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Light Touches in Darkness

Summary:

The BBS Crew is one of the most notorious gangs in Los Santos. When a rival gang takes Brian hostage, the crew drop everything to get him back and a certain someone is there for him when it’s all over.

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“Be there alone, or we’re going to turn this half-metal tin can into a full metal one.” The line ended with Vanoss hearing nothing but the soft humming from the phone in his hear and the nuclear levels of rage exploding in his head.

“So,” Tyler said lounging on the couch. “Who fucked up this time?”

“Marabunta Grande”

“That new gang that rolled into town a couple of weeks ago? What’d they do?” Tyler asked.

“They’ve got Brian.”

“What!” Tyler stood up.

“Get everyone to the mission room.” Evan snapped back. “Now!”

 

 

~~~

 

 

“Nogla and Scotty aren’t here but I checked and they’re safe,” Tyler spoke low next to Evan as the rest of the Crew arrived.

“What’s wrong?” Delirious asked last to enter the room.

Evan took a deep breath. “Brian’s been taken by assholes from Marabunta Grande.”

“What!” Scott said. “Wait! What do we do?”

“Get him back, obviously,” Marcel interjected.

“Well obviously, but how?”

“They want my head in exchange for Brian,” Evan explained. “Dumbasses think taking me down means taking down our whole crew.”

“As if the rest of us wouldn’t light them up like fucking Christmas trees,” Tyler said.

Anthony shifted. “This is obviously a trap right, so we’re going to have to plan against that and find out how we’re going to get Brian out of their grubby little hands.”

“So, this is a trap-break slash rescue mission,” Brock stated.

“And extermination,” Delirious added. “No one gets to kidnapping one of us and get away with it.”

Evan nodded and turned to Brock. “And you want to be in charge of the rescue and retrieval part?”

“Ya. I’ll get him back.”

He nodded a final time. “We’re counting on you.”

 

 

~~~

 

 

Strapped up, hidden, and alert. The crew had gotten Nogla and FourZero informed and ready hours before the meetup. Now, all but Vanoss, waited around the intel spot keeping tabs on the area. Having called in two other favors, the crew wasn’t going to give this lowlife gang even a second to regret what they’ve done.

Vanoss was already waiting at the spot when the clocks changed. Five minutes passed, then ten without the other side showing but he didn’t dare speak into his coms, not when the Marabunta Grande was watching him. He wondered how a group of such idiots would dare pull something like this off or be desperate enough. He had half of them spotted from their ‘hiding’ spots almost immediately. They’ve been watching him for the last twenty minutes, keeping him waiting. To see if he’d lose his nerve or just to shorten his patience, he didn’t know. Either way, Brian’s life was on the line, he would not lose his cool.

Far off to the side, in a vehicle engulfed by darkness, waited Moo who was definitely losing his cool.

“Why haven’t they shown up yet.” He said.

“What is this? Your first mission?” Basically jabbed. “Relax dude, come on.”

“I know but,”

“You want him back. So do we. We’ll get him back.”

“Think about it this way,” Kryoz added from the front seat. “You guys have been taken down people way more powerful than this gang for years. Plus, I’m the best driver around. Even if all hell breaks loose, I’ll get you in and out of there with Brian and there won’t even be a single problem.”

“Exactly.” Basically added.

“And, hey, even if they’re good shots or there happens to be more of them than your intel collected you’ve got Smii7y and FourZero, two of the best snipers in the city, watching our backs.”

“And once we're done with this little exchange we're going to find where they’re camping and make an example of them, so no punks ever mess with us again.”

“Exactly,” Kryoz added.

The words comforted Brocks mind, but he had to keep reminding himself to breathe deeply and continued to spin around a pocketknife with his hands.

 

 

~~~

 

 

Thirty minutes from the agreed time passed until a car rolled up and stopped in front of Vanoss. The entire crew listened to the conversation through their coms system. Some offered last-minute intel while the others just waited for the signal.

In Moo’s case, the signal would mean sending him, Basically, and Kryoz driving in and shooting up anyone directly in the way between grabbing Terroriser and getting out.

In Smii7y’s case, the signal meant shooting up the guys holding Terroriser than those who are the next biggest threat to him. He and FourZeroSeven had an additional separate coms channel to mark out between them who was whose target.

For the rest of them, the signal meant to start shooting up everyone else and above all, make sure the rescue team succeeds in their mission.

When Evan finally gave the signal, Kryoz floored it, driving directly into the group already having a gunfight in the middle. When he slammed on the breaks, Moo and Basically jumped out of the vehicle guns in hand. Moo ran to Terroriser who had attempted to take shelter behind the other gang's vehicle while Basically laid down extra cover fire.

“Brian, hey,” Moo said grabbing Terroriser by the arm. ”It’s me, Brock, we have to go now!”

Terroriser faced him. His face and neck were covered in bruises and the area surrounding his good eye was red, swollen, and his pupils looked around frantically despite Moo

being a foot in front of him.

“Where?” Terroriser asked recognizing the voice on instinct and already moving in the direction he came from.

“This way.” Moo pulled him towards the vehicle staying low to avoid the many bullets being shot in all directions. He heard several tings as bullets grazed past his head and bounced off their escape vehicle.

“Go, go, go!” Basically yelled after Terroriser was shoved into the back seat. Kryoz floored it; the vehicle taking off before the door behind Moo closed. The others were left behind shooting the last of the gang down, having free range to kill every last one of the Marabunta Grande members.

“Brock!” Terroriser said softly.

“Ya, I’m here.” Moo said. “Are you okay, they did something to your eyes didn’t they.” He grabbed his face looking around.

“Brock.” Basically said. “Brock!”

“What!” Moo whipped his head towards Basically. His eyes lining up to where he was looking down towards Terroriser's stomach. “Oh no.” He whispered as he finally noticed the bloodstain slowly growing on his shirt.

“Stray bullet.” Basically said, jerking a first aid kit out from underneath the drivers seat. “John change of plans. Drive to the West Vinewood Nightclub.”

“A safe house?”

“Yes, it’s a safe house. There’s an area underneath.” He yelled to the front of the cab. “I’ll get the Doc.”

“Hear that Brian?” Brock asked. “Just hang in there and we’ll getcha all patched up.”

 

 

