Psycho Chan's Note: Yeah…uh…this is actually our very first story where we wrote down ideas, put them in order that made sense to someone other than ourselves. This will also probably be our longest story judging by our notes page. I'm quite proud of it actually. Our updates have been rather sad…it's because I'm lazier now and going through some serious depression/cutting issues so…I'm working though it. I've been drawing more than typing. But I'm trying. I'm trying. I typed up the first chapter without anything being written down, I just typed it up quick. This one however was written so it'll take longer for me to type it up. Hopefully people will read this cuz it would suck to be typing this at three am just to have nobody read it.
Warning: There are racist remarks. I'm sorry. And there is a lot of language. Lot's of it.
Claimer: Twitter Chan owns Lee.
Misery
Damn cunt. Leave my ass cuz I'm fuckin' 'unstable' and 'violent'…I'll show her violent! After I fuckin' bash her skull in and lock her in the fuckin' house again. I swear to fuckin' god that she needs a damn leash. Can't even keep her legs together. Last time it was her fuckin' producer's baby. I put an end to that kid just like I'll do to the bastard she's carryin' now. Maybe this time if I kill the fucker she'll get the clue…
An rather unlucky bar hosts an angry man, clearly proven by the fact that everyone was on the other side of the place, leaving Jay to brood in peace. The man had been drinking shots all night, showing the fact that he can hold his alcohol very well. Unfortunately, the red head just wants to get wasted and pass out somewhere. Didn't really matter where. He knew for sure that no one around this part of town would even think about bothering him.
And that fuckin' daughter of mine…Raise her for 17 fuckin' years and she just decides to up and leave. And for what!? A feathered hussy in a lame ass gang that can't even do anything without bein' caught by those faggot heroes. Be damned if I just let her go like that. Be damned if I let her…
Downing another shot of Turkey, Jay glares forward, sending no one in particular a death glare. It was as if anyone who stepped into that direction would be poisoned and die slowly yet to the full promise of pain and agony. His mood hasn't really improved much since he got here, but he hasn't killed anyone yet so it has been going fairly good.
I won't even git started on that boy of mine…runnin' of with some nigger…some ratty haired fucker…Donno what's worse…Francis fuckin' him or him fuckin' Francis. Fuck. I taught that slut better than that. I know I did. I know for fuckin' sure I did. Told him right from the start about those fuckin' cotton pickers and the bullshit they pull…
The clearly racist man continues his thinking process, which is nothing more than cussing and foul language in his skull. The anger clear in his expression. Brows furrowed, eyes narrowed to slits, teeth gritting through a scornful sneer and eyes that could suck out your soul for eternity just to torture and beat. A few more shots. Jay thought for a second that he could just drink straight out of the bottle that he had bought here, however, then he'd have to leave sooner.
A fuckin' nigger!? He left me fer a spear chucker! A fuckin' no good spear chucker! C'mon!
The man slams his glass down. "A fuckin' black boy!? A nigger!?" The red head hollers out, temporarily catching the attention of everyone in the bar. Jay cackles to himself, in a crazed matter, leaning over the counter, allowing is blood red hair to fall. Locks of the red, some gold, rushing off his shoulder to hang carelessly in the air. No one made an effort to speak to him about his language or his out burst.
Gonna be a long night, and not just for Jay either. The bartender had been hesitant to go over to him. Luckily, that wasn't too often.
Not far off, a man with purple dyed hair was walking down the street. "Aw man…Damn Shadow man was temperamental. Scotts my brother. I had claim to him first…" The tall man wore a simple white wife beater and blue jeans. Most of his decoration was in his purple hair and the many piercings he had. Three in his left eye brow was worn today, along with many hoops in both his ears. His short, greasy hair was wildly worn, clearly in need of a brushing. The man wonders Dakota, after just being kicked out of his home. It wasn't his mother, she would never do that. It was actually his brother's boyfriend. "God, you make one pass at your little bro's ass and you get hated fer the rest of your life. Man needs to loosen up." Scott, or Shiv as everyone calls him now, brought his boyfriend, Ebon, home. They needed a temporary stay since the shadow's house was being remodeled. That's when hell broke loose and fist were being thrown, in his direction apparently. "Looks like I gotta find a different playmate…"
Rubbing his cheek, the scrawny man enters a nearby bar. He took in the smell of cheap alcohol and heavy smoke. He noticed that everyone was on one side of the place, that, and the bartender was a woman. No fun there. Teal eyes, contacts, scan the bar quickly. A red neck, two lame bikers and a few regulars were looked over. Eyes stop at a long haired man, leaning over the bar counter. Oooo. Talk about sexy. The man thinks to himself with a smirk. In a carefree fashion, the young man strides over to the empty side of the bar to get a closer look. That was a lie. He was going to get him. No if, ands' or butts'.
