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Secrets (AllThingsCuddly/Gumdrop)

Jeremiah stepped over to the other side of the room to listen to Haru. Slowly he nodded at everything the other said. It all made sense. He barely did know Oliver and yet he had thrown away everything in his life to protect the younger man. It would have been so much simpler to hand him over to the pack, or even kill him himself, but he hadn't. Now he was alone save for Oliver and he didn't even know if the boy trips liked him. Even Haru's confession that he was the first one for Haru to call boyfriend didn't mean much. After all, their deal had been for Oliver to pretend to be his boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever. Was this just part of the deal? Did Oliver care about him at all?

He walked back over to where Oliver was still strung up and nodded at the explanation of the color system. It made sense, it really did. He held up the remote and turned the machine down to it's lowest setting, giving Oliver a short break because he didn't want the overstimulation to rub him raw and make this not enjoyable anymore. "I'm going to step out for a cigarette." He said, all too aware that Oliver would hear and knew the kid understood he only did that when he was stressed, but right now he didn't much care. "Keep an eye on him for me?" He asked Haru, handing him the remote before leaving the room.

Once outside he walked over to his car and leaned against it while he watched the house. What did he mean to Oliver? Was he just a client he had to please or was there something more? If he were to just drive away right now, would Oliver even care?
 
Oliver took an unsteady breath when the machine was turned back down. He looked over to Jeremiah with half-lidded eyes. He heard something but his brain wasn't comprehending really what it was being said. He called out to the man as he headed out the door, but through the gag, it wasn't clear at all what he was wanting. He was still stuck in that high that he hadn't been in a long time. His body was shaking from coming twice in such quick succession. His eyes followed Jeremiah until he was out the door and then quickly fell onto Haru who had the remote.

Haru nodded and glanced at the time and then looked at Oliver and watched him stare after the man that was leaving, "I'll give him 15 minutes," he said once Jeremiah was out of the room, "if he's not back in by then, you can choose to release or I can go after him," Haru said simply. Oliver seemed to settle down at that, but there was no actual telling since Haru was pretty sure Oliver couldn't really think for himself at the moment. Haru moved to sit down in a chair that he had set up and watched Oliver, eventually turning up the power for a few minutes before turning it back down again, just playing with the boy and keeping him in that wonderful high that he was in.
 
Bringing his cigarette to his lips, he glanced back over his shoulder at the car and saw the blood stains and sighed. He needed to get that taken care of. Any Oliver's suit. Though there was also something else he needed to take care of. He pulled out his phone and stared at it for a long time before dialing a familiar number.

"Hello." The voice was so familiar it made Jeremiah relax a little.

"Hey... How's Marcus doing?" He asked, glad Lucien had even accepted his call. He didn't seem angry either.

"He's fine. The blade missed anything viral. It'll take weeks to heal properly but he'll be okay."

Jeremiah let out a breath and smiled. "That's good." There was silence for a moment then he added on, "I miss you."

Those words actually made Lucien chuckle. "You've been gone for five hours. And I shot you."

"I know... But I still miss you. Are you moving the pack?"

Silence.

"Luc?"

More silence.

Jeremiah squeezed his eyes closed and was about to hang up when Lucien finally spoke again. "Come back. I don't know how I can survive without you."

Those words surprised Jeremiah and he smiled a little. "Really?"

"Yeah... But you can't bring the kid. I know he's not a threat anymore but I can't guarantee his safety, there are more than a few that blame him for this mess."

It was Jeremiah's turn to fall silent. He swallowed hard, not sure what to do or say. "I'll think about it." He said finally.

"Better think fast. We'll be gone by Friday. You know what happens then."

Jeremiah just nodded. Everytime they moved they got new phone and new identities. Once the pack was gone it would be nearly impossible to track them down again.

"I understand." Was all he said and then he hung up and pulled his unlit cigarette from his lip and placed it back into the box. Quietly he went back inside and into the room Oliver had taken him to. He found the bloodied suit and then set the black duffel bag on the bed and left again. In the bag was a collection of brand new clothes - all Oliver's size - a knife and holster and a new cell phone. It was a big out bag, he had one for each of them in the car, a last ditch bag in case things went south and they had to move quickly.

