[C][M] Confrontation

Desi was in a foul mood, he had been locked out again overnight for some stuff he had said to Dario's new whore.

The boy rolled his eyes, he was getting sick of his uncles shit, the man though he could push him around and tell him what to do, the man was not his far and like he could talk anyway.

Dario rubbed himself up against anyone who would give him their spare change, the man couldn't lecture him at all.

Desi stormed up the stairs of the apartment building as he heading back up to their apartment.

Den had just finished work and he was tired.

His shift had been long. He was just thankful that he had had Fawzi there to talk to. She was like an angel when it came to brightening up their boring shifts.

He slumped up the stairs of his apartment building slowly, groaning quietly as he did so.

He couldn't wait to get home, shovel some food down his throat then bring out his bin of fun toys to help him wind down a bit before he crawled under the covers.

Den tilted his head curiously as he heard someone storming up the stairs, looking over to see Desi thundering behind him.

Desi wasn't looking where he was going as he stormed up the stairs and bumped into the back of Denzel.

"Get out of the fucking way, slow ass."

He snapped, shoving the man out of the way and pushing past him roughly, he wanted to get inside of the apartment and try to sneak into Dario's room before the man returned home.

It had gotten harder to steal from him now that Hayden was living with that and the freaky pale guy.

Desi. He hadn't seen the boy in a couple years. He'd grown up quite a bit. Damn, Den didn't know that the boy would turn out to be that good looking. Shame he was still just a kid. "Evening, Des-"

He grunted when he was pushed aside, eyes narrowing slightly as he glared at the boy's back.

"Used to be so much better behaved," he mumbled to himself as he brushed off his shoulder.

Den had babysat Desi quite a bit in the past. He was seven years older than the boy currently in a tizzy and was the only one in this apartment block that was around that age that Dario had actually somewhat trusted to make sure the boy was okay when he had his sister left the house.

Desi was an angry teen, he resented everyone and had hatred seeded into him from his mother, who was the one person who could influence his actions.

The boy was out for a fight, he was fed up with being treated like shit and being tossed out of the house when he mouthed off.

He wheeled around when Den mumbled, though he hadn't heard exactly what was said.

"You got a problem with me, faggot?"

He asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head as he leered down at the man.

Homophobia was in-gained deep.

Den was honestly surprised that Desi had wheeled around and started mouthing off like that.

What had happened in the few short years since he'd stopped being asked to baby sit him?

"You're being a little shit, kid."

He wasn't scared to pull assholes up on their shit like that.

Desi sneered, he didn't much like being made to feel small by someone he had dubbed lesser than himself.

"You should watch your mouth before I put you back in your place."

He replied, his eyes narrow.

The mix of drugs and his mother's influence had warped who he was, he was violent and hostile.

His fists clenched, he may not be able to overpower his uncle but he could sure beat the shit out of this queer.

"My place is right where I am now. Equal to you."

Den didn't take homophobic shit from anyone; least of all little kids that were junked up on whatever shit he could get hold of.

Den took a few steps upwards. He just wanted to get back to his apartment.

He wasn't going to deal with the boy starting shit.

He just wanted to eat, then play for a while.

Desi snorted and stepped toward Den as the man took a step upwards.

He wanted to intimidate the man.

"You all think that don't you? That you're equal to everyone else. Well you're not, you're a piece of shit just like my whore of an uncle, bet you rub yourself up against any man like a cat on heat too.

Filthy piece of shit, you'll burn in hell like the rest of em!"

He growled at the man, a cruel smirk on his lips.

"And I bet you rub up against any girl with big enough tits, too. What's the difference?"

Those angry yells and jeers weren't going to upset him. He'd heard them too many times to care now. They just went over his head.

Den carried on up the stairs.

As he became level with Desi, he paused.

"Still religious? That must be your one good quality now. Well done."

Den's calmness only irked him more, it wasn't the offended reactions he wanted.

If verbal abuse wasn't going to get his point across then he would be more physical with the man.

When Den was level with him Desi sneer, his hate fueled rage flaring as the man spoke.

He struck Den swiftly, punching the man hard in the face, how would the pretty boy like having a broken nose?

Den didn't have the time to move when he saw Desi's hand come up.

"Fuck," he yelled out, hands clutching his nose as blood began to pour from it.

"Big brave man now, aren't you?" he murmured as he tried to stop the bleeding, moving at a little more of a hurried pace towards his apartment.

He didn't fancy being hit again.

"Fuck you Denzel, get back here you pussy!"

He shouted as the man hurried up the stairs, he was going to teach this man a lesson about not belittling him.

He tackled the older man before punching him in the side, pushing him down against the stairs before hitting him again and again.

He was going to make this man break down.

Den cried out when he was tackled to the floor.

The man wasn't as defenseless as Desi was probably hoping. He began punching back with a surprising strength considering that he was so thin.

Den wasn't the sort of person that would just lay down and take abuse.

"Fuck. Off," he growled loudly, trying to wrestle Desi off of him.

Like his uncle Desi was quite a well built boy and despite Denzel being older than him Desi could still put up one hell of a fight.

