Gun Play
The morning came all too soon.
Axton's stomach was still ridiculously full from the dinner served to him the evening previous.
He awoke in his own room.
The invitation to bunk down with Jack for a second night had not been extended, and Axton wasn't about to ask to stay.
Though he'd wanted to.
He'd returned to his small quarters with a twinge of disappointment to swallow down. It was not at all a good taste. But Jack was like that. An unpredictable thing. One night he's inviting Axton into his bed...the next he could make him sleep on the cold ground of a cell. You never knew with him.
Maybe that was half of why Axton felt so god damned attracted to the bastard. He was a loose cannon...much like Axton himself.
His whole life was a loose cannon.
And now his...partner...lover...master, whatever you would call it, was too.
Axton's muscles groaned for more sleep, his eyes not wanting to open to the new morning. It was always night in the small room. With no windows it was always dark.
But something had awoken Axton in the early hours of the morning. Something nipping at his heels, something prying him from sleep.
Suddenly there was a loud bang from the hallway.
Axton's eyelids snapped open and he sat up halfway in bed, the sheets pooling around his naked torso.
He could hear quite the commotion outside. Heavy footsteps running here and there, the clammer of voices and objects and running and yelling.
He furrowed his eyebrows together.
Axton hauled himself from the bed and dressed cautiously.
Just as he was pulling on his boots, the heavy door to his room clicked and flung open.
Workers.
Three of them.
Axton looked at them in surprise and curiosity.
"Going on a take down mission today. Boss want's his body guard front and center." One man said gruffly.
Axton nodded understandingly.
The workers handled him like fragile cargo.
Cargo that could go off at any moment.
Though Jack had taken to not using handcuffs on the commando...the workers still did.
For their safety.
It was probably better that way.
Just in case.
He followed willingly.
They wound through hallways and corridors, stairways and elevators until finally two sets of massive sliding doors opened to the outside world.
The sunlight bathed Axton's body in a flash of light.
He shielded his eyes blindly with the sudden intensity.
Axton blinked.
Once, twice, three times. Pupils shrinking in the sunlight, eyes squinted into slits.
It was the first time in so many months that he'd so much as touched sunlight. True, hot, Pandoran sunlight.
God did it ever feel damned good.
Axton paused for a moment, savoring the small second in time. Soaking in the sun, the light, the daytime. He felt its warmth, tasted its rays. It had been so damned long...
Like coming out of a long coma. It was so new, so alien to his eyes that had only been in darkness day in and day out.
He felt a tug to his lead, and he lurched forward. The worker was not pausing to let Axton relish in the moment.
They had places to be and things to do.
There was no time for a captive to become re-introduced to the real world and all that dilly dally.
Axton's feet instinctively moved, and he was following the workers again. Boots crunched the ground before him, the hot cement hard underneath him.
It was only then that he really took in his surroundings.
Hundreds of loaders stood at the ready. Massive Hyperion technicals sat idling, ready to be set into motion. An army of Hyperion robotics and soldiers all at the ready, armed to the gills...prepared to fight.
To fight for Jack.
This was his war after all.
And he was king here.
If he wanted war, he would get it.
He always got what he wanted.
Always.
They lead Axton to the biggest, and most armored technical of the army.
It was more ship than vehicle.
It's large doors yawned open and Axton was ushered inside.
The inside was massive.
Two pilot chairs sat at the front, then there was a door dividing the pilot room from the back of the technical.
The worker punched a code and the door hissed open.
"Well morning kiddo."
Axton's eyes met with the steely mismatched gaze that all but melted him to pieces.
Jack sat in the middle of the back room, lounged in a chair much too big for him, arms hanging lazily on the sides, legs crossed in his stupid fancy fashion.
Axton grunted in response.
The workers undid Axton's handcuffs, and as if knowing Jack could take it from here, they dismissed themselves.
The door snapped closed behind them, leaving Axton alone with the crazed dictator.