He stared at the house one last time before getting in the car and driving away.
 
15 minutes had passed, Jeremiah hadn't returned. Haru had gone to check but couldn't find him, or the dog for that matter. It also looked like the car was gone, "Well...that's a first." he muttered and moved back to Oliver, helping him off the machine and setting him in the guest room, tilting his head slightly at the duffle bag. So perhaps the man was coming back? He shrugged and waited for Oliver to come back down from his high. Once down he explained.

"I don't see him, cars gone...but his bag is here..." he said, moving aside.

Oliver looked at the duffle bag trying to understand. He moved over to it and opened it, looking through the stuff. "W-why did he leave?" he asked.

"Said he was going for a smoke," Haru shrugged.

Oliver's eyes went wide. "That fucking-" he started. He found himself angry, he wanted nothing more to curse him out. How dare he leave like this! That wasn't their deal. He grabbed the bag and pulled out random clothes and pulled them on. Then he grabbed the knife, holster, and cell phone. He strapped on the knife and then the shoved the phone in his back pocket. "I'll give directions, you fucking drive," he hissed at Haru and headed out to Haru's car. He was fuming as he gave the direction to the stupid mansion. When they got there he got out of the car, "I'll be fine from here. Go home," he said to Haru.

Haru wasn't so certain but one look from an angry Oliver he headed out. Oliver headed straight for the front door and pounded on it. "Jeremiah, you get out here you fucking shithead! You don't get to leave like that!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Jeremiah! I'm not fucking leaving until you get your sorry ass down here and tell me our deal is over like a fucking man! We had a fucking deal! And like hell I'm getting dumped by you fucking walking out!" he screamed, growling. "Lucien you send him out here, right now! That sorry fucker has some answering to fucking do, I don't give a fuck what you do to him after that but I swear to god if you kill him before I fucking get dumped properly I'm gonna kill you!"
 
Lucien was in the process of getting things ready for the move when he was heard the pounding on the front door. Who the fuck? It didn't take long for three men with guns stepped out and surrounded Oliver, then four wolves circled around, all growling.

With a sigh, Lucien suddenly understood what was happening and he made his way down to the front door and opened it. "He's not here." He said dryly, looking at the kid. "He called about half an hour ago and I told him I'd take him back if he left you. But he never showed up." He explained, leaning against the door frame. "Now, I let you leave once because Jeremiah asked me to. I don't know that I can let you leave again."

---

After dropping the suit off at the dry cleaners he drove to a specialist he knew that just might be able to get the blood out of the back seat. The man took one look at it and told him it was a hard case but he'd try. He would have to keep it over night though. So after that he had to call for an Uber.

As the car was pulling up outside Haru's house, another car was pulling into the driveway and he got out. He saw Haru get out of the car and suddenly felt worried. "Where's Oliver?" He asked with concern.
 
Oliver stepped back when the men with guns stepped out and the wolves surrounded him. He looked at Lucien when he was told Jeremiah wasn't here, he looked confused and then looked back at the wolves. "Then where is he?" he asked, "he left without saying a word..." Oliver asked. "There is no way he's not here," he said. "I want to talk to him, now, Lucien."

---

Haru took one look at Jeremiah and sighed, "Fuck. I swear, this is it. The boy is too much of a fucking handful. Though, you could have helped by leaving a fucking note. He's at some mansion. Had me drop him off, I'm pretty sure he was looking for you. I'm assuming it's your house? He looked pretty ticked off with you, pull this leaving stunt regularly? He seemed rather concerned by you going for a smoke," Haru said, not realizing the danger that he left Oliver in. He tossed his car keys over to Jeremiah "Keep her in one piece, house key is on the chain, I'm going to bed!" he said and headed back into the house using the spare key he had.
 
Lucien chuckled, watching the confusion and disbelief on the man's face. "You're right, you caught me. He's inside. Come on, I'll take you to him." He said, motioning for the man to follow him inside the mansion.

