Day 265 - Friday, September 12th

[papalobo]

[A Chinese man who is definitely a mature adult and not a teenager checks in to the Hyatt, one of their more exclusive rooms, along with his half-white half brother who is also certainly not a teenager and most definitely not the notorious gang leader wanted on suspicion of a September 11th New York City bombing in retaliation for an angry rogue sect of anti-American zealots.

The entire suite floor has been rented out, and it requires a special key card in the elevator and on the stairs to enter that floor. But they can rent one of the still very luxe rooms directly beneath.

A familiar white limo is in the car garage, though the opportunity to gawk or investigate is slim, between the security cameras and live guards.

There's still no contact from Max, but the Department of Homeland Security has become involved, and has begun to enter Ash's territory with intent to arrest any known figures within his gang to bring in for questioning.]

Day 284, Wednesday, Oct 1st

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[jadedlynx]

[ It's not as if Ash hasn't cried before. He's sobbed to Eiji and Blanca too. Likely, he cries more than most would assume and yet still much less than his circumstances would suggest. Rarely is it so very wounded and beyond his control. It's not the quiet tears that usually come, but the sound of an animal on the verge of death.

It says a lot without saying a word. 'It hurt' 'I was so scared' 'I can't fix it' 'I'm losing everything I finally allowed myself to want' 'I messed up' 'I'm sorry' 'I still feel them' 'I still smell them' 'I still hear them' ' I want to stay with you' 'I don't want to go back to that life'

As close as his body is, he can feel Ash trying to speak. This wasn't meant to guilt Max into anything, but there was no sound beyond the tears. If Max is going to open himself up, Ash settles into the lap, head still buried against whatever space is available. ]

[papalobo]

Dumbass. [Max's hand lightly smacks at the back of his head, as if he can hear those unspoken words. He moves to even urge Ash to pull his legs up, really curl up like a damned brat despite the two of them being almost the same height.] If you're dumb enough to settle for me, I'll be dumb enough to make you watch me fuck it up and not be enough, over and over and over again.

And I'm gonna get them back, too. Me 'n Peter. And some other rags if they're useful, but that guy, his readers, we'll find other people, enough evidence it ain't all on you. We'll keep the victims safe. And use your money and my fame and shit, we'll pull in your other boyfriend if we got a use for him.

It won't get undone, but it won't end like this, either. I'm the author here. I'm not the best writer who'll definitely get you to a happy end, but...

[jadedlynx]

[ But will he? Haven't they tried this again and again and again and then again for good measure? Isn't this just putting off the inevitable? But when was the last time Max's voice sounded like that? Not angry or defeated but...

It felt like Max. Somehow, Ash manages to cling harder. There's something that sounds almost like a chuckle in the midst of the cries. ]

Not...fi-tting there...

[ Curled up against Max. Ash isn't actually a cat. The words barely make it out, but they do. ]

[papalobo]

Shut up! [Max's hands insistently pull and rearrange Ash's feet and legs, urging the boy's wet face into his shoulder, instead of his chest, the other arm keeping him balanced as one leg stretches out to hook his foot around the edge of the desk just in case the chair threatens to tip.] There's an internet joke thing about cats fitting everywhere, so your stupid cat ass is gonna fit and it's gonna be a metaphor about how cats fit anywhere, even in your fucked up ass life. 'cause my metaphors or irony or whatever're better'n his, and you'll like 'em more, and stop thinking about stupid things like someone else making the cats happier'n you do.

[jadedlynx]

Max?

[ This time, the word comes out a bit better, if confused. He has no idea what's happening right now. He went from lost in whatever fog that was stinging everything to here in the moment but... completely unsure of what was happening in the moment. ]

So...what?

[ Ash is getting it under control, but some things do linger. ]

I fit in your lap, and I have to keep the cats?

[papalobo]

And if you try and fight me, I'll knock your ass out and tie you up and take a picture of you all bundled in my lap. Now fit.

[jadedlynx]

[ It's so ridiculous that it's impossible to remember the last two weeks. ]

Why would I help you...with your own bet?

[papalobo]

You're not helping willingly, I'm bullying you and threatening you and pickng on you when you're vulnerable.