Jack said nothing for a moment, finger pressed to his lip, eyes soaking in Axton.
Axton stood awkwardly, staying still, letting the other man assess him with mean, cold eyes.
Axton took careful note of how...dangerous...Jack appeared on this day.
Behind those vibrant eyes there was a sick evil stirring. Just beneath the surface.
Just under the skin.
Brewing, unfolding, growing.
Jack's lips retracted over his gums, resulting in an ever so slight, wicked, grin.
"Sooooo..." Jack mused in a sing song manner, folding his arms behind his head casually.
"How you doing cupcake?" Jack questioned innocently.
Axton shrugged.
He wasn't really sure where Jack was going with the petty conversation.
What were they going to discuss the weather next?
Jack sneered.
"You miss me last night?" He cooed wickedly.
Axton shot him a displeased look.
To be truthful...he had.
But he would not admit that fact to the asshole. Not in a million years.
"Don't flatter yourself." Axton growled.
Jack only grinned and spun in his chair.
"Gunna take that snide remark as a yes." Jack commented sassily.
"Disappointed I didn't take you to bed again huh commando? God you are such a little cock slut." Jack insulted.
Axton grimaced.
It was going to be one of those days.
Jack chuckled lightly at the insult.
Axton simply stayed still, staring the CEO down with cold, unamused eyes.
Jack cleared his throat daintily and leaned back in his chair.
"Anyway. Let's get down to business. I'm going to take down a bandit city, and I want you to help. Fuckers have been rather rambunctious and I'm down right sick of it. It's well past time to snuff them out." Jack mused inspecting his perfectly cut fingernails.
Axton sighed.
"Yes sir." Axton whispered obediently.
"You'll be riding in the front technical. Going in first, figure I'd let you loose first since I know what you can do in battle. You gave me a lot of trouble before I captured you. I wanna see that fire, but fighting for my side. Got it commando. I wanna see it all. All the fight you got, I want it fighting for me." Jack sneered viciously.
"Any sign you stop fighting for me. I'll fucking kill you. Got it kiddo?" Jack tacked on the comment darkly.
Axton nodded smally.
Jack extended his hand then, a small earpiece was there in his palm.
Axton took a step forward to take it.
"I'll be listening to your every move, giving you commands, and you'd better listen...just like the good pet you are." Jack hissed eyes as cold as the ice out in The Fridge.
Axton took the piece of equipment slowly, handling it the way one might handle a poisonous snake. Carefully. Cautiously.
He attached the piece to his ear and looked at Jack with dark eyes, as if searching for approval.
It felt fairly normal for Axton.
He'd worn a headset almost always when roaming pandora in search of bounties. He could recall all the times he'd had to hear Jack's cocky voice seeping through the echo net, buzzing in his head like an annoying wasp.
He'd hated Jack so damn much back then.
He still hated him.
But only slightly.
Not enough to really even be categorized as hate anymore.
More just mild dislike.
But lust tended to do that.
Muddy the lines between right and wrong.
All this was wrong.
Indeed.
There was a smile tugging at the corner of Jack's mouth, his eyes were daggers on Axton's skin.
He was a wolf in man's clothing. Every once and a while you'd catch a glimpse at all those rows of fangs he kept so well hidden. A hint of cold, yellow, wolfish eyes. The shadow of pointed ears.
The scent of blood on his tongue.
Axton swallowed hard.
"Now run along pet." Jack chimed waving Axton away.
Axton heard the doors at his back open.
With Jack's dismissal the workers returned to fetch their cargo.
Axton wasn't sure what to feel as the prodded him up into the lead technical.
Fear, anxiety, nervousness...or all of it at once.
He was going to war...for Jack.
He felt a little sick to his stomach.
God what would the others think if they ever found out what had become of him? He was a vault hunter...protector of Pandora...
and now...he was just another Hyperion fuck.
He sat down in the chair offered to him.
