You aimlessly wander through the streets, eyes glued to the number on the paper. That amount would be enough for, well, forever. You stand before the creaky door and decide to sit down on the stairs in front of the building, you wanted to wait for Jamison. A short idea crosses your mind, if they should end up causing you more trouble than it was all worth, like, actually dragging you back to Junkertown, you could just hand them over to the authorities and leave with the money. It would be perfect, allowing you to build up a easy life in the civilised world, or maybe even join the Overwatch team to redeem yourself. But the mere thought of never seeing Rat again was enough to place a hold to that thought almost instantly, you were not ready to give up on him just yet, he was the closest thing you had right now. Folding the papers neatly, you hid them in your pocket, just in case. You knew it would be better for you and your general well being to just turn the two in, and still you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Maybe you were to caring about Rat, maybe Angela was right after all, there was nothing good that could come from this. Such a unstable character could only end in disaster, only only defending someone solemnly based on how they looked wasn't very wise either.
A couple of people passed by while you waited on the cold stone steps, a few giving you curious eyes. You pulled the scarf over your face even more, you couldn't imagine how much of a fiasco it would be if someone recognized you. Moments later you saw a familiar looking person walking towards the house, you immediately jumped up and made your way towards Rat. You could tell something was terribly wrong, and you didn't like it one bit, even though you wished it wasnt that way. As soon as you carefully fold your arms around him, Jamie's entire body falls forward, fortunately you don't have trouble holding him upright.
"Come on man, just a few more steps." You encourage him, but you dont receiving any form of answer to your request "Fine, at least hold on properly." You whisper sweetly, again, only getting a low groan as a reply. At that point you don't really care anymore and just grab his hips and lift him up to the point where he can at least wrap his legs around you, dragging him upstairs would have just been a pain. "So, hold on now, or you can walk yourself." You huff, before attending the tedious walk up the stairs.
Once inside you head straight for the bathroom, since you are sure that that's where you left all the stolen medical equipment. His face still hiding in the crook of your neck, you set him down at the tiled wall, before hurriedly grabbing the bag where you stored all you presumably need. Kneeling in front of him you pull aside the coat sleeve covering the shoulder that is sticky with blood by now. It looks a lot worse than you thought it would, the edges of the teeth imprints are rough and stick out quit a bit, the depth going disgustingly deep.
You cover your mouth for a moment of shock, was that really you? That wouldn't, no couldn't be, you didn't even bite that hard, well, that is what you presumed anyway. You nimbly looked through the supplies, discovering you didn't even have stitches with you. You tried to think of another method to close up the worst, but the only thing you could scramble up was burning it out. But you knew how painful that could be. "Jamie?" You murmur with a hint of guilt in your tone "Can I maybe borrow a lighter?"
He silently stares at you with a somewhat suspicious glare "Why that?" He murmurs with a weak voice "Well, I need to stop the bleeding, and we are out of stitches..." He grins nervously "You wouldn't...No, I am not doing that, I-" You sigh and hold his mouth shut with your hand "Yes, I would, and will. Now shut up, because I am not enjoying this either." Rat stares at you in fear, hands around your wrists "Please don't." he stutters, and even though you understand why he is so reluctant, you also don't want to risk the bite infecting. and you know how that it's excruciatingly painful "I have to, sorry Rat, just hold still." You carefully scoot closer.
"Just, let me that of the prosthetic, It's in the way." He hesitantly lets you fiddle open the metal contraption with a few skillful hand movements. You are aware that he dislikes not having the prosthetic, as it renders him rather helpless. Once done removing the arm as attentive as you could, you see the worry in his face as you place the contraption aside on the floor. Reaching into your pocket to pull out that knife that has been with you for so long, it's still clean without any rust, thus making it perfect for what you are trying to do.
"Ok, now, give me the lighter." You demand, holding out your hand expectantly. "Do we really need to do this, I mean, it's not that bad." You sigh and keep your hand out persistently "Jamie, the lighter." He whimpers plaintively, grabbing a lighter from one of his pocket, placing it in your hand "Thank you, I will be sure to be quick about it." You try to hearten him, even though you know that it's not going to be quick.
You straggle closer to him, placing yourself on his lap to get a better access to his shoulder. Lighting the flame under the knife, you patiently heat it up to the point that the iron has a orange glow to it. When you assume the metal to have the right temperature you hand Jamie a piece of cloth "Here, you might want something to have between your teeth, we wouldn't want any further operations today." He doesnt appreciate your joke but gladly opens his mouth for you to tie the fabric around his head "Now, close your eyes and think of something you like...or don't, I have no idea if it helps." You can feel his hand wandering to your back, holding on onto your shirt, face hidden at your neck.
You feel bad for doing this to him, but you know that's the only way of properly treating the mess you made. You sigh, carefully closing the wound with your fingers, causing him to squirming under the touch. You take a close look at the deep gashes your teeth have left, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Just another scar on his back, you tell yourself, but that barely helps you. As soon as the blades side touched the his flesh, his entire body flinches, pushing himself against you, trying to escape the pain in his back. You keep a steady hand, pushing the metal onto the gash. The smell is rather gross, burned flesh.
You cautiously trace along the wound, trying to ignore the muffled cries and the fingers burying into your back. You're relieved you removed the prosthetic now, the thing would have probably broken your ribs. As soon as the blood has burned closed, you place the knife down beside. "All done, ." You soothingly let your hand run across his back, waiting patiently for him to calm down. You can only hear the peaked breaths hustling onto your ear, his skin trembling. You decide to get rid of the mouth gag, it seems unnecessary right now.
You want to move back away a little to give Rat some room to breathe, but he doesn't let go of you, instead clawing into your back harder, forcing a low groan out of you. "J-Jamie, don't, I-Im sorry." He eventually lets go of you, allowing to lean back, taking a better look at your work. It's not as clean as you would like it to be, but it's better then letting it infect. Jamie rests his head on the wall behind him, eyes irritated and red, panting rapidly. You grab some disinfectant and a clean cloth, pouring some of the liquid onto it. "This might sting just a little..." You murmur, earning yourself a mournful look from Rat. He leans his head onto your collar, accepting his fate as you softly rub the cloth against the bloody patch of skin. Once you presume everything to be clean, you silently place a bandage around the outline.
You tenderly kiss his neck, caress along his side, the touch of skin, muscle and bone under your fingers. Your eyes attentively follow your hand,finding yourself profoundly enjoying the way his skin shivers when you touch it. "Have I ever told you how hot that is?" You nudge, grinning charmingly. "What are you even talking about mate?" He voices, almost shy about your words "Nothing, I just like how susceptible you are when people touch you, it's pleasant." You playfully lean down a bit, leaning against his chest. What a rapid heartbeat he has, you are not sure if thats because of the improvised operation, excitement or just a general condition.
"hehe, what are you so nervous about Junkrat?" You buzz sprightly, kissing his stomach, obtaining a coy mutter "Don't tempt me Y/N, please, I can't do this forever if you needle me like this." You smile jubilantly, putting on a painfully slick voice and lean as close to his ear "Im begging you master, please, give me what I want already. You know exactly what I want, so just give it to me." you slyly let your hands rub across his chest, making him flinch away from your touch as if it might hurt. You know that you are not doing him a favour, but oddly enough, you are not afraid of Rat potential harming you, maybe it's just your way of saying "Sorry that I hurt you, it's your turn now."
You didn't mind how sick that may sound, you feel like after what you had done this far in life, this isn't to far of a stretch. And even if he ended up hurting you a little, at least you wouldn't feel half as bad about that damn bite. "I don't give a damn if you damage me, hell, torture me until I scream and contort in agony." Your voice convulsing nervously, your hands still jerk rhythmically, probably a weird aflutter tick. He looks at you with a mild smile, His hand carefully touching your neck, stroking along it's bruised side in a sweet reminiscent "Don't make me hurt someone I care about again Mouse, I don't think I could take that again. It's been a while since I let someone this close, and it didn't go to well. I don't want you to suffer the same fate."
Your head sinks a bit together with your heart and hopes, cuddling up to him with a frustrated sigh "I'm sorry Jamie, I don't know what I was thinking; probably not at all." trying to undermine all the desire you feel inside, it was hindering that in the first time ever that you cared about someone, anyone; you couldn't get the physical affection that you wanted; it was frustrating beyond anything else you knew. Back in Junkertown you would get profit for that, even though those were disturbing memories, this was different, you actually liked this person. You groan weakly "Rat, you know what?" He closes his eyes and leans back "What is it dear?" you snuggled closer to him, giving him a short kiss "I legitimately like you, I just hope you are aware of that." You humm, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your tired eyes.
You hadn't even noticed that you fell asleep, only when you wake wake up in the middle of the night, cold sweat on your forehead. Your eyes aimlessly strive through the dark, finding yourself still closely wrapped around Rat. You are unsure what woke you up, but you generally feel like garbage, almost sick; nauseous with fear. You mindfully rise to your feet, making sure not to wake up Jamie. In your mind, everything was blank, like white statik; like snow falling from a night sky. There was a aching in your side and fresh tears pricking the corners of your eyes, and you had no idea why; but you were terrified.
Stumbling out of the room, trying not to trip in the dark hallways. You are uncertain where you are going, but you felt like walking around a bit, maybe just to clear your head and rid yourself of those unsettling thoughts; of that dream, that nightmare. You end up in your makeshift working room, it was so nice and quiet here. You waver into one of the corners, sitting down on the creaky floorboard, leaning onto a wall.
It's weirdly relaxing being alone, reminds you of the lonely nights in the Outback. These mellow evenings when you were hungry and bored, those long gone memories you had so neatly abandoned. You suddenly had a odd idea, now that you're alone and well away from any disturbance for the first time in weeks; something you used to do a lot when you were alone at night but had to ignore for a while now. You look around once more with fleeting eyes to make sure you were absolutely alone, the door was closed, and you were well hidden in the nightly shadows ghosting around the room.
Taking another a deep huff of oxygen, you close your eyelids softly as your slim hand reaches down into your loose pants. Slowly rubbing along the outline of your panties, that soft textile that was so familiar to you, biting your lower lip trying not to breathe too loudly; there was still the paranoia someone might hear you for some reason. Even if the door was shut, you were jittery at ever creak and tiny noise around you. Your mind cycles through several random scenarios you could think of being good material to fantasise about, normally not a issue; you had a vivacious imagination. But for some distracting reason, even though you did desperately try to avoid it, to overshadow that thought out of schere self preservation; you are unable to think of anyone else then Rat.
You mumble some inaudible curses about how silly that was, but you couldn't bring yourself to think about someone else. No matter who you attempted to give your mind to, there didn't seem to be anything really working for you. Which in itself irritated you, it was a pain how much his pretty ember eyes had you under lockdown, and how little you could do about it even if he wasn't there. You decide to do yourself a favour and just go with that thought, even though it felt especially dirty, wrong in so many ways. You knew it would get you needlessly excited, but Jamie wasn't there, and he would never know; so who cares right? Letting your fingers slide into your pantied, awkwardly noticing how wet you were, which again struck you as pathetic; that your excited mind alone was enough to get you satisfied.
Normally it to more to get you turned on, but on the other hand, normally you only had a duty; not something to treasure, or better, someone in this case. You close your eyes tighter as you allow a few fingers to slide into you with ease, probingly as always; and just deep enough to be pleasurable. Knowing yourself rather well, you don't need long to find your favorite spot, gingerly pushing back and forth with increasing intensity. You can't help but to mutter and groan a bit, even with your lips pressed together and pursed, imagining being fucked by literally the one person you could think of at the moment even if it hurt your soul and conscience. It's just so strange to you how strikingly deranged your own head could be, there were so many people in this stupid wide world you could be thinking of right now, seemingly endless people; but no, you could think about the one you couldn't have.
That frustration nagged you, it was beginning to chew your patience thin. You hated how much you were getting of to that thought, especially because up to this point, all your imaginational material was so much more creative. Varied from so many people, even if they were just meaningless, you never felt bad for jerking off to someone ever before; and now it actually guilt tripped you. You gently let out a faint moan, mouthing a curse that you didn't get out between your heavy breaths, as you begin to move your fingers more brisky; trembling in delightful satisfaction you knew you didn't deserve whatsoever. You could felt so air headed, knowing you were close to cumming a mild smile slither across your lips, it was so imbecilic; so green how quickly the thought of him made you reach your limits. But that endless teasing had made you hopelessly jittery.
You were however interrupted when all of sudden you heard a voice in the pitch black nothingness echoing in the dark room you were located in "Mouse, are you..." You immediately flinch upright, eyes ripped wide open now that they tried to see something; anything in the dark. But you knew that voice to well, you knew what it meant, and it was embarrassing to say the least "Jamison, how long have you been here?" you ask with a quivering voice, hoping you only didn't hear the door, pleading that he had not heard you. Your breath was still loud and uneven, and you couldn't force yourself to hide it "Just a few moments...And I think that's all I need." He answers, and candidly, you didn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth. That cheekiness suggested otherwise.
"What are you even doing here?" You huff, nimbly hiding your hands behind your back, for some reason you don't want them to be out in the open; maybe they repuls you a bit, your own greedy hands "Should I turn the light on?" He asks playfully, of he knows, you think to yourself sourly; fuck, and here you were thinking to be smug and well hidden "No don't you dare, just...I don't know, leave?" You complain in a raspy voice, but the steps you heard approaching you suggested that your request being ignored half heartedly. "But why that, you seem to need some help." Rat coos as smoothly as the cracking tune of his voice allows. You hate the brash, cunning ring in his voice right now, especially as he is using your own garbage tactics against you. It's a bittersweet punch in the gut to know your just as easily to manipulate as him, just as jumpy and twitchy.
"R-Rat, I know you want to be a cheeky and funny right now, but, um I swear you are mistaking..." you feel his cold hand reach for your shoulder aimlessly "Ah, there you are. Found ya." He leans down in front of you, goosebumps covering your skin now that he was so close, your own imagination still playing your precious thoughts; if he could read minds he'd be shocked or amused "Didn't you hear me? Or are you choosing to ignore me?" you huff, inching up against the wall, you felt the need to avoid his touch; still to flustered with your own actions to stand up for them.