~~~

 

 

Brian opened his eyes. Or thought he did. All he saw was darkness. He shifted his head to look somewhere else but stopped when he felt a stabbing pain in his neck.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to wake up.”

Brian stopped and tried to smile at the voice.

“Sark.”

“The one and only.” He replied. “Man, I don’t know what you got yourself into this time, but someone sure was angry at you. Drugged, blinded, and more bruised than that time you thought it’d be a good idea to challenge that bar full of bikers.”

“I don’t regret that.” Brian groaned out.

“Ya well, at least the bikers didn’t inject you with drugs that have massive ocular side effects. You’re going to have to wear that bandage over your eyes until the full effects wear off. And then there’s that bullet wound. You’re lucky you had that metal plate in your side already or else that bullet would have pierced your stomach and that would have been a whole new story.

“That’s fine, how long do I have to be in bed for.”

“As long as you want. Your metal doctor already came by and fixed up that side and I’ve finished patching the rest of you up for now. All I ask is you take it easy for at least three weeks and come back to me for regular checkups.” Sark said.

“Then get me out of here.”

“What, you don’t want to enjoy my company?”

Brian let out a grinned huff. “Maybe if we were at my place I’d enjoy you even more.”

“Wow easy there cowboy or you’re going to get me all hot and bothered.” Sark grinned. “So, who am I calling to let know you’re ready for pickup?”

“Brock.”

“Brock, got it.”

 