The workers accompanying him all have heavy weapons.
One slowly approached Axton and handed over a machine gun, all shiny and new...and Hyperion yellow of course.
Axton had nearly forgotten what the heaviness of a good weapon in his hands felt like. He clenched his fingers over the metal.
God it was good.
He missed this.
Missed it so damned much.
Maybe...maybe when they got to the bandit city...he could make a break for it.
Run.
Run away.
Forget all this ever happened.
Claim it was all due to madness brought on from captivity.
Forget Jack.
Be free again.
Axton instinctively ran his hand up over the collar around his neck.
He couldn't run.
Not with that damned thing around his neck.
He'd be dead before he hit sanctuary.
He was pretty sure Jack would pump him so full of eridium his heart would pop like a god damned balloon.
He sighed heavily and shifted the gun's weight in his lap.
There was no running from this.
He was a dog of Hyperion...and that...was that.
The ride was everything but smooth.
Axton could swear whoever was driving this thing was intentionally hitting very rock, crack and crevice on the face of Pandora.
Axton gripped the arm rest of the seat hard, steadying himself from another rather jolting bump.
It was like trying to ride some wild animal that hadn't been broken yet.
It felt like they had been traveling for hours.
Maybe they had been. It was hard to tell really.
The armored vehicles didn't exactly have windows.
And suddenly, the big technical hauled to a stop, brakes screeching. wheels sliding over sand, trying their best to grip.
The technical rocked to a stop, teetering like an unsteady child.
"Alright Commando, lemme see what you can really do kiddo. Better not disappoint me. Real excited to see my favorite bandit in action." Jack's voice crackled through the headset nearly sending Axton jumping out of his seat.
He'd forgotten all about the headset in all the commotion of travel.
Axton regained his bearings and looked around.
All the workers were standing, readying their weapons.
Axton did the same.
He felt his heart racing in his chest.
He had no idea what was out there.
What he was up against.
Suddenly there was the sound of a rocket whizzing by the technical, and an explosion only feet away.
The large door of the technical slammed open, creating a cloud of dust as it hit the sand.
The Hyperion captain was screaming now.
"GO, GO, GO, GO!" He yelled waving the troops forward with his hand.
It's all instincts from there.
Axton's feet hit the dirt and his body just goes.
Knowing what to do even as his mind fails him.
He's running, dodging, looking for cover, shooting, ducking again.
Bullets whirl by him and hit the sand heavy.
He can hear the mechanical groans of loader's at his back...he has to admit it's nice to have those monster's on his side.
He jumps over a wall, a bandit lifts up ready to shoot, but Axton's faster.
A spray of bullets across the bandits chest and he hits the dirt hard.
Axton leaves him there, pressing forward, moving in.
Attack and conquer.
The commotion takes the city like a wave. Rushing over it, taking it mercilessly.
Axton reloads as he comes around a corner, and shoots when a bandit rushes him.
He crumples to Axton's feet like a paper cup.
Axton stands still for a moment to asses the happenings around him.
Rockets whirl overhead, leaving streams of light, and then the deafening crash of the explosion as they fall.
Hyperion grunts have swarmed the city, Axton just see's yellow uniforms to his right and left.
It almost moves in slow motion.
Time seems to pause and all the happenings are lethargic as they go.
Axton lifted the barrel of his weapon and pushed forward, onward with the flow of the army.
Axton's boots were heavy on the ground as he approached a small building.
The door remained closed.
Odd.
Most the other doors had been kicked down and cleared by the workers.
He supposed they missed one.
Axton raised his boot and kicked the door in, sending it flying off it's hinges and crashing to the floor.
Inside Axton is met by two beady little eyes and the shivering barrel of a gun.
Axton raises his weapon finger on the trigger...but pauses.
As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he realizes what is really inside.
He's an older man, middle aged maybe, clutching an out of date handgun for dear life.
In the corner two children cower like puppies, shivering and shaking looking at Axton with fearful eyes.
