A/N: My sister asked if I could make Mac 'n Cheese for lunch bc I'm the Jesus of Mac 'n Cheese. Brb, gotta change my username XD

I meant for that picture to be in the chapter after this but now I can't remove it. Oh well, what can ya do. That pic will come in handy for the next chapter, so pretend it's there instead of here mmkay?

NEW COVER BY arctic_beatles!!! THIS CHAPTER'S DEDICATED TO YOU, CRAZY HOE WHO MAKES AMAZING COVERS!!! CHECK OUT HER AMAZING SHIT AND FEEL ALL THE FEELS! To celebrate all "George"s will be replaced with "Geraldo" (wink wink, certain book of her's reference. first one to guess gets a dedication, that means keep your mouth shut arctic_beatles. let the others have a chance. im makin it rain with deds these days.). Don't worry, the name change is temporary, next chapter it will be "George". So calm your tits.

Aaaaaaanyway,

Me: *to alter ego* Shall we hence?
Alter Ego: Hence we shall

BEATLES TO BATTLE!!!!!

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"You're sure it's 'im?" Ringo whispered. John poked his face around the brick wall.

"Oh aye." Luckily the streets were nearly empty tonight. The only thing they could hear was Geraldo Harrison's crying as he walked near the alley where John and Ringo lurked. They backed up into the darkness as Geraldo walked past the entrance of the alley. Ringo gave a quick nod to his boss and pulled out a damp cloth from his trouser pocket. He slinked from the shadows and crept behind the crying man, careful not to make any noise. He sighed heavily and lunged.

"WHAT THE F-MMMHMMM HHMMM!" Geraldo tried to shout as he felt an arm around his neck, a cloth covering his mouth and nose. He wasn't a very strong and struggled against Ringo's grip. When he breathed in the intoxicatingly sweet smell, his vision started to go blurry and his knees felt weak. Before he could react any further, the strong chemical clouded his senses and his body went limp. Ringo removed the cloth and tucked it back in his pocket.

"John... help!" He yell-whispered. John appeared at his side and slung one of the unconscious man's arms around his shoulder, Ringo with the other. Geraldo's feet scraped against the concrete as they made their way to their car. Ringo opened the back seat door and, with John's help, placed him in the seat and buckled up his lifeless body.

"Is he still breathin'?" John asked once they were both seated in the front. Ringo leaned over and held the back of his hand underneath Geraldo's nose, feeling his steady breathing.

"Yes, now drive." John slammed his foot on the gas and they sped off into the night. Ringo kept sending worried glances to the rearview mirrors.

"Stop doing that."

"S-stop doing what?" Ringo cursed at his stutter mentally.

"Stop worrying will ye? That street was empty. We're fine." Ringo sighed for probably the upteenth time that night and rested his gaze on Geraldo. His shaggy dark hair nearly reached his shoulders and his chest rose and fell slowly. His sharp cheekbones were damp with tears. His lips were parted, revealing his unusually sharp incisors and he looked so peaceful. Though that's only case because he inhaled chloroform fumes. He bit his lip and looked back to the road.

(A/N: I have absolutely no idea how long chloroform has effect on people. So if the effect is prolonged here, whoops! Are you annoyed with the use of "Geraldo" yet?)

After an hour or so of driving, John pulled into the driveway of Ringo's mansion.

"Help me with sleeping beauty back here John." They pulled Geraldo out of the car and hauled him up the front porch. Ringo pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. The two men were met with a few girls in dressing gowns as they walked in.

"Have you come to play with us Daddy?" One asked, trailing a manicured finger down Ringo's chest.

"Daddy's a bit busy now doll." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and left her pouting. "I've got this, meet me in the study." He picked up Geraldo bridal style and carried him up the elegant spiral staircase. Despite his height, he was surprisingly easy to carry. Ringo found a room down one of the halls and opened it. Revealing a master bedroom with a plush duvet covering the large bed, a walk-in closet, and a vanity pushed against the far wall. Approaching the bed, Ringo gently placed Geraldo on it. He brushed the stray hair from his face but recoiled suddenly. He had a job to do, and he couldn't distract himself from that with attachment. Ringo left the room and locked the door behind him. When Ringo navigated his way to the study, he found John sitting there, swirling the glass of brandy in his hand.

"Still asleep?" He asked when he entered. Ringo nodded. "Good. Remember, two months to train, and he then he goes to Paul for the bidding. Make sure to cover all areas." John emptied his glass and cleaned his spectacles with a silk handkerchief (A/N: I am totally not milking the posh-sugar-daddy-ness of this story at all).

"Will you be staying the night John? I can have a maid prepare a room, as it is quite late." Ringo offered.

"Thank you, but I think I can handle finding a room in this place on my own. Goodnight Ringo." John brushed passed him.

"'Night boss." Ringo gave an order to a maid who had just walked in and made his way back to the bedroom where Geraldo slept.

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Geraldo woke up to the rhythmic sound of drums, only to realize it was the sound of his pounding headache. He groaned and sat up on the unfamiliar bed. Squinting in the darkness, he was met with the memories of what happened just an hour or so ago. He lept off the bed, only to get his legs tangled in the duvet, and fell forward with a thud.

"Oww... Fuck." He winced, picking himself up and staggering to the door. Geraldo helplessly jiggled the doorknob, finding he was locked in. Now panic set in. There was a window, so he picked up the chair by the vanity. When he took a swing, he found that the window wasn't glass, of-fucking-course, and dropped the chair. It looked as though the room he was in was on the third story, like he'd be able to get anywhere with broken limbs and a cracked skull anyway. "Shit... shitshitshitshit." Geraldo combed his fingers through his hair nervously. He had no idea how far away he was from Abbey Road, his apartment, or even London. The identity of his kidnapper was still a mystery to him, but assumed it was a man. As he only caught a glimpse of his hand and what appeared to be rings on it before he passed out from presumably chloroform. He felt tears prick his eyes for the second time that night but tried to force the down. There was a knock at the door, which made him jump. The lock clicked and a maid came in with a pink leather band in one of her hands. Geraldo took this chance and pushed passed the maid, only to run into a brick wall. A brick wall with a large nose, blue eyes, and a clean suit that made his oddly-patterned orange and purple tie stand out (A/N: y'all are gettin' my drift on the yellow submarine reference right? I plan to have Pol wearing his outfit cos those curves though, dayum. You know I'm right, you know I'm fucking right. Anyone who says otherwise is lying through their ass).

"Be careful next time will ye?" He scolded the maid. She mumbled something that sounded like "sorry" repeatedly as she helped Geraldo back into the room. In vain he struggled against them, once again failing due to his hunger and lack of strength. The maid left the object she brought up and placed it on the vanity's table and put the chair back in it's place before departing.

"Who are you?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!"he shouted.

"Maybe if you calm the fuck down I'll tell ye." Geraldo still wriggled in Ringo's grasp, forcing him to hold him to the floor (A/N: irl *"Something" plays on Pandora* Do continue). He pinned his wrists near Geraldo's ears and sat on his thighs, restricting him from kicking Ringo.

"Fine." he sniffed.

"Now you're calm, me name's Richard, and me friends call me Ringo. But you..." He leaned down to Geraldo's ear. "You can call me Daddy." Geraldo bit his lip and turned his face away, noticing familiar rings on one of Ringo's hands.

"What are you, s-some sort of sugar daddy?" He was getting scared now. Ringo's teeth ghosted over the top of Geraldo's ear before he answered.

"Actually... yes.... Yes I am."

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A/N: GEEEEERRRRAAAAALLLLLDOOOOOO

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