[jadedlynx]

[ And again, his shoulders begin to shake. Maybe being bullied was too much. Only... the next sound that comes out of Ash's mouth, with his face still pressed against Max's chest, isn't one so tortured. It's laughter. The sound is lighter for how tortured he'd sounded just moments before. ]

You're... ridiculous.

[ And god, so much like Max. ]

[papalobo]

You're the one curling up in my lap at your age. I'm the ridiculous one?

[A hand smack's Ash on the thigh, once his legs are in place. Ash fits. Ha. Point made.]

[jadedlynx]

You're definitely...

[ His words are cut off by another laugh. ]

Definitely the ridiculous one.

[ Max is the one who put him there. ]

[papalobo]

And you're keeping two cats.

[Satisfied with his 'win', Max's arm moves to let Ash's feet down, if he wants.]

[jadedlynx]

Or what?

[ He'll try to move, but he's really laughing now. ]

You're going to rock me to sleep?

[papalobo]

You punched me, I'm still feeling it, so you do got one coming for you.

[For his part, Max does a pretty convincing act at someone sincere, completely serious in his frustration, as if dealing with a drunk, rather than being the ridiculous one himself.]

[jadedlynx]

I'm not sorry at all.

[ Ash is collecting himself now. That... had been a rollercoaster. One that leaves him a bit unsteady without knowing how to feel, but one that...

well, at least it didn't end at the bad part. ]

Sometimes people deserve a punch.

[papalobo]

If you're gonna do it when I'm too weak to fight back, make it one good enough I can stop feeling bad about the Christmas eve punch I gave you, at least.

[jadedlynx]

It was enough to knock you down. If I swung any harder, I'd have knocked you out.

[papalobo]

I can't hit back hard, but I can still take it pretty good. You think I'm that glass jawed?

[jadedlynx]

[ He's wiping at his face, trying to at least dry it. ]

Less than an hour later, you're forcing me to cuddle into your lap. I hit you plenty hard enough.

[papalobo]

Remember that. I'll do it next time too. [Max's hand pushes at the top of Ash's head, as if to push his bangs into his face, to give him an excuse to be wiping at his face as if just pretending to be straightening his bangs out of his eyes.] Think twice before you go picking a fight with me.

[jadedlynx]

Yeah, I don't want to know what comes after that. I'm going to go and try to bleach it from my brain.

[ It's bad enough that he needs to wash his face. But, more telling, since Max is close enough to rub at his hair, the tears were enough to wash at the makeup that was hiding the bruises. ]

[papalobo]

[Closer now, noticing those marks, he grabs that wrist. Suddenly standing, Ash is splayed over Max's desk, surprisingly agile and able to keep him from toppling over the computer with that single motion.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Expecting nothing aside from a clear path, Ash is completely taken off guard. Max knows why he wanted to get to the sink: to wash away the signs of crying.

Green eyes stare up at him, greener for the pale skin that allowed for such easy bruising. Bruises that were all too obviously shaped like finger marks. ]

Max?

[papalobo]

[Ignoring his confusion, his vulnerability, without thinking twice about possibly inflicting a flashback, Max holds that wrist tightly, a vicious shake running through his arms, as his eyes take it all in. He knew it happened. This wasn't a discovery. But the reality of it, as if Ash's tears, Ash's voice hadn't been real, needles into him when he's already been shocked too deeply in his core to take it.

They did this to him. Ash could have killed every single one of them, bare handed, and forced them to gas the room to get him to go down when more came in to try to subdue him directly. But he had to weakly, meekly let them overpower him, because Ash knew the reality outside of that cell wouldn't allow him any escape through violence even if the closed world of the interrogation rooms they violated him in would be within his sphere of control.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Instead of the fear, for now, Ash is overcome with shame. Realization hits him: the makeup is washed off. He's exposed. He'd kept nothing from Max once they were home, regarding the rape, so it's not a reveal, but there's a difference between bruises left in a fight and those left by people clutching your jaw while they forced themselves down your throat. ]

Max, I need to get up.

[ Ash turns his head to the side, trying to hide both his gaze and his bruises. ]