#if i happen to post this twice thats just your immagination i didnt do that. shut up thats why

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Bulletproof Bandits, chapter 2

Feb. 8th, 2023

Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley

Word count: 2173 

Warnings: smut towards the end

Summary: russell and dylan just got out of a sticky situation by the skin of their teeth, but now it's time to report to Robin. how will it go?

A/N: hey so i deleted the original post and i lost the caption i left here like a dumbass but who cares, nobody reads these anyway

Dylan was wrapping up Russell's wounds, while smoking a cigarette.

"Can I have a drag?" Russell asked.

Without saying anything or stopping what he was doing, his friend offered him the joint.

"Thanks." Russell breathed smoke that filled the air of Dylan's room.

"You're so stupid…"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're so stupid", Dylan repeated. "Everything went to shit when we separated. You know what happens when we split up! Have you ever watched a horror movie?"

"It's not that we split up, I lost sight of you!" Russell retorted. "I turned around for one second and you were gone!"

"I was trying to- ugh, whatever. I don't really care. What matters is that I found you just in time." Dylan pulled out another cigarette from the packet and lit it up. "Besides, how's your stomach doing?"

"Not great, my dude." Russell had his palm pressed against it, which made his hand all sticky with congealed blood.

"Hmm. Lemme take a look." Dylan delicately moved Russell's hand aside. A small, black hole about three centimeters above Russell's bellybutton with red stains around it was presented in front of him. He breathed in through his teeth. "Yikes. That's bad." He commented. "But since it's you, it's gonna be healed in… I'd say… a week and a half?"

"Oh, good." Said Russell. "And what am I supposed to do until then?"

Dylan shrugged. "I dunno. Jerk off."

"Hah, good thing they didn't take out my good arm then."

They both laughed.

"C'mon, stand up." Dylan prompted while picking up another roll of bandages. Russell obeyed.

Russell's body was slim, but muscular. His pale skin was decorated with freckles all over, like tiny specks of glitter. Dylan couldn't help but think that he would've loved to kiss Russell's little blemishes. Every single one. Just like the sun kissed his skin.

Dylan sighed. Unfortunately he didn't have the time to fantasize over that, because he had a job to do.

Ten minutes and two other cigarettes later, everything was done.

"There we go. You're as good as new!" Exclaimed Dylan, admiring his work.

Russell stretched his back. "Thanks, dude."

"No problem. I am your personal nurse at this point." Dylan threw away the cigarette butt out of the window, then picked up the two bullets that were left on the desk. "Guess we don't need these anymore-"

"Oh, no no, keep the bullets!" Interrupted the redhead.

"Huh? Are you starting a new collection?"

"Uh… yeah, maybe."

Dylan was perplexed, but gave the bullets to Russell anyway. "Russ, you're a weird dude, y'know?"

His friend smiled. "That's why you like me!"

Dylan laughed. If only you knew. "Yeah!" He gave Russell a pat on the back.

"Anyway, I think you should wait until the heat on you goes off before you head home. Wanna crash here tonight?"

"Absolutely!" Responded Russell, without hesitation. "What's for dinner?"

"Uh… Roasted roaches I think."

Russell shrugged. "I've eaten worse."

That night, Russell slept unpleasantly. He would always toss and turn around on the bed, and when he finally caught some sleep, the visions would plague him.

Russell was in what seemed like an empty lab. Lights out. Running for his life. Someone - or something - was chasing him, emitting horrible guttural sounds. For the first time in his life, Russell was scared.

The full moon casted its light through the large windows. The boy looked behind him. He couldn't make out what was there, just a big shadow of what he thought was a disfigured man, with jaws of darkness.

A roar. Russell picked up the pace, desperate to find a way out of that maze.

He turned left, in a long corridor, then right, then left again. An emergency door in front of him.

Out of breath, Russell frantically tried to push the door.

It wouldn't budge.

Shit.

The steps and screams grew closer.

Shit.