Axton looks to the children and then back to the man.
His eyes are wet with tears, streams running down his dirty face.
"P-please...I'm all they have. Their mother died, they will die without me. Please spare us..." He stuttered lowering the weapon.
"It isn't even loaded...I can't afford bullets..." The man pleaded opening the chamber pitifully to show Axton, and then letting the weapon drop to the floor.
Axton started to lower the butt of the gun, his eyes softening slowly.
"Woah now commando. Don't go soft on me now. He pulled a gun on you, and I want this city cleared out. Kill him. Oh and the kids too." Jack's voice crackled in Axton's ear.
Axton grimaced darkly.
The skinny man on the ground dropped to his knees before Axton's feet.
"Please, please spare us. They are but children!" He begged groveling at Axton's boots.
Axton felt his heart racing, his breath leaving him.
He felt sick.
How could he kill them? They were children...
How could Jack even ask him to do such a thing? If it were Jack he'd already have shot them. He would have shot children. Little ones...
Helpless and weak.
He didn't care.
Axton felt anger well up in his chest.
"I'm waiting Axton." Jack's voice hissed.
He was a fucking psychopath.
Axton may have been converted to a Hyperion goon, he might have been Jack's little pet...but he was not a child killer.
He would not stoop to that.
He refused.
"I won't kill them Jack." Axton spoke into the headset.
"Excuse me?" Jack scoffed through the mic.
Axton dropped his gun to his side, a stern look on his face.
And then he turned to leave the house, running as fast as possible to get away from them.
He didn't want to be anywhere near the vicinity, if Jack came looking for Axton he'd find them too. Axton wouldn't let that happen. He'd made his decision and it was his to carry.
His feet carried him over the dirt, beating the ground hard, faster and faster until suddenly...pain rushed through him.
The shock hit him like lightening and he fell into the dirt, skidding to a stop in the sand.
Axton screamed out loudly, writhing onto his back, arching up wildly.
He felt like he was on fire, like his body was caving in.
The shock lasted longer than normal, god it just wouldn't wain.
Tears streamed down Axton's cheeks leaving little trails of wetness in their wake.
Axton thought about begging Jack for it to stop through the headset...no...no he wouldn't beg he would just accept this. Take it.
If this was the punishment for keeping those innocent children safe...he would take it.
He clawed at the collar weakly, his voice echoing off the buildings around him.
Minutes passed and the pain continued to sear through him like a wildfire.
Finally after what felt like an eternity...the pain ceases.
Axton feels like an empty shell, ghost pains still running through his muscles. He just lays there, crumpled and used...barely more than a corpse. He closed his eyes and breathed out into the sand, cheek laying pitifully in the dirt.
His hands clench into fists as he lays there uselessly.
And then there are footsteps.
Great, Axton thinks...it's either a bandit...or a Hyperion worker...either one was not something pleasant to run into.
The Hyperion workers resented him, and the Bandit's saw him as an enemy.
The steps grow closer.
They are rhythmic as they come across the sand, one after the other, slow and steady.
Like a painfully slow dance.
Before Axton knows it, the footsteps close in.
Axton opens his eyes trying to see which side of the war was approaching him...but the figure is just a blur in the blinding sun piercing Axton's vision.
Suddenly there's a hand tightening around Axton's collar.
The figure roughly grabs him by the collar and drags him through the sand.
The collar pulls in all the wrong ways.
Axton screams out in pain as he's dragged across the sand and into one of the abandoned shacks nearest to him.
The figure tosses Axton into the filthy room.
The smell immediately hits Axton's nose like a ton of bricks.
It's a slaughter room. Axton can feel that the floor is wet, but he doesn't want to think about what the source of it could be.
The smell of rotting meat invades his senses.
He gags and coughs as he attempts to lift up on his elbows...but the much higher dose of eridium is rendering him useless for much longer than the norm.