Rather bluntly, the new customer stops right behind the red head, unnoticed. "Hey Sexy." His voice seems to go undetected, however, the red head blinks away the irritation. Not waiting for a reply anyway, the man reaches out to grab hold of any part of the sexy man's ass that was hanging off the back of the bar stool. "Nice ass" is said through a thoughtless smirk.
Without hesitation, Jay grabs his Wild Turkey bottle, and swings with ease, smashing the bottle against the idiot's head. Before all the shattered glass can even hit the floor, Jay had the man pinned against the bar with his larger body. With a handful of greasy, purple hair pulled back, the older man grabs hold of a shard of glass from the counter, pressing it firmly against the exposed neck of the younger man.
"Nnn-" The violet haired man cringes at the agility of the red head. He as fast himself being smaller than everyone else, he never would have thought that someone as built this guy could move that fast. "Damn man" was chuckled slowly. "Learn to fuckin' take a complement." The two caught full attention, only no one made a move. They knew the kid. They hated him too.
"Learn not ta fuck wit me prick. I ain't playin' with no one."
"Okay, damn." The Korean man smirks. "But you do have a great ass." He adds rather pointlessly.
Rolling his green eyes, Jay releases the brat, tossing the bottle shard to the ground. "Barkeep." He announces, catching the attention of the brunette. "'Nother bottle. Strongest you got." In an exhausted fashion, Jay sits back in his bar stool with a sigh.
The kid he had just warned just sat next to him, right on the broken glass. It was as if he wasn't affected by the gash on his head. Seeing his empty expression, Jay decided he wasn't in the least bit. Just his luck too. The brat rubs his head for a moment, feeling his fingers collect blood. Pulling his hand back, teal eyes examine the blood for a moment before he simply licks the red fluid off his skin with a shrug. "So what crawled up your ass?" He asks bluntly.
"Not my ass. Everyone else around me." The moment that dark blue bottle hits the black counter top, Jay swipes it, opening the bottle. He was going to need it more now than before with this idiot by him.
"What the fuck everyone else do?" The man didn't care one bit. And can I get this guy to fuck me cuz he's fuckin' sexy.
"My wife left me for stupid ass reasons, my daughter left me for some shitty ass gang, and my son left me fer some nigger" was the half hearted answer. Jay took a quick drink right out of the bottle. As said before, he needed it now than ever.
There is a chuckle next to him. "Sucks to be you."
Extending is right arm, Jay simply shoves that punk right off his stool. No hesitation or restraint, in hopes that the man would get a clue.
Snickering to himself, the Korean picks himself off the floor. "That's why you ain't suppose to get married to some bitch and have ungrateful pricks for kids." He exclaims before hopping back up onto his stool.
"Yeah yeah" came out in a low mutter, clearly indicating the irritation. For some reason, Jay shrugged it off. "But it's easier to fuck my kids than someone else's brat." The red head announces, getting a look of horror from the bartender who was in hearing range while she got someone a drink.
"True." The man agrees. "Then I guess you'd get ta train 'em too." There is entertainment on his face as he spoke. Maybe I should kidnap myself a pet…
"Well duh." Jay takes another drink, swallowing down the rank fluid with a harsh gulp. He didn't drink alcohol much. It was better that way. "Then at 18" another gulp, "they fuckin' wise up."
"Find another fuck toy then. Shouldn't be too hard. You're fuckin' sexy." The purple haired man says through a misplaced grin.
Jay shrugs. "Meh." He continues downing the bottle of who knows what.
The kid rolls his eyes. "If you're so fuckin' down about it, drag your kids back home and chain 'em down."
"Naw…besides the fact that my kids are metahuman…one's crazy and the other one…fuck…let the nigger suffer with the whore I raised."
Bother share a snicker. "Nice." The younger man watches Jay take another drink. He was going though that pretty quick only he seemed sober yet. No fun. "So you just gonna sit here all fuckin' night and drink or what?"
"More or less. Diana took my fuckin' money too" was chucked through gritted teeth. Jay had money. A lot of money. He wouldn't miss what his soon to be ex wife took, it was the fact that it was his and nobody took what was his…except a black kid apparently. And a bird girl…
"Shouldn't have married a bitch."
"I love her thought…"
"Love's overrated." Was quipped back.
Jay was not impressed. "Git the fuck away from me." He continues his drinking.
Another chuckle escapes the greasy man. "In a bit. Any way I can get you to fuck me?"
"Yeah." Jay answers without needing to think. With another drink, he continues to talk. "Gimme a bit."