"No, no, I did hear ya, and you still think I am dim witted enough to not know you were jerking off? I know that voice, those rapid breaths, I heard ya alright." You are out of words to say, letting your hands slide into your pockets were you presumed them save, they feel so gross you wish you could just throw them out and replace them. You can tell he is using this chance to mock you for your easiness, and it made you nauseous "Come on Mouse, ya can't tell me you wouldn't expect me I wouldn't hear ya." You could feel the prosthetic arm slither cross your side down to your hips, you dislike that thing, it has a harsh grip.
The warm touch of a tongue slide up the side of your neck, causing you to flinch frightfully at the unexpected sultary muskle. In the complete dark of the room, you can't make out any details, you have no clue what he's up to; can't tell if there is that twisted grin on his lips now or not "Who were you thinking about?" Rat inquires in a near derision tone, kissing the bites on your neck casually "None of your business." You manage you murmur, trying to keep quiet, you were still endlessly excited "Hmm, let me at least have a shot. I guess you are into a tall, blonde, Australian... Probably a mischievous cunt, yeah; that sounds about right." He chuckles, causing you to giggle a bit as well "Oh stop it, I would never do that, I respect you too much." You try to oppose, but failing to keep up your cool.
"Oh is that so? Well then, you wouldn't mind if I did something like this?" He tantalizes you, before kissing down your collar and ribcage; stopping your abdomen, slightly tugging at your pants loose waist lining. You shiver noticeably, you didn't like getting a taste of your own medicine, that was not the plan. Of course you wouldn't mind him touching you, it wouldn't be the first time, but the situation placed you at other defeat in your game; and that bugged you. You weren't a good loser, even if pleasure was at promise "Mouse, show me your hands." he demands in a oddly wicked voice, noticing you hiding them in your pockets as far as you would, like a disobedient kid that was caught red handed you mumble a short "Why?" as your eyes trail aside bashfully.
"Just do it, I promise I won't bite, well;not yet anyway." jamie demands with a victorious, no priggish voice. You squeamishly pull your hands out of your pocket, stretching them out as your fingers still quiverd like aspen leaf in a strong gust of wind. You almost pull them back however when you feel a sticky tongue softly rubbing against them, again; reminding you in the worst way possible that it was the person you had been thinking about who was doing this "Are you fucking mad!?" You hiss as you feel his tongue slide through every inch of your fingers, leaving sticky saliva between your already damp hands. And even though you want to say it's gross, you find yourself enjoying it, it tickles your nerves in a oddly nich way; but would never admit to that evento yourself. So you are left you silently accepting your fate with shaky confidence.
"Mh, so sweet." Rat murmurs, pinching your hands between his honed teeth surprisingly tenderly "Oh shut it crazy boy." You whisper, knowing there is probably a huge smirk on his face. You feel another tug at your belt accompanied by a pleasant kiss on your neck. It's strange how sweet he was being, probably just a akt to say sorry for the choking earlier, your neck still hurt from that; but at last he tried "Can I?" He whispers with a melodic voice. You feel the colour rise to your cheeks, unsure if you are sure about this now, not because you don't trust him; but your pride screaming in your head. You had lost to many round of your imaginary chess to now give up this much of your established hotheadedness. Oh but that voice, it made you melt, you knew you would regret it if you wouldnt at least give it a try "I-I guess you can, but are you sure about that?" You stammer, flustered and caught out the blue; you had done the same a thousand times, but as soon as someone even suggested to do the same for you it messed you you majorly.
You can your belt click open with a smooth metallic snatch "Of course, why would I be suggesting it if I wouldn't want to?" he inquires, rendering your question silly, you knew there was no reason to be so coy; you had done the exact same to him. But it would be a lie to say it didn't mess with you. "Revenge, for the times I did similar things?" You mutter, fishing for some explanation for your uncertainty, Jamie merely chuckles at your answer "Listen, Mouse, if I didnt wanna; I wouldn't. It's that simple." You feel idiotic now, you have been treating him so much worse than he deserved thus far and now you were acting like a squeamish kid.
Closing your eyes you come to terms with your defeat, how would this ever work if you were building more walls than anyone could deal with?You take a hearty sigh as you adroitly slide down your pants to your knees, legs still pressed together tightly. Rat lets out a short laughs, probably deeply amused with your shaky composure, no wonder with how apprehensive you were acting. "Ya know, I can't do a lot if ya don't let me." you shudder, feeling a hand slide across your thighs, enticing you to open them a little.
"See, that wasn't too difficult." He snickers, kissing along your stomach downwards once more. You hold your mouth shut with both hands, this was ignominious and yet exciting, you just can't keep your skin from shivering. The feeling of a mellow tongue tip licking past your entrance is abundant enough to make you twitch a bit harsher, driving yourself against the wall "Someone is especially horny today." He torments you, leaving you to squirm a bit uncomfortable. You knew you had done the exact same thing to him, this was most certainly just revenge, a cruel revenge "Why would you even mention that?" you feel his hand slid across your inner thighs before pushing two of his willowy fingers into you quite deep, that simple touch alone forces a quicker breath out of you; he wasn't wrong, you were irremediably agitated.
"Since when is that a insult?" you don't like the mocking tone, he really wanted you to regret your words, and you accepted it regardless. He adds to the injury, adding a raspy "Hm, still so tight. How does that even work with ya line a work?" You curse a few random words as you feel his tongue slither into you with little effort, causing you to bite your lips again, draining it's colour at the hard pressure. You shove yourself against the wall incommodious, your hands pushed against the floorboards for some stability. The tongue and fingers motioning into you were weirdly enough better than you could ever do it yourself, no one had ever done this for you, normally it was your job to do the pleasuring, literally.
Your body was still quaking lightly, but now out a pleasure instead of cold fear, moaning a whimpering sweetly at every stroke. Your one hand carefully travels to his hair, tenderly pulling the strands just a little, the strawy strands between your fingers are a strange delight. As you feel yourself reaching the stretches of your patience, slowly loosing the grip on your own reflexes in favour of a simple wish, more "R-Rat, that's enough-" You whimper, but before you can even finish that sentence of senseless pleading, as his tongue push into you even deeper; making you cum with a emphatic moan and tenuous twitching which you tried to undermine, finding yourself having a hard time to keep your legs open instead of pushing them together.
Your cloudy breaths reverberation still lays in your ears, backing up against the wall to straighten your hunched position. You hear a vanquishing chuckle in the dark, followed by a sticky tongue tracing up your neck as previously "Isn't that just sweet, I actually made you cum that quickly. Ya really are a lechery girl. Ya must really like me then." You take a few more breaths, trying to steady your voice and order your thoughts again "No really? How did you get to that ingenious conclusion professor?" You snarl helplessly, there was no point in denying your lasciviousness. You sense the touch of damp fingers trace along your lips gingerly, probingly pushing them against the soft skin "Come on, clean up your mess" Jamie purrs with a hint of a edict, not a choice.
You immediately let your mouth open, doing as your told, sticking out your tongue covetously; licking across his fingers, feeling your cheeks burning hot. Normally you would have vigorously refused to do something so outlandish, but since he had done the same, it didn't feel all that wrong anymore "Such a greedy mouth." Jamie gums singingly retreating his sticky fingers from your watery mouth, just to replace it with his pointy tongue; playfully sticking it down your throat as far as it could reach. You groan with a mellow tone, feeling him slyly grabbing your hands, rapidly pulling you to your feet; still tightly pinned between the wall and him. Jamie's hands slide under your shirt with a perky motion, your knees going weak as soon as he thrusts his leg between your thighs, rubbing against you with ribald motions. When he finally breaks the tacky kiss, you take a deep gasp of air, moaning under every breath as quietly as you possible can.
You can't see a bold smile on his sharp face, but you have a gut feeling it's there "You want a little more?" he mocks you, hands despotically squeezing the little breast you had. You want to say yes, but before you can say anything, as another sharp laugh comes from him "Well, to bad doll, because I am not giving you anything more tonight. Ya don't deserve it." He scoffs "You are a teasing cunt, you know that Rat?" You growl to yourself, that is the second time that he has pulled this cruel akt, that quick hint of lust that he tears from your hands as soon as you are aching for it with burning desperation "I know that Mouse, what were you thinking? That id just be so defensiveness,rejecting and a whole lot of self control; just to give it up the second ya want it? Oh no dear, that's not how this works doll. I want ta see ya suffer for every touch, I want ya to beg for it."
You are somewhat confused, this was something you didn't quite seem to grasp.Why did you have to suffer now for pleasure was beyond you, it had been all easy all your life, why was he being such a stubborn brat? "Besides, I have something better I wanna try." Jamie slurs wickedly, making you ignore your vexation for a moment "And what would that be?" You ask timidly, as he swiftly retrieves a sort of rope from his pockets, dangling it in front of your face proudly "Give me your hands." He demands once more with a malicious tune. Usually you'd be afraid to do so, out of schere panic to be helpless. But you were not only desperate, you wanted to see what would come of trusting him, if it was something you even were capable of. You take a deep breath, uncertain about what the fuck he was going to do, you didnt like how unpredictable his behaviour was.
As soon as the ropes were tightly tied around your wrists, you felt another quick kiss being pressed to your lips, before being shoved to your knees with a adrent push on your shoulder. You were very used to that, to that quick motion to order you to your knees, but something told you this was less about pleasure then it was about your torment. This is only further confirmed as Jamie joins you on the floor, leaning you back until you're laying on your stomach, back facing up; a piercing hysteric giggle fleetly echoing from above you. "Now, I will need ya to be quiet, this might sting a tad bit. And we wouldn't wanna wake up anyone." You feel him lean over your back, fingers sliding across your exposed skin. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the unease in your gut, forcing yourself to bring up as much trust you had left.
But as soon as you felt a pointy edged object tracing along your shoulder blade, that little trust shifts into another shock of fear induced adrenaline. "I-Is that my knife?" You stutter, regretting that you left it behind after that rtáther makeshift operation. So this was a requital scheme all along, you should have known. "Maybe, might be, I hope you don't mind me borrowing it." His voice is so friendly and cheerful, it's sickening how he can speak like this holding a knife to your skin, but that voice makes it hard to be mad at him. "Hm, hold still will ya, im trying ta write." He snarls with a satisfied tune, letting the blade trace across your trembling skin as if he was planning what to carve under your skin. You are not a stranger to pain, familiar with how the blade of a knife feels, but that didn't mean it didnt make your mind hysteric.
"J.F, yeah, that should do for now. We can add everything else later. Wouldn't be fun ta completely incise all ya perfect skin all at once." He wittily chuckles, pushing the edge under your skin. You feel the all to known peaked, burning pain inching along your skin in clean lines; and even though the blade is thin, it seems like it's cutting into you rather deep gashes. You whimper in discomfort as the blade cuts a few lines into your flesh diligently, but it's not as bad as the choking, it doesn't make you fear like you might end up dying; it's just highly uncomfortable. As soon as he is done making the few tidy lines needed, you feel a hot tongue tracing along the cuts pleasurably, easing your tensed up muscles "Now you are officially mine, this should just remind, and a warning, to ya and everyone else." You swallow down a few salty tears you hadn't even noticed up to now "Yes sir." You manage to whimper, before he gets rid of the ropes tied around your hands securely.
"Good girl." He purrs, helping you to your trembeling legs, before shoving his tongue into your mouth again. You could still taste the irony taste blood in his mouth, it was your own, but you didn't care about that right now. It was a delight to be able to snake your arms around someone, about a warm body you knew you wouldn't lose; wouldn't have to give up on just yet. At least you knew now what he had meant with hurting you, what he was so timid to show you out of fear it might scare you away. The biting, cutting, choking, and what else he had in store were pron'bably a good indication that youd be wise to leave. But how could you? Jamie was all you had, all you ever really had. You couldn't let him go just like that, even if the threat was strong.
Again, you were too tired to notice how you had fallen asleep in his arms, to thurroly exhausted to take note of your thoughts drowning in sleeps guidance. It takes you a long time to wake up in the morning, the sleep deprivation was slowly but surely getting to you. The only reason you even attempted to open your eyes, were the steps coming down the hallway so early. Followed by a heavy knock at the door, and a deep grunt that you recognized to be Mako; because who else would it be in a abandoned house?. You couldn't however get yourself to wake up Rat, who was still tightly pinned against your exposed torso. The steady breaths you could feel from his lungs were like music to your ears, so peaceful, you dubbed this to be one of the best ways to wake up in at dawn. You heard the creaking of the door quietly in the background, but out of you cursed sense of curiosity, you wanted to know his reaction to this.
Making sure he wouldn't you you to be awake, you hid your face behind his neck, slowing down your breath enough to make it believable. You hear him make a few steps around in the room, before silencing at finding the both of you in close to the corner behind the door. You know that if cold glares could kill, you would have frozen to death right about now, but you were determined to wait it out with a serenity only a villain could carry like a crown.
You can hear a pleasant yawn from Jamie, his ribcage softly pushing yours back and forth. Rubbing his eyes he takes notice of Hog standing close to the door, probably still deeply annoyed with your existence "Ah, G'day mate, didn't see you there." He murmurs with a dead beat tone, his freezing hands tracing along your spine as if following a strict pathway, halting at every vertebrae like it was another stepstone "Jamison Fawkes, didn't I tell you to stay well away of her? She's nothing but trouble." You hear the massive man grunt through his mask, you really didn't like the mask, it was probably the worst thing he could have on him. Sucked all of the humanity from this already bruting, daunting figure; you never knew what he was feeling, how he thought about any situation.
There was no telling if he was killing or sleeping, the emotions were limited to that cold stare. "Well about that, she knows by now, so there is no point in hiding the reason we keep Y/N around." He tries to justify himself, cheekily stroking over the now dried bloody scab on your shoulder blade "Besides, I made sure there would be no way she would just run away." You feel a gratifying kiss planted on your neck. "That's not what I am talking about Jamison, I don't care if she knows her name and origin, and I don't care if you have your one way ticket back into the Queen's approval." You are surprised to hear him talk that much in one session of conversation, maybe he just didn't want to talk to people if there wasn't a very good reason to.
