It felt good to see the perfect Reyka look a little mussed, Aiden couldn't lie. He'd been wanting to chuck him out of the car since minute zero and now he'd finally get to. He knew if Reyka got ahold of the knife he would have no qualms about stabbing him and leaving him there to die. He had to hold onto it and that was really the only conscious thought he had in that moment. The first hit to his jaw only made him tighten his grip but the second one shook him a little. It only took a slight twist of his hand in the wrong direction for him to drop the knife. Aiden knew then how he was going to die.<br/><br/>Aiden was now covered in Reyka's blood, dripping from his wounds and smudges where fists collided with face. Aiden was too busy watching his life flash before his eyes to hear anything of what Reyka said, Aiden was just bracing for the enevitable slice of his neck. Distantly, he heard him order him to jerk off right then and there but Aiden wasn't present enough to even resist the order.<br/><br/>What brought him back was the taste of blood on his tongue. Metallic and bitter. He needed to do something. Right now. The drop of blood seemed to close a circuit in his brain that powered a lightbulb. Aiden looked up at Reyka, eyeing him but not with anger anymore. The bloodlust had turned to just plain and simple lust. He pried away the hand holding his mouth open so he could close it around the knife. Then, he held the hand holding the knife and pulled it back slowly, the knife came out mostly clean as it passed his lips. Aiden just prayed Reyka was fooled by his little performance.<br/><br/>While he was hopefully distracted, Aiden brought down his other fist down on Reyka's crotch. Only once the knife was safely out of his mouth, of course. While Reyka was now definitely distracted, Aiden wrestled on top of him, pinning arms and legs down with his own limbs. Like this, there wasn't that much chance for the one now closest to the ground.<br/><br/>The knife was knocked from Reyka's hand in the process of the tackle and it slid over to Reed. Aiden was too busy holding down the offender to pick it up. He just hoped Reed would make the right choice.<br/><br/>The blonde was broken out of his daze by the clattering of the knife. He looked at it for a long moment, confused by its presence. He hadnt been watching the fight. Then he picked it up. He looked between Aiden's pleading eyes and his boyfriend for instruction on what to do.