now, You are my bitch." A mix of heavy annoyance and slight anger filled Calum as he reached his hand out to grab the blonde's bicep but Luke grabbed it with his own hand instead and pulled him towards a trashy looking building.

"What the fuck are-" calum started but got interrupted.

" Do i look alright?" Luke asked, patting down his black slacks and smoothing out his glittery blazer. Calum just stared at him, eyes full of confusion. Luke huffed and reached out to wipe some blood off cal's face.

"Alright column, walk behind me like I own your ass... cause I do." Calum let out a noise of protest but followed behind Luke, who was walking towards the entrance of the building.

Standing out front was a tall man in all black who watched Luke nervously as he walked by. The lights inside the building were strikingly dim but Calum knew to follow the sound of Luke's heeled boots. Smoke weaved through the air as he followed Luke through groups of people. A familiar hand reattached itself to his and pulled him through a dark hallway. Flashing purple lights attacked Calum's eyes.

At the end of the hallway was a less trashy area with somewhat satisfactory leather booths and dull yellow lights. Two half naked women were braiding in between the tables with large trays in their thin hands. Luke pushed him onto one side of a round booth and slid onto the other. Calum looked up at luke trying to figure out what the fuck was going on but lukes eyes were trained on something else.

" Cal, who the fuck are they?" Luke's voice was soft, softer than Calum's ever heard so he doesn't interject. He averted his eyes to the middle of the room where a small group of people.

At the table sat two men, one had long black hair and a skin color similar to Calum's, the other had icy green eyes and messy silver hair. Both wore black but the silver haired man dressed somewhat heavier, with a coat jacket accessorized with multiple buckles over an un-collared black dress shirt. His legs were parted and in between them sat a boy with curly black hair that reached the end of his ears and created a curtain, blocking the world from his eyes. A black silk blouse hugged his chest loosely as shiny leather pants clung to his thick legs. His head was hung low but a thick black choker was visible around his neck. If cal hadn't been analyzing everything about the strange group of people, he probably wouldn't have seen it. A thick leather band was clenched in the silver haired man's hand, connected to it was a silver chain that hung off the boy's collar. Calum's seen it before in the industry, powerful men like to have "pets'' but something about the couple felt off. As if he felt the stares on him the boy lifted his head and made direct eye contact with calum. The boy looked away quickly but not before he saw the familiar hazel eyes.

"Holy fuck" slipped from his mouth. Luke turned to him, an expectant look on his face.

"What?" The blonde questioned impatiently as his blue eyes darted from the couple to calum.

"That's Ashton Irwin"

"The one on the floor? Who is he?" Luke never made any attempt to learn the names of anyone he couldn't fuck which meant calum knew everyone, almost everyone.

" The downfall of the Irwin clan? Peter Irwin and his wife were murdered and the whole business was supposed to fall onto their son who disappeared the day after they were killed. I met him once, He was a preppy little shit with a raging drug addiction." Luke nodded his head and waited for more information but cal couldn't stop looking at Ashton. He appeared much more matured then when Calum had seen the then 16 year old. He had vibrant red hair and had tried to charm his way into Calum's pants. It almost worked too.

" Okay, who are the other two?" Calum looked at the two sitting at the table and instantly recognized one of them.

" That's Vic Fuentes, Quinn's bitch. I don't know the other one though" Luke narrowed his eyes and calum's own fell back onto the black haired boy. They fell into a calm silence till Luke spoke up.

" I want him" Calum didn't need to ask who. Working with luke for almost a year meant he knew the other's type. Dominant men who could kill you easily without a second thought.

" That's not an option. If the guy has irwin he has to have some fucking authority." Calum looked back at the table where Ashton and the man were standing, Ashton somewhat leaning into the tall male. He sent a nod to Fuentes before meeting his pets eyes and walking down the purple hallway.

" I don't give a shit, man, I want him. When I get him you can have the twink... if you help me" Calum shook his head. He's dealt with Luke's romances three times to many. Ashton wasn't worth it. Luke growled and let his hand wander up cal's thigh.

" You don't want him? Are you sure? Imagine him Under you, breathing heavily and whining your name. Begging for you to put your hands of his body. Pretty pink lips around your cock as you grip his hair" Calum's eyes filled with dark lust as Luke's hand continued to roam. He shot up from the table and sent Luke a look before walking down the same hallway the couple had earlier. He didn't need to give Luke an answer, they both knew what went on in Calum's mind.

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The white powder danced up Luke's nose. He unrolled the 5 dollar bill, now coated in a white powder, and threw it onto the carpeted floor of his apartment. He fell onto the couch and let the cushions cradle his head. His body filled with pure bliss as he shut his eyes. He hadn't slept in 3 days and he hadn’t intended to, Calum had stuck him with the job of trying to find information about Ashton. 3 days and nothing but the information they already had. He was an 18 year old college drop out with a drug problem. 21 hours after his parents' deaths he had left his home and disappeared.