"What is it then Roadie, I really don't get ya sometimes, and besides, I don't think Mouse,um...Y/N is a mere tiket back to Junkertown. I think I want to keep her around for a while. That might sound a little sappy, but I think im taking a liking to our little friend." He hums affably, giving you a small heart skip. So maybe you did have a chance sticking around with them after all, maybe, just maybe, there was a chance you did find people you could actually stay with. One person that was anyway. "Are you really that much of a dimwit Rat?" You can hear the muffled voice through the masks leather.
"You seem to completely underestimate Y/N, you may think she is a just a broken little girl that wants some affection, but I see right through that smile, there is nothing behind those pretty eyes but the troublesome soul of someone who doesn't care about anyone or anything but their own opportunities." He complains with a sonorous tone, the slow speed of words leaving a dull pain in your heart. So you were exactly right, he didn't trust you because he was afraid you would turn out to be like his past come to life, back to haunt him in the shape of the daughter of someone he once adored, even loved. But she broke his heart, left him for someone she deemed better, or maybe for other reasons you didn't understand, however you understood the hate towards you.
He had all the right to be untrustful of your behaviour, heck, you yourself didn't know were you wanted to stand as a human being, didn't know who you wanted to be. No wonder someone was wary of you being there, just pretending you cared to maybe be happy with life at one point, no matter who was to be crushed on the way to that relief of complete freedom. You heard the sound of the sweetest chuckle break the uncomfortable silence, tearing you out of your thoughts "Mako, mate, partner, you are just especially paranoid this morning. Listen here cobber, I see why you wouldn't trust the sheila, she is your old flames daughter. But try not ta see the queen in her, try ta see the Mouse."
You feel his fingers run down your side, giving you a acute shiver, but that was pleasant enough to put a smile on your lips. That was actually quite the cute comparison, it had a pleasant ring to it in your head; even if you'd rather be the queen than the Mouse. You hear Hog sigh with a raspy tone "You are a disgusting individual Jamison, I was trying to sugarcoat it for you, but if you really want my honest opinion on Mouse. She is one the worst thing that could happen to you at the moment, please tell me you understand at least that." You feel Rat pulling you closer to him by the hips, putting on a almost braty voice now "I have no idea what you are talking about, Y/N is one of the best things I have found in the outback, and that all started out with the simple plan of using her for a excuse to get back to Junkertown." You knew it, there was a reason he was so dastardly nice at the start, and there was a reason why they found you at the camp, of course they wouldn't be silly enough to throw away such an opportunity.
And even though you were a little mad that Rats original plan was only keeping you around for as long as he had use for you. You did strongly hope that that intent had shifted by now, but Angela's voice in your head nagging you with the words " Psychopaths can't love." These words stuck with you like a nasty cold, they made sure you wouldn't let yourself get too attached to Jamie, but maybe you could render enough courage to give this lust the chance to develop into something more meaningful. Hell, you didn't even know what a meaningful relationship was supposed to be, in your head there only existed three things, strangers, customers, and the odd one out that was Jamie; passion.
"Junkrat, you pest, don't play dumb with me, at least admit that she will only further feed your bad habits." You can hear him growl with a slightly annoyed voice "Yes, yes, I admit, there is no doubt about that; but honestly, I never wanted to lose my habits, where would be the fun in that?" You feel a short bite on your shoulder again, trying not to make a sound or akt suspicious "Jamison I swear to god...Stop that before I make you." You hear Makos frustrated voice gruffly mutter "What then Roadie? Are going to take her away from me? Because i'm warning ya, if ya try, I might do something regrettable." Rat teases, tracing along the still fresh wounds on your back again "You see those? And I think ya do, she is mine, and I will not give her away if that's what you want just to rid yourself from the last thing that reminds you of the queen." There is a awkward silence between them, knowing you are the one in between them doesn't help your situation.
You feel the impact of those words ring in your ears, that was it, Mako did not substantially hate you. In fact, the longer the silent starring behind your back took into full effect, you suspected the opposite to be true. He was worried sick about you. You knew the only one who didn't understand was Rat, lucky for your sake, but if you interpreted this correctly, Mako was actually concerned about your wellbeing, not Rats. You were the last thing left of his old love, and inherently that made you worth protecting; even if he was a little clueless to how.
And if you didn't completely got this idea wrong, he was afraid of Jamie harming you, as he undoubtedly liked to do that. You felt your head grow dizzier by the moment, you didn't like were this conversation was going without you taking part in it whatsoever. A cold shiver rolls down your back when Hog speaks up again, you can tell he is rather mad about Rat at this point. "Shut up you foul rodent, if you hurt her again, I am personally going to make sure you will pay." Rat chuckles manically, letting his tongue slide across the several bites all around your neck alone, ranging from hikkies to the full fledged flesh wounds. "Your a little short on the party there Rodie, I already had some fun with her, and trust me when I tell you she was enjoying every single moment a it."
You couldn't even protest with that argument in your mind, he was absolutely right, you had found yourself fond of rougher treatment, even if you had a hard time accepting it fully. And even though his statement held completely true, you didn't like the way he still had the upper hand of this conversation. Deciding you had heard enough, you decided this would be a convenient moment to pretend waking up. You stretch your arm and let out the fakest yawn you can muster, rubbing your eyes. "Look who decided to wake up." You hear Rat purr, you know there is a brash smirk on his lips "Morning." You murmur, pretending you didn't notice Hogs presence in the room, since you had your back turned to him.
"You know Mouse, we were just talking about you." Jamie teases, letting his hand rustle through your hair. "Huh, who were you talkin to?" You ask, trying to sound genuinely startled "Rodie, he was just about to leave." Jamie growls with a wicked undertone. You glance over your shoulder to meet the black glasses in Hogs mask, he stood a few feet away, but was still intimidating to you "Oh, H-Hi Hog." You greet him awkwardly, making you feel terrible, knowing how you had been listening to them all this time. He sighs, responding with a short "Morning." at least making it a little less clumsy. You delicately lean your bare chest against Rats body to make sure no one could see them.
You can almost sense Jamie's grin widen, seeing an opportunity to tease you "Why so shy all of a sudden Mouse, that wasn't a problem last night." You feel your cheeks heat up, and you feel horrible for Mako, noticing how for the first time ever you actually felt bad for him. You shudder when You feel one of his arms slyly slide across your torso, slightly brushing over your chest. You know the angle does not allow Mako to see, but you feel goosebumps arise on your skin, trying to stay silent and not make any eye kontakt. "I-I have no idea what you are talking about Jamie." You huff, trying to fix the damage he had done, knowing Hog was probably about to break his neck.
You swiftly lean aside and grab your shirt, sliding it into its intended place "Hehe, sure thing." Rat humms, letting his hands slide down your back "J-Jamie, please don't." You hush into his ear so Hog can't hear you "I promise I will make your silence worth the while." He immediately lets his hand fall to his sides, letting you rise to your feet "I-I think I am going to leave." You stammer, quickly walking outside the door, slamming it behind you. You were never so happy to leave a room, you are unsure what to think, making the conflict of what you want even worse, confusing you beyond belief. Just when you though you finally knew all about what was going on, your past figured out, and finally seemed to have found someone you could refer to as a friend, some random fucking conflict just had to ruin your day.
You walk to the bathroom, washing your face and neck, stubbornly, trying to feel less dirty about yourself. You stare at the mirror in front of you, noticing how different you look from just a few weeks ago. Your eyes are a lot brighter, and less irritated, even your face was somewhat clean. You curiously decide to take a glance at your back, somewhat amused by the sharp initials carved into your shoulder. The blood was long dry, but still had a dark red tint to it. In that moment the door creaks open just a gap, and you hear a faint knock at the wooden board. "Y/N, are you here?" You hear a raspy voice call for you, you could clearly hear the guilt in his voice "Yes, come in." You mutter, putting your shirt on again.
You try not to look at him, you are a tiny bit mad at him for being an unnecessary jerk. Rat walks to the sink, muttering a sharp curse or two, causing you to see what the issue is. First thing that catches your eyes is the red fluid runs down his nose, as he tries to remove it with water. "Jamie, what did you-" "Don't ask." he growls, apparently seriously mad at something. You puzzle one and one together "Um, did Mako, well, you know." You stammer, trying to calm him with a warm kiss on the shoulder "Yes, yes he did, fucking idiot, I just don't get him sometimes, he just can't take a joke." Rat huffs, still trying to stop the blood from dripping down his neck "Fucking cunt..." He snarls, spitting the blood in his mouth into the sink.
You are unsure what to do, as you are afraid to just make even more conflict between the two. The only thing positive you can see in this situation, is that you are out of focus a bit. But you also hate seeing him so worked up about something, and decide to do all you can think of besides awkwardly telling him it will be alright. You feel fairly bold and push yourself between him and the sink, pressuring your pelvis forward against his "Ah, don't think about it." You humm, arms wrapped around his stomach "If it helps you, you can use me to relax a bit." you put on your smoothest voice, making sure there was no way he had an excuse to not let you. "M-Mouse, your timing is atrocious." He whimpers, a few blood drops sliding down his neck.
You smirk, sticking out your pinkish tongue out at him "I know, I try my best." You buzz, licking along the salty, almost ironey blood. It tastes rather weird, but you are generally interested how the flavour of this quantity of scarlet was. You feel his skin crawl as your tongue slid into his mouth, mixing the blood with the sweet saliva in his mouth. You sense a heavy grip on your hips, the metal prosthetic grinding against your bone making you quietly gasp into to rough kiss. The odd taste of blood lingering in your mouth starts to familiarise, as his soft, mellow tongue rubs against yours; the persistent low groaning filling the rooms echoey walls.
You slowly but surely grind yourself against his body raucously, blood sticking to your chest and slowly running down your stomach. In your head you keep telling yourself it's not gross or even twistedly morbid, but deep down you know it is, trying to shove that point aside. You adore these heavy makeout sessions, but you were still a tiny bit resentful because of the stunt he pulled last time, especially after setting you up like that. You wished you could treat him to some payback, but you were certain you were unable to pull it of with such a confidence, you knew you were to passionate about him to turn him down if it actually came to it.
That was probably what bugged you the most about yourself, being easy to control, and you had to admit how spot on Jamie was, you were a appalling Nympho. You feel him briefly pulling away from the kiss, trying to catch his breath. You use the situation to slide your shirt off again, revealing your quivering, blood smeared torso. A elated smirk runs by his mouth, before gently nibbling at your neck to renew the hickies scattered across your body. While he is preoccupied with that, you let your hands wander down his abdomen, automatically fiddling open his belt with the usual lithe fingers. He notices your haisty motions, he knows you wouldn't flinch to do what he demands, like a deviant puppet master.
Jamie pulls away from your neck, grabbing your hands with a harsh grip to prevent your greedy hands. "Not so fast Mouse, what do ya think you're doing without me telling ya to?" You try to free your hands, failing as his grip increases in pressure, the prosthetics stiff hand being enough to make you whimper. "I-I just wanted to-" you are interrupted by a rather unexpected, almost violent kiss, driving his tongue into your mouth deep enough to make you gag slightly. You can hear him chuckling into the kiss before pushing you against the sink, turning you around for your back to face him.
"Now, be quiet, or I will have to make you shut up the harsher way." Your hands clasped onto the sinks ceramic rim, some drops of scarlet still rinsing down the drain, as all of a sudden you feel the soft touch of leather sliding across your neck; and before you get to complain the belt is wrapped around your frail neck. You want to cry out, fingers trying to remove the leather strap around your throat, which suddenly pulls around your airways tighter, distinguishing your cry before you can even get to gasp. Not this again, this panic, this terror of suffocating "R-Rat, please I'm begging you" you manage to stumble before the grip denses around you even stronger. You can hear the high chuckle from behind, as he almost playfully pulls back the belt slowly, tormenting you even more. You know this is a game to him, there is no place for empathy in a game "That will teach you to keep quiet when I tell you to." He hums, you can tell he is having his sick sense of fun fulfilled every fruitless gasp of air you try to take.
You wretchedly try to cling on to something as you feel the air in your lungs running short, forcing vigorous, croaky breaths out of you. Sensing your eyes slightly roll back into your head as your legs finally give out their service, almost making you crack your skull on the sinks blood smudged edge. The only thing stopping that from happening, ironically is the thing that's about to choke you out cold. But before that scenario happens, Rat suddenly releases the agonizing duress around your trachea. Instinctively you gasp for air, almost greedy for every atom that fills your lungs. However you notice how your breathing somewhat hurts, most likely due the deep shades of red and purple going right around your neck like a clean stroke of paint.
You paranoidically shudder when you feel the cold touch of familiar hands turn you around by the waist carefully, it was beyond you how quickly this man changed from the sweetest thing to your worst nightmare in under ten seconds. This was one of the worst things he had done by far, and yet you couldn't even think about hating him. You are to afraid to look up to him, eyes fixed to the ground as you feel his arms warmly embracing you with a sincerity that deeply frustrates you. How dare he play nice with you after doing something this violent. The phrase emotional wreck was a understatement for what he had made you up to this point, making you regret meeting him, and developing a growing affection at the same damn moments.
The mellow warmth in your stomach was only rivaled by how debilitated you felt, relying on the person in front of you to help you stand up straight. You feel his fingers stroke along your chin as you were still trying to wrestle your breath to a normal speed "Come on Y/N, at least look at me." He purrs, kissing your pae forehead, your colour was completely drained from your face at the moment. You couldn't even feel the warmth in your cheeks whenever he stood so close to you. You try to say something, anything, but your throat protested to harshly to allow a single word. He notices the indignation you were in, watchfully lifting your face upwards by your chin, taking a good look at your neck. "Uhm, my bad, looks like I overdid it relentlessly." You barely sense Rats fingers slither along the irritated skin.
