This is a fan-fic of Veronica Diaz's (aka PinkStripedMellon) WIP BL visual novel "CoPasDel". I do NOT own the characters.

Pairing: Daniel x Leander

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"Revenge is a dish best served cold."

Daniel sneered as he thought about those very true words. He preferred his revenge hot and spicy, and if the opportunity came like this, then he couldn't complain either. It may still was smoking hot now... but definitely worth enjoying it.

Leander had made a mistake when having humiliated him like this... he had underestimated Daniel's eternal stubborness. And, please... if not even Death was enough to stop him from a true crusade of revenge, then how were some leather bonds supposed to break his will?

To the drug lord's misfortune, the bonds broke much earlier than Daniel's will could even have been cracked.

He only found his pants and trousers; the rest of his clothes had somehow vanished or simply was too torn up to be considered as clothes still. At least he found his eyepatch again, as his eye had started itching a little. He hated that... but oh well, here he was.

Still alive (at least somehow... but that wasn't important now), and with a soul filled with smoldering hatred towards Leander.

The door soon broke under the impact of some well-aimed hits, and the brunette could leave this damned room. Not that Leander would have bothered to check for him again. Either, the blonde was too self-confident, or it was a simple case of curiosity. But, Leander and taking such a risk? No. Maybe it was some sort of sick game, to test something.

No matter what it was now, he still had an objective. Finding Leander, and paying back the humiliation he had suffered from.

There weren't any guards around as Daniel sneaked through the corridors. What a strange fact... for normal, he would have awaited heavily armed men at every corner and worse. But no, everything was calm and rather unsettling indeed. And why did he have this faint feeling his second self was somewhere close? I so swear... If Leander laid his fucking fingers on Adrian, he will pay double.

And as life tried to be funny again, he indeed found the room. Leander... and Adrian in it.

The calm, almost air-headed boy was sitting on the floor, paying no attention to the blonde male approaching him. "I have to say, you are quite an interesting one." Adrian had gone to his own world, however, still playing around with something faintly remembering of a blue piece of cloth. "Well... I think I need to wake you up from your dream, little boy."

Unfortunately (for Leander), it didn't come that far.

Flinching in surprise, the blonde felt a hand grabbing him by the shoulder, and just as he turned his face towards whoever dared to insult him, a fist came sailing straight towards him. He couldn't block the punch and fell on his back, slightly dazed and groaning in pain. This obnoxious agent had broken free again...!

"Hehe... Bad luck, Leander, huh...?"

Adrian's complete behaviour had flipped, his eyes now gleaming with the same intense red as Daniel's. The two red-eyed males exchanged a quick glance, then sneered. "Little correction... Double bad luck for you, blondie."

Leander groaned as Daniel got an uncomfortably tight grip on his arm, twisting it on his back, while the other arm was choking him. "You really thought you would get away with that? You underestimated me, Leander. Again."

Adrian had snatched a knife, whistling a rather unsettling tune as he began slicing Leander's jacket to long shreds. "Just perfect... And you will get to enjoy our both's revenge, Leander." The blonde still struggled in Daniel's grip, but the strong arms had him pinned. "You will so fucking pay for this, Daniel...!"

Too bad the threat was pretty useless, as now, the blonde was shoved down on the ground and bound up with the cloth stripes - after having received a hit almost knocking him out. Anger blazed inside him, and his pride had taken quite a beating already. Noone, noone humiliated him and would stay alive!

There was just one problem. He was bound, and was pretty sure neither the obnoxious agent nor this strange boy would back away from anything. Unless there would have been guards. Most unfortunately, there weren't any.

They wasted no time, and Leander yelled in rage and pain as Daniel shoved himself into the blonde's body. He never had been dominated - and now this! And the strange boy merely snickered, ramming the dagger into his upper arm and making Leander hiss. Not that this single stab would really have impressed him... It still was painful, though, at it had been close to the ligament connecting the muscle to the bone.

Daniel's hand had a strong grip on the blonde's neck, forcing Leander to bow down deeper and stick his ass up like a bitch. Pure hatred gleamed in his blue eyes as he looked up at the boy, who took his sweet time with slicing Leander's arms and shoulders. Never before in his life had a day been that awful!

A heavy shuddering wavered through his body as Daniel found his prostate, making the blonde tense up and choke an unwanted moan. So that was what this blasted brunette wanted? No way he would let this happen!

To his bad luck, these thoughts didn't keep his body from giving in to the onslaught of pleasure rushing over his mind.

Daniel laughed lowly as he noticed how Leander's will broke bit by bit. "Pathetic... You may are a fucking pervert, but as soon as you're the bitch, you are powerless..." The brunette's taunting caused a growl slipping from Leander's throat, immediately cut off by a scream as he hit the blonde's prostate again.

After minutes of hammering himself into Leander, he forced the other over the edge - and felt Leander passing out under him. Adrian staggered, too, having had his fun with slashing Leander's flesh until he was smeared with the drug lord's blood. Before he could collapse, Daniel caught him in his arms, getting up. "Enough for today, eh?" He caught a glance at Adrian's eyes, who had gone back to the softer, almost golden one, before the small frame in his arms relaxed.

Taking a last look at Leander, Daniel sneered, leaving the blonde bound up on the floor. A long sneaking through the building followed, but eventually, he had made it. Inhaling the warm summer air, he left the drug lord's grounds, until he was close enough to the city again. In a little, park-like field, he laid Adrian down under a tree. "Well done, Raven."

About half an hour later, Tama finally found Adrian, immediately picking up the sleeping youth. "I told you not to run away again." Tama sighed, making his way back. It was unsettling to find Adrian in the strangest places... and smeared with strawberry juice or whatever that red stuff was again.