The door to the slaughter room slams shut, and Axton is thrown into darkness, the only light is the rays that manage to make it through the dirty window at the back of the room.
Axton can hear chains as the figure pushes some of the hanging carcasses out of his way. They clink together like wind chimes.
He can hear the the company in the room breathing.
Axton opens his eyes into slits and shakily lifts up on his elbows.
But just as he's up the figure is on him, and he catches a heavy kick to the gut.
Axton yells out loudly, clutching his stomach, curling in on himself pitifully.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" He bellows from the floor his voice gruff and useless.
Suddenly the figure crouches down beside him, and grabs him roughly by the chin.
Axton's eyes snap open.
That touch...those fingers...it can't be...could it?
"Kiddo you've really done it this time." The figure whispered venomously to Axton.
It could be.
Jack did not loosen his harsh grip on Axton's chin, his nails digging into Axton's face like razors.
He was livid.
Axton could hear the anger in his terrifying tone.
Axton swallowed hard.
He downcast his eyes from Jack's glowering devil like orbs.
Jack's mouth was but a thin line across his face.
"How dare you Axton?" He hissed throwing Axton's face aside.
Axton choked weakly.
"I couldn't kill them...they were kids Jack...how the fuck did you expect me to!?" Axton begged from the floor.
Jack looked at him with wild eyes.
"When I give you an order. No matter what it is...you DO IT." Jack barked, venom dripping off every word.
Suddenly he was grabbing Axton by the neck again.
He hauled him up by his collar, causing pain to sear through Axton again.
Jack was so much stronger than he looked.
He shoved Axton against the filthy wall, his shoulder blades biting the surface hard, causing Axton to cringe.
Axton could smell the anger pulsing from him, he could hear it in his tone, see it in his burning eyes.
His fingers were unkind in their torture.
"Jack please...I'm sorry!" Axton choked out between labored breaths.
Jack barred his teeth at Axton, all pearly and shining in the darkness.
"Sorry? Oh you are sorry?" Jack snarled leaning in close to Axton's face.
Axton could feel his hot breath pouring down his neck.
He closed his eyes.
It was like waiting for a wolf to finally sink it's teeth into you.
Axton was but the prey.
He'd ran.
Ran so hard his little heart nearly popped, but the wolf was faster. The wolf was stronger.
The wolf was meaner.
"I don't think you know the meaning of sorry Axton...no no...not yet." Jack hissed in that maple syrup rich voice that rung through Axton's ears.
The moment seemed to hang there, Jack's fingers never loosening from his grip on the collar.
Jack's glowering eyes never left Axton's face.
He was watching him, observing him...soaking him in.
He was loving the taste of Axton's fear.
And Axton could not stop it.
He was afraid.
Beyond afraid.
He was terrified.
Axton could hear explosions outside of the shack, he could hear the bellowing of voices, the hiss of Hyperion robots.
Jack seemed not to notice nor care.
"Jack...please..." Axton whispered lowly.
Jack raised a hand and brought it down hard across Axton's left cheek. The smack seemed to rattle Axton's brain loose and he saw stars for a moment.
He let a little "fuck" escape under his breath as the sting of the hit began to tingle and set in.
"Don't you beg to me. Don't you fucking dare." Jack growled.
Axton had never heard Jack like this.
His voice was like poison.
Dripping, thick, poison.
He'd really fucked up this time.
And all over the lives of children.
This...this was Jack.
A deranged serial killer.
A psycho.
A madman if there ever was one.
It only made things that much harder.
Axton could see the crazed man there...and yet his feelings were still biting at his heels.
He wanted Jack to stop...wanted that to be some sort of sign that he really wasn't all that crazy.
That he really did in some odd way...care for Axton...
Axton knew this was not reality...
Jack cared for nobody. Except himself.
How could Axton have kidded himself with false hopes that somehow Jack would be swayed the same way Axton had been.
It was childish and stupid.