"Ok, say Ahh, and let me have a look at that." You cooperatively open your jaw, allowing him to have a look at the impact. You feel a dull pain as he heedfully presses onto the outside bruise "Bloody hell, that's painful..." You feel the goosebumps on his skin arise, added to the random twitched and flinches his skin did inbetween. "You know what mate, I think I might have bruised the inside of your pretty neck a tiny bit." He shamelessly announces, as you give him a judging look, you had no idea what that meant, but it's not like you could ask anyway.
Jamie seems entertained at the noticeable confusion plastered on your face, replying with a tender kiss on your cheek "Don't worry, it should heal soon, just be wary what you let into your throat until then." He jesters, baiting a silent giggle out of you "At least you can still laugh about it, bless ya soul doll." Rats arm tightly wrap around you, making you believe he might actually be sorry about this for a brief blink of a moment, until those cursed words struck you in your heart again "Psychopaths can't love." Angela's sweet voice preached to you again, and again you shoved the idea away like a pesky pain it was.
"Mouse, ya do know that ya deserve a lot better, right? It's not ta late ta run away yet, ya can still leave." He hums quietly, chin resting on your aching shoulder. You immediately shake your head stubbornly, pressing yourself closer against him like a obduration of a child. You hear a soft, yet raspy chuckle from him "No, im serious Y/N, you don't need to be so nice about it. I know this isn't good for either of us, but I dont have the willpower ta give up on ya. So if ya feel like ya need to run away, I wouldn't be mad." That somber undertones again,it made his crackling voice go dull for a few seconds; husky and mellow. You notice his hands tremble almost unnoticeable, it wasn't hard to tell, he didn't like saying those words.
You try to give him some delight at least, but as soon as you want to say something the sharp pain in your neck leaves your words unspoken. Jamie notices the slights croak in your breathing as you attempt to form a few cohearent words "Ah, don't strain yourself, you should really not be talking love." He mutters, kissing your neck with a passionate groan "I know you wouldn't agree with me, to much of a hot head, but I just want you to keep in mind how grateful I am to have you Y/N, despite what I do sometimes." He sighs, exhaling his hot breath on your bruises, causing them to tickle under the warmth "I guess this is just my way of saying that I want you near me."
You feel your heart skip a few major beats, you want to say the same, but you really couldn't force yourself to do so. He notices you pitiful attempts at communication, chuckling at the clumsy groans that spring from your breaths "Obstinate as always dear." You let your hands cling around his warm body with your own miserably cold one. Rat notices how unnaturally freezing your skin feels, slightly shivering under the cold touch "Fuck, you feel like a corpse, are you sick?" He barely touches your head, testing your temperature "Ok, seems normal enough." He glances at the empty bathtub standing there in pearly white "What do you say you take a really, really warm bath right about now?" He asks with a odd new tone you didn't know he had, friendly; almost mistakable for caring.
You were used to at least some form of quere emotions mixed into his voice, but this was unmistakably sweet nonetheless. You nodded frantically, earning yourself another kiss on your chapped lips "Great, stay put right there." he cheers up a bit, noticeable by the energetic voice and that smile you had grown to treasure so much returning. You lean your sickly figure against the sink, giving you support to stand just a bit better. It was too weird how you could dare to forgive him for all he was and did, you knew there was no point, and still you effortlessly adored all the times he was near you.
Your slowly walked over to the tub that was slowly filling with steaming warm water, fondly recalling your first unwanted bath, that was probably the best thing you had ever done, score. You felt a nimble pair of hands tug your shirt of your cold body, exposing your bare chest once more today, before kissing up your spine. You smile sweetly, turning around to be greeted with a flashy smirk "Mind if I join you?" He chirps and points to the dried blood on his face "I need to get rid of that disarray." You smirk and rub your cheeks against his chest, it's so warm. Jamie just pats your head firmly, his good hand stroking along your jawline "I'm taking that as a yes." He hums, testing the water with his good hand.
"This should be good enough, boiling hot, but I think that's exactly what ya need that." You nod, head still tightly pressed to him. He gently places you aside, allowing you to undress for the bathtub waiting for your cold skin. Removing your torn pants, that are far too big anyway, and your boxers you have been wearing since far to long. You notice his sudden curious eyes wander along your figure, making you just a tad bit awkward. He didn't stare at you like that the last time, not like this anyway. Rat notices your slightly discomfort eyes drifting aside to avoid his stare. "Oh, um, sorry dear, couldn't help it, naturally curious." He steps a bit closer, slowly running his finger run along your boney frame with a smug expression.
"You know, it's funny, we look oddly similar." You look down at your dirty body, having to admit he had a valid point, except for the little perks of breasts you had there is not much of a difference. You both had the same sylphlike, tall grown frame, scrawny and edged. You get caught out of your thoughts with a kiss planted onto you collarbone "But you know what, that's good the way it is, makes me feel more normal." He purrs, hands caressing along your visible ribs and hips. You feel that comforting warm in your stomach, it was so good to have him so skin close to you. Your body was aching to have more of him, all of him was supposed to be yours, and even though you wanted it so badly, you knew he was not going to give you what you wanted. If it was out of harming you, or maybe just to tease you to your absolute breaking point, you were willing to have some more patience.
He abruptly stopped however, remembering why you were undressed in the first place "Oh right, the bath, almost forgot." He mutters, lifting you up by your waist effortlessly, carefully lowering you into the water. You flinched at the scorching hot temperature he placed you into, silently groaning at the sudden stinging and faint burning of you cold flesh. You grew accustomed to it quickly however, making yourself comfortable in the water reaching to your neck. It almost was like a breath of life back into your freezing body. You grabbed some soap placed on the bathtubs rim, slowly washing the blood, sut and dirt of your skin and hair, it was such a relaxing thing to do. Reminded you of your first bath back at the camp, what a good time that was, how safe and well you were that evening.
Jamie watched you for a few moments, as if deeply fascinated with your body, unawarely chewing down on his lower lip. You didn't mind the intense starring of his pretty eyes, you were accustomed that sort of attention by now. It was just odd that it had taken him so long to find the courage, or even interest of gawking; but better late than never. After you were somewhat happy with your cleaning, you mutely gestured him to join you, curious to see if he would. Jamie shakes of the greedy eyes and begins to remove the clunky prosthetics from his arm and leg. You watch him with a tranquil gaze, fascinated with every inch of his slender figure, now that you took your time taking a good look at him you noticed just how much you looked alike, well minus the abs.
He knows you are attentively watching him, putting on a cocky grin "Like what you see Mouse?" He tries to mock you, expecting some sort of fluster reaction, meanwhile you just nod abscently, thinking of all the dirty things you would love to do to him. Rat laughs light heartedly, sliding aside his belt and flask "You are real thirsty girl, you know that Sheila?" You smirk playfully, again nodding a lit more energetic to underline his point shamelessly. You had come to terms with yourself. As he reaches to remove his pants and boxers you decide to look away out of the bit of respekt you still own, sliding aside for him to enter the tub as well. He clumsily places himself into the water as good as he can with only half his limbs in place, again,sitting directly opposite of you as usual.
"Hew, this water is boiling, I feel like a lobster." He jokes, straightening his back against the tubs wall. You pull your legs closer to your body, allowing to hide half of your face behind them, eyes making sure to not look under his waistline. He chuckles, probably knowing the exact thought that are on your filthy mind at that point in time "Ya know, it's almost a shame were friends Mouse. Sometimes I wish we could just go back to that evening we met, just so I wouldn't have any attachment ta ya, that ya were just some pretty whore I didn't need to be watchful of." He leans closer, a dangerous timber rising in his voice just for those few words " Because if that had been the case, and I wouldn't have let go of ya for that stupid moment of mindless faith, I would have been sure to fuck you until your salty tears and blood ran down your thighs together with my cum; begging me to stop because ya couldn't take anymore." Your ears turn red as he skittishly breathes those words into your ear, also returning some warmth to your face and body, unsure if it was the bath or those words.
Rat laughs raspy, probably at you losing your composure a bit "To precious." He chirps, leaning back again with a loud sigh. You timidly grab the soap again, holding it out to him offering; trying to shove aside the previous words. Those stupid words of sweet nothings, you knew he was only messing with you, but even the slither of a hint sparked your imagination. Jamie smirks halfheartedly at the gesture "Why don't you do that Mouse, you do it so gently." He hums, turning around to make his scared back face you. You still feel the sound tickling in your gut as you scoot closer to him, taking your time to comfortably adjust on your knees. You make sure to beguínly wash over the scars, the soap making them look so much brighter than usual.
Patiently you clean his stubborn hair strands until you are certain all the sut is well gone, the strawberry blond seems so unfitting for him, but you found yourself enjoying it's bright colour quit a bit. You had almost forgotten he had freckles on his shoulders when the bubbles wash over those. Makes you think how adorable he must have been as a kid, just the cutest dork probably, you snicker at the sheer thought, what the wasteland had made of him was quit the jump. You move on to his neck, collar and chest, having to wrap your arms around him to do so. Jamie pushes backwards "Can I maybe lean on you?" He asks, giving your heart another little flustered change of pace. You part your legs, letting them to rest next to his, allowing him to push his back against your chest comfortably. His hand slides along your leg playfully, softly pressing on the blue and red bruises like some sort of button.
You ignore the foolery, washing his chest and abdomen, joyfully exploring his features with your lissome fingertips that had some warmth in them at this point. Rat almost silently giggles at your fascination with his body, and it was true, you were as well, it's just the first time you have the opportunity to have such a detailed look at another human being, normally all you got was a few hours at best; a few hours of mindless, meaningless sex. Once done with his torso you lean place your head on his shoulder, breathing into Rats ear. You know he is wearing a smirk on his face when he opens his mouth again "You know, I didn't tell you to stop Mouse, I was such a prick earlier I think I should not draw the line there."
Your e/c eyes light up, pupils wide in excitement, seeing a great opportunity to make him pay for what he did to you before. And most of all for those words, those promises of what you could have had. You waste no time to passionately lick across his shoulder, biting him just enough to get a groan out of him while your adroit hands slide down to his hips. He presses his back tightly against your perky chest, his hand aimlessly looking for something to hold onto. You noticed that rapidly enough to grab his hand with yours, allowing him to sink his quaking fingers into the back of your palm thankfully. You had forgotten what a sweet boy he could be, you didn't get a lot of that in the last days. Maybe that would change for a while, or he would just turn up the sinisterness torture to the maximum.
You treacherously rubbed your other hand against his inner thighs, just to make him a bit more nervous, right now you wanted nothing more then to have him squirm under your command. Maybe revenge, you being a massive sadist, or maybe just because he sounded so sincere when he moaned. When your fingers slid along his length you noticed how hard he was already, giving you a sick sense of achievement. His back tensed up against your body, shivering and twitching to the rhythm of your movements. As you pushed over his tip you instantly heard a pleasurable groan from him, which he desperately tried to avoid, biting down onto his lip until it was drained of colour. You had him were you wanted him to be, writhing and jittery.
You wanted to whisper something vulgar into his ear, something similar as he had done before, as you took you time stroking his cock; but your throat only allowed some cracking tones with your hot breath. You do so for a while, moving your wrist slower or faster depending on what felt the best, testing how far you could get him. When Jamies groans turned into frequent moans of sound pleasure you accelerate your hands rhythmic strokes, you had a wicked idea in mind, which you were definitely willing to try, even if it would probably make him get a little too loud. Who cares if anyone could hear him, you wanted to embarrass him a little after all. You knew he was close to his limits when his head jolted back against your shoulder, panting and whimpering your name.
The iniquitous grin on your face spread across your face, biting his hikie covered shoulder just a tad bit harder. And as soon as you knew he was about to cum under your touch, you nimbly place your thumb over his tip, causing him to let out a unwantedly noisy moan, which he immediately regretted, bouncing his skull forward, gasping for dear air. His hand immediately clasping around yours, trying to convince you to let him go. "M-Mouse you jerk, that really fucking h-hurts." He whines, but you are not convinced that he had enough yet, you want him to beg for it this time. Increasing your pressure on his tip, faintly purring delightedly that this actually worked so well as he whimpered for mercy.
He finally gives up, realizing what you want from him with a bitter defeat. Rat is reluctant, but the acute pain is enough to swallow his pride "I-I'm begging you, please let me cum already." he whimpers with anguished breaths, giving you what your sick senses needed to feel accomplished, finally a victory. You sigh, letting your hand lift from his dick, allowing him to release into your hand. You smile satisfied with your work, serves him right for almost choking you out cold just for being mad at his partner in crime. You exuberantly rubbed some your hands mellow, sticky kontent against his chest, just to annoy him even further, as Rat was still busy catching his breath.
"Your a mean spirited witch Y/N." is all he manages to cough up "Now the entire neighborhood knows how I sound, good work." You smirk victoriously, you were aware he only said that to make you feel bad, but he did worse things to you, so why bother holding back. You mockingly licked across the cum that was still stuck to your hand, but not entirely, as you were not quit done with the villainy. You held your hand over his shoulder and close to his mouth, making him shudder "You don't really expect me to put that into my mouth right?" He asks with a trembling voice, but you persist, if you could do it, you wanted him to do so to. You softly rub your sultury figers across his lips, slowly but surely forcing him to open his mouth reluctantly. You carefully push a few fingers against his tongue, that seems bewilder by the idea of its own taste.
You think it's funny how squirmish he is acting, even though a few moment ago his mouth was full with his own blood. When you finally decide you were happy with your master plan of sweet, sweet revenge, you remove your fingers from his mouth. "Thats gross Mouse, you are such a squalid girl at times." You giggle at the rather ironic statement coming from his side, before he turns around to face you again. Rats face is surprisingly red, his breath forming small clouds as they escape his mouth.You love that look on him, it was a confirmation to you that he was finally beginning to give up that hotheaded nature in favour of the passion you wanted so badly.
