Title: Foreplay

Summary: "I'll take you bloody if you like, I like my meat rare."

Characters/Pairings: Well, it's Buck Hughes and Jason Brody. And oh, hey, look it's Keith being sad.

Warnings: Keith is really sad. All the time. Also, heads up, a lot of cussing because of reasons. Oh…and Buck being Buck.

Disclaimer: I own none of this franchise. None. At all.


The air filled with the tension that could be sliced by a knife, which ironically Buck Hughes was holding. The mad man kept eying up Jason Brody like he was a piece of meat, and Buck was the shark. Shit.

Wasn't that what ol' Buck said? Buck wouldn't let him out of here. The crazy fuck liked his meat rare. It just made Jason sick to his stomach. Most things on this Island did anyway.

This wasn't how it was supposed to. Jason was supposed to get Keith, and they were supposed to leave…after Buck got his knife. How could he be so stupid?

Jason stood his ground, watching the body language. Buck was just ready to strike at any moment, knife "Listen, Buck—" Jason tried to reason, he really did.

"No, no, Jas." Buck chuckled, it was low and it rumbled. Those eyes pierced right through Jason, digging into his skin like his hands would if Jason wasn't clever enough to pay attention.

Buck shook his head, knife held tight in his hand, "No, Jas. I think you and I need to have another talk of manners. I told you I should've caned you when I had the chance. It looks like…" The mad man gave a laugh, studying Jason's body some. Buck chuckled, it was low and it rumbled.

Those eyes pierced right through Jason, digging into his skin like his hands would if Jason wasn't clever enough to pay attention.

"That we have another chance. Third time's the charm, eh?"

Jason didn't like the sound of that then again everything that came out of this man's mouth sent his stomach into twisting knots. He kept his stance, protecting Keith. He could still hear his friend sniffling.

Buck was like a rattlesnake, every time Jason spoke against him—it just pissed Buck off even more.

With the knife in his hand, and grinning like the devil, Bambi seemed more horrifying of a name. It's not just a fucking knife though, that's what Buck said. It's more than knife, a work of art and it was in Buck fucking Hughes' hand. He never felt more afraid, even with Vaas. The beating of his heart is getting louder, boom, fucking boom.

He swallowed, still seeing how Keith shook in the corner of his eye. This was for Keith, right? He came here for his friend, and he was leaving with his friend.

"Listen, Buck—" Same line as before. Jason tried to reason, he really did.

"Don't do this. You got what you asked for. And. Keith. Is. Leaving." That was the last thing Jason Brody should've said.

Jason saw him lunge, and he moved faster than he thought he would. His hands grabbed Buck's wrists, struggling. Both moved, trying to push the other to the ground. Their feet scuffled, kicking up the dirt off the ground.

He fought as hard as he could. His fingers tightened on Buck's wrists just as tight as Mad Buck had on that knife nearing his face. There was a jerk and his head whipped forward, hitting violently against Buck's face.

"Shit-!" Jason heard Buck cry out loudly. Shit indeed.

Jason managed to get a glimpse of the man's face. Blood dripped heavily from Buck's nose and lips. It made Jason's stomach knot up and twist. He'd been lucky, hadn't he? That was a cheap shot but he took it. The change in Buck was sudden, Jason swore he heard a growl.

Without another chance coming his way most likely, he knew he had to make use of it soon enough. Jason slammed his body into Buck's, for the second time the collision was rough and timed.

Buck's free hand gripped one of Jason's wrists. Fuck. It felt tingly in his fingertips. Buck's grip is iron and it hurt like hell "Jas, that was stupid." Blood just kept pouring from his nose, down those lips that sneered "Really fucking stupid, Jas!" His voice is so loud, it pierced their ears.

Jason knew full well what would happen if Buck got his footing back again. He shoved hard again and both fell violently.

Buck's head hit his head, hard enough for him to bleed it seemed. Jason gathered enough balls to hit him again, foot kicking his gut. Jason hadn't prepared much ahead of that, besides somehow getting out of this broken down house with Keith in tow. So when he scrambled to his feet, stumbling some even, both he and Keith knew he looked like a fucking mess.

He reached out, getting to Keith, away from Buck. Hughes was still on the ground, touching his head but seemed still to be in daze. The sick bastard had hit his head pretty damn hard, hadn't it?

Jason knew they had to get away or they'd be both in more than trouble. Buck likes to fuck, that was the line, right? Christ this was some fucked up shit. His hand was grabbing Keith by his arm, fisting that ruined shirt.

"C'mon!" Keith yelped, but tried to keep up. Both somehow stumbling and getting up the stairs. Jason just kept thinking if they could just get outside the place, away from that lunatic. They could run into the jungle.

He really hoped for fuck's sake that Hector wasn't upstairs.

"Hurry!" Keith cried out, and they headed through the door. No sign of Hector the Collector. Jason nearly busted that front door down, a chicken ran on by. There's a loud banging, like a gunshot.

"Christ-" Jason kept a hold on Keith, making sure the man stayed with him. To keep him safe. Both going past the beat up car, and over that weak fence. Keith was still shaking all over, still afraid. They moved so fast, maybe they were just that scared, Jason doesn't even know anymore. They only could move, getting into the jungle as fast as they could. The trees and bushes scratching, and all sorts of shit.

Jason was barely aware of the static noise from the walkie talkie he still had. He had forgotten all about it. There's a clearing of a throat was heard, coming from the walkie talkie, a noise that both he and Keith heard.

"You there, Jas? 'Course you are, mate."

Keith automatically whimpered, like it was a reflex. He had to hold onto him, keeping them low enough. Jason glanced over his shoulder, wondering if the fuck could see them. They were only so far away from Buck's place but-

"You and your little friend Keith playin' hide and seek, huh? Playin' hide and seek? Yes, Mr. Buck, my scared shitless friend Keith and I are playin' a game with you, sir."

Jason didn't answer, no one did. The scared duo both just breathed heavily, waiting for a gunshot to the head maybe. Or for Buck to pop out and shout I found you. Something horrible. But what was worst than Rook Island anyway?

"Fine. I can play games too, Jas."

There was silence on their end of the walkie talkie.

"I can play games too."