девятка! Devyatka! (I Want It!)

After a few moments and nervous thumps of Jamie’s heartbeat, the silence around us and of us thinking was cut off.

“They headed toward the woods!” Jamie stated, as he picked up Tyler’s shrill scream, before it was cut off and muted once more.

We darted for the woods, running through the grass. We entered the forest of trees and raced toward the direction of the noise. If Jamie Benn was a dog, he’d be a tracking dog, cause he was extremely alert and vigilant and we would never have found Tyler without him.

"Tyler!" Jamie screamed, as he ran through the woods. "TYLER!!" He had received a note a few minutes earlier in the form of a text. Tyler, Jamie's boyfriend, was being held by the madman pest of the Boston Bruins and according to the text, he’d been kidnapped for ransom. Of course, Jamie had agreed to pay the ransom instantly and he threatened Brad that if he hurt Tyler, the older Dallas player would have his head. A second text/note told him where he could find Tyler…but Jamie just hoped that the boy he had grown to love was still alive.

And that Brad hadn’t raped him again.

"Tyler?" Jamie reached a clearing in the woods where he was told that his boyfriend would be, but he did not see the boy. "Tyler?" Jamie gulped, standing still, listening, hoping for a reply.

"Mmmph!" Jamie heard a muffled cry and spun around, following the quiet, but audible noise.

After only a few seconds, he saw what he was looking for.

"Tyler!" Jamie rushed over to him. Tyler Seguin was bound tightly to a tree, several layers of duct tape covered his mouth, and a dark cloth was tied over his eyes. Jamie instantly pulled the blindfold off, seeing instantly the fear in Tyler's eyes. "It's okay," he whispered as he pulled the tape from Tyler's mouth as gently as he could. "I'm here, you're going to be okay."

Tyler whimpered into the gag as Jamie worked to remove it, finally spitting out the cloth that had been shoved inside of his mouth once the tape was gone. “Jamie, it’s a trap!”

Brad launched out from behind one of the trees and slammed Jamie into another tree. I rushed over instantly and dropped to the winded man.

“JAMIE!! NO!!”

The Bruin returned and slapped more tape over Tyler’s mouth, before he could plea with him or speak more.

“Marchy, what has gotten into you?” Patrice snarled. “You’re acting possessed!”

Brad whirled to his teammate. He swung the sword, which he’d gotten back and took with him, at the man and Reilly. “Go away Bergy, and take Mr. Rip-Off-Throw-In with you!” Brad’s eyes flashed beady red, as he swung the sword again. “Do it now!”

“I’m not a rip off!” Reilly snapped.

“Oh, you are! Coach thought you’d be a second Tyler Seguin, but you’re just an awkward rip off! Now beat it, while I rape Segs!”

“NO!” Patrice spat. He braved the sword swinging and stomped toward Brad. The pest swung and sliced Patrice on the arm. And that made him pause. He seemed to have been thinking that the winger wouldn’t hurt him, but he was wrong.

Brad brought the handle of the sword over his head and the Bruin collapsed to the ground. Reilly ran to him and hugged him closely. The pest didn’t care, he spun back to Tyler, who was struggling and frightened.

I remained with Jamie, who was still groaning and dizzy from the impact. I saw Reilly glance over at me, his lip quivering. I think everyone knew that I was the only one who could save Tyler.

“Val, you’ve--you’ve gotta save Daddy Tyler,” Jamie managed to say, before grabbing his head and grinding his teeth together.

I glanced up to see Brad shoving his hand down Tyler’s boxers and grabbing him. I could see the pain in Tyler’s face and the agony of my adopted dad filtered through me. I had to help him. It was time for Baby Russian to grow up. I swallowed the fear inside and got to my feet. Jamie slowly leaned back against the tree trunk.

“You’re gonna forget about Jamie Benn and you’re gonna love me and only me!” Brad snarled, as he manhandled and abused Tyler.

I balled my fist up and then I darted forward and jumped on Brad, surprising him. I pinned him against another tree, glaring at him. He smirked and laughed though.

“Really? Your precious Baby Russian is brave all the sudden, it’s cute. It really is.”

“Leave Daddy Tyler and Daddy Jamie and me alone.”