With a content smirk, the Korean straightens up. "Gotcha." He is thrilled. Never had to not work for that fuck before…I like this guy.
"You have no clue who I am, do you?" Jay faces the boy for the first time, hating the piercings immediately. The shiny silvers bugging him.
"Nope. Why?"
"…explains it. What's yer name?"
"Lee, yours?"
"Jay."
"Got it." Lee waits impatiently. Something he shares with his younger brother. "How long you gonna take?" He looks to the older man, hoping he'd hurry.
"How ever long as I fuckin' want brat. Yer stayin' at my place anyway." Jay states, taking another drink.
"So I'm impatient. So sue me."
With a shrug, Jay decides to play with the man, taking a slow drink, savoring the burn in his mouth and the after taste.
Lee is not impressed. You fucker…
Snickering into the bottle, the red head continues his tease.
"You cocksucker…" Jay just chuckles into the bottle, the glass causing a faint echo, hollow to the ears. "I might as well try my luck with my brother again at this rate."
Pulling the bottle away, Jay licks his lips. "Diff is I'm good and got years on your brother's ass as much as yers."
"Why the fuck do you think I'm still here?"
That…and you're hot.
"Cuz yer scrawny and need a bath. No one else wants a grease monkey in their bed." The no longer angry man chuckles.
"Do I look like I care what anyone else wants?"
"Nope." Was said quickly, especially when looking at the man. "So tomorra mornin' before I fuck you again you'll shower."
"As long as I get fucked I'll do whatever you want me to do." Lee smiles at the promise. This was easier than ever.
"Good. You look fuckin' filthy."
Hearing that again, Lee just rolls his eyes, ignoring damn near everything being said. Truth is, since Jay had promised him sex, he stopped really caring. "Only a little."
"Quit lyin' boy." Jay chugs the rest of the bottle's contents, rather hoping for more since he was going to be bedding with a kid who needs to shower.
"Whatever." Lee was just happy that the older man was finished.
"No. Not 'whatever'." That was one thing he could not get over. Filth. Dirt, grim, sludge. He hated it. Couldn't stand it. And that was what this man was. Pure filth that could walk and unfortunately, talk.
"Yeah yeah, we gonna go soon?"
"We go when the fuck I want to." Pulling out his wallet, Jay pulls out a hundred. More than enough to pay for the drinks, the mess, and to keep what ever he said to herself. That, and the bartender was good looking.
"And I was askin' if that's soon."
Jay stays in his seat, allowing a silence between them. "…nope."
With a scowl, Lee retorts "bastard."
With a light laughter, Jay gets up, his boots cracking any large pieces of glass on the tiled floor. "'Kay 'kay."
"'Bout fuckin' time." Lee hops up, aching to go. He follows the other man out of the bar, into the parking lot, to a dusty truck.
The man opens the door to his truck, tossing his tool belt into the back. "Should grow some patients kid." He suggests as the said kid jumps into the clean truck.
"Why?" "Lee notices that the only mess was the dirt on the ground and even then there wasn't that much.
"Cuz it'll get you farther with me." Without difficulty, Jay pulls out into the empty street, headed for home.
Lee thinks about this. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good" is muttered quickly as the man rubs his now aching head. He knew it wasn't because of his frustration over his family or the alcohol. The red head knew it was because of the moron in his passenger seat. Knew it.
Patients' sucks ass though, and in a bad way. Why wait when you can get it now?
Thankfully, the remainder of the ride was quiet, with country music playing quietly. Jay forgot about his wife and kids, and just wanted to go home and go to sleep. However, he knew that the little purple haired runt would bug him. So the man decided he would fuck him quick and go to sleep. He could use some sleep now that he thought about it. However with this idiot around, sleep was a long long ways away.
Finally, after a long twenty minutes, Jay pulls into his driveway, again, not bothering to enter the garage. With a set of door slamming, the two walk up the sidewalk. "Nice place." Lee comments as the owner digs opens the door.
"Yeah." Jay agrees simply, waiting for the younger man to enter his house before shutting the door, locking it.
Shifty eyes scan the place. Simple painted walls, few decorations, hell, simple everything. Everything was simple and boring. Everything was clean too. Perhaps too clean. "You some kind of neat freak?"
With a quick smack to the back of the head, Jay walks up the stairs, motioning for the boy to follow. "Shut up already."
"Temperamental too." Lee snickers, following quickly, looking around as he does so. The upstairs wasn't any different, only a few stands with plants dead center of it. It was amusing picturing the red head watering the flowers everyday considering how well in bloom they were. Earning another slap for the snicker, Lee guesses they were in Jay's bedroom. Dresser, closet, and a king sized bed, which had a mirror in it's headboard. His dresser was littered with framed photos and it's mirror was entirely covered in photos, taped up with clear tape in a seemingly organized fashion. His exploring was cut short with a raspy voice.
"Strip and git on the damn bed." Swinging his hips, Jay slams the door shut, staring coldly at the Korean. Lee ignores that look, more than happy to rid of his dirty clothes.
Once his clothes were tossed to the decorative rug, Lee climbs up onto the soft mattress. "Temper temper" The man coos. He watches as Jay rids of his clothes, really liking what he sees. Jay was well build though not as broad as his son, and was evenly tanned, well toned.
"You…don't shut up…do you?" Jay realizes this perhaps too late. The last thing he wanted was the idiot to talk while fucking his brains out.
"Nope" is hummed through a smirk. Damn. I was right. You're fuckin' sexy as hell.
"Tomorrow will be fun fer me." The run down man mutters to himself. He just knew he was going to pass out and wake up to this guy yapping his lips off. Great for a hangover, if the man even end up with one. However, he did drink a bit more than usual.
"Will for me." The red head rolls his eyes. Of course it would for him. He didn't drink. "Just fuck me already." He watches as the other man crawls onto the bed rather slowly.
"I'll kick you out at this rate boy." Jay wastes no time, resting his large hands on pale thighs, opening them. Two thoughts ran through his mind. The first one being something along the lines of how this kid needed to eat more and the other simply being he needed to shower.
Just fuck me and I'll shut up.
With his night almost over, Jay quickly runs his hands down the scarred chest of Lee, quickly finding a flaccid member, stroking the length of it. Jay allowed his mind to wonder for a bit. Not about his family or anything but about life in general. Now that he was alone he wasn't sure what he was suppose to do. He had a job but that was to just pass time. His kids were gone along with his wife, his father was alive but he sure as hell wasn't going to hunt the bastard down. What ever family he had they sure as hell didn't want anything to do with him. The man had no friends. He knew a lot of people, most of those being the men, and a few women, who had rented out Francis's body for a while. All those years of saving and making money didn't do shit for him now. All the years of fucking around. Didn't matter who it was either. But still, it did nothing for him now. Nothing.
A moan snaps the man out of his dejected thoughts. Lee was still underneath him, not only erect but dripping with precum. Collecting the clear fluid, Jay pulls his hand away, covering his own erection, which he wasn't even fully aware he had. The green eyed man just wanted this to be over with. Hitting his highest level of tolerance, Jay takes a moment to rub his cockhead to the wrinkled entrance of the other man before slamming his entire length into the Korean.
Grasping the sheets, Lee groans, loving the sharp pain that filled him. He also loved the fact that the other man didn't wait for him to adjust and just started moving within him, however, the lust was not fueled for long. Not only was Jay not in it, his move were starting to become sluggish and lazy. At least this guy's big…which is all he's got goin' for him. Wanting more pleasure, more like needing it, Lee begins to slam his hips against the thrusting body, in hopes of something. This…could be goin' better. Desperate, the displeased man grasps his own member, pumping hard and fast.
Jay took notice of that. Normally he'd stop it, however, he just wanted this to be over, so he continues his lazy thrusts, knowing he'll be better in the morning.
Lee continues, shivering underneath the larger man. And I was expecting to be wowed. Lee shudders as Jay dug his nail into his hips. Hoping Jay might get a clue, the Korean man tightens his muscles around Jay's length, clawing his own chest with his free hand. He feels the body above him jerk as he tightens, the thrusting getting rougher. Thrusting himself vigorously, Lee's body finally hits that climax. With a groan, the younger man ejaculates, nails digging into his chest as he does so.
The thrusting continues, the red head clearly agitated as he does so. Everything was just too foggy for him to comprehend. And he didn't like it. Jay was the kind of man that needed to know what was going on around him. Not too long after Lee, Jay finishes, releasing himself carelessly inside the other man. The body in his grasp wiggles at the feeling.
Once the two bodies rested, no longer moving, both were panting fairly quickly. Collecting himself, Jay begins to mutter under his breath, either in frustration or anger. Knowing him, it was probably both.
"?" Still panting and shivering, Lee listens to the incoherent mutters. "What the fucks your problem now?"
Jay pulls out with a slick sound. "Sleep." The man gets up, rubbing his pounding head. "I'll fuck you in the morning.
Lee takes a moment to think about it. Jay said he was good. But that just plain sucked. Then again, he did down two bottles of booze. …he's big…The man relaxes. "Okay." Quickly, he rolls over and gets comfy. Jay leaves the room, confusing the younger man. That is, until the sound of running water clears things up. "Neat freak" he mumbles under his sleeping breath.
Jay stood in the shower as cold water hits his hard. "Figures…"