[C] Supernatural Meeting

Alyosha laid a hand on Miz's shoulder as the two left the store and wandered down the streets, looking for a clothing store.

Eventually they found one that was open and Alyosha ushered the boy into it, rubbing the Demon's shoulder a little to try and warm him up through the use of friction.

"Go find coat," he ordered.

The human unzipped his own coat and shoved his hand in his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and sifting through the crap stuffed in it. It was thread-bare in the money department. He hoped he had enough to pay for the coat.

Miz's eyes rolled in his head when Alyosha touched him. This human was good, at least as far as Miz could tell. He had his chance to abuse the boy and wouldn't. Lyo didn't have any idea what the simple touch was doing to the little demon.

Miz clenched his fist and bit down on his tongue, trying to cause some pain that would distract him. It helped a little.

As soon as they were in the store Miz ran off to go use the restroom.

He was in there for quite some time before returning out, feeling a lot more relieved in more ways than one.

After a few minutes of not hearing from the boy, Lyo began looking around the store for him.

His brows drew together when he couldn't find the boy.

Where was he?

It wasn't until his third sweep of the store that he found the boy. "There you are. Go pick coat. You need one."

Mizraim would need a heavy coat to survive in the winter.

Miz blushed a little when he saw Lyo and then nodded his head. He quickly padded over to the section where the coats were more in his size.

He picked out a teenage girls coat, a dark maroon puffer jacket that fit him just right and made him feel warm. The best part was it was only 99 RUB. There were fast food burgers more expensive than that.

He handed the coat to Lyo with a grateful little smile.

Lyo didn't say anything, but he did eye the coat for a moment before taking it from Miz's grip.

He had just scraped together enough money to pay for the coat by the skin of his teeth. He was cutting it fine. He'd have to demand payments soon. He didn't have much to live on right now.

The human held the coat open for Miz when it was paid for and patted the boy on the head when he was curled up in the warmth of the coat.

Lyo made his way to the front of the store. "Come, Miz."

Miz happily slipped into the coat and smiled when Lyo patted his head. He liked the innocent affection. He wasn't used to it at all.

He followed behind obediently, grateful for all that the Russian man was doing for him.

He imagined being friends with someone, but quickly dismissed it. Whenever he tried to be happy, Uriel would find out and do what he could to ruin that happiness.

He was surprised the angel hadn't found him yet, since it had been a long time since he was doing what the archangel wanted.

Lyo gripped the boy's hand when they tred through the snow on the street.

The two made their way back towards the car park they had met at slowly. Lyo was tired and that was showing with his slow movements and the occasional moment he'd hide his mouth behind his hand to yawn.

When they finally got to the car park, Lyo was just about ready to fall asleep.

As they stepped up onto the level his bike was parked it became apparent that there were people there. Hovering around. Doing something less than pleasant.

It took Lyo a moment to realise what was happening. And when he did, he gave an angry yell and ran forwards.

They were fucking with his bike.

Many people would see the pair and think that Lyo was holding hands with a girl. Miz's features were feminine, and unless if he tried hard to make himself look like a boy, it was easy to mistake him for being female.

Not that he minded this though. He often felt comfortable being addressed as either gender. Boy, girl. It didn't matter.

The demon leaned his head against Lyo's arm as they walked, feeling more comfortable then he had in a long time.

When they got to the car park, a scared filling hit Miz's stomach when he saw the men messing with Lyo's bike.

As Alyosha yelled out and ran forward, Miz opted to stay back, not wanting to cause more trouble for the Russian.

Obert was one of the men messing with Lyo's bike. He was a drug addict, and needed a quick way to get money for his next fix. Idiots abandoning their bikes were the perfect target.

Once Obert saw Lyo yell at them, he cursed under his breath. Damn their luck, of course the owner would come back just as they were about to finish up.

He stood up quickly and whipped a blade open, his teeth clenched together. He was known to be impulsive, and had a history of violence. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt Lyo, especially if it meant a chance to rob the mans wallet.

Alyosha slowed to a stop a few feet away from the man.

His teeth clenched together and his blue eyes burned in anger. No one touched his fucking bike. He had bought that with his own clean money. He wasn't going to let any fucking kid go for it.

The man's hand pushed up his coat and slid into the back of his jeans.

It returned holding a gun. Alyosha wasn't messing around.

"Ostav'te svoy ​​grebanyy nozh i ostavit," he growled darkly.

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Drop your fucking knife and leave.

Obert raised a brow, this man carried a gun on him. He meant fucking business. Okay than, he could play that game.

He let out a soft chuckle and dropped his knife, raising his hands in a surrendering fashion.

"Tol'ko durak budet borot'sya muzhchinu ot pistoleta." He said, revealing he had very rotten looking teeth.

Miz continued to watch from a distance, really, desperately hoping these men wouldn't hurt Lyo. If they did, he'd blame Uriel for sure. Bad things always happened to those who showed Miz kindness.

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Only a fool would fight a man against a gun.

Lyo cocked his head, his hair whipping with the movement.

"Ostav'te i nikhera ne priyti syuda snova. Eto mafiya torf i deti , kak vy gryaznyye do mesta."

Alyosha's voice was low; a dark, husky growl.

He was not happy right now. He was tired and cold and someone had been stupid enough to mess with his fucking bike.

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Leave and don't fucking come by here again. This is mafia turf and children like you dirty up the place.

Orbert nodded his head and motioned for his buddy to follow him, leaving the stuff behind.

He began walking away, hands in his pockets.

Miz looked down to the ground, hoping the two blokes would leave without anymore problems.

Alyosha watched the two of them leave silently.