Axton was a prisoner.
Not a lover.
He'd never be a lover.
He was always a plaything.
Even when he thought Jack meant it.
When he was almost certain Jack cared for him, and his wellbeing.
It was all in his head.
In no way did this monster care whether he lived...or died...
Axton closed his eyes and hung his head.
He wouldn't cry, that was just even more pathetic. But god did the tears want to fall.
Imagining that Jack had actually formed feelings for him was the only way he'd been surviving this god awful place. He needed to come back to reality.
And there reality was.
Staring him in the face like an unwanted guest. Heavy, dark, and menacing.
Axton said nothing as Jack forced him into the wall, he just felt like a hollow shell. He felt like he had disappeared. Curled up within himself to prepare for the punishment that was to come.
Jack's lip snarled up in a displeased grimace.
"Nothing to say commando?" Jack hissed shaking Axton a little.
Axton shook his head.
This seemed to rouse even more anger from Jack's depths.
Jack's free hand snapped to his belt.
The action was so quick.
Axton couldn't have even hoped to react to it properly.
"Open your mouth!" Jack barked digging his fingers into Axton's lips, opening it up harshly, digits pulling at his cheek.
Jack ripped his pistol off his belt, and shoved the barrel into Axton's open mouth.
Axton felt numb.
The barrel tasted metallic as it settled on his tongue, heavy and hot. His mouth was so full with the weapon he could focus on nothing else.
Axton could hardly process thought.
Was this it?
This was how he would die...
At the hands of Jack after all.
After everything he'd been through...it would still be Jack that would do him in.
And then the tears came.
A lone, solid, tear rolled down Axton's cheek without his control and dripped onto the gun lazily.
Jack seemed to enjoy the outpour of emotion from the trapped man.
"Are you afraid Axton?" Jack whispered pushing the gun in farther, his lips centimeters from Axton's face.
Axton nodded honestly, squeezing his eyes shut in defeat and shame.
"Good. You should be." Jack continued, his words lolling off his tongue slow and menacing.
Axton swallowed hard, the barrel moving as his tongue did.
Jack watched with sick intrigue.
"Suck it." Jack hissed lowly.
Axton's wet eyes flicked up to Jack's in confusion.
Jack met his confused gaze with steely, cold, eyes.
"The gun. Suck it." Jack repeated.
Axton felt sick to his stomach.
His whole body was shivering like a dog left out in the cold.
He couldn't feel his fingertips.
Everything in his body threatened to give out. His legs, his arms...his being.
But he did as he was told.
Axton extended his neck forward and took more of the weapon into his throat.
He gagged a little.
Oh please don't throw up...he thought to himself desperately.
The fear was getting the better of him.
The fear of the weapon, too much of it in his mouth.
The smell of death invading his every nerve.
It was putrid. Rotting. Dead.
So fucking dead.
More gagging.
Before he could stop it he was choking up vomit.
Jack pulled the weapon away as Axton retched onto the slick flooring.
Axton's body lurched and shivered as he lost what was left of last nights supper.
Jack looked on unamused and cold, as if he were watching an animal in the zoo. He tilted his head to the side as Axton hurled, choking and spitting.
"Oh how pathetic." Jack commented darkly, looking at Axton's shaking form.
Before Axton knew it...Jack was prying his mouth open again.
He shoved the barrel back into his mouth.
All Axton could taste was metal, and vomit.
He was crying harder now.
"I said suck." Jack snarled.
Axton looked at him with pleading eyes, wet with tears and humiliation.
He wrapped his tongue around the barrel and did his best to swallow it down again. He couldn't look, if Jack were to pull that trigger...he didn't want to see it coming.
He just wanted it to be quick.
Was that to much to ask?
A wicked smile spread across Jack's lips as Axton molested the gun with his mouth, sucking and working, making disgusting little wet noises as he did so.
"Oh that's it Axton, take it further...I know you can." Jack whispered tipping Axton's chin up and forcing more of the weapon into his mouth.