He looks at you for a moment, before passionately kissing you, shoving you against the bathtubs wall with a sudden much welcomed ardently; which makes quite a large quantity of water slosh over the rim at the precipitate movement. The familiar tongue and taste make you moan with a melodic tune, simulating him to kiss you harder. His body laying on top of yours sparks your imagination in all the right ways, making your hands instinctively dig into his shoulders. However, his long, pointy tongue hitting your throat makes you twitch a bit, it hurts your injured neck; a grim reminder of what he was capable of. He knows that, purposefully pushing in harder. When he does break the kiss, you can't hide the pleading look on your face, you are just so frisky and hot you don't know how to rid yourself of the feeling.
He cocks his head aside confidently, before getting comfortable on top of your lean frame, smugly fitting to his "Oh, I guess you would just love to get some nice, avid sex, don't ya?" he snickers, hand tracing over your perky nips, just playfully pinching the soft buds. You shiver, and even though you know he would never grant you that after what you just did to him, you were willing to try it anyway. He chuckles manically, knowing you are completely bound to his every whimsy desire "Ya just can't ever get enough can ya?" You smirk brashly, hands on his hips, softly pushing him against you by the hips "Even though you know I wouldn't give you anymore, you still beg like a hungry dog." you fluster, giggling at the remark, damn it, you thought, worth a try. Rat sighs with a smile on his face "Your one special kind of crazy." He huffs, lifting himself from your body to climb out of the water, onto the floor in front of the tub, drying himself with a towel.
You are left in the half-warm water, finding yourself missing the feeling of skin rubbed up against yours now. You sit up straight, stretching comfortably, that was still a success in your book, regardless of how he kept up that senseless rejection of your dedication. He wouldn't be able to do that for much longer, you had all the time in the world. You waited for him to be fully dressed, well, for his standards, before heaving yourself out of the water. Jamie was already standing at the sink, cleaning the remaining blood drips down the drain. You used the time to slip into your oversized pants and shirt, they sat so loosely upon your flesh.
It's in this instant the there is a austerer knock at the door, sending a uncomfortable thought to your brain, you were not really ready to deal with conflict at the moment. You hear a vexed groan from Rat as he trots to the door, swinging it open energetically "What is it now Pigface?" He barks at the taller man with a harsh tone, which you think is not to be advisable after he had just gotten in an argument with him that didn't end to pretty. You are sure there is still some drops of blood well visible on the sinks pearly white rim. However Mako doesn't seem to care about Jamie at the moment, shoving him aside with a short hand gesture.
You can feel him looking at you even through the pitch black glass. You uncomfortably inch backwards holding your breath as the massive man eyes the obvious choking and biting wounds on your neck. You try to cover them up with your hand, but he is not as stupid as you would want him to be. "Show me that." He growls, grabbing your hands in one of his prodigious palms with ease. You squirm a bit, whimpering as Maks rough fingers trace along the throbbing pain on your throat, attentively eyeing the damage "Did Jamison do that to you?" He asks with a voice that is astonishingly calm and monotone.
You shake your head vigorously, desperately trying to defend Rats well being, afraid he would hurt him even more if you told the truth. Mako grunts annoyed with your obvious lying, however letting go of you. "You suck at lying kid, for a thief that's pretty weak." He huffs, turning his attention back to Junkrat who was still standíng at the sink, glaring at Hog with a evil eyes, and a damn cheeky grin that basically just rubben his victory in his face. Bouncing forward on his peg leg, he confidently walks next to you, placing his arm around your shoulder as if it was the most natural thing to do right now. "No hard feelings right?" Jamie directs at Hog, still holding on to that pesky smirk.
You sense the tight, troublesome atmosphere between the two of them crackling like static, they probably never had such sort of argument before, making you unsure if they even knew what it meant to talk a problem out properly. But now that you assumed to understand the problem from both perspectives, you already made your choice, you were going to defend Rat for now; despite your knowledge that it was not the smartest thing to do in your situation. You attempt to speak again, swallowing your words before you can push them out your sore throat. "Jamison, what did you even do to her? The girl looks even more miserable than before." The giant asks with a emotionless voice, eyes still glued to the bruise wrapped around your flimsy neck.
"Umm, you see, funny story..." He stutters, trying to think of an excuse that wouldn't make him sound like a complete dimwitted scumbag "Well, lets just say I didn't know when to stop, again." He murmurs, in hopes Hog would just overhear it. Mako leans forward with a loud exhale, spitefully grabbing Jamie's shoulder who instantly put on a way darker expression "Then you are going to learn it Jamieson, if she dies, our little contrakt despires. We had this argument to many times now, you need to be more careful... I don't want to repeat the last time." Rat shrugs the large hand from his shoulder "Fair enough." Rat growls with a irritated voice, pulling you in front of him, kissing your neck, hands sliding to your trembling hips.
"If that's all you need to sleep well at night, I can try. And just for your information, I don't wanna make the same mistakes either, but ya know damn well that it's not that easy." You hear the mockery in his tone, almost like it's some sort of challenge or sick gambel. Hog sighs, obviously still frustrated with your passiveness in the conversation. "For now. And before I forget it, the containers are picked up at 10pm sharp, so be ready." He huffs before leaving the room as abruptly as he had entered it a few minutes ago, leaving you and Rat alone again. You lean your head against Jamie's shoulder who was still standing behind you, a cross glimmer in his eyes. "You know what Y/N, we are going back into the city one more time, I can't stand this house any longer, and I can't see that stupid mask anymore or I will fucking lose it." He growls sinister, letting go of you warely.
It's not long until you find yourself outside, a scarf covering the majority of your face as you didnt want to risk curious bystanders recognizing you. Rat followed closely next to you, hands in his pockets to hide the obvious flashy, orange prosthetic you had given him a while back. The streets are especially full today as the weather had decided to grant you a bit of sunshine and warmth. Your hands however still manage to be freezing cold, even if you hide them in your sleeve. In your head meanwhile reigns one thought, you wanted to know what the hell they were talking about with those past "incidents". You knew you were the cause, but the effect was unknown on you, but from what you could guess so far it would involve your pain.
Anguished by the numbness of your fingertips, you search for Jamies good hand to hold on to casually, and as you find it loosely dangling from his side; as suspected it is considerably warmer than yours. He seems surprised by the hand placed into his so self-evident, but doesnt mind the clingy gesture to much. You never were one to hold hands, or cuddle for that matter, it wasn't what you enjoyed or ever got around to with your customers. But awkwardly enough, this seemed to work just fine for you now "Ya know what Y/N, I didn't think you would be the type to hold hands." Rat teases, almost as if he had heard every thought you had just pondered about.
Nudging into his shoulder in good fun, he snickers at your timid annoyance "Don't be so petty Sheila, but admit it, I have a point. I was dead set the only reason ya ever touched me was because ya wanted pleasure, not something like...this." He gingerly squeezes your hand, making you fluster, hiding your face behind your scarf even more, allowing your eyes to barely peak over the itchy cotton fabric of the red textile. Jamie puts on a sweeter expression, making you believe he already forgot all about the morning events. At least he seems a lot more chipper. You stroll down the street a bit longer, just enjoying as much of it before leaving to a unknown place.
You are still lost in your thoughts, what did he mean with "this" now? It could potentially be anything,stupid pronoun games, and why the heck would he ever believe you didn't care about him;you told him that you did before, didn't he take you serious? All you knew was that there was a lot to talk out as soon as your throat wasn't such a wreck anymore. You wanted to tell him what you thought, that you did care, maybe even too much for your own good. But you wouldn't know how to go about it. You feel a short tug on your hand again when you pass by a random coffee shop "Hey, mouse, what do you say, should we go in there?" You are a bit dumbfounded at the question, why the heck would he give a damn about going into a shop to actually buy stuff?
You take a curious glance at the brightly lit window, trying to understand why he was so persistent to go into there. "Come on, we have enough money get some tea, I promise I will be on my best behaviour." He huffs, a childish smile throning on his lips. Your heart melts just a little at the playful gesture. You nod shortly, earning yourself a faint peck on the head "Thanks." He hushes, before dragging you inside the warm building by your intertwined hands. The door emits a light ring when he swings it open, it's so much more comfortable in here, but you are suspicious of his behaviour, it doesn't seem like him in the slightest. You both vanish into the last corner of the shop, taking a seat on the red chairs closely standing to a tidy table. You are weary of the way he smirks to himself under that scarf wrapped around the lower portion of his face, you know he is up to something, and it scares you that you don't know what it is.
"Ah, this is nice, ain't it?" Jamie hums, casually leaning against his seats rest. You nod, keeping your guard up high, this wasn't right, you had a foul gut feeling. He notices your tense position, making him giggle in a low key "Ya seem a little rigid there Mouse, are ya cold again? If ya want I can warm ya up a bit." He tries to pull of a innocent tone, failing miserably as it slips into a rather sinister one, confirming your suspicion "Oh don't look at me like that, I would never, ever, try to do anything querer to you in public, I am not some revenge thirsty person." He snickers to himself, making you want to stand up and leave, but a ailing curiosity kept you tightly seated on your place. Rat moves his chair closer to yours, sitting right next to you. Eyes fixed to you're quivering hands resting on the table in front of you, you suddenly feel a familiar pair if fingers slide across your thighs underhand.
You flinch up strait, eyes ripped wide open now, you knew there was a reason he insisted on going in here. He wouldn't dare though, your thought overlap in a hint of helplessness, you had just played yourself rather ungainly. You shot him a poisonous look over your scarfs edge, getting a malicious one in return. He leans closer to your ear, making sure no could hear "That's what ya get for not letting me cum. Don't think I forgot that little stunt, this is what ya get." He chirps with a frighteningly self satisfied undertone, sending a shiver down your spine. You shrug together on your seat, hands clenching onto each other. He smirks at your distress, spurning him to rub his fingers along your crotch coarsely. You shudder, holding your breath with stubborn dedication.
You sit there in complete silence, undermining any sort of irregular breath, you were not prepared to let him get revenge, that was under your grandeur. Suddenly a waitress walked towards your table, making halt in front of you "Good afternoon, may I take your orders?" She asks with a chipper tone, direction the question at you. You just point at your throat, indicating your lost voice "Oh, i'm sorry miss, I hope you get better soon." She murmurs with a warm, caring tune, before turning to Rat instead "So, what can I get you?" That moment you feel a warm pair of fingers slide into your boxers, that fucking bastard; he was really going to do this to you "Um, we will just get a coffee and a tea, with lots of sugar." Rat orders with the sweetest voice, making you silently curse him even more. You feel his mellow, willowy fingers rub across your enerance, making you whimper sweetly behind the fold of your scarf.
The waitress turns to you attentively, making a concerned look "Are you alright miss?" She asks, leaning towards you a bit. You shake your head statically, terrified she might know, or even guess what was going on. "Alright, I will be back in one moment then." She hums with a upbeat tune, trotting away behind the counter, that poor lady had no idea... You pressed your back against your seat as he pressures two fingers into you with a jerking motion. You bite down on your scarfs fabric, your legs twitching randomly as you attempt to form a reasonable plan. You look over to Jamie again, the artless smirk on his face making you even more slitish. Jamie leans his head on your shoulder, starting to whisper into your ear again "Don't be shy, let them hear your dirty voice." He teases, pushing deeper into you, roughly stroking against your sweet spot.
You slowly lose the feeling in your lips from ow hard you are biting them shut, you knew that even irregular breath would probably pull every single customers attention towards you in a moments notice. And you were not prepared to let that happen. "Cmon sweetheart, just imagine it, how good id fuck ya and your insides up; every inch of ya." He purrs with a voice so dastardly suggestive and hot you could barely sit still on your seat. Deciding you have had enough of this absolute trash fest of paybacks, you proceed to nimbly grab his hand and pull it away from inside you, before descending under the table without a single trace of a sound. You take a fe husteld, deep breaths under your newfound cover, planning your next step carefully as you calm down your on edge nerves.
Jamie hastily looks under the table, a smug smirk on his face "Come here Mouse, your not getting out of this that easily ." He whispers down to you sharply. To your utmost luck however, the waitress walks by again in this exact moment, forcing him to direct his attention away from your cover to not be to suspicious himself "Huh? Where is the little lady?" She asks with a concerned voice. You use the time to shuffle closer to him again, enjoying the advantage this position is giving you. "She wasn't feeling well, will be back in a moment.." He tells the waitress, who is busy placing the orders on the table carefully. You take your time to unbuckle his belt meanwhile, making a soothing, metallic clicking sound which is well accompanied by Jamie flinching upright in realization what you were up to. "Huh, what was that?" The waitress asks suspiciously, leaning over the table a bit "Ummmmm..." He stammers something about keys in his pocket, and as soon as the waitress has left you alone again, his head pokes under the table with a bright red face "O-Ok, im sorry, lets just talk this out-" You smirk widely, sticking out your tongue with a wicked giggle, your fingers tugging on the fabric of his cargo shorts.
"Mouse, I swear to god, don't you fucking dare." He hisses "Im sorry ok, won't happen again, I was being a childish idiot, sorry." He pleads you with a concerned undertone, glancing around as if afraid someone had heard. You take a few moment to consider his words, maybe you should just let him be this once, after all, you already got what you wanted today. Besides, this would be enough of a lesson for now. With a pout on your face, you carefully emerge from the depths of the table again, taking a seat on your chair with a elegant motion. When you glare at his face, you notice the especially dumbfounded look in his bright eyes "Cheers mate." He murmurs with a grateful tone, placing his hand on your chin from the other side of the table before pulling you into a astonishingly pleasurable kiss; a lot more timid than usual, if you wouldn't know any better you would say he was getting better at this.
You almost fall of your chair however when he suddenly pulls you closer by the waist, forcing a mute groan out of you. He pulls back a bit, leaving you rather empty, if it was after your will you would just never stop kissing him like that "I didn't think ya would actually listen ta me, I thought you would just ignore me again." Rat mutters with a low tune, rubbing your heated cheeks with his lean fingers "I'm sorry what I said earlier." Rat leans over the table close enough to reach your neck, and as soon as that you sense his sharp canine teeth into your neck, making you sling your arms around his neck in effort to find some support in this rather thorny position. Your adrenaline rush however is cut short when you see a familiar face enter through the shops door, the small british woman you know as Lena oxton, or Tracer.