Out of his head and back in reality, luke heard a creak echo through the hallway. His apartment was newer, on the southside of town, and he paid well for it so when he heard creaking outside his front door his eyes shot open. He reached in between the couch cushions and pulled out a random pistol he had stashed there after his mother’s visit. His hands were shaking slightly but they were still enough to take a safe shot. The noise of the heavy front door opening rang through the apartment followed by it’s shutting and footsteps walking through the lonely apartment. The footsteps of someone’s heavy black boots. Luke lowered his hand and tossed the gun onto the couch before laying back down.

“Shit, cal-pal. You really know how to stop a guy’s heart” Luke spoke loudly as he ran a hand through his freshly showered curls. Calum came into view, black skinny jeans clung to his legs and a green hoodie clothed his chest but the same old black boots were on his feet. Luke never saw Calum outside of work, it felt strange seeing him in ordinary clothes.

“Hood” calum corrected in a deep mumble. He rested one shoulder against the white door frame and tossed a blue folder onto luke’s dusty coffee table.

“I found him” Luke smiled widely and jumped forward for the folder.

“ Michael Gordon Clifford. Graduated from high school with a 4.1 GPA and a full scholarship for MIT. It was terminated due to his arrest at 18 for assault and battery, assault on a police officer and domestic violence. Sentenced to 19 years but got released after 3 because he’s buddy-buddy with fuentes-”

“Kell-”

“Quinn’s bitch, yeah. He’s a kill for hire but he’s loyal to Quinn, owns a place off of Suanderway and rose lake.

Luke opened the folder, inside held multiple papers and a mugshot. Luke smiled at it, Michael stared at the camera grimacing, his hair was bright red and a black bar stuck through his eyebrow.

“ His address and personal shit’s all in there”

“ I’m going to suck your dick for this, cally” Luke said while still looking at the mugshot.

“At this point it’s sexual harassment, Hemmings” Calum turned to leave.

“ No, don't leave, I'll make you dinner or something. I can be your fucking house wife” If Luke was more sober he would’ve puched himself for sounding so desperate but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment.Calum looked at him then at the powdery coffee table.

“We’ve got work tomorrow.” Luke sighed loudly as Calum left. Calum was always playing hard to get but one day Luke would get him. One day wasn’t anytime soon however. He looked back down at the folder and squealed when his eyes caught the address. Grabbing the bright yellow sticky note, Luke ran through his hallway and out the door. Not thinking twice, he ran down 4 flights of stairs and entered the front lobby where a blonde girl behind the counter was staring at him. Dead set on catching Calum before he left, he sprinted out the glass doors and immediately spotted Calum Hood opening a car door belonging to a black range rover. Still not out of breath Luke approached the car and yanked open the passenger door before throwing himself in. He exhaled loudly before turning his head and making eye contact with Cal. A look of pure shock took over his face as he watched a panting luke smile back at him.

“So cal-pal, I need a ride.” Luke spoke in a tone he hoped was nice enough for Calum to do him a favor. It wasn't.

“Get the fuck out my car Hemmings” Calum growled out, luke didn’t like how he said it. If he was a man of less confidence he would have already been out of the car.

“No calum, I need you to take me to mikey’s house” Luke said it urgently, calum’s face was brimming with anger. 

“Drive yourself Luke. Goddammit,” he ran a tan hand over his face roughly,” you're so goddamn infuriating” 

“C’mon calum, it’s a 10 minute drive. Just drop me off real quick. This is more important than wherever you're rushing off to” Calum glared at Luke with so much animosity, he felt goosebumps rise on his skin.

“I can assure you, Hemmings, it’s not. Now get the fuck out of my car before i drag you out”.

“Im a nice enough person, right calum,” luke’s voice dripped in the mix of anger and annoyance he was feeling,” im asking you for a small fucking favor. I'm sure whatever whore you’re off to see can wait-” Regret flooded Luke's veins, his eyes followed Calum's tenacious hand as it pulled a small black gun from the center console before harshly pushing it against Luke's temple. The other gripped brutally at bleached curls causing luke to let out a yelp of pain and not the pleasurable kind.

“I dislike you hemmings but don’t think that makes you special, you’re just the coke whore Gaskarth has me working with. When you overdose on the bathroom floor, alone and self-loathing, I'll simply move on to another.” Calum unclenched his hand from Luke's hair as icy blue eyes stared in disgust into the melted chocolate colored one’s. He let his hand grab the  white reusable coffee cup from the cup holder and toss it into calum’s lap. The latter cursed and dropped the gun in an attempt to stop the burning liquid from spreading further. Luke opened the car door and jumped out,

“You’re a real fucking tool, calum hood.”