He kept his angry blue eyes on them and his gun raised. He still wasn't above shooting.

One wrong move and he'd plug them with holes without hesitation.

The human wasn't in the greatest of moods.

Orbert walked away, his back facing Lyo. He smiled at the little kid Lyo had with him. A kid was on mafia property? Yeah right. Lyo was probably bluffing.

In one swift movement he pulled his gun out and swung around, aiming at Lyo.

He was so close to Miz he was certain that if the man cared anything about the child, he wouldn't dare shoot and miss.

"Budete li vy strelyat' i riskovat' udara rebenka?" He asked slyly, hoping his friends would know what to do.

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"Will you shoot and risk hitting the child?"

Yes. A kid was on mafia property. Alyosha had thought this would be a safe enough place for one night.

Apparently not.

His eyes narrowed dangerously when the gun was pulled. Fuck. He hated it when he was pushed into situations like this.

As soon as the gun was pulled, the other man with him moved quickly. He stepped up behind Miz and grabbed the kid, holding him tightly.

"Pust' malysh idti."

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Let the kid go

Orbert smiled, happy his mate hadn't fucked this up.

"Ne volnuytes' , my dadim malysh idti. No ne ran'she, chem my poluchim to, chto my priyekhali syuda dlya " He said. He then called out the name of one of his friends who had been hiding. He'd gather the bike parts and then they'd be on their way.

The cleaner this was, the better.

Miz looked at Lyo with big eyes, his heart was racing.

"Alyosha! I'm not worth it! Don't worry about me!" He tried to reason with the Russian man. One of the only people who had shown him kindness in so many years.

Guilt would torment Miz if Lyo were to get hurt because of him.
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Don't worry, we'll let the kid go. But not before we get what we came here for.

Lyo's gaze flickered back to his bike.

His bike. The one thing he had ever bought for himself with clean money. Or the life of a kid that had been through so much shit in his short life.

This was a truly difficult decision for the human. He hated difficult choices like this.

He kept his gun raised but didn't move to pull the trigger or run towards his bike.

The man holding Miz turned the demon roughly to look down at him. "Otchasti simpatichno," he grunted softly.

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Kind of cute

Orbert's eyes stayed locked right on Lyo's. He wasn't going to budge, not until they had the bike parts. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but he needed his drug money. And if hurting someone was what stood between that, then damn it all he'd fucking do it. His eyes reflected that much.

And he could see in Lyo's eyes the man wasn't afraid to kill either.

Miz looked back up at the other man and bit his lip, fear written all over this face.

Cute.

He recognized the word cute.

Lyo's gaze turned to the other man when he turned Miz around.

His eyes narrowed dangerously as his gun turned towards them. "Ne prikasaytes' k malyshu," he growled darkly.

The man holding Miz grinned widely. He was certain that Alyosha wouldn't shoot.

He was right.

"Ili chto?" the man asked. He tugged at the zipper of Miz's jacket until it fell open and pushed it down off one shoulder.

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Don't touch the kid

Or what?

At first Orbert had no idea what his friend was doing. Yeah, the kid was cute, so what?

But once his friend had Lyo's attention turned him, the drug addict smiled. Now he had his gun pointed at Lyo, but not a gun pointed back.

He could kill the man easily now.

But that wasn't his intent. He had enough charges against him. He didn't need to add murder.

Still, he was happy things were going there way.

When the mine started pulling Miz's jacket away, the book scooted back, thinking he may be able to make a run for it. The jacket fell of easily, since Miz was missing one of his arms.

He turned around and tried to run away, not getting far due to the man being able to grab his wrist.

When the man grabbed for Miz to stop him from running, Alyosha gave an angry shout. He didn't want anyone grabbing Miz like that.

The man gave a wide, nasty grin in response to the yell.

Alyosha was in a real tough position. He had a gun on him. He had someone messing with his friend and he had someone stripping his bike for all it was worth.

And he couldn't do anything about it. If he shot at the man with Miz, he risked hitting the boy and being shot back. If he shot at the man stripping his bike, he risked being shot and if he shot at the man with the gun, he risked something bad happening to Miz.

The man holding Miz grinned widely as one hand griped the Demon's shoulder and the other moved to push under the hem of the boy's shirt

Orbert glanced at his friend. He was acting really perverted. Was it just an act to upset Lyo, or was his friend actually going to do something to this little kid?

Whatever, he wasn't going to break his concentration. Lyo was where he wanted him at and he wasn't going to budge.

Miz looked up at the Russian man as he began to run his hand up his shirt. A bold look came to the boy's face.

"Do this and I'll kill you." He hissed quietly so only the man could hear.

The man's brows drew together at the words.

He didn't speak English. He hadn't paid attention in school. English wasn't important to him.

His hand continued to push under Miz's shirt.

Whatever he said probably wasn't important. Who needed to know other languages?

He held the boy against his chest as he stared at Alyosha. His fingers teased the boy's nipple under his shirt.

Orbert stopped paying any attention to his friend. He didn't care. The other guy was still collecting bike parts.

Miz's cheeks darkened in embarrassment. It felt good, what the man was doing. But he didn't want Lyo to see him like this. Lyo was one of the only people who didn't want to objectify him.

"Lyo p-please don't look." He said.

Alyosha's teeth grit together as he glared at the man holding Miz.

He wanted to shoot.

But his aim wasn't the greatest and he couldn't be certain he wouldn't hit Miz. The last thing he wanted right now was to hit Mizraim.

The man continued to tease the boy's body as he held him against him.

He wanted Alyosha to watch this. It was a good distraction for while their friend very slowly stripped the bike.