You immediately shove Rat aside, pulling the scarf way into your face deeply. "Hey, what the fu-" You hold his mouth shut with your hands, pointing in the direction of the dangerously close Overwatch agent. You were positive she would recognize you immediately, and you were not prepared to face the trouble that would haunt you. You get up from your seat, pulling Jamie with you, who follows like a confused puppy, unsure what the fuss was about. You lead him out of the shop, making no eye contact or effort to explain yourself. After a few haisty steps over the street, you stop your unwanted escape in a dark alleyway were you were sure to be left alone for now. "What was that all about?" Rat huffs, still catching his breath, while you clear your throat to attempt speaking "I-I think that was Tracer, a Overwatch agent from the camp back in Australia." You huff, glad you have your voice back, even though speaking is still uncomfortable.
He stares at you for a moment, a smirk on his face, pulling you into a rather tight embrace "Thank goodness, your voice is back." He chirps, placing another peck on your frail lips "Yeah, it's good to have that back, who else would have kept you in good humour?" You humm, pushing him aside slightly "There is a lot I need to tell you right now, before I forget it again." He raises an eyebrow curiously, followed by a thin smile "Go ahead, i'm all yours." You take another deep breath before beginning your little rant "So first of all, of course I care about you, I always did from the first time I saw that stupid grin of yours; if I only wanted to fuck you, I would have done so." You sate boldly, pushing him against the cold brick wall of the alleyway.
"Secondly, why would you ever, ever, say that I was to good for you? Do you want me to feel like garbage? Because I will let you know, I think the exact same way." You see the surprise in his face turn into a full fledged realisation "And lastly, what the bloody hell did you mean with "this" earlier? You know, when I took your hand." You inhaled sharply once done rattling down your points, he seemed speechless, what a rare instance; you thought to yourself with a content smirk. "That's a lot of information Mouse, give me a sec." He murmurs, scratching his backhead "So, if I got this right, you actually like me?" You roll your eyes, cocking your head aside "What have I been telling you the past weeks?" He chuckles, leaning against the wall again "Fair enough, you got me, I was rather; how do we put it, cold." You smirk, you counted that as another victory, putting you even.
"Anyway, what does that mean for, well, us?" Jamie asks, a somewhat expectantly "Um, what would change?" You ask timidly, uncertain what was going on in his head. He simply grins, placing his hand on your shoulders "Don't play dumb Mouse, I ain't gonna spell it out for ya." You inelegantly shrug, hands holding onto his hips "Sure I don't know anything you're talking about." You whisper, leaning closer to him, head nestled to his lean neck " I was only asking if I can officially consider us a thing now? I know it's silly, but I just thought, it might be nice...Just to try it out for a while. You know, a relationship, that thing people like to have when they...like each other." He huffs, the words stinging like a bad aftertaste. If this was what you thought it was, you had no idea how to work with it. What even was a relationship other then whatever it was you had now?
In your head there existed no difference, you were interested in him, no questions asked; but you were sure it wouldn't end well. But was a relationship necessary to get what you wanted, it just seemed like a scary concept, a actual responsibility in a interhuman bonding; absurd in fact. The advices from Mercy, Hog, and more importantly yourself reminded you why you were so uncertain. But apparently your caution was worth nothing, how bad could it get? Fuck it, who cares how it was going to go, there weren't a lot of perspectives anyway, you thought, opening your mouth again "You know what Jamison, I like that idea. Can't hurt to try right? So yes, were a "thing" now." You couldn't believe the words that had just left your cursed voicebox, you actually just obliterated all sane human reasoning for a relationship with someone you were completely positive, to be a full fledged psychopath.
Rats face meanwhile lit up with cocky grin as soon as those words, even if doubtful, left your lips "Finally, thought I would never get to hear that from you." He cheerfully purrs "Now you are officially mine." The walk home is a lot more light hearted and bearable then the almost silent trip through the city, now that you have your voice back. And now that you finally rid yourself of all those concerned voices in your head that kept telling you to keep your distance from Rat , you could actually enjoy his company quit a bit more. "You know Y/N, I was dead set that you would never, ever, admit to liking me." He buzzes, arm resting on your shoulder. You were surprised yourself, you still couldn't rhyme together why you wanted to be with him. Like seriously, what were you thinking?
There was literally no way in hell that this would last a year or so, if you were especially unlucky at the end of this one of you would be six feet under. "Im full of surprises, just think of me like bad Friday night in Vegas, you never know what will happen next." You humm, poking his side childishly "While were on the topic, we should go out for a drink sometime." You add with a easygoing tune, getting him completely slammed might be hilarious, or traumatic; maybe even both. He smirks knowingly, as if seeing straight through your foul thoughts "You are rather crafty if you don't get your way darl." You put on a innocent pair of puppy eyes, pouting smoothly "What are you even talking about? I was only talking about a nice night out."
He laughs in the usual high pitched manner, leaning his head aside quiply "Sure, a nice night out with my cock in your mouth." You smirk at the remark, shoving your elbow against his "Hey, I a not that bad, plus I promised you I would attempt being a decent partner; whatever that means." He holds back another giggle, taking a deep breath "Ah, I don't even mind that, I think your overbearing lust is adorable, but I am telling you, it will drive me completely paranoid." You give him a puzzled look "Huh, why though?" he casually stretches as you in close proximity of the harbour, letting out a hearty yawn "Isn't it obvious? You're pretty damn hot sheila, and if anyone made your greedy heart skip, I think I would shove a pipe bomb down their throat." He announces, giving you a sense of accomplishment.
"A little possessive don't you think Junkrat?" You bait a sheepish look out of him "Maybe, but you are mine after all, so I will be damned if I dont make sure it stays that way." That statement made you curious, so that's what this was all about. You were already bewildered why the heck he was so persistent with you, why he had even suggested a "official" relationship, but now it made sense. It wasn't because of any sort of feelings, you knew that couldn't be it, he was still a psychopath and you know you could never change that. No, it was out of pure possessiveness, that was the closest he knew to affection, the need to own something to truly feel safe about it. And in this particular case, that something was none other than you.
You were close to your destination, the lovely smell of salty water and the screech of seagulls overheads were a dead giveaway. It's in that moment you hear a faintly audible squeak from behind, causing you to spin around with a joyful smile "Mouse! You little critter, where have you been?" You lean crouch downward, the tiny, grey creature pearing up at you. Jamie turns around as well, curiously glaring at the compact animal that now jumped onto your hand "Mouse, so that's what gave you your name." he notices with a jovial smirk "It's not half as fuckable as you though." He jesters while you place the mouse in your pocket where it curls up comfortably "Well, it's still less of an animal as you are Rat." You defend yourself, hands on your hips with a confident posture.
"Whatever you say." He coos, continuing to walk towards the fence, leaving you behind to silently complain "Wait up you scrawny dirt-lord." You grumble, trotting after him fleetly. Arriving at the mesh wire, you are greeted with the presence of Mako waiting for you. You swallow down your cheeky smile, replacing it with a neutral expression, you are aware that he is still mad at you for having such a soft spot for his lanky, blond sidekick. "There you are, took you long enough." He grunts, a obvious annoyed tone in his muffled tone "Um, sorry s-sir, we were out and about in the city." You justify yourself, rubbing the back of your head. "Your voice is back, that's good." He coughs out, pushing aside some on the wire that has been cut open for easy trespassing. "Now get going." Mako orders the two of you, both hurriedly scurrying through the wire.
Soon after you find yourself standoíng in front of one of the large containers, that would double as a swift escape out of London. "Nervous?" You tease Rat, nudging him in the arm with your shoulder "Don't be silly, I ain't afraid of some water, let alone the ocean...The deep, dark ocean." Your eyes light up playfully, was he actually alarmed about ships? You let out a amused giggle "So your not much of a shiprat then?" You expertly insert the stupid remark, earning yourself a sound chuckle from him "Oh shut it, I have all right to dislike water; hell, I can't even swim." He complains, timidly glancing at the water inside the pears pool.
You snort up another giggle, holding your stomach in laughter "This is just golden, if you want to you can hold onto me if the evil water spirit comes to get you." You wisecrack, as he shoots you a irked glare "You are such a bitch, remind me why we are together again?" He huffs, arms crossed crossly "Aww, don't take it personal, i'm just pulling your leg." You pat his shoulder, catching your breath from laughing, your stomach in a slight twist. In that moment Hog emerges from behind one of the containers, wordlessly opening the metal door of the container. Inside you are surprised to find the large motor bike from the heist, neatly parked and filled with the earnings from the Kingsrow robbery "How did you even-" You stammer dumbfounded, not getting a hint of a answer.
When all three of you stand inside the metallic box, Mako shuts and bolts up the door from inside. You take the time to find yourself a comparatively comfortable spot in the last corner of the ship container, taking a seat with a relaxed sigh, finally some peace and quiet. Your personal space is however not regarded by Rat who immediately takes a seat beside you, head leaning on your lap, arms slung around your waist. He softly nuzzles against the fabric of your pants, purring with a tired voice. That however is shortlisted "There are a few rules while we are in here." Hog suddenly announces, lifting Jamie up by the prosthetic arm, making him squirm in annoyance.
"Put me the fuck down or I will end you!" He complains and squeals, trying to kick the unimpressed man "First of all, no one touches anyone, or anything, in this container until we reach our destination." He grunts, placing Rat down in the opposite corner of the box with a harsh, dull thud when he smashes against the wall "Second and last, if law number one is disobeyed, the person in question will be tossed overdeck." Jamie shudders at the mere thought, instantly seizing the protest, cowering into the corner frightfully; you deemed it unfair how Mako used Jamie's fears against him, it was unnecessarily cruel. To add to the injury, he pulls out a roll of duct tape, placing a hint of fear in Rats eyes "Give me your hands Fawkes." He huffs, making Jamie press against the metal corner as far as he can.
"I won't do jack shit old man!" He hisses, but his anger is shut of by a strip of tape being glued over his mouth. He grumbles some inaudible curses, trying to shove the much stronger man aside as he glues together his twitchy hands. "Now, stay there until we I tell you so." Hog breathes out, seemingly satisfied with his work. Rat pulls his legs to his body, shivering a bit. You assume he is cold, but you are not able to help him as long as the massive man is still awake. "D-Don't you think that's a little harsh Hog?" You ask timidly, getting a cold glare in return "No." He growly before taking a seat in another corner with a rough grunt.
You sigh, what a irritable charakter, there was no way to reason with this man. Your eyes wandered to Jamie again, who was rather helplessly trying to loosen the noticeably tight tape around his wrists. Knowing he was already intimidated by the sea, this only further the nervous trembling of his pale skin. You pull the coat around your body tighter, this was going to be a long night, you didn't think you would be able to sleep tonight. It was awfully chilly in here, the coat barely keeping you from the cold. The only thing keeping you company was the furry creature that occasionally poked its head out of your pocket.
It was soon completely dark in the cabin, you couldn't see your own hand before your eyes. The rhythmic sound of waves was to be heard as they collided into the moving ship, the entire ground seems to sway along gently to their direction. You were half asleep at this point, hands folded on your knees, Mouse curled up in your pocket. You were caught off guard when there was raspy voice striking a conversation with you "Mouse, you are still awake." You sit up straight, stretching your aching limbs "Yes Mako, I am wide awake." You huff, still deeply annoyed with what he did to Rat earlier "Now then, I have to ask you something that I would want you to answer with sincerity." his growley voice feels like gravel in your ears.
"Why are you so scrupulous with Fawkes. I see why you might be attracted to him, at first I thought that was the only reason you were so interested in him." He sighs, taking another deep breath through his mask "But now, you seem dangerously close to him, and even against advise you still decide to ignore all red flags." You smirk to yourself, you knew what he was talking about, and he wasn't wrong. At first that was all you thought of Jamie, just another pretty piece of meat for you to play with. And even though you wished it wasn't the case, you had found something intoxicating in the way he looked at you. Being used to people staring at you, longingly and more then willing to fuck you against a wall without a second thought, there was something different with Jamie. You could see it in those shiney ember eyes, he wanted to ruin you, take every single piece of your life and tear it to shreds, and that was what captured your interest like no else ever could replicate.
Of course you didn't say that out loud, instead not answering at all, you knew he could tell your lies from the truth even in the dark. "If you don't want to answer me, at least try to listen. Jamison is a precarious madman, and I am afraid he is going to severely harm you if you keep up this affection. All I am trying to make you understand is, I am talking to you as someone who knows him well, and I am warning you as someone who cares." That was it, you put on a severely indignant, slamming your hands onto the metal ground beneath you "Listen here pigface, I am sick and tired of people treating me like I am some sort of unknowing kid! I am well aware of that, I know that I wont get a happy ever after, and I don't want one either. Mako, I grew up in the wasteland, and I sold my body and soul to it. And now that I finally found someone who went through the same shit, the entire world seems to want to take this person from me."
You take another deep gasp of air before you keep your ranting up "And you say you care about me? Funny, because the way I see it, you just need me alive and well to get to good terms with my mother. Correct me if im wrong!" You bite your quivering lips, hands clenched into fists, you are done with this make believe friendliness. It takes a while for Mako to respond, leaving you with the sound of loud breaths from the air-mesh in the leather mask "You are just as insufferable as Junkrat." He growls "And just because Fawkes and you are similar, you are far from the same, so leave while you still can." That's the last thing he exasperatedly grunts before you let the conversation die down in the silent container.
You feel a few salty tears build up in the corner of your eyes, there it was again, the doubt. As soon as you managed to shake it of for a evening, there it was again to haunt you through your nightmares. Your thoughts were having a inner meltdown again, mixing the fear with the hope, and the passion with hatred. With these thoughts you quietly sobbed into your sleeve, this all felt so wrong, it all felt off. You wanted to hold on to something or someone, but the empty air in front of you wasn't doing it for you. So you patiently waited in the uncomfortable corner you were sunken into, until you were sure to hear rough snoring from the pig-masked man. You stood up mutely, sneaking over the clunky floor that wavered ever so slightly.