Axton choked and sputtered but took it like a good prisoner.
He just didn't want to die this way...so humiliated...so broken...
This was no way for a man to die.
Jack's grin was haunting.
He was enjoying this far too much. Nobody should enjoy this.
Torturing another poor soul like this.
But Jack seemed to get such pleasure from it.
Such joy from it.
It was sick.
"God you have a pretty mouth." Jack whispered lowly.
Axton downcast his eyes and sucked his lips around the gun barrel, trying to suppress the fear rattling through his bones.
"You know, if I pulled this trigger right now...you wouldn't feel a thing. It would be so quick Axton...I could blow your brains all over this back wall, and nobody would ever find you. You'd rot away and nobody would care kiddo." Jack whispered to him brushing Axton's hair back soothingly.
Axton felt more tears roll down his cheeks.
"Oh kiddo you're shaking. How cute." Jack hissed as he leaned in closer to Axton's quivering face.
Suddenly Jack extended his tongue and ran it up the bell of Axton's ear, his breath pouring down Axton's skin, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.
Axton's eyes snapped open fearfully, shaking in their sockets as the rested on Jack.
"Why do you just keep on insisting on disobeying me? Huh commando? I saved you, clothed you, fed you, gave you a bed to sleep in...and this...this is how you thank me? I'm disappointed Axton. I thought you wanted to please me." Jack huffed stepping closer to Axton.
Axton swallowed hard the gun barrel lolling in his mouth.
"Do you want to please me?" Jack hushed wiping Axton's cheek.
Axton nodded involuntarily.
He didn't want to enrage Jack any more than he already was.
All he wanted was to run. To escape.
He just wanted his freedom back.
But it was too late, he was too trapped...too beaten down.
Jack pulled the gun barrel from Axton's mouth, saliva stringing between the weapon and his abused lips.
"Let me hear you say it." Jack growled his voice low and heady.
"I want to please you Jack." Axton whispered smally.
Jack ran his fingers through Axton's short cropped hair.
"God that's good." Jack hissed.
Suddenly Jack grabbed Axton by the collar and flung him over the nearest table. Axton braced with his hands as he hit the table hard. It was covered in old blood, pieces of meat and flies. God the flies. They buzzed around Axton's eyes relentlessly.
If he'd had anything left to vomit up, he would have been losing it right about now. But there was nothing left in his stomach. He just heaved, his stomach tightening, crying out as it had nothing to bring up.
Axton coughed and leaned on his elbows, smearing them in the retched remnants on the table.
Jack was behind him.
Axton could feel his presence lurking there.
Jack placed a hand on Axton's ass and soothed it slowly.
"You know Axton...I normally like taking it, better than I like giving it. But I'm feeling generous today." Jack whispered.
Axton's lips downturned into a grimace.
What was that supposed to fucking mean?
Jack's fingers squeezed a healthy portion of Axton's muscled ass.
Jack leaned over Axton, and pushed the gun barrel into the back of Axton's skull.
Axton felt every muscle in his body tense.
"You wanna take it. I know you do." Jack hissed grabbing Axton's pants and tugging them down.
The chill licked over Axton's exposed flesh.
He closed his eyes.
Fucking shit.
The gun barrel was hard against Axton's head, pushing in harshly as Jack grinned down on the man presented to him.
Jack pushed up against Axton's rump and Axton jolted forward slightly.
He could feel Jack was hard against him.
His engorged erection pressing against his tight jeans.
He was a sick fuck.
Axton frowned.
His stomach felt like it had fallen out his ass. He felt the way he did the very first time Jack had ever forced this on him.
And here he was again.
There was the jingle of pants catches being undone. The rustle of clothing. Eagerness in Jack's movements as he freed himself.
Jack groaned out as he rutted dryly against Axton's backside, his swollen erection sliding between the commando's cheeks.
