Rotten Spoiled Butterflies.

I swerve past cars, bullets flying past my own. The sirens blare as the revv of the engine keeps my adrenaline going. I don't know how, but they found me as my radio blares Choke. I smirk as I speed through the city dodging cars left and right.

The sirens slowly fall quiet as I speed down an alleyway. The brakes screech in anger as I hop out and slam the door behind me. I threw on a pair of sunglasses I had resting on the neck of my gray suit. We'll have to walk from here I suppose then since they know my car. With half-hazard steps, I make my way out of the alley.

My heels tapped against the sidewalk as my mind drummed. God-fucking-damn those Feds, always on my ass. It's getting worse due to my damned fucking blind rampage.

Gritting my teeth, I continue on down the practically gravel sidewalk. My arms flow beside me as I make my way through the shitty part of the city. I keep myself from slouching in my depression. My gun sitting in its hidden holster, polished to perfection. I spot a person with paper white skin and a terrifyingly skinny complexion.

My eyes widen and I clear my throat, what the hell is wrong with..- That's it… His eyes! My lungs fail for a slight second as I see the realization cloud his eyes. "D-Damien..?" He asks me hopefully, not trusting himself. His voice sounds so hellbent, what has happened to him in his time of homelessness?

I smile softly, pulling the sunglasses off. "Come here, my sweet husband," I reply in a cocky tone as he quickly rushes over. His fragile frame hugs me and his body completely shakes. A single solid tear runs down my cheek. The salty orb drops to the ground below as I hold him tight. His bony figure terrifies me as I rub his back feeling the ridges of his bones under my hands.

He lets out a muffled scream and pushes himself away from me. My eyebrows shoot up in alarm. He looks at me absolutely terrified, he keeps his hands away from himself. Tears streamed down his face. I crouch down, seeing the pure terror in his beautifully misty eyes. “Speak to me Alexander, tell me what happened.”

I watch his jaw shake rapidly as he gestures wildly with his hands trying to get something out, trying to form a word. “Breathe, breathe…” I whisper out. “E-E-... E-Ez… E-Eze..-” I can see he’s getting frustrated, the good in me wants to comfort him but I know he won’t like that. Touch is scaring him and in return scaring me. “E--Ezekial!” He all but screams out in a desperate voice.

Ezekial.. Ezekial... Ezekial. The name finally clicks. Ezekial Findear. What did he do to my boy? I come back to reality as soon as he crumbles to the ground. “We need to get you home, you need food and water. Please, Alex…” He looks up at me for the first time since we had ever met, he looks me in my eyes. The dominant raging in me should be mad but it only flares protectively.

I pull out my phone, dialing for Antonio, “I need you here immediately… Yes.. West ×××××× ×××××. Get here quickly.” I hang up. I stand and walk over to my boy. Crouching down, I pick him up in my arms. He hides his face in my chest as he visibly holds back his screams of resentment. I see the black car driving towards us as I sigh. He stops in front of us and I throw the backdoor open.

I slid into the seat with him on my lap, "Sir what happened to him?" I shake my head, "I can't answer that. He can't say it- whatever it is, it messed him up.. hard." I pet the boy's hair and hold him close.

The small moments of nightmares with my mother holding me close mimicked in my actions. I begin to hum, the soft sound comforted my young self, maybe it will comfort him…

He cries and sobs fall to soft tired whimpers. I look down watching him try to fight off sleep. "It's okay sweetheart, you're safe. You'll never see that disgusting foul excuse for a human ever again. You're safe now." I whisper softly, locking eyes with him. His once-bright blue-gray eyes fall, sunken in with no hope. What happened that destroyed this boy so?

I watch as his eyelashes flutter shut, his breathing falling slow. "Sleep peacefully…" I look up to meet Antonio's eyes. "It was something encompassing Ezekiel Findear." His eyes go lost in thought for a moment then refocused his contact on mine. "Do you think perhaps he figured out the relation between you two so he used Alex to target you in some way?" I nod firmly, my new feeling of protectiveness raging loud. I pet Alexander's hair, his hair grimy- only reminding me we need to take care of his hygiene.

With a long sigh, I sink into the seat, finally relaxing as the soft hum of the vehicle relaxes my tense muscles. I found my boy, he's back in my arms… I look down at him and smile. I probably look like a creep from outside perspective but I could give a shit less. My precious submissive husband was back in my grasp. I no longer have to lie awake wondering if he made it alive each day.

Though after an hour of endless rambling thoughts we slow to a stop on the driveway in front of my house. I never once called a house home. Because to me, nothing was home. Nothing ever felt like home, this house was just a place I slept. Yet when Alex was here it felt- different. Not a bad difference either, it was a warming difference.

Antonio gets out and opens my door so I can slide out easier. I hold Alex bridal style as we walk inside. A soft exchange with Mari then we're gone. I'm rushing to my bedroom to run my husband a bath. I set him down on my flush bed and sigh. With a soft smile, I rush into the restroom and begin a warm bath. Perhaps Mari's addiction to buying me stuff for the bath will finally come in handy.