It doesn't take long for you to find Rat sitting on the floor, sound asleep at this point in time. You kneel down next to him, arms adjusting around his waist, head on his lap; eerily similar to the way he did at the beginning of the journey. The soothing muffled breath instantly makes you calm down, your fingers stroking along his side. You like the rough skin under your sensitive fingertips, like mellow sandpaper. Before you actually fall asleep for the remainder of the trip, you gently pull away the tape from his mouth and wrists, making him mutter thankfully. and whilst your thoughts drift oínto sleep, you feel his good hand run through your hair benevolently.
The first thing to wake you up in the morning is Mouse climbing into your face, the small creatures tiny paws holding onto your nose. You carefully lift the mouse of your face, petting it's skull with your thumb, making it rub against your frail fingers. You place the fluffy animal in your pocket again, rubbing your sore eyes as they adjust to the sunlight entering through the cracks in the door. Looking around to see where you are at the moment, finding yourself curled up and leaning against to Rat. He seems to be still asleep, hand still tangled in your hair. You curiously sit up straight, your back aching after the night on this hard floor. You lean closer to his face, watchfully brushing aside the hair from his face.
You have thought it before, and would do so again, he was stunningly adorable when asleep. Your fingers trace along his edgy jaw, softly kissing his cheek, making yours fluster up lightly. Jamie's eyes peak open, a smirk spreading across his face when he spots you leaning against his shoulder "Naughty girl, you know you shouldn't be here." His scratchy voice whispers, still sleepdrunk "Do you want to get me killed?" He adds with witticism voice. "You seemed cold, so I decided to warm you up." You smoothy humm, rising to your feet. "Ta mate, your to kind." He bounces to his feet on his peg leg, straightening his back with a faint crack. His lanky arms drop to his sides, face even though exhausted, still with that cheeky grin on his lips.
Mako is still asleep, or that's what you can tell from the pitch black glasses. Rat seems to notice as well, a sinful look appearing on his face, making you back up against the wall reticently. And before you get to react to him approaching you, you find yourself briskly being shoved against the metal wall, slamming your head against the hard surface. You almost scream out in shock, but find yourself to be caught in a kiss before you can even whimper. Rat catches your breath in his lungs, before huffing it out whilst breaking the kiss. "What are you doing, do you have a death wish?" You manage to groan, ignoring the throbbing pain in the back of your head.
"I'm sorry love, you know I can't help it." He groans into your ear, making you shiver under the raucous grip on your collar, hands instinctively reaching for his hips. You sense your strength leaving your body again, feeling his slippery tongue invade your mouth to massage against your own, clumsily letting your teeth grind against each other accidentally. Rat ludically shoves himself against you, his bodyweight entirely leaning against you and the wall behind you. He splits up your uncoordinated kiss, leaving you hanging again. Jamie nuzzles his face against your neck, whispering something almost completely mute, you can't make out any of the meaning, but hear a short "Patience" in between the words. Your hands carefully place your hands on his shoulders "Hey, Jamie, calm down a little, lets just look around, find a hideout or something." He looks back at you, with a almost distressed facial expression. "Of course, l-lets go." he huffs, letting go of you, backing up from the wall to let you follow him.
With a cold sweat on your back, you slide open the heavy door to be greeted with a warm breeze of air. Finally, a place with good weather, you think to yourself before looking around. The scenery is unlike you have ever seen, the harbour colourfully decorated, together with the rest of the city stationed on the lushes green mountain. You feel a pair of hands rubbing against your waist "Ah, Dorado, what a beauty." Rat hums, placing his head on yours "How do you even know that?" You ask attentively "Simple, Dorado is well known for their especially well guarded bank vault."
You sigh, of course he would know that, covetous as he was. In this moment Mako appears next to you in the containers door, joining the gawking at the city, seemingly ignoring your conversation from yesterday. From there onwards, you basically proceed the same procedure you went through in London. You swiftly make your way from the port into the city following along the alleys to keep as hidden as you could. The streets are crowded with people, chatting in a language you did not know. You didn't even know there was such a thing as a different language than english, making every word the people said so much more fascinating. However it turned out that there were no empty houses around,and if there were, they were boarded up and completely unusable for a place to stay.
This left the three of you completely out of place, and without a shelter for the night, basically leaving you even more homeless than you already were. The only person who didn't seem to mind the night on the street, was Junkrat. He was almost ecstatic about it, energetically looking for a fit alley you could spend the night at, so much even that you found yourself animated to assist him. The alley here were broad and spread out like a maze, graffiti plastered on on pretty much every wall, the neon colours popping at your eyes which were used to the sandy colors of the outback. Whilst you were exploring around the vivid streets, Hog was backtracking to retrieve the bike and treasure from the containers still stationed at the port.
"Mouse, check out this, that is one pretty alley if I have ever seen one." Rat announces with a exhilarated tone, waving you over to him. He shows you a particularly colorful alley, boomboxes stationed in the corners, and upon closer inspection, various spray cans are standing around almost untouched. "Fancy." You humm, picking up one of the cans, shaking it's content, surprised to find that it's not empty. "Would you look at this..." You humm to yourself, pulling a precise circle onto the brick wall in a particularly rich yellow. Rat curiously watches you, awaiting the image you were trying to create. After you are satisfied with the clean circle, you grab a black can, adding a twisted smile and eyes you knew from Jamie's bombs. "Ohhh clever." He chirps, eyeing the finished image on the alleys bright collage of tags. "You are good at this, I think from now on I will let you paint my explosives, it looks so much cleaner that way." You feel mildly attained, bowing joyfully "Of course my king, whatever you wish." He chuckles with a shrill tone "That is not an attitude to have when you live on the streets Mouse, that will get you abducted by the filthy people who come here."
You make a sly step closer to him, hands folded behind your back "People like you?" You tease with a brash voice "Precisely." he snears, hands on his hips, leaning closer to your face. Playfully biting your lower lip, you whimper a mocking "And what would those horrible, horrible people do to me?" the grin on his face widens noticeably, placing his forehead upon yours "They take rude girls like you and fuck them until they remember their manners." You mimic the sharp expression on his face "Is that so?" You ask, inching closer to the point your breath mixes with his "Indeed, and when they made her scream, they never let her go again." You feel your chest tighten at those words, reminding you of all that bottled up lust you have been carrying around since the first time he had looked at you like this.
"C-Care to demonstrate?" You stammer, cheeks seriously heating as his hot breath sticks to your lips. "You would like that don't cha?" Jamie teases knowingly, he is aware of your complete obedience for your favorite drug. You are only able to nod apprehensively, your entire body tense and full of eagerness. If you only could, if he would only let you, you would probably never let him go again. In that moment you discern a annoyed grunt from the other side of the alley making both of you flinch upright in synchrony. Mako has a somewhat irritated look on his face, approaching the both of you with a slow trot "Can't leave you alone for one minute can I?" He grunts, while you and Jamie shoot each other a wicked smirk.
After that rather random start of to things you all end up leaning against the coarse wall, trying to figure out about what to do next whilst chewing on some dry bread you happened to have. You feed a bit of it to your pocket mouse, who thankfully takes the offer. "Anyway." Hog begins the conversation in a badly audible manner "Do we have a target for this place?" Jamie balances on his peg leg, paying little to no attention to the conversation "Well, there always is that apparently well stuffed vault." You announce, as that is all you can think of "Maybe, but that is damn risky." The huge man huffs, somewhat concerned "Ah rubbish, don't tell me that after we stole the crown of england." You murmur, absently staring at your shoes, kicking a small rock aside.
"Why not, we can always try." The wasteland hulk coughs out, leaning against the graffiti wall "Since then, try to stay out of trouble." He growl, directing the request at Rat. "Sure thing you drongo." He taunts the already irritated man "And you Mouse, be thoughtful." Your inner self is crudely laughing at that statement, you never were one to be thoughtful, you trusted your own gut more than that brain of yours. "Now that this is cleared up, let's get going Y/N, I want to see a bit of the city before it's dark." Rat chirps, grabbing you by the hand "S-Sure thing, but don't you think we might need a disguise?" You ask with a worried expression. You don't get a answer from the energetic Junker leading you onto the crowded streets.
You stumble around the streets, aimlessly wandering through the streets, stopping at every shop and building to closely inspect the unknown surrounding. There are mainly humans around and about on the pathways, but as soon as you even walk past an omnic, Jamie hisses at them, earning yourself unwanted attention. "Jamie, pull it together." You growl at him, pinching his arm "Ouch, don't do that, I just don't trust the bolt buckets." You sigh, when your eyes fall onto an especially festive area. "Seems we stumbled into this place during some holiday..." You huff, eyeing the joyful people on the streets, they seem so content with their life. You see families and children running around with sticks, hitting Pinatas and scurrying to collect the sweets that fall below. Families, hah, pathetic.
Rat notices your somber gazes while you recall your own garbage childhood, the only thing you collected at that time was money from people's pockets. You had no real childhood, there was no time for that, there had been no such thing as a careless day in your life. Jamie nudges you in the side gently "Hey mate, what's the sad face for?" you smirk halfheartedly, giving him a lovely smirk, kissing him on the cheek "Nothing, I was just thinking how nice this is." You lean your head on his shoulder "It's like reliving a childhood I never had, it's odd, but I kinda wish I had the chance to grow up differently. Maybe I wouldn't be so sour at the world"
Jamie gives you a anxious glare, placing his hand on your shoulder "Don't think about it darl." You feel a odd sense of sorrow the longer you remain on the round marketplace. "Come on let's get moving, I think I saw a bar down the road." You chirp, as joyfully as possible as you don't want to ruin the mood. Once you have successfully dragged the tall man into the bar, you feel a lot better to finally sit down on a proper chair. He takes a seat next to you, leaning his head onto the bar table in front of him. You wave over the bartender that greets you with a thick spanish accent. You blatantly order a few of strong shots as thats all you really know. "Damn, that stuff is strong." You pour down the short glasses content, shuddering as the sharp liquid burn down your throat.
You slide over one glass to Jamie, who downs it without flinching, a evil grin on his face noticing your almost squeamish reaction "Whats wrong Mouse, burned your tongue?" You flip some hair out of your face, reaching for the next glass "Hah, do you take me for some pussy?" You're tongue twitches at the contact of the liquor, but you manage to swallow it, a familiar burning in your stomach placing a content smirk upon your lips "Is this a challenge?" He purrs, reaching for the next glass "Im warning you, I have built quit a bit of tolerance at this point." Rat brags before swinging down the glasses content "Sure thing dirt boy, proof it." You provoke him, chugging down the next shot.
Getting completely wasted wasn't your original plan, but giving up all and any self control seemed like a awesome idea at the moment. "You know what Sheile, for all that it's worth, lets make a little gamble." you attentively turn towards him on the rounded bar stool "I'm listening." He smirks and leans closer "Ok, listen here, crazy idea, but hear me out. If ya win, we are going to go fuck all night long. If I win, we wont, simple right?"
You feel a certain weightlessness in your abdomen, if it was the alcohol or the shock, who could tell? "Are you serious right now?" You manage to hastily question him with a husky tone, you feel like your voice is about to vanish again. You grab him by his collar, pulling him closer to your face "Do you want to give me a goddamn heart attack?" You hiss, making him flash you a brassy smirk, shrugging his shoulders. You let go of him and grab another glass "So, what do you say?" He coos also taking the next glass "I am not drunk enough for this conversation, ask again when I see two of your obnoxious faces." You growl, relentlessly chugging the sturdy spirit.
The minor thought of getting what you had wanted for so long now made you especially brash, and you couldn't help but think, that maybe being drunk might make it better. At least you couldn't feel quit as much pain when your nerve ending were dumbed down enough. The longer you set your mind around it, the more you noticed how dysfunctional this was, but on the other hand that's all you knew. You yourself had no clue what a actual, stable, healthy relationship looks like. You imagined it would be like in those worn out books you had found, two perfect people falling into a perfect love on first sight. You always thought those were silly, but what did you know, you were just a clueless girl that chased blind affection.
You were both about eight shots in when you slowly felt the toxin you had been taking for the past minutes were having their desired effect. You completely blacked out all the people you didn't want to have nagging in your brain. It gave you the most foolish ideas, and loosen your tongue. You took another hearty gulp, almost not feeling the liquid in your numb throat "You know what Jamison, why don't we just take a bunch of cash and make a run for it. We could just travel around, just you and me against the world." He chuckled at the idea, firmly grabbing your arms "Hehe, Y/N, and I thought I was the drunk one in this conversation."
You pout, flicking your head up vainly "Just an idea, it's not like your idea was any more productive." Rat smirks omnisciently, leaning his head on his arm stationed on the bar table "Roight, when we walk out of this bar I can promise you will think differently." He chirps, placing a tint of red on your nose "What do you would know that Jamison, maybe I am not into drunk sex. Maybe I prefer to be sober." You huff, letting your fingers run across his neck, eyes fixed to the rugged outline of the especially harsh bite you had left there a while ago...maybe he was actually right for once. "We wouldn't want to have any major injuries right Mouse? So maybe some moonshine might do us some good." He murmurs, the prosthetic hand gently pressing against your neck, making the bruises ache dully.
You had somewhat lost track of how many glasses you have had up to this point, but it was far beyond dark at this point in time. It had been a long evening, containing conversations varying from philosophical to what would happen if you why the outback was so hot. You had no feeling in most of your limbs, and didn't recall when you had moved from your seat to Jamies lap, all you knew from the added amounts of glasses on your side of the table you were in the lead. "Hey R-Rat, looks like you're losing this one." You slur, head closely pressed to his chest, your face burning hot due to your intake.