---

At Haru's words, Jeremiah fell still. "I thought you..." He trailed off and shook his head. "I took the car to get cleaned. Fuck!" He caught the key and looked at Haru with dismay. He had never left Oliver before, well not for more than a few hours. Why would Oliver think he has leaving him for good. "Wait-" he said as something occurred to him. "That means I must mean something to him." He said then shook his head and turned to look at Haru but he was already inside. Instead of leaving, he followed the man inside. "Wait, do you know how to fire a gun?"
 
Oliver hesitated when Lucien suddenly agreed with him but he didn't exactly have many other choices, so he followed.

---

Haru rolled his eyes "Uh...yeah, that's usually what it means when you're boyfriend and boyfriend," he said, "And yes, you thought correctly! I love the little bastard, but as I said I've grown to accept that I will only ever be able to have his body. He doesn't love me back. Doesn't mean that the little shit isn't still a fucking handful all the damn time and for whatever reason I induldge him way too much," he huffed as he called over his shoulder, he was a bit surprised to see Jeremiah inside with him. "And why do I need to fire a gun? I'm not shooting the idiot...he's a fucking idiot but that doesn't warrent him a death," Haru said, looking a bit taken aback, "Jesus fucking Christ what as he managed to get himself into now?"
 
Leading the way inside, Lucien took Oliver to the one room - other than the gun safe - that he had never been in; Lucien's room. The room itself was larger than any others in the house but it also had an attached study, a master bathroom and two walk-in closets. One of the closets had been converted to a holding cell. The pack always had one, for newly turned wolves or wolves that decided to try going rogue. Lucien lead Oliver inside and then suddenly turned and grabbed the kid and shoved him in. He pressed him up against the wall and used the silver chains to lock him against the wall.

"Jeremiah has been at my side, serving me loyally for two hundred and fifty years." He growled, anger in his eyes. "We have had our differences in the past but he's never flat out disobeyed me or shown me any sort of disrespect, until you came along. He chose you over me, fought me to protect you, and you think he just up and left you to return to me? I asked him to come home, gave him another chance to choose between me and you and he said he'd think about it but even over the phone I knew he would choose you. Again. Now that I have you, however, he'll have no choice but to come back to me." Turning, he left the closet, closing and locking the door, leaving Oliver in darkness. The chains Lucien had used were loose enough to allow Oliver to move and even walk around a little but he wouldn't be able to reach the door, let alone the light switch. The room was reinforced, there was no way for a werewolf to get in or out without the key, a human stood no chance of escaping.

---

So the truth was out, this man was in love with Oliver, but Oliver didn't return that love. Did this really mean Oliver might love him on some level? He had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. How could he explain the situation to Haru while avoiding the whole werewolf thing? Oliver still hadn't fully recovered from that bombshell, he couldn't expect Haru to accept it after only knowing him a day. "I left my ex to be with Oliver. We hadn't really been together for some time but we still lived together. We..." He hesitated and then smiled.

"I guess we're kinda like you and Oliver. He loves me but I could never love him, not in that way. We still lived together, in separate rooms, and we'd fuck on occasion. You've just delivered Oliver into his hands." He said and then held up his own hands. "I don't think Lucien will hurt him. He doesn't want to hurt me and now that he understands what Oliver means to me he wouldn't want to hurt him... But he will probably use him as leverage." He stepped forward, pulling his gun from his holster and handing it handle first to the man. "If I take this with me I'm likely to do something stupid. Hold onto it for me? If I don't make it back, keep taking care of Oliver."

That said, he turned and headed out of the house, pulling out his phone and dialing the phone he had placed in the duffel bag, praying Oliver had taken it with him.
 
Oliver nearly stopped at the door to Lucien's room. He was starting to get a really bad feeling about this. Still, he followed Lucien into the room and gasped as he was grabbed and shoved against a wall, only to be changed to it. He looked even more confused, "That's not-" he gulped, "Well maybe it's because his family is forcing him to choose between things they shouldn't!" he retorted back to Lucien, "Let me out of here!" he called, struggling against the chains. He moved away from the wall and tugged as hard as he could on the chains but they just wouldn't budge. He looked around into the darkness, he could just barely make out the door and walked towards it tugging on the chains and reaching for it, but he just couldn't reach. He sighed and moved back closer to the chains, he sat down on the floor. "Fuck..." he murmured to himself. How did he manage to get himself mixed up in shit like this? How was he supposed to know that Jeremiah hadn't just left him?