Jack spit into his free hand and rubbed his wet fingers over Axton's puckered back entrance.
Axton did not welcome the advancement. He'd taken it before...but he didn't prefer to. Jack obviously knew this. It was just like Jack to do this to him in spite.
Bastard.
Jack forced his fingers inside, moving them, flexing them, opening Axton up like an offering.
Axton hissed and groaned, clenching his teeth in preparation for what was to come. From the barrel at the back of his head, to the crazed man at his rear end, nothing about this situation seemed to be going Axton's way.
He hung his head and squeezed his eyes shut as Jack spit into his hand again. Axton could hear the disgusting little wet noises as Jack slicked up his own cock, readying it for Axton.
Jack pushed his swollen head against Axton's entrance and Axton drew in a sharp breath.
He could feel Jack chuckle against him.
"I'll be real gentle sweetie." Jack snickered darkly.
"Fuck you." Axton choked out shakily.
Jack simply laughed in response.
Jack forced himself into Axton, giving little time for him to adjust. Axton cried out weakly. Jack was too big, and the spit was not enough. Jack didn't seem to care.
He pushed in farther, groaning and hissing.
Axton's body squeezed around Jack's member, protesting further intrusion.
Jack gave a final little push, and he was fully sheathed in Axton's quivering body.
Little tears clung to the corners of Axton's eyes.
It hurt.
Really fucking hurt.
Axton's nails scraped the old wood of the table leaving deep trails in response to his pain.
"Oh god pet you are fucking tight." Jack breathed out shakily.
He pressed the gun barrel into Axton's skull harder as he began to move.
The thrusts were slow at first.
Axton prepared for each one, hanging onto the table for dear life, crying out as Jack's hips snapped against his rear.
Jack's rhythm gained in speed, and harshness.
Jack's eyes lulled into little slits as he watched his dick slide in and out of Axton's abused body.
Axton clenched his teeth hard.
Jack applied more spit, and Axton was mentally thanking him for it.
Slowly...it wasn't as painful. It wasn't as bad. Maybe Axton was just becoming numb, to save himself from the abuse, but either way the pain was subsiding.
His cries of pain were fading into weak little moans. His death grip on the table began to loosen. But he couldn't ignore the feeling of the gun at his head. The danger that was there. He was still at the door of death. One wrong step and Jack could pull that trigger. Axton swallowed hard.
Jack was groaning and mewling on top of Axton, the fingers of his free hand digging into Axton's rump harshly.
Axton closed his eyes and breathed out softly.
Jack filled him so well...fit so well.
Axton let a little moan escape his lips.
Axton slowly let his hand wander down his body.
Jack seemed to notice the small movement from Axton.
Before Axton could reach his hand down, Jack had beat him to it.
Axton gasped loudly as Jack snaked his palm around Axton's half hard cock. Axton moaned lowly and let his eyes fall as Jack began to pump him in time with his thrusts.
Axton wanted to question the motion, the act, but it felt too good to argue with at the moment. For just a second he didn't want to figure Jack out. He didn't want to know. Didn't want to care.
Jack's hand was smooth and big, and god damn was he talented at this.
"J-Jack!" Axton moaned weakly.
He didn't mean to.
Really he didn't.
He didn't want that bastards name on his tongue, and yet in the heat of passion, it just spilled out.
Jack was a bad habit.
Axton couldn't kick him.
"Uh-uhmphff y-yeah Axton say my name baby!" Jack moaned uselessly.
"F-faster! Please Jack!" Axton begged as he thrusted into Jack's palm.
Jack moved his hand faster, stroking, twisting, pulling.
His thrusts were merciless now, hips slapping against Axton's sweat slick body.
Axton looked back over his shoulder at Jack.
Jack's eyes were full of lust and passion as they looked down on Axton.
There it was again.
That thing that had confused and drawn Axton in, in the first place.
That false passion.
That face that makes you think he cares. Those eyes that say he does...but he really