And even though you were rather tall, your lean figure still didn't have a lot of durability "Looks like it, can you even still stand up straight?" Jamie asks with a mocking tone, nibbling on your neck roughly. You squirm under the vacuous pain, pushing yourself against his snug body "Like that matters." You groan into his ear, hands wrapped around his neck "It might be helpful when you are shoved against a wall." You snicker playfully, grinding your hips against his, earning yourself a pleasurable mutter. "Slow down there darl, were not even alone yet." You smirk coquettishly, kissing his neck in a downwards motion "The let's just get out of here already." You complain with a devilishly tone, hot breath sticking to his collar.
You feel him place his hands on your behind, lifting you up allowing your legs to wrap around his waist the way he usually did. Jamie placed a bundle of cash on thee bar table, which was probably far to much, but why bother counting it, you had enough of the stuff anyway. When you finally walked out onto the streets again, the cool midnight air brushed across your face, relaxing your intoxicated state. "So Mouse, where to?" He purrs, firmly pinching your butt. You flinch a little, the temperature in your cheeks rising, was he really serious about this, or was it just another cue to set you up? "I don't care, the beach, an alley, or the damn moon." You impatiently nag, the alcohol had made sure you were especially needy and hot, also, it freed you of all shame and blame.
"My little thirsty slut." Jamie coos in a inebriated, pulling your torso a little closer before continuing down the now empty path. The ways were littered with dimly glistening confetti in the moonlight, the air smelled so clean and fresh, it was almost like these mellow nights back in the outback. Normally you had clients with you these nights, just another empty shell you couldn't recall name or face of, but this felt so different, so much better. You sensed a certain dizziness in your head and stomach, a faint tingling of nerves, you were so dastardly excited and yet to drunk to show it to eccentrically. Jamie wasn't quite as tipsy as you were, being able to still walk in a straight line and upright manner, you on the other hand were lucky if you could support your own two legs.
You heard the soothing rolling of waves close by when your little trip came to a abrupt halt. You crack open your heavy eyelids, you can barely make out the dusky alley at the edge of town, the coast stretching out on the horizon. The coarse salty air was heavy on your heated face, mixing to a unknown taste with the alcohol on your tongue. You nuzzled against Jameis neck, tenderly biting it with your relaxed jaws. "Come on, dont keep me waiting." You buzz, letting your feet sink to the ground so you could stand on your own, even though your knees were shaky and weak. His arms are still grasping around your shoulder, firmly holding you against the edged wall. You see a triumphant smirk on his face, the sharp teeth in his mouth seem especially menacing.
Before you bother to complain any longer, you rise to your tiptoes to press your lips against his. which Rat immediately replys to by sliding his pointy tongues against yourself, the taste of spirit intensifying in your mouth. You still couldn't quit estimate if this was going to be the night you finally got what you had been missing since you first kissed him this way, but you're intoxicated brain wasn't capable of comprehending a lot anyway. You could only sense the strongest portion of your current feeling, lust; the burning passion you loved to hate. You could feel his rough fingers fleetly wandering under your shirt, taking his time to cares along your slender body and boney ribcage. You could hear your heart pounding in your compressed body as he brushed over the little boobs you had, gasping into the kiss as much as your preoccupied tongue allowed a sound.
You flinched in between the kiss, feeling his sharp teeth wickedly biting into your tongue, making you whimper softly. You hated the teasing, for all you cared at this point he could raw you till you cried bitter tears, hell; that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to be rough with you, maybe even hurtful if it meant it gave you your sick kick. And the knowing smile etched to his lips suggest that he is well aware of that. Fucking tease, you curse him silently, your hips automatically twitching forward against his rhythmically. Jamie copied your suggestive movements, aware that it would drive your inebriate body go crazy, he was going to make sure you were supplicateing him for every move.
Worst of all, you knew he was about as turned on as you, you could clearly feel how hard he was through the fabric of his shorts; he had been since you were in the bar. Your stray hands found their way to the edge of his belt, undoing it, without any sort of protest this time around. On the contrary you felt a strong grip latch onto your hair, pulling you away from the kiss, farcing your head against the wall quit coarsely. Panting and a strand of spit hanging from the corner of your mouth, Jamie stares at you with piercing eyes and a smirk that is new to you in this sort of situation. There is a sly glistening in his eyes as he starts talking again, his voice voice particularly cracking and agitated "Fuck you're hot, there is no fun teasing you if it only ends up making me want you even more." You smile victoriously, guileful tugging his shorts out of the way. "Good." You humm, before you suddenly sense a acute pain in your stomach, forcing you to plummet to your knees.
You wheeze in agony, arms clasping around your abdomen, you feel your stomach's content almost rise up your throat; but you manage to hold it back. with panicked eyes you peek up at him, did he really just kneel you in the gut? "W-What the actual fuck Fawkes, what was that for?" You stammer, feeling a few unwanted tears rise to your eyes, a bit of saliva running down your chin. You almost scream out again when you feel a harsh grip on your hair, a lot more violently in nature this time, janking you head upwards "I told ya I was not one to play nice." He coos dangerously before pushing your head lower again "Now open your dirty mouth and do your job."
Your trembling lips try to voice something along the lines of "Fuck you." but before you even get to spit out the first vowel, you feel his hard cock sliding down your throat carelessly. You feel a throbbing pain in your neck when his tip hits the back of your bruised neck, you almost forgot that was a thing. He never had constrained you to take his full length, not like you could have done that anyway. The steady grip he has on your hair allows him to make you gag every time he thrust into your watery mouth. You always thought you had gotten used to deepthroating, but you were freaked out to find out you were apparently wrong.
The only thing freaking you out a tad bit more, was the fact that this actually turned you on even more, why did you have to be like this? You are upset with yourself more then at the person forcing their dick down your neck, maybe you were the crazy one after all, you grumbled to yourself. The one thing giving you a bliss out of this, was the sweet whimpering from Jamie, and the occasional groaning of your name between the harsh thrusts.
Your hands carefully made their way to his trembling hips, giving you some stability in your unfavourable position. Your mouth was soon sore from the repetitively painful jolts, and even though you were completely drunk, you could feel the inherent aching of your stomach, that would definitely give a nasty bruise. Why did he feel the need to fucking kneel you in the gut in the first place, was he really that excited about your pain?. You knew he was close to cumming when the thrust quickend in pace and intensity, placing more pressure on your mouth. You decided to allow yourself some caper, letting your tongue slide across his member playfully, making him groan louder.
To your astonishment, he didn't bother to pull away while cumming deep in your throat with a husky whimper "F-fuck, why are you so good at this, it's not fair." You really don't like the taste of cum, that odd, salty flavour; and that thick texture sent a shiver down your spine every time you ended up having to swallow it. You gently lick over his tip when he pulls away, allowing you to breathe properly "P-Practice." You huff, pearing up at him with a sinful smile, some cum sliding down your lips.
He jolt you to your feet by the hair again, sending a cold sweat down your neck "Practice you say?" the devilish smirk and wide eyes give you a small fright, you are surprised how endlessly amused he seems by that statement "Then how about you show me what else you are good for?" You feel a tight warmth arise in your inners again, so he was serious about it this time, and now you were just a tiny bit scared.
You silently whimper when you sense his tongue slide into your mouth again, roughly playing with your slimy tongue. It scares you senseless when you feel a stern tug on your pants, sliding them right of your scawney hips with virtually no resistance. You tenderly rub your thighs together, discovering you were soaking wet, cursing yourself for being so easy again. You manage to let your hands clench around his shoulders, probably scratching them red and raw in the process.
Your back meanwhile was being abraded by the rough wall you were being rubbed against, the stinging pain was only rivaled by the one in your abdomen and the fear in your head. You were even to enfeeble to notice how your hands were nimbly tied together behind your back by a durable leather belt, rendering you even more helpless then before. And when you do finally notice, your faint struggling turn out to be useless. His hands meanwhile were back at resting on your hips, digging into your flesh and bone. When you felt his hard cock rub against your stomach, your eyes panically ripped open, staring at him with pleading eyes. He replies with cheekily grinning into the kiss, probingly nudging his slightly wet tip against your abdomen. If you weren't terrified before, you were now; this would definitely hurt. Jamie notices the suttle quaking of your body every time the pushes himself against you, encouraging him to do so further.
When he did finally break the kiss, you immediately take a few sharp breaths, trying to hide the agitation painted all over your face. Jamie playfully looks at your stomach, and how far he would potentially go into you, putting a devilish smirk on his face. You squeeze your eyes closed shut as he snarls into your ear "Shhh, relax, it might just hurt a tick." You abhorrence how his voice can command you to do anything, how much it has you wrapped around his finger. "I'm begging you, just do it already." you growl, eyes gleaming at him angrily, you are sick with how he effortlessly tantalized you. "Your such a brat Mouse, and I love it." He purrs, grabbing you by the waist before demandingly turn you around to face the wall.
You feel rather abash to be exposed like that, biting your lower lip harshly when you feel him slip two fingers into your dripping slit with ease. "Damn your wet Sheila, you must really like me." He ridicules you with a voice that just makes you melt inside, he wasn't wrong, you wanted nothing more then to have him inside you right now. Rats mechanical hand meanwhile ran across your bloody back, the wall had torn small gashes into your flesh which he eyes as if he was delighted to have them there. His hand came to rest at your hip, grasp it firmly to hold you in place "Now hold still darl, or this might be a lot more of a doozy then it needs to be for ya."
You swallow your arrogance, replacing it with complete submission, your skin overtaken by uncontrollable shivering and goosebumps. You hear the faint manic giggle from behind you as Rat vaguely strokes his tip over your entrance, making you jolt forwards a bit. You were kinda scared he would break your scrawny spine in two, or worse. Somewhat hoping he would at least be gentle with you, knowing that that was probably not going to happen, which made it so much worse. Instead all you felt was a abrupt force thrusting into you mercilessly and without a word of warning, leaving you barely enough time to cry out under the throbbing pain tearing at your insides..
"F-Fuck, how are you still so tight?" He whimpers quietly, letting your insides time to twitch and contort around him "Shut up you prick" You manage to spitfully complain, feeling your mind slowly slipping into a buzzing void. Your previous alcohol intake did not help with your relentless hornyness, it only made you want this more, even though you know it was so wrong. This was far from your first time, but if you recall correctly, this felt so much more painful, it even felt similar to your first time; just that this was a lot deeper. Maybe it was because you almost drank yourself into a coma when that happened, but still, this was different. What surprised you even more was the fact that you take so much, the only thing you were certain of was that you would not be able to walk tomorrow.
"Hehe, you're squeezing me so hard Mouse, do ya want me to move?" Rat asks, leaning over your back to kiss along your spine, one of his hands gliding along your stomach, faintly rubbing against the bulge his tip made on the outside of your skin, leaving you to wonder how you were still alive. He laughs demonically, slowly beginning to push out of you a bit, just to shove himself against you even harder. You moaned in ecstasy, you had forgotten how good this pressure felt. The way his rough movements lurched so far into your womb made you shriek noisier than you wanted to.
To your perturbation that was enough to motivate him to go rougher, not regarding that in doing so the entire neighborhood was probably awake now. "Damn it Mouse, shut it, do ya want to get us in trouble? It would be a damn shame if ya screaming would be the thing to cut this short." He hisses, shortly pulling out of you with a low groan. That sudden emptiness made your abdomen hurt even worse, your face contorting at the schere ache of the sudden change. You're twitchy legs immediately gave out, sending you tripping to your knees once more, sitting on the ground panting and drooling as your arms clutch around that gross pain. Jamie picks you up again, placing you on a box in convenient waist height, before tying your shirt around your mouth efficiently gagging you.
You look at him with big watery eyes, a few tears rolling down your face in pleasure and pain. He smiles at what a mess he had made you, picking you up by your waist just to lower you onto his solid member again. "My little fucktoy." He snarls with delight. You timidly find the courage to peak at your abdomen, it horrified you that you could see the outline of him inside of you. He giggles at your alarmed expression "Look funny eh?" He jesters, whilst roughly moving his hips again. You sense your eyes rolling into your skull very time he does so, this was all a little too much for you flimsy statue. His hands burrow into your already abused back, making you groan into your gag, the drool in your mouth visible even through the fabric.
Your legs have already wrapped around him with all the strength you have left while Jamie mutters into your ear with hustled breaths "Mine, all mine. Hehe, fuck, now I can never let ya go again." He chuckles, pounding into you especially harshly, making you cry just a little more. You realized you were quit wrong earlier on, getting him drunk was both traumatic and the biggest endorphin rush you have ever had. "Oi, stop that twitching so much, do you want me to blow my load already? Take it slow, I want that expression on your face to last, can't let those tears can't dry just yet." He growls, laying your unsteady body onto the box, relentlessly pushing into you further. You have already given up on responding, as you were desperate to not cum again. The sweat dripping from your body burned the open wounds on your back and knees, furthering the disturbing fusion of pain and the sweet heat inside of your core..
You feel his prosthetic hand grind against your hips, bruising them even further the longer he grinded into you with firm hand. His breath was irregular and hot, sometimes adding a short giggle in between the the passionate moans. His eyes were curiously fixed to your contorted face, enjoying your anguish, your battered back arched against the wooden box. You feel his tongue trace along your sweaty body, leaving one or the other bite on your sensitive skin. Suddenly Jamie grabs your sides, pulling you into a upright position again, your sticky body rubbed against his again. You had lost all feeling in your limbs, there was only the pressure between your thighs and the pleasure in your mind, why did you care about anything as long as you were in this position.
You feel him thrust into you one final time with a ardent moan, hastily pulling your gag aside, shoving his tongue in your drooly mouth to not get too loud himself again. You sense his cum deep inside your spasming body, the added pressure making you flinch up. You remain like that for a moment, trying to catch each other's breath in your watery mouths. When you finally break the rather sloppy kiss, you incessantly stare at each other, both somewhat questioning what had just happened as your mellow breaths mix in the cold air of this night. Jamie carefully lifts your feeble body to pull out of you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness you feel. You shudder at the feeling of his kiss on your neck "Mine, all mine, and don't you dare forget that." You hear him snarl into your ear before finally lets go of you.
