Strange how your life can get so radically changed in a matter of hours. The first time it happened to James was four years ago, when he was attacked and brought ‘home’. He knew that was coming. That had been a direct result of his willful disobedience. Of course, the way he had managed to spring free from the bitch’s power for a moment could be considered the same .
It was just enough for the agent with Niko to negate all their powers. All hell broke lose and he just did what he always did. He was good for little else. As his captors reminded him during his incarceration: James was made to take a beating. He hadn’t been in great shape when he was brought before Raphael. Blood loss made him more compliant as they tore through his mind. That agent was in the beginning, blocking him. He wasn’t sure where Niko or Monique where.
He wasn’t sure how long it was before his powers were returned to him. He wasn’t sure how long it took them to turn over everything in his mind until they were sure he wasn’t a threat. They got him up and out, bringng him somewhere. James hated not knowing where he was going. Not knowing where the exits were. Not knowing where his family was. Thankfully, one of those questions was answered for him as he smelled Niko before a knock summoned him to the door.
James let Niko pull him in. He kept going until they were almost touching. He didn’t touch him though. It wasn’t that he was so considerate that he wanted to spare Niko’s clothes the blood and other bodily fluid soaked clothes he wore. He was scenting him. It was the only thing holding him together right now.
It took a few minutes but he finally exhaled, letting some of the tension that wracked him, out. “Niko.” He gathered his husband in his arms and hugged him with every ounce of strength he had… which wasn’t as much as it usually was.