---

Haru looked rather unamused by the little story and shooks his head. He took the gun from the man, before moving closer to Jeremiah, "Not a single hair is harmed on him...or I will be using this gun on you, you understand me?" he hissed at the man. "And I will make sure that it is the most unpleasant slowest death you've ever faced in your life. Bring him back unharmed," he growled.

With that he let Jeremiah leave glaring at the door as he left before heading off to bed, though he was mostly going to be pacing until Oliver got back or Jeremiah did.

---

Oliver jumped when he heard a phone ring, "What a fucking strang- oh!" he stopped and glanced at his back pocket, that was right he had brought the cell phone. He shifted and grabbed it and answering the call, "Um...hello?" he asked, unsure of who it could be. What an odd predicament to be in. He had the means to call the police and he had the feeling that even if he did...he'd probably condemn the poor police officers to death if he called them.
 
At Haru's threat, Jeremiah just laughed. "Wouldn't be the first time I was shot with my own gun." He told the man confidently - though in all fairness it did sound like bravadoes. He didn't bother to mention that it wouldn't even be the first time today that he had been shot with his own gun.

When Oliver answered, sounding scared and cute and completely confused, Jeremiah smiled. "I'm glad you're okay. Before you tell me what he did to you, I need to apologise. I am so sorry. I should have left a note or something. I just though Haru was having too much fun with you and figured he'd keep you occupied longer. I only left to take your suit to the dry cleaner and the car to get cleaned. By the time I got back, Haru was just returning home. Now, tell me what Lucien did." The fact that Oliver had been able to answer in the first place told Jeremiah that his theory was probably correct. He assumed Lucien would lock Oliver in the holding cell then use him as leverage to get Jeremiah to return.
 
Oliver's eyes went wide when he heard Jeremiah on the other end of the phone, "you're gonna have to do a lot more than fucking apologize through a phone you jackass!" he said, shouting through the phone. "And you're damn right you should have left a fucking note! Why on Earth would you think it's okay to just up and leave like that with no warning?" he said. "We were in the middle of fucking the ever-loving shit out of me and you decided to call Lucien and go get some dry cleaning done! What the fuck is wrong with you? Who does that! Especially without that being planned, not okay! It's one thing if we planned something like that, but god damn...if we haven't don't you ever do that shit again!" he said, going quiet for a moment as he seethed.

"I don't know, he's locked me up in a closet. Seriously, I know we just left an entire back room stuffed to the brim with sex shit...but this is pretty damn kinky..." he said before sighing, "He's using me to bring you back..." he mumbled, "personally I think this means he shouldn't have forced you to choose in the first place. Like seriously...if he let me stay and let you stay...we would have been in this same situation...er...minus me being locked in a closet. Well, maybe we would have reached this eventually, but it would have probably been a bit more consensual..."
 
"Oliver, Oliver, not so loud. Those walls are reinforced but they're not sound proof. If Lucien hears you shouting he'll come to investigate and he might take the phone away. Look, no, I know I fucked up, okay? Just hearing that the first thing you did after I just left my entire world was to run to a man that loves you... It hurt. I needed some time to process it. Look, we can talk about all this later, right now I need to get you out of there. I don't think Lucien thought in would pick you, it's the only reason he even asked me to pick. He was so sure I would pick him."

He sighed. He was already on his way to the house but he had no idea how he could convince Lucien to let Oliver go. "That room is used to control newly turned wolves, the ones that have no control over their transformation. The only way for me to get in there is to get the key from Lucien." Now he hesitated. "I might be able to get him to let you go... If I agree to stay with him. You can go back to Haru, I'll give you enough money that you'll be set for life. You won't have to get yourself mixed up with gangs or any of that shit anymore... You can have a normal life."
 