The creature appeared at the end of the hallway.

Shit!

The monster charged at Russell, who was completely still, squashed against the door.

Their eyes met.

The mutant snapped open its fauces.

A scream.

Russell woke up in a pool of sweat, hyperventilating. Tears of terror were escaping the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, fuck…" The boy got up and rubbed his temple, wondering if he screamed in real life too. Judging by Dylan sleeping soundly by his side, the answer was no. Then again, Dylan could sleep even if there were cannons going off right by his ear.

"Dylan?"

Snoring.

"Dylan!"

Still no response.

Russell sighed, as he left the bed to go home.

Later that night, Russell was climbing into his hideout. A modest shack, built over some rubbles, with a sea view.

When the boy opened the door, he was surprised by a cat’s meow.

“Oh, you’re still here, Mr. Whiskers! I thought you were long gone!” Russell kneeled to pet Mr. Whiskers, a gray striped cat, who responded by purring. “Lemme get you something to eat.”

The redhead then started rummaging through cupboards. “A-Ha! Tuna and peas. Not bad for a midnight snack.” He then proceeded to empty the cat food can on a filthy plate. The cat promptly jumped on the table and started meowing insistently. “Hold on, hold on, lil’ guy, we’re gonna have to share.” Russell split the slop onto another plate and gave it to Mr. Whiskers, who gladly accepted the offer.

“Mmh, pretty good!” The boy commented with his mouth full.

Russell finished his meal in a few forkfuls. “Well, I’m off to bed, lil’ guy, see you tomorrow!” He said, while caressing the animal who was still in the middle of eating.

That night, in fact, Russell did not sleep. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was scared to have another nightmare. He stayed up writing in his diary, listening to records and smoking on the roof. If he had night terrors while sleeping with his best friend beside him, he couldn’t imagine what his mind could invent to torture him while he was alone.

The sun rose once again over Rhinestone City.

At dawn, Russell was directed to Robin’s hideaway: an old, decrepit cathedral not too far from his house. The boy was excited: the thing inside his motorbike’s luggage rack could’ve been worth millions and a blowjob for all he knew, and he liked his odds.

“And you are…?” asked the slender guy at the refuge’s gates.

“C’mon, you know me, Peanut. I’ve been working for Robin for years now!” Protested Russell.

“That’s Miss Robin to you!” Peanut pointed an accusatory finger at Russell’s chest.

“Hey, you two!” A voice came from inside the cathedral. “What’s goin’ on?” A big man with an eye patch came out.

“Oh, Brute! Can you please tell your friend here that I have something very important to deliver to your boss?”

“Hey, Russell! Come in, Come in! Ignore Peanut, he gots the brain worms!” Brute pointed at his own head and rotated the finger. He gave Russell a pat on his back. “My sister is waiting for you…”

Finally, Russell walked in.

“You’re late.”

Robin was sitting on an upholstered chair, dressed in latex and fur. Her long legs, fit in a pair of thigh-high boots, were crossed over. Her waist-length pink hair styled in a braid. Her voice, clear and deep, echoed throughout the structure.

“I apologize, Miss. Things got… heated and in the way. It won't happen again.” Russell had a way with words, when he wanted.

“Mmh-hmm” Robin took a sip of her red wine. “It’ll be better for you. Now, give me the package.” She beckoned with her hand.

Russell punctually walked through the central nave of the church. He looked around: the stained glass windows always fascinated him. The pack was small but quite heavy, so he had to carry it with two hands. He couldn’t wait to get it off him: the injured shoulder was starting to hurt.

“Here you are, Miss.” Russell extended his arms to Robin, who slowly collected the parcel. She opened the wrapping with a decorated letter opener.

“Oh yes… You’re finally mine.” She sighed. “Do you want to see?” The woman invited the boy with a gesture of her hand.