The boy grunted loudly as he was struck, hitting back with a flurry of blows as Den tried to wrestle free.

"Make me."

He snarled back, he wasn't about to let himself be pushed around again.

Den drove his knee into Desi's crotch with a vengeance.

It seemed like this was the only way he was going to be able to defend himself against the angry boy.

Den had no way of being able to protect himself from such angry blows so he was forced to fight dirty.

Den wasn't gentle nor careful as he forced his knee into the boy's crotch as hard as he possibly could. He wanted to escape without being beaten almost to death.

Desi cried out and curled in on himself as his crotch was struck hard by Den's knee.

"You son of a bitch!"

He yelled out angrily, letting loose a slew of the foulest curses and slurs that his mind could concoct.

He hissed in pain as he tried to push himself to his feet and get his hands on Den, he was going to beat the living shit out of him.

"Barking the wrong slurs at the wrong people," Den growled, kicking and punching at him as Desi cursed at him.

The man flinched when Desi continued to attack him.

He couldn't keep this up for long. He was going to end up half dead in a puddle of his own blood. The man cried out for help in desperation.

The Gods must have been on his side as seconds later a large frame sprinted up the stairs towards them.

There was an angry yell in Italian as a large fist collided with the back of Desi's head; the intent to knock the boy out.

Desi beat Den fiercely, letting all his hatred fuel the power of his strikes.

He barely paid attention to the man's screaming and it wasn't until he heard the loud angry yell that he froze for a moment.

When the fist collided with his head he fell off of Den and collapsed against the stairs.

He already knew who had come to Den's aid, he knew how fucked he was, even now after just one strike he could barely move, the world was a blur around him as he clung to consciousness.

Dario almost didn't expend any more energy on his little shit of a nephew.

Almost.

His foot reared back and collided with Desi's stomach with a brutal force. Desi was a little fucker but beating on some random passerby was fucked up. He'd had enough of the little shit's attitude. Enough was enough.

"Shit, you look like Hell," Dario murmured, his accent thick in his anger. He vaguely remembered Den from a few years ago. He remembered enough to know that he didn't speak Italian. Desi had been teaching him slowly when he babysat the boy.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs and clean you up some." The least he could do would be to patch up Den's wounds.

The man pulled away from Den long enough to root through Desi's pockets; taking his phone (one that he'd stolen from Dario) and the house key from him. Shoving those into the pocket of his coat, he moved to pick Den up.

The walk up the next two flights of stairs was quick and silent as Den laid in Dario's arms.

The large man kicked the door gently a few times in an attempted knock. "Hayden? Open the door for me. I've got my hands full."

Desi grunted out in pain as the foot collided with his stomach but went quiet as he passed out on the stairs.

Hayden perked up as he heard banging at the door, slightly spooked by the loud thudding, normally people didn't knock on their door at all.

However when he heard Dario's voice he rushed to open it for the man, his apron still wrapped around his body.

The boy's eyes widened at the sight of the man in Dario's grasped, he looked as though he had been beat to death.

He ran quickly through the house, throwing a towel over the couch so he could lay the man down before grabbing the first aid kit and returning to the living room.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly as he looked at the two of them.

"Thanks."

He watched Hayden dart off with a little smile. The boy was always happy to help.

"Hayden will take care of you," he promised with a warm smile as he gazed down at the beaten man in his arms. "He's a good kid."

Dario set Den down when the towel was laid out for him.

"Desi happened. Little fucker was beating on him when I came in."

Hayden's brows furrowed as he frowned, looking down at the man.

Of course Desi had done this, Hayden's little scowl was as close to looking angry as he had ever been around Dario.

His features smoothed out as he smile comfortingly down at the bleeding man.

"I'll fix you up."

He muttered softly, stroking the man's arm as he opened up the first aid kit and got to work.

He poured a little antispetic onto a cotton bud and dabbed gently at any open cuts.

"Sorry if it stings."

He muttered.

"I wish I could say this is the worst I've had," Den murmured as Hayden smiled at him.

The man reached up to remove his glasses, smeared with blood but miraculously not cracked. Next he did a roll call of the piercings in his lip. All there, though some of them had torn at the skin slightly.

His tongue laved over his lower lip and he winched when Hayden began dabbing at his cuts.

Dario ruffled Hayden's hair as he stood up. "I'll be back in a bit. I've got something to do."

"Yes well Desi is...not a kind person."

He replied as he mopped up the blood on his skin with a cloth before bandaging any cuts he could with guise and adhesive bandage tape.

Some of them were too big for a simple bandaid. He inspected the cuts carefully.

"Luckily you don't need any stitches."

He added with a soft smile, that was the one upside he could see.
"Here, I'll clean those for you if you want."
He offered, holding his hand out for the glasses, at least Den would be able to see properly.

Hayden smiled at Dario as he stood up.

"Don't get in trouble."

He warned, last thing he wanted was Dario going after Desi for this, the boy was a horrible person but still, Hayden was a gentle soul and wouldn't wish harm on him.