Oliver huffed when he was told to stop shouting, but quieted down all the same, "What?" he asked when he mentioned a man that loved him. "I didn't run to a man that loves me. Haru doesn't love me, not like that, we're just fuck buddies. Where the fuck did you get that idea?" he questioned, "I mean, we're best friends and all, but that's it," he said shaking his head. "Still a really shitty thing to do. That's like having a kid choose between parents."

he felt his heart stop when he heard Jeremiah saying that he should just go back to Haru that he'd give him money. He bit his lip and glared at the darkness that surrounded him, "You're a fucking idiot!" he shouted into the phone and promptly hung up on the man, silenced the phone and shoved it into his back pocket once again before he huffed himself down onto the floor. "fucking dumbass. fucking...thinks I want...I don't fucking fuck for money, I thought I made that..." he grumbled to himself, angry at Jeremiah and angry at Lucien. Eventually, he got back up not liking sitting still and started to pace as much as the restraints let him. "fucking werewolves, fucking Tony, fucking...fucking!" he growled as he paced like a caged animal.
 
Shit. Oliver didn't even know that Haru loved him? He almost just fucked that up too. "Oliver, calm down, please. Oliver-" The man hung up on him. Damnit. He shook his head and pressed down on the accelerator. He kept half his attention on the road while the other half was still on the phone. He figured Oliver wouldn't answer if he called again so he composed a message to him. He pressed the voice to text button and began to speak.

[Oliver. I'm sorry. About everything. You deserve to have a good life. I know you don't sleep around for money, and I'm not trying to pay you for that. I just want you to be safe and happy. I just know that without some sort of income or money or something you'll probably fall into the wrong crowd and be back in another fucked up situation. You're a smart, brave and amazing man, I don't want that life for you. I can only see two ways of getting you out of there alive. Either I kill Lucien and take control of the pack, or I let him have me in exchange for your freedom. What would you have me do?]

Once his mini novel was done, he hit send and pulled up to the gates outside the mansion. He stopped the car outside the gates and put it into park. He turned off the engine but didn't head inside yet. Instead he just stared at the house, trying to decide what he would need to do. Walking in there could just be a death trap. He might end up getting himself killed and all of this would have been for naught. He felt at his side and winced. The gunshot wound was mostly healed but it was still tender, if he got into a fight any of the wolves inside would use it against him. Not to mention the fact that he knew their arsenal contained some silver bullets - protection against other werewolf packs.

---

Lucien threw open the door to the closet. "God damn, boy. I've had wolves in here make less noise than you. Just what do you think this shouting is going to accomplish?" He growled, thankfully showing no sign of having seen the cell phone. He looked the other over for a moment then smiled. "Not sure how long it's gonna take for Jeremiah to notice you're missing. I think you mentioned he left without saying anything?" He thought about it for a moment then nodded. "He's a hot head but when he storms off it usually only takes an hour or two for him to return. Of course, just because you're gone that doesn't mean he'll know you came here... Maybe I should call him again. Or... I can wait until after I fuck you to call him."
 
He didn't have time to check the text before Lucien had opened the door, "Annoying you," he said, rolling his eyes. Though when he saw the smile he stepped back a bit. He glanced over Lucien's shoulder and licked his lips. "You make it sound like he's not here," he said. Though from the phone call he knew that was a fact, but since Lucien didn't seem to get the gist of the shouting or that it was a conversation he was having on a phone, he might as well keep up what he had originally thought. At the threat of being fucked, he stepped back a bit further, being stopped by the restraints from moving any further back into the closet. "Wow, or how about you just one up your assholeness and fuck me while you're on the phone with him. I'm just sure that will get him to come even faster," he said, his tone incredibly sarcastic. "You're a total prick, you know that. What kind of person makes someone they claim they love to choose between people like that? Don't know why he bothered to come with me anyway," he said, "especially if he was just gonna come back here in the first place."

Oliver looked away from Lucien, "just leave me the fuck alone," he murmured, "I'll sit in here and be quiet if that makes it any better for you. So sorry that I'm a nuisance, I was just doing my fucking job. I didn't want anyone to get-" he stopped, "Marcus is okay, isn't he?" he asked, realizing that Lucien hadn't hurt him so odds are he was but he wanted to be sure, "I-um..." he started, "Honestly, if I had known that it wasn't wise to leave that blade here, I never would have. Or at the very least I would have secured it better. Also, just so you know I have another knife on my leg," he said, nodding down to the holster. "Jeremiah bought it so I'm assuming it's something that can't harm you."
 