She always tells me to relax and get my incense, bath salts, lotions, and the list goes on. Her constant need to see me relaxed is annoying. Yet it finally comes in handy. I pour some essential oils into the bath as well as a hint of my own soap.

The hum of water filling the tub with bubbles forming eases me to walk back out to the bedroom. "Alex.. wake up sweetheart, I ran you a bath…" He whines and opens his eyes. "Good afternoon.. glad you could finally join me." I chuckle and he rubs his eyes adorably, his hands balled into little fists.

“I have you a bath running, do you want me to pick you out some clothes?” He nods slowly and gradually gets out of the bed. I walk into the bathroom ahead of him to turn off the bathtub water faucet. He walks in as I’m walking out and bumps into my chest. His loud squeak of surprise makes me chuckle. Before I can even touch him he slips past me, “Make sure the bath water is hot enough, I’ll go get you clothes and a towel.”

Without acknowledgment, I walk out and head towards the walk-in closet. I spot his section of clothing left behind in his escape. With a sad smile, I picked up a pair of sweats, a soft t-shirt, and a pair of briefs. I quickly fetch a dark blue towel with Alex’s clothes in hand. Walking into the bathroom I see him sat on the edge of the tub.

“Here you go sweetheart, I’ll leave these here for you. If you need anything you can just yell for me, I’ll be in the bedroom working-” “Can you stay in here with me?” I look over towards his eyes, catching the timidness evident in them.

With a slow start, I smile, “Yeah, I can. I’ll turn around so you can get in.” He nods and I turn around, the sound of clothes shuffling draws my attention like a mutt. I don’t turn at least. I hear the soft movement of the water and turn around to see him comfortably sitting in the tub. His eyes drooping and I smile gently sitting down beside the tub.

"Can you tell me all that happened while you were gone?" His relaxed form disappears to a tense one. I frown, "I.. ran away from you because I wanted to go home… I then lived on my own for multiple weeks with a dog…" He pauses to think, "Then I met a-a-a man.. and a woman fighting. I asked if they were okay when the woman stormed off and the man asked me the same thing… He said I could come to his house at any point and pointed towards it."

Tears bubble in his eyes. "I was sick and dehydrated so with Venus, I went-.. to his house… I passed out and I woke up in a fake hospital-..." He became hysterical as he cried hard. I watched as he clenched his fist on the edge of the tub. I rest my hand on them, making him look up, just to slowly calm down.

“Take it slow, you don’t have to answer all at once…” He nods and looks away, seeming to get lost in thought. “That man.. He was bad… E-Ezekiel, Findear.. He.. shot me in the leg…” My eyes widen in alarm but I force myself to appear calm when he looks at me terrified. “I-I-I.. I had to pull..” He gulps, “The bullet out.. They didn’t take care of me..” Tears rush down his face. “At first they did… A-At first it was normal then it spoiled!”

He looks down, “H-He figured out we’re married and he was m-mad.. and scary… He talked about using me so I tried to run away and-an-and.. He shot me… After a long while I was taken away a-a-and I was naked. I was forced to lie down on my back in his.. Bed…” His breathing picks up and I gently squeeze his hands but he pulls them away. He looks me dead in the eyes and gestures to his body and it clicks. My baby… What did he do to my boy?

I nod gently, “Let’s get you cleaned up Pup, do you want to use my body wash?” He nods quickly and I can’t even take pride in his response because of the situation. With gradual movements, I grab the soap terrified to spook the smaller male. I grab the loofa I had bought him and apply a wealthy amount of soap to it. Wetting it I begin to rinse his upper body. I hand the loofa to him so he can handle the lower region while I wash his hair. I apply a glob of shampoo to my hand and gently scrub at his scalp with my soapy hands. I watch as he pauses in his movements to soak in my massage.

With a smile, I begin to rinse his hair. The soft sounds of water splashing relaxed me enough to let down my guard. I squirt some conditioner onto my hand and form his long hair into spikes. I laugh at how ridiculous it looks. “What did you do to my hair?” He says in a sassy tone as he reaches up to feel the row of spikes straight down the middle in a mohawk. “Damien…” He whines out my name, annoyed. “Alright, alright.” I chuckle softly and run my hands through his hair trying to get out the remaining tangles gently.

“Can I get my hair cut into a mullet?” I pause, confused. “It’s your hair sweetheart, you can do whatever you want to it. When do you want it cut? I’ll schedule an appointment with my barber.” He smiles and my chest flutters with sweet butterflies. “Can we get it cut as soon as possible?” I look in his eyes and nod. We remain quiet as I wash out the suds from his hair.

I stand slowly, joints popping and I groan. “You sound old.” I look down at the snickering male. “I will dump ice water on you.” He shifts away from me with a horrified expression as I walk out. “Get dressed and meet me in the dining room Pup.”