 

~~~

 

 

Brian clutched Brock’s arm as they made their way up to Brian’s apartment.

“Hey, thank you.”

“Ya, no problem,” Brock said opening the door and leading the other man in.

“No, hey, I truly mean it.”

“I know.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Brian wished he could look at him. The bandage over his eyes felt like a wall between them but it did nothing against detecting the pain in Brock’s voice.

“Brock!”

“I almost lost you!” Brock said. “I mean I’ve almost lost you hundreds of times before this but still. You were shot and I know it wasn’t that bad but there was so much blood and here you are going to comfort me about it when none of us even know what they did to you when they had…”

“Hey, hey,” Brian said cupping Brock’s face in his hands. “It doesn’t matter right now what they did to me. We'll kick their asses so hard they're grand children will feel it but right now I’m here, and I’m safe, with you.”

Brian felt a water droplet run down his thumb. His heartfelt like it was being yanked out by an arrow that was pierced through it. “Oh Brock,” Brian said, slowly bringing the other man closer and kissed him gently. Brock placed his hands on Brian’s wrists and kissed him back.

The kisses grew deeper, more passionate until Brock moved his hands to run them down Brian’s chest until they got to his abs and Brian hissed in pain.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Brock said.

“No, it’s fine just kiss me.”

“No, it’s not! You’re still so injured! You can’t even see right now dammit!”

“And I’ve got a hell of a lot of tension to relieve so we either fuck now and take it nice and slow or I get a hernia from trying to jerk myself off,” Brian said walking away before slamming into a wall. “O fuck me in the ass.” He cried out holding his nose.

“You’re hopeless.” Brock sighed.

“Hmm? Then why don’t you help me navigate to my fucking room instead of standing there like Patrick in that damn episode of Spongebob where he’s all like “May I take your hat, sir?” “May I take your hat, sir?” He mocked.

“Okay, I get it. Come here.” Brock guided him through the apartment until they reached his room.

“Well, are ya going to help me change, or are ya going to leave me to do it myself?” Brian asked.

“Oooh, now you’re playing the injured card.”

Brian flashed him a smile.

Despite the teasing, Brock helped him remove his shirt. Brian didn’t move a muscle as he felt the lightest of touches tracing around the edge of the bandage on his side and up through all the bruises that would have hurt if Brock's touch wasn’t feather-light.

“Brock.”

“Hmm?”

“Stay with me tonight,” Brian whispered. “Please. I don’t want to be alone, not when everything’s dark.”

“I won’t.” Brock kissed him gently and Brian stole a second one until their kiss grew heated once more. This time Brock stayed clear of his lower chest and kept with him gentle touches. Brian, on the other hand, moved his arms freely. Pain throbbed in his muscled, but he kept pulling Brock’s body closer to his until there was no space left between them.

“Take your shirt off.” Brian moaned.

Following his order, Brock stepped back and swung off his tank top. He dragged his hands up Brian’s arms before stepping back making sure to let the man know where he is.

Brian brought him back up against him. He kissed his lips and trailed down past his jaw to his neck. A flair of heat course through him from the moan that escaped Brock. He felt more heat, this time in the lower section, as he felt Brock undoing his pants. The slow strokes on his dick instantly caused him to be the one moaning.

Brock got to his knees. The slow gentle touches stopping as he began pumping his hand. He felt Brian weaved his fingers through his hair. Brock licked from the base to the tip, the hand tangled in his hair tightened in response. Brock smiled up at him. The bandage over his eyes was not enough to hide the dawning expression of lust. He knew this wouldn’t fix whatever the man had gone through. He knew this was nothing more than a temporary distraction and the soul healing would come later with time. For tonight, a distraction is what’s needed and, even if it was only for tonight, he wanted to help chase the darkness away.

Brock held the base of his dick, took the rest of him in his mouth, and began bobbing his head back and forth.

“Oh god, Brock yes.” Brian threw his head up.

He hummed in response creating a vibration on Brian’s dick. He began pumping his hand in rhythm as he felt the shaft in his mouth harden. He stopped sucking his dick to place kisses all around his stomach and thighs and continued to jerk him off.

The pulling on his hair had him trailing the kisses back to Brian’s member and continuing to suck and lick his dick.

He stopped when he saw Brian reach down to bring him up for a kiss.

Brian tasted himself on Brock’s lips as he dropped his pants the rest of the way and kicked away the fabric. Brock had his own off in record time.

“Where’s the bed?” Brian asked.

“Here,” Brock replied bringing him in for a kiss as slowly drawing his body backwards until the back of his own legs hit the bed frame. Brian pushed him lightly.

“You’re going to top with those injuries?” Brock said sitting down on the bed.

“Oooh now, I really just want to make you scream my name.”

Brock laughed. “Alriiiight. Whatever you say.”

“Shut up,” Brian said as his hand followed the edge of the bed to the side table drawer. He grabbed the bottle from it. A huge blob of lube squirted onto his hand, and he cursed at not being able to see.

“Shut up,” Brian repeated.

“I didn’t say anything.” Brock stifled a laugh.

“I can hear you smirking you little…” Brian began mumbling.

“Here,” Brock said as he whipped half of the blob onto his hand and began rubbing it over his own parts. As Brian smothered what was left of the lube on his dick, he laid down and admired the man before him.

“Brock?”

“I’m ready.” He replied helping Brian lift his legs up.

Brian used one hand to guide his dick to Brock’s ass and slowly moved his hips forwards. Brock’s long soft moan was music to his ears.

“Move,” Brock said after a moment shifting his hips.

He obliged. The rhythm and speed increasing with each passing second. He pounded into him.

“Brian.” Brock moaned throwing his arm over his eyes and tugging on the bedsheet. Tension grew in both their bodies but at the same time tension that they’ve been keeping for weeks was easing as it turned into a lust-filled passion.

Brian’s pace was uneven and wild. He mumbled moans mixed with curses until he suddenly stopped. His breathing was heavy and sweat lined his forehead and shoulders.

Brock lifted his arm up from his eyes to look at the other man. “Want me to ride you?”

“Oh, now that would be lovely,” Brian said pulling out and lowering himself on the bed.

Once the man was comfortable, Brock crawled over and straddled him.

“Is this better?” Brock asked lowering himself onto Brian.

“Yes. So much better.” Brian said. He felt Brock increasing his pace after that reply but still wanted more. He shifted his hips up to match the rhythm. How much he would give to see the expressions on Brock’s face. To hear and feel him just wasn’t enough, that is until he felt the mans hands slowly sliding their way up his body to his nipples.

Lightning shot through him causing him to twitch inside of Brock.

“Brock, I’m close,” Brian warned.

“Already?”

“Brock!” He repeated louder.

“Okay.” Brock lifted himself off of him and grabbed Brian’s dick. He quickly pumped his hands until Brian came with loud moans and his name on his lips.

“So, how was it?” Brock asked grinning. A moaned reply had him chuckling. He crawled up to him and gave him a gentle kiss.

“How long do you have to wear that bandage for, because I’m not going to lie having you blinded like this is kind of hot.”

“Then you’re really going to like it when I start sucking ya off.” He said. “But just give me a moment. That took a lot out of me.”

“I’m sure it did.” Brock laughed.

Notes:

My first fic so hand over them comments!!!