Lucien let his anger get the better of him and he stepped forward, grabbing Oliver by the throat and slamming him against the wall. "When will you get it through your thick fucking skull? Jeremiah is not here! He left me for you, you little shit! I can't even see his appeal. I like me men to be men, not whiny little boys." He said and looked Oliver over. "Honestly, I just don't see what he likes about you."

He heard the other asking about Marcus but didn't bother to answer. Though his interest was piqued when he heard that Jeremiah had given him a new knife. "How about I do call him. But instead of fucking you while I'm on the phone with him, I'll just cut you up a little, hmm?"

Though as he reached to take the knife from the other, his phone started to ring. Leaving his hand around Oliver's throat, he pulled out his phone. "Well speak of the devil." He answered and put the phone on speaker. "Have you made your decision?" He asked, acting as though he didn't had Oliver by the throat

"Let him go Luc. I'm right outside but I won't come in until you assure me that you'll let him go."

Lucien stared at the phone for a minute. "And how do you know that I have him?"

"A mutual friend told me he dropped him off on your doorstep. Why don't you come outside and we can talk?"
 
Oliver quickly grabbed the hand that was on his throat and did his best to remove it though it clearly wasn't working. "I don't make him fucking choose between people? I let him fuck me up the ass? I'm not the prick that turned him and expect him to lap at his boots every waking second? I actually want him to be happy and not fake it like some do?" he offered, though when the other mentioned cutting him up a little he kind of regretted offering up some of those suggestions.

The phone went off and he looked at it. He was still trying to pull the hand off him, though he wasn't really sure where he was gonna go since he was still chained. He wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt like he couldn't speak. He kept glancing back from the phone to Lucien, honestly a bit worried that if he did say anything he'd turn that threat into a reality. He gulped as he watched the phone and then looked to Lucien to see what his decision would be. He wanted so much to tell Jeremiah to leave and not come in here, but he had just told the other that he didn't want to make the other feel like he was choosing between his best friend or him. To tell him not to come would make it seem like that. He closed his eyes holding back the urge to speak and yell at Jeremiah for coming here.
 
"Or how about I let you listen as I slice open your boytoy?" Lucien growled back, clearly ready to hurt Oliver if Jeremiah didn't do as he was saying.

"Wait, are you in the room with him right now?" He asked suddenly.

"I have the little puke by the throat. He came sniffling back, whimpering and whining, begging you to go back to him. It was pathetic." He lied.

Those words made Jeremiah laugh. "Oliver wouldn't do that. He's a lot tougher than you seem to think. Do you have me on speaker phone, can he hear me right now?" He asked but when Lucien didn't answer, Jeremiah guessed that he was. "Oliver, I will get you out, okay? I don't know how, but I will. Just be strong for me. I'll see you-"

Lucien hung up the phone and growled. He glared at Oliver for a minute then left the closet, slamming the door closed behind him.
 
Oliver closed his eyes tighter ready for the other to actually grab his knife. He tried to nod when he heard Jeremiah's words, but with the hand at his throat he struggled a little bit to nod. He stared at Lucien once again as he was glared at. He took in a shaky breath when Lucien finally let him go and left the room. He moved trying to get to the door but was stopped once again by the chains. "Leave him the fuck alone Lucien!" he called out to the man, "He has the right to be happy and you know it!" he shouted "Just be a fucking friend for once!" he screamed before finally moving and slumping against the wall. Now all he had left was waiting. Either Jeremiah was going to get him out or Lucien was probably going to kill him. He shook his leg a bit, not liking being cooped up like this. He found he'd rather be out there hearing the conversation than just waiting here in silence and darkness wondering what was going to happen.
 