“Uh, sure.” The redhead went behind her shoulder, to take a look. “Oh, wow.” He was left breathless: it was the most beautiful knife he’d ever seen. About twelve inches long, iridescent blade, with a dragon engraved on the handle, nestled with little jewels. Russell instinctively reached out with his hand.

Robin stopped him. “Don’t touch it or I’ll kill you with it.”

Russell grinned. “It would be an honor, Miss.”

She looked at him in the yellow eyes, caressing his chin. “Hm, you’re such an asslicker, Russell.”

A shiver went down the boy’s spine as Robin pronounced his name.

“So, uh… About that promise…”

“Of course, my dear.” The woman smiled. "Billy, Brute, stay on guard. Russell and I… have to discuss important affairs."

Before he knew it, Russell was on a filthy mattress in the back of the chapel, half naked making out with the woman of his dreams.

Robin was a lady who didn’t waste any time: not even after five minutes, she jumped on top of Russell, reached down the boy’s pants and started to jerk him off; gently, at first, then with a more consistent rhythm.

Russell moaned in pleasure as he bit her neck. Her hand went faster.

“You like that, bitch boy?” Robin whispered in his ear. “You want to cum for me?”

“Uh-huh...” Is all what he managed to say.

Robin was going so fast on Russell her hand was a blur. Russell was a moaning and twitching mess. He was almost there.

But at the very last instant, Robin let go.

The sensation that Russell felt at that moment surely wasn’t what he expected. The heat building up in his crotch, ready to spill out, just… didn’t come, leaving a stinging sensation of disappointment. He wasn’t sure if he completely disliked it, though.

Without letting him catch a breather, Robin shoved Russell’s face between her legs. He immediately started licking and sucking furiously, like a dog in heat.

“Oh, yes, yes… Good boy!” Robin grabbed the boy’s hair, who proceeded to whimper and go faster in his task.

In between pants and moans, Russell grabbed her thigh with one hand, and placed two fingers inside her with the other. This will make her go mad! He thought, while concentrating his tongue on her clitoris, tracing small circles. He felt the grip on his hair getting stronger: he was doing a good job.

Convulsions, heavy breathing, yelps of pleasure: it went on for almost twenty minutes. Russell was afraid that his jaw would fall out, but it was worth it. He could’ve gone on another hour if he wanted.

Finally, Robin’s insides felt tighter around Russell’s soaking wet fingers. She almost crushed his head in between her thighs from the orgasm. Again, for Russell, it would’ve been worth it.

Russell pulled out his fingers and licked all her juices. A good boy always cleans up after himself.

With one last sigh, Robin let go of his hair. Russell climbed Robin’s body, kissing her until he met her lips with his.

"So… what's my next mission?" Russell wanted to know, while he tied his leather pants.

Robin was adjusting her fur coat. "Oh, I got a big one for you, this time. You're going to Liberty City."

"Liberty City?! Isn't it where all those rich, spoiled freaks are?"

"Yes, but I have a nice ring there. The knife you delivered me today came from the city too, before those bastards snatched it away from me."

"But how am I gonna make it? The place is filled with pigs armed to the ass!"

"I believe you are very resourceful, Russell. You'll figure it out. It's better if you get backup, though."

"What's in it for me?"

"Fame. Glory. Half a million gold pieces. Anything you want."

"Can I have the dragon knife?"

"No."

"Oh."

Robin unlocked the door. "You have until the day after tomorrow to figure out a plan. "

"The day after tomorrow? But I'm a wreck! I got shot twice! I need to wait to heal before going!" Russell complained.

The woman hesitated. "Fine, but wait no further than your healing time. The money for the knife will be delivered with the same method. In the dumpster, this evening."

"Roger that."

They walked to the altar together.

Robin pulled out a small box from a chest and handed it to the boy. "Here. Protect this with your life."

Russell accepted the new package, nodding.

Back home, Russell put the object of his new mission on the wardrobe. He sat down at the foot of the bed, pondering it while lighting up a cigarette.

He couldn't help but wonder. What's inside the box, and why is it so important?

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