“Yeah, but you see, here’s the thing, Tyler’s my lover, so...” The small man shoved me off of him and I stumbled, landing on the ground. I saw the Bruin return to Tyler and snatch a bunch of his hair into his hand and yank his head to the side. Then I saw Brad lick Tyler’s neck. His hand was once more groping and fondling Tyler, making him squirm against the tree.

I scrambled to me feet and clenched my fist again. Brad gave me a wicked smirk and I watched as his hand shifted and Tyler “bucked.” He must have jammed his fingers into Tyler. It was gross, but it was the only answer. Brad cackled evilly and made Tyler jump again.

I was in shock. This wasn’t Brad Marchand...this was a demon!

The small man was rock hard in his pants and it was sickening what he was doing to my teammate. I narrowed my eyes. I had had enough of the watching game. I darted forward and brought my fist back. I punched Brad in the face and knocked him away again. I glimpsed Brad’s hand, which was drenched in some kind of….oh.

(That’s nasty!)

I punched Brad again, before I felt him being grabbed by Patrice and Reilly, who launched to action. I saw the disturbing wound on the older Bruin’s arm and struggled not to throw up. But he firmly held the fiery man back with help.

They dragged him backward, out of the forest and away from the scene. He was ignite with anger and he was thrashing about. It was a wonder the two had such a firm hold on him and managed not to have him break free.

I gasped in air, before I got to my feet and spun to Tyler, who was crying. His head was hung low and I could see that his boxers were damp. He’d come thanks to Brad’s rape of him. I walked over to Jamie, who was shaking his head. He was recovering and he got to his feet. I helped him a little bit, before he got control and looked at me.

I nodded to Tyler. His eyes flew wide and his head snapped in the direction of his boyfriend.

“Seggy!! Seggy!! Jamie’s here, Jamie’s going to take care of you!”

He peeled the tape off of Tyler’s mouth carefully and flicked it to the ground.

Before the younger man said anything, Jamie cradled his head in his hands and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t speak, Segs. Shh, Benny’s here.”

Then he drew back and allowed Tyler to take several deep breaths, while I snatched up the sword and passed it to Jamie, who began to slice at the thick ropes holding Tyler to the tree.

I watched them, biting my lip nervously.

"Baby, it's okay," Jamie assured him as he worked to cut his boyfriend free. Once he severed the ropes holding the shaggy brown haired man to the tree, he quickly sawed through the knots binding Tyler's wrists and ankles. Then he pulled Tyler into his arms and gave him another kiss.

"I'm s-scared," Tyler whimpered, falling limply into Jamie's arms.

"I know, Tyler, I know." Jamie slowly got to his feet, holding Tyler tightly in his arms.

He wanted to get him away from here, get him somewhere safe. He still didn't know where the two Bruins had taken Brad, so getting him away from this place as fast as possible. Especially if Brad escaped and came back. It was crucial.

Still terrified and scarred from the rape, Tyler buried his face in Jamie's chest, his arms wrapped around his partner's neck, holding on for dear life as he cried softly.

"Shhh," Jamie soothed as they walked. "You're safe now, I'm here."

“And Baby Russian too!” I exclaimed, cracking an innocent smile.

It seemed to cheer Tyler up a little bit. We said nothing the whole way, as we three made our way out of the woods and back to the warehouse. Tyler just clung to Jamie and cried. I followed them, feeling like a dog.

I spotted Patrice and Reilly with Brad, who had calmed down and looked different. He looked worried and concerned...and ashamed. But he’d already hurt us enough. It could be an act.

Jamie held Tyler close to him and glared at Brad, who looked down at his feet more. Patrice stood up and confronted Jamie.

“Look, we gave Brad some water and he just crashed. He told us he was apparently taking Crack or drugs to cope with Tyler’s disappearance. But apparently it pushed him too far and with the added alcohol he said he digested, he went off the deep end.”

“That’s great and all, but he hurt Tyler and I don’t think he should speak to Segs at this point. And I don’t blame my baby if he agrees. We’re going back to our house with Val. Maybe the two of them can talk later on. But not now. I don’t want Brad anywhere near Tyler and keep his sorry jealously depressed ass away from the crack!”

I shared a look with Reilly, who gave me an awkward smile. We walked off from them, heading back down the street toward the house.

Notes

Oh!!!! So Marchy was doing Crack...I'm not sure...it was the only excuse I could come up with, because I didn't want Marchy to be doing this on purpose. :P
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