Lucien waited outside the door to the closet and he could hear Oliver. He had been listening to him for some time and had thought he heard the other speaking on the phone. Yet he hadn't seen him holding a phone when he opened the door last time. But maybe, just maybe now that Oliver thought he had left to go confront Jeremiah, he would be more careless? He gave it a minute and when Oliver fell quiet, Lucien opened the door again, hoping to see Oliver sending a text message to Jeremiah.

He wasn't. Useless boy was just sitting there. With a sigh, he strolled back in and yanked on the chains to drag Oliver back to his feet. He then pulled out a key and undid the chains. "You're gonna come with me to meet Jeremiah." He explained and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. "Now be a good boy and let me cuff your hands behind your back."
 
Oliver gasped and winced as he was pulled up by the chains. He looked confused when the chains were undone and then looked at the handcuffs. He hesitated for a while about having his hands handcuffed behind his back, "How about in the front? I'm not exactly comfortable with my hands behind my back," he explained, though he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to be given much choice. He still did his best to keep his back to the wall and moved to hold his hands in front. "Or you know, I'm good with not at all, it's not like I'm gonna run. I figured I already proved that to you. I didn't run last time, I'm not running this time."
 
"I'm not worried about you running, you git." Lucien growled and shook his head, yanking Oliver forward and clicking the cuffs tightly onto one wrist then yanked his arms behind his back and attached the cuff to the other hand. "Now get your ass moving before I reconsider just killing you and getting this over with."

He pushed Oliver in front of him, out of the room and down the stairs. Multiple eyes watches them as Lucien practically dragged Oliver out the front door and down the drive. As they reached the gate they found Jeremiah leaning casually against Haru's car but as much as he tried to look casual, Lucien could see the tension in his long time friend's form.

"I'm glad you came out to talk." Jeremiah said and stood up straighter. "You okay Oliver?"

Lucien looked over the car that Jeremiah was standing next to and started to consider that the man may not have been lying about a 'mutual friend' giving Oliver a ride over here. "You come alone?"

Jeremiah chuckled. "Who would I find that's crazy enough to match into a deep of werewolves with me?"

Lucien shrugged. "A hunter maybe."

Now Jeremiah scoffed. "You think I'd stoop so low as to work with hunters?"

"You stooped low enough to fall for this skimpy pound of flesh." Lucien nudged Oliver.
 
Oliver hissed at the other, "then there is no need for the cuffs don't you think?" he said, huffing as he was shoved and dragged. He watched as they got closer to Jeremiah, glancing back to Lucien every now and then. At least he could listen to the conversation this way now, that was good at least. He nodded when Jeremiah asked if he was okay, "Yeah, he didn't hurt me," he said.

"And your stupid enough to be jealous over this skimpy pound of flesh, congratulations we're all stupid now! Can we learn to get our heads out of our asses, apologize to one another, forgive and move on, or are we still playing big bad macho man?" Oliver said, huffing as he was nudged. He looked over to Lucien and then to Jeremiah, "cuz honestly if you two want to fuck or whatever, I don't mind. Just don't go killing one another. I'm not worth it," he said, stepping to the side to see if Lucien would even let him move away from him.
 
When Oliver tried to get away from him, Lucien grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

"He's got a point." Jeremiah said cooly. "We don't have to kill each other. We've all made some mistakes in all this but we are grown men, we can forgive and forget. No one was killed," he glanced over at Oliver then shrugged. "Well, no one important at least. That pathetic human gang was nothing more than a nuisance. How many got away anyway?"

"A few. None of the ones that know what we are." Lucien admitted.

"There, see? Our secret is safe. We know how to dispose of bodies and whatever's left of that gang will know better than to try that shit again."

"We still have to move." Lucien said slowly.

Jeremiah shrugged. "So what? We're accustomed to moving. Yeah this house was nice and I was just starting to feel at home here, but it's not that big of a deal."

There was a moment of hesitation and then Lucien sighed. "Why are we fighting anyway?"

This brought a smile to Jeremiah's mouth. "You tell me. I honestly don't remember."

Now Lucien actually smiled as well and he finally let go of Oliver. "You stupid asshole." He said as he stepped forward.

"Jackass." Jeremiah retorted but stepped forward as well, wrapping his arms around Lucien.
 
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