Kassy! I may not even kill Jeff. Dani: -_- yeah right. Even I know that you're gonna mush him into cream. -_-
...um...caarryyy on with teh ficcyy... :3
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Chapter Two
The Kidnapping: Sex Trade
"You're my best friend you sonofabitch." Adam said, staring at his little blonde-haired Canadian friend but Jay just looked over at Chris and Chris nodded for a moment.
"You see…not everyone hates me. He felt bad for me."
Jay kissed Chris's hand and then kissed Chris's cheek. "Just like Jeff's your bitch, I was Jay's." Chris kept an upright face, trying not to think of himself as some sort of thing to be fucked with but he knew that was all he was to Jay.
"You're best friends. I shouldn't have not seen it coming. Of course I'm a toy just like Jeff is a toy to you. He just fucks me and leaves yet he still cares a lot more than you do. He'll have your bitch and I'll…I'll be yours." Chris softly said, staring at Adam's face. "I just want you to touch my face again, Adam…just to tell me you love me again."
"I loved Christine. I never loved Chris," Adam snapped, staring at those soft blue eyes, the blue eyes that were made of a lie to Chris but they were indeed beautiful oceans that anyone could get lost to. That was what Adam had thought before Christine's eyes turned out to be a lie and Chris's cold blue eyes took reign instead. Now they were those soft blue eyes that belonged onto a little girl who never wanted to get hurt but was getting hurt right then. Adam reached in to touch his face but then restricted himself. "All a lie."
Chris was shaking as he pulled out a white paper and Adam just stared at it, his eyes widening. "You want to fucking be a model? Oh, great, more lies." Adam snapped. "You don't want to be a model. You're more of the stripper type anyways. Whatcha gonna do? Go out in swimwear, pretending to be Christine? Well, I'm not going into that show…"
Chris held onto Adam's wrist, resting his head onto Adam's arm. "I registered as Chris."
Adam stared up at the paper again, reading the application. He did register as Chris, Chris Irvine. That was his real name but Adam just couldn't believe that there were no lies onto the piece of paper. Everything was right. His height, his age…but he just forgot to mention that he was a fugitive. Adam just stared back at Chris, "whatcha gonna do? Try and impress me by trying to look pretty out there? Did you get the damned job?"
Chris nodded his head. "And…Imma be working with Jeff anyways so you can't run away from me."
"Oh, you didn't call him a bitch. You actually said his name. Good job, Chris."
Chris looked away as he stared up at Jeff. "He can't speak for a reason."
Jeff's eyes widened.
"I know, Jeffery. I know that even you don't know why you don't speak. I know why you're always smiling and I know that I'm gonna have to tell you sooner or later but Adam has to get back with me first and you…if you say any of this to your Father or your brother…then…" Chris licked his lower lip. "Then I'm not gonna tell you a lick of what I know."
"He's lying." Adam snarled.
"No." Chris blinked. "Jeff knows I'm not. Isn't that, right, Jeffery?"
Jeff just nodded his head and Chris embraced him tightly. "Aren't we just gonna be the bestest of friends?" Chris kissed onto Jeff's cheek. "Almost as if we were born blood-related, dontcha think?"
"Yeah right," Adam glared at Chris. "He's pretty and you're…"
Chris's smile dropped. "Don't even try with me, wiseass."
Jeff nodded towards Chris and moved towards him, holding his hand and shaking it and in a second, Chris joined in the shake as both of their eyes met. Cold, shattered blue eyes connected with garden green eyes and Chris bit down his lower lip. "You are pretty. Adam's right. I must be kidding if I can ever compare to anything of your beauty…but I want to try. I want to hold onto the last piece of hope in me that one day, if I try hard enough, I might wake up looking as pretty as you are."
Jeff looked down, a blush covering his cheeks.
"Fragileness is beauty. Love is weakness. And I'm weak. I'm in love…but I'm not tragic. Teach me how to be tragic, Jeffery." Chris softly moved towards Jeff, cupping his face. "Teach me how to be tragically beautiful…"
"You're a damn idiot," Adam snarled under his breath. "But you're right. A tragedy has its beauty and I don't know why…but the fact that Jeff can't talk makes him all the more pretty, weak and frail, like I can just snap his invisible butterfly wings into a second if I touch him…yet I'd still fuck him because I'd rather calm my desires and possibly hurt Jeff other than touch your ugly ass."
Chris turned around, blonde hair spilling in front of his face. "I did everything for you…why don't you love me?"
"Because you're a bitch."
"Well, this bitch has you in the palm of his hand," Chris cocked his head to one side, twisting the hem of his shirt and grinning over at Adam. "I love you. You know that and I don't want to force you to love me…but it comes to that. It comes to me holding up your client at gunpoint…"
"You don't have a gun."
Chris whipped out a black gun, holding it from the barrel and staring at Adam, licking dry pink lips. The lips that Adam once thought was ecstasy as Chris pointed it towards Jeff's face. Jeff continued to grin happily, which shocked Adam, as if he expected some sort of frown instead of a grin built of sunshine…especially since Jeff's life was on the line but there was just that smile, twisting and beaming at Adam.
It scared Adam.
How could someone so fragile, so breakable, so probably-easily-in-pain, remain calm during a possible death experience?
"I know, Jeffery. I know that even you don't know why you don't speak. I know why you're always smiling…"
There was a reason to why Jeff was always grinning so happily, wasn't there…? Hadn't Gilbert or Matt noticed it? Adam bit down his lower lip. He'd only focused on Jeff's unexplained bubbly happiness when Chris had said those few lines and now, Adam was just staring down at his own wrist. Chris observed everything around him…Chris knew things about himself that he didn't even know, about Jeff, about Matt, about Gilbert…and he was blackmailing them, driving them into insanity for the sake of blind knowledge.
"No," Adam refused. "I won't give you Jeff! I won't let be a part of your twisted manipulation because I'm giving in. Just don't link your needs to my client's…I won't touch Jeff, and Jeff will be with Jay. Maybe find some sort of happiness in Jay's twisted, deceiving mind…but…in the end, I don't want my client getting hurt over your bitchy attitude."
Chris just stared at Adam. "Jeff still wants to know and I still hold a price for anyone wanting to know what I know…" Chris moved towards Jeff, cupping his chin. "Right, child? You don't know why you're always smiling all the damn time when all you want to do is scream sometimes…?"
Jeff just stared at him then with a frail hand, tried to reach for Chris's face. He held onto Chris's face, cupping it, almost telling himself that Chris won't hurt him. Chris's arms were around Jeff's waist as he carried him.
"The fun thing about this is that I don't have to shut him up." Chris smirked as Adam glared at him.
"You bitch…you bitch…"
"You promised." Chris batted his eyelashes. "Now, get Jeffery a pen and pencil so he can write down whatever I say."
Adam had no other choice. Chris was playing them with strings, like puppets and Adam moved towards the drawer to get a round green notebook and a bright blue pen. He had given it to Jeff and Chris just stared, as if he was seeing something that Adam wasn't. "…hmm…write this: Dear Matt and Dad, Shannon is taking me away for a few days. I'm gonna miss you but it's a trip of a lifetime. I'll write to you every day. End it with your frilly little signature."
"One problem with that is that they're gonna call Shannon and they're gonna ask him and he's gonna be all confused." Adam smirked, 'see, Chris, you don't know everything. You might now his best friends and all…but you don't know everything."
Chris lifted an eyebrow. "Shannon was pretty stubborn. I think he'll do anything I say."
"You sick bastard…" Adam snarled under his breath, looking directly into Chris's eyes, there was no effect of happiness, just a cold gate into Adam's own hard brown eyes. Iciness were in their veins as Adam stared at Jeff who looked fearful of what was to come, of what Chris can do, and concerned for his little friend. "Chris, one question: what about Shannon's parents?"
"Parent." Chris held his hands onto his hips. "She's out of the country for the next few months. I made it as if Shannon committed suicide so the bitch that was taking care of him had a heart attack. You know, amateur questions…I think over everything. She's in the hospital so she isn't gonna even attempt to call Shannon's Mother for a while now and his Mother never calls on his birthday. There's less than a 0.1 percent chance she'll call randomly unless she forgot her slut clothes."
"But now…" Chris's arms were squeezing Jeff tightly, almost as if he wanted him to suffocate and Adam stared into Chris's eyes. Chris did want him to choke-but not before the suffering that was yet to come. "Follow me, Adam."
Chris moved towards the window and slowly slide down onto a rope, his hand hurting at the friction and Adam and Jay followed silently. Chris walked and Adam followed him. "Where in hell's name are we heading off too? Your house? In Hell?"
Chris shook his head and stopped towards a truck, throwing Jeff towards the back of the truck towards his blonde friend. Chris grabbed onto Adam's hand and led him to the driver's seat. Chris was gripping onto his gun, cautious of everything and every breath as he stepped inside of his truck. Adam sat beside him, both of them staring at each other for a moment.
"I love you." Chris said one last time, slowly moving in to kiss Adam but Adam turned his head away. Chris didn't hesitate and looked at the back of his truck where Shannon was knocked out cold and Jeff was cradled beside him, holding him tightly and batting healthy long black eyelashes at him, waiting for him to wake up again.
"Where are we going?"
Chris smirked. "Well, this bitch is gonna take them for a sex-slave trade."
"…you…you wouldn't dare…" Adam said, appalled but Chris moved his truck anyways.
"Your non-virgin model will probably cost much. You know, he's only been fucked once. No gentleness, no special treatment, just a bad mess created that he's entangled himself into because of Goddamn prettiness." Chris turned to look at Jeff's eyes which were wide. "Oh, you don't remember your first time…I'll show it to you later. I have it taped because your rapist had it taped too."
"You think he'd remember being raped," Chris mumbled under his breath.
"…raped?" Adam exclaimed. "By who?"
Chris smirked. "That's the game, Addy. Get with the times. Yeah, he got raped. He was having his first few glasses of drink and his rapist was vulnerable. Got dumped by his ugly girlfriend so he just fucked Jeffery who didn't really respond. After a while, he felt horrible so he made Jeff drink so much that the night morning he couldn't remember anything. Of course, that was also the last time Jeff touched alcohol. First and last."
Jeff held his head in his hands. Chris smirked as he fished around his backpack, steering with one hand and throwing it over at Jeff. "It was just about a time ago when I heard that Jeff was getting a new bodyguard. The old one made excuses about not being able to handle Jeff and his own life so that was why they were looking for another one. Adam fit what they were looking for. Blonde, Canadian, idiot."
"Bastard," Adam snapped over at Chris.
Jeff shook his head, blinking back tears.
"What's wrong?" Adam said warmly, extending a hand towards Jeff but Jeff only pulled himself away from Adam, holding onto Shannon's arm tightly and squeezing it lightly. Pain covered every inch of his eyes, his hardness broke down and his fragileness too and there was nothing left to hold onto to. Jeff grabbed onto the tape and staring at it.
"Play the tape, Adam."
Adam slipped in the back of the truck, slipping the tape into the VCR and watching it work. The screen sprung to life and then there were two hands reaching to tear off Jeff's shirt. A drunken whisper…Adam couldn't make out the other figure in the dark but after having to live through the agony of hearing Jeff move and curl, with all that pain in his eyes and that beaming grin of horror that was still stuck on his face for more than an hour, the figure moved towards the light and grabbed onto another bottle of alcohol and to drug Jeff with. Adam's eyes simply widened horridly. "…no…no, can't be…"
"It is." Chris smirked. "Reality is so much fun when the people who love you fuck up."
Jeff was now onto the floor, his hands balling fists into his hair, still blinking back tears that were threatening to fall. He was trying to be stronger than he was. He was grinning so badly and that made Adam want to slam him until the grin faded away. Even during the rape, that grin was beaming in happiness. But now, there was some sort of memory back into Jeff's head, as if reality slapped him and reminded him that the dream he had was real. Jeff stared down at the floor, nothing but silence roamed and Adam just put a hand onto Jeff's back.
"I can't imagine how much like crap you feel, Jeff. Just…please, just, try to hold on for a second. Try to keep strong…for both you and Shannon. I'll try and help you both but I don't know what sick and twisted thing that Canadian bitch has planned for us." Adam let out a broken smile.
Shannon's soft eyes opened and his head pounded as he stared at Jeff and Adam. "Jeff…who…are you?" Shannon said, confused as he crawled over to Jeff, holding onto Jeff's back and pressing him closer, then softly kissing onto Jeff's forehead and whispering something into his ear. Jeff just smiled weakly and nodded back at him. "What happened?" Shannon asked Adam.
Adam was completely shocked. He thought that Shannon would be as frail as Jeff was. But there was so much strength in those green eyes. He was adorable yet had will-power and integrity beaming across his eyes and now, there was just confusion and anger. "What in fuck's name happened?" Shannon's voice was shaking from the fury that was into his body.
Adam just stared. "You're both getting involved in a sex-slave trade because Chris is a bastard. He's just fucking jealous of Jeff so he wants to throw him away so that I won't think about him. Classic Chris. He wrote a suicide note on your bed, framed you and threw you away too just 'cause he probably thinks that I'd fuck you too sometime in my job working as a bodyguard for Jeff. Your caretaker had a heart attack when she read that note."
Shannon seemed to absorb it all in moment and stared back at Jeff. "What happened to him?" he seemed to not care about anything else for a moment. His eyes were hazy, 'Jeff wouldn't react so badly into being thrown in a truck. I've seen guys try and touch him before…and how is Ellie?"
"Ellie's better now. She hasn't called your Mother yet." Adam told Shannon, staring into those green eyes that seemed to rarely blink. Shannon looked back at Jeff who curled towards him into his sleep. "Um…about Jeff…Jeff just saw a tape. Chris taped the guy who raped Jeff and then made him drink so bad he didn't remember anything else but walking into the house. Apparently, the guy felt bad but it's just so sick…"
Shannon's eyes widened. Then even more fury overtook Shannon's eyes. "Who the hell dared to touch him? Where is he? Matt and I will break him into pieces. That bastard…"
"That's just it." Adam sighed, holding onto Shannon's face for the bombshell that was yet to hit Shannon. "Shanny…you won't like hearing this but it was…Matt did it."
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X3. YAY! Everyone saw that coming. Teh hint of Hardycest I ADORE. ^_^
X Sam.
