A/N warning um the start lmao you already know what's going down

"I want you John,"

John grinned and slammed Alex back into the door, kissing him roughly and rocking his body against Alex's. He hooked his hands under Alex's thighs and lifted him up in one swift movement, trailing his lips to Alex's neck. Alex tilted his head back and untied John's bandana, letting it slip to the floor and winding his fingers in John's hair as a breathy moan escaped his lips.

John nipped, licked and kissed under Alex's jaw and down his neck. He bit down a little and Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping John's hair and pulling it gently.
"Ah~ John," he gasped softly until John pulled away to admire his artwork, his lips slightly swollen. He gazed up at Alex who was already breathing fairly heavily with flushed cheeks.

"So you've escaped from prison huh? Not doing the time you were sentenced? That's pretty bad," John purred, leaning closer to Alex. "I like bad boys," he smirked in a dangerously low whisper. He squeezed Alex's thighs and his eyes widened, a slight whimper escaping his lips. "You're my prisoner tonight, Alex,"

"Please John," he pleaded, pulling his face closer until their lips were a mere breath away. John's smirk never faulted as he pulled Alex away from the door, carrying him to the bed and throwing him down onto the bouncy mattress. John crawled over him and straddled him with a grin, leaning down to kiss him passionately. He leaned back, brushing Alex's hair out of his face delicately and gazing down at him lovingly.

"You're a beautiful man, Alex," he smiled down at him, Alex's cheeks glowing with a gentle blush. "You're my man," he added, his smile growing as he dipped down to pepper gentle kisses around Alex's face. Alex giggled and squirmed as John's hands explored his body. John latched onto the collar of Alex's denim jacket and pulled him to sit up under him.

As they kissed hungrily John ripped Alex's jacket off behind him, ditching it to the floor beside the bed. He then latched onto Alex's jumper and tugged it up, parting their lips quickly to tug it over Alex's head before reconnecting desperately. Alex caressed John's jaw as they kissed, John's cold hands slipping up Alex's shirt and delicately tracing over his warm skin.

Alex shivered and arched his back, leaning into John with a quiet moan. Suddenly John ripped Alex's shirt up, whipping it over his head and throwing it to the floor. He shoved Alex backwards to lie back down again, hovering over Alex and continuing their kiss a little rougher, his hands exploring Alex's skin excitedly.

He swiped his tongue along Alex's bottom lip and Alex parted his lips slightly, allowing John access to explore his mouth. Alex trailed his hands down to grip John's ass and he smirked triumphantly when John tensed up a little. John reached his hands back and grabbed Alex's wrists.

He pinned Alex's hands on either side of his head with a grin.
"I'm not into bondage, but you should know who's in charge," he spoke in a low, seductive hum, tracing his lips across Alex's cheekbone. "Who is it, Alex?"
"You, y-you John, I'm yours," he panted slightly, tilting his head back with a sigh.

John smirked and kissed Alex's cheek, pulling away to pull off his own upper garments before leaning back down. As Alex's hands were released his brought them up to caress John's face, his fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer into another kiss.

John trailed his hands down Alex's bare torso, finishing at the hem of his jeans and hooking in the belt loops, fiddling with the button and fly. Alex held one hand behind John's neck, kissing him as his short but sweet moans hummed against John's lips. John grinned and slowly slipped Alex's jeans down, taking his boxers with them.

Alex shivered lightly and broke his lips away with a few breathless gasps.
"St-stop being such a t-tease," he stammered quietly, glaring at John which he returned with a playful smirk.
"Fiesty," he muttered, pecking Alex's lips before breaking away completely to pull his jeans and boxers off.

He trailed his hands up Alex's legs, finishing at his hips and squeezing gently. Alex squirmed and whimpered underneath him.
John laughed and unzipped his own pants, leaning down to hover his lips over Alex's.
"Patience babe," he smiled cheekily, earning a pout from Alex.

John was mid pulling his pants off when frantic shouting began outside. John glanced back at the door worriedly but Alex reached up and held his cheeks, turning his face back towards him.
"It's just the gang members being idiots," Alex reminded him with a gentle smile.

John smiled, not doubting it for a second and leaning back down to kiss Alex slowly as his own pants came off. Alex kissed back eagerly, John beginning to grind up against him rhythmically, earning angelic moans to escape Alex's lips.
"J-John," Alex breathed, throwing his head back with a smile. John smirked and slowly spread Alex's legs, pecking his lips gently.
"You w-" he began to whisper before-

BAM BAM BAM
John jumped in shock with a squeak at the bangs on their door. Alex immediately sat up and wrapped his arms around him protectively, pulling him into his chest. For a moment they sat in silence, breathing heavily in each other's bare embrace.
"ALEX! JOHN!" James called out from the other side, banging his hand on the door again.

"Fucking hell!" Alex exclaimed furiously. "WHAT? WHAT'S SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU HAD TO INTERRUPT GOOD SEX?" Alex yelled back, evidently pissed.
"Cops! They're coming!" James yelled. "Get the fuck up and let's go!"

"FUCK THE POLICE!" Alex yelled, falling backwards with a furious growl. "Just come to shit in everybody's yogurt!"
John burst into laughter and quickly kissed Alex's lips.
"We'll finish this later," he whispered with a wink.

"Why can't we finish this now? We can hide! Johnnn," Alex moaned, wrapping his arms around John's neck with a pout.
"Do you want to finish this in a holding cell at the police station? Because I'd rather not," John giggled, pulling Alex's arms away. "The sooner we're dressed, the sooner we're on the road, the sooner I can f-" John began to tease, running his hand along Alex's side when BAM James banged on the door again.

"We need to go!" James growled. John sighed and pecked Alex's lips before jogging around the room to scoop up their clothes, quickly getting dressed. Alex mumbled a colourful string of profanities under his breath as he redressed himself. He literally threw his clothes on and was happy with that, ignoring his sex-hair and not bothering to try hiding the hickeys.

John finished getting dressed and tied his bandana as he ran to the door.
"You good babe?" He turned back to Alex briefly. Alex walked up to him with a hurricane brewing in his eyes. If looks could kill the door would be blown off it's hinges.
"No. I'm horny as fuck and 100% done with the correctional system in this country." He growled menacingly.
"Relatable." John muttered, throwing the door open and tugging Alex out.

James was waiting by their door to meet them, sniffling in the cold outside.
"Took your sweet time," he mumbled, tilting his head to signify them to follow him.

Alex scoffed as John pulled him after James. The trio ran back into the bar where the crew was all huddled waiting.
"That's ev- where's Sam?" Hercules began to speak, glancing around the bar with furrowed brows.
"I'm staying!" Sam called out from the behind the bar, Nathaniel beside him with his arms crossed, leaning against the bench top.

"You can't-" Hercules began to argue but Sam spoke over him.
"I'm done running." Sam spoke firmly, staring down the rest of the group. "Good luck," his expression was a concoction of fear and grim thoughts, the smile on his lips evidently forced.

James jogged up to the bar and walked around it, pulling Sam into a bear hug of sorts.
"Stay safe," he ordered, scruffing up Sam's hair. Sam nodded with an uncomfortable smile and Nathaniel slapped a hand on his shoulder.
"He's in good hands," Nat grinned, squeezing Sam's shoulder reassuringly. "Now let's get you out of here,"

Nathaniel jogged around the bar and waved his arm, ushering everyone to follow as he ran to the double doors that lead out the back.
"Stock up!" He called out, flailing his arms to gesture at the array of weapons ahead of them while Artemis barked excitedly.

Everyone began to dive forward, choosing weapons off the wall and loading guns. As everyone grabbed various guns Maria grinned and walked to the other side of the wall, slipping two shiny sharpened knives off the wall and sheathing them swiftly.

"Alright let's go let's go!" Nathaniel called out, leading everyone besides Herc and Laf out the back of the room back to where Eliza's car was parked.
"We'll catch up," Hercules smirked, waving everyone off. They began running towards the car but Nathaniel stopped them. "Wait! Laf said they know your plates, you need a fresh set of wheels,"

Nathaniel ushered them into the garage beside the motorbike and weapon warehouse and opened the roller door to reveal a semi-new black van. The paint was still fairly glossy but there were various scratches in the side to show it had still endured it's run of drive by's and other petty crimes.

"What are you waiting for get in!" He ushered, waving his hands towards the van frantically. Eliza jumped in the driver's seat with Maria is the passenger, Thomas, James, John and Alex jumping into the back. The door was about to close when Artemis jumped into the back too, bounding around playfully with extra ammo looped in her collar. John laughed and opened his arms, the dog running forward and jumping her front paws up into John's lap.

John smiled and scratched behind Artemis' ears and under her chin, Alex reaching a hand out too and raking his hand through her coat as he rest his head on John's shoulder.
"Feeling better?" John whispered to him quietly.
"I would still bang you right here right now." Alex mumbled matter-of-factly.

"You know we're sitting right here," Thomas interrupted with an expression of pure disgust, James snickering and hiding his mouth behind his knuckles, leaning on Thomas' arm much like Alex.
"Does it look like I give a shit?" Alex snapped, snuggling into John with a scowl.

"Who's tampon got stuck up your ass today?" Thomas choked on his own laughter, wrapping his arm around James.
"Not John's," James whispered with a small smile. Even John laughed at that, Alex still growling furiously with an expression to challenge the devil himself.

"Hey plastics! Do us a favour and shut up!" Maria yelled from the front, her voice muffled by the new lollipop clamped between her jaws.
"Maria where the fuck does all that candy come from? You've whipped out more chunks of bubblegum in the last 24 hours than John has freckles," Thomas questioned curiously, everyone else actually just realising how legitimate that question was as Eliza started up the engine.

"I have a stash." She answered simply before shoving the lollipop back in her mouth.
"That's why her hair's so big, it's full of lollipops," Eliza laughed as she reversed the van. Everyone else giggled a little before relaxing back into their seats, Eliza driving out onto the road.

"So Herc and Laf?" John muttered, peering out the tinted window curiously.
"They said they'd-" Alex began before the roar of motorbike engines ripped through the atmosphere. "-catch up."

Hercules and Lafayette sped up on either side of the van clad in blue and white Revolt bomber jackets.
"JUST LIKE OLD TIMES!" Hercules cheered, revving his engine before speeding up ahead with Laf laughing on his tail.
"What are we going to do with them?" John mumbled, chuckling a little as they sped off ahead.

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3 wailing cop cars skidded to a halt outside The Place To Be, dust swirling into the air from the back tires. The car doors flew open, 4 figures emerging from the cars, two of which in prisoner attire, one in blood-stained rags with a bat spun in barbed wire tight in his meaty fist and one clad in all black, hunched like a hyena stalking it's prey with not a scab of skin showing.

"King, Reynolds, in line," the baseball bat man boomed huskily. They prowled towards the bar entrance, the baseball bat man taking the lead with the two prisoners falling into step either side of him, the man in black at the back of the pack.

The baseball bat man kicked the door open with a loud BAM, heads snapping in his direction in surprise and horror. At the bar Sam gasped in horror and ducked under the table, shooting Nathaniel an expression of pure and utter terror. Nathaniel frowned and waved his hands at Liz and Adi up on stage, signifying they stop playing, the bar falling in to an eery, tangible silence.

The only sound echoing through the bar was the tocks of Nathaniel's steps as he made his way to the main entrance, Liz turning up the lighting before her and Adi joined him. The rest of the customers and gang members stood behind Pendleton and the girls, sizing up and retrieving weapons of many variations, guns being a consistent suspect nonetheless. 

The group was unfazed by the defensive and aggressive nature of the gang members, stepping forward persistently. Sam peeked up from under the counter and watched curiously, shivers sizzling down his spine when he saw George, then James, then recognising Conway, but who was under the black hood?

"What can I do for you boys?" Nathaniel asked casually, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side with a cocky grin.
"Don't play coy, where are they?" Conway growled, raising the bat and resting it on his shoulder.
"Where are who?" Nathaniel asked with fake confusion, earning a frustrated growl from the man in black.

"I don't have time for this!" He roared in a hoarse but deep growl, storming forward and shoving Conway out of the way. He ripped back the hood and a chorus of horrified gasps echoed through the bar.
"Jesus christ!" Nathaniel yelped, stepping back with wide, horrified eyes.

"What?" The man hissed croakily, glaring at him with sharp eyes. His skin was all completely red, scabbing, stretched and deformed beyond repair, completely hairless.
"I-I'm sorry, you look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting, avocado," Nathaniel muttered, earning a few snickers from the gang members.
"Excuse me?" The man snapped, squinting menacingly.

"Not gently. Like it was hate-fucking. There was something wrong with the relationship and that was the only catharsis that they could find without violence-" Nathaniel continued, booming laughter echoing behind him before BANG BANG. He shot two warning shots into the roof with a small black gun, shutting everyone up instantly.
"We asked once, I'm asking again," the man growled, breathing heavily as the gun shook in his hand.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?" He roared.

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises," Nathaniel spoke firmly, stepping forward completely unfazed.
The man raised the gun to Nathaniel's head, licking his lips as he cocked his head to the side.
"I will fucking-" the man began to threaten before his head was snapped to the side.

Samuel had burst out of the sea of gang members and swung his fist across the man's face in a hearty punch. He raised the gun and fired at Sam, shooting him in the leg with no hesitation. Sam yelped and fell to the ground, holding his leg as tears welled in his eyes. Nathaniel dropped to his knees and grabbed Sam, pulling him back and holding him protectively.

"Well well well, Seabury! What a pleasant surprise!" The man mocked in fake enthusiasm, waving the gun around excitedly. "Come to share the most amazing book with me? Let me tell you, I will beat and shoot your bible-praising ass to hell if you don't tell me where your little prison buddies are!" The man spat, shaking the barrel of the gun in Sam's face.

"Eat shit Levi!" Sam yelled, blood dripping down his leg and pooling on the floor while Nathaniel squeezed his leg to try and stop the bleeding.

BANG

Nathaniel fell backwards with a grunt and screams erupted in the bar, Liz and Adi diving to his aid while Sam gasped and cried. Not again. Not again.

King grabbed Sam's arm and ripped him forward, pulling him to his feet.
"You're my bitch now, Seabury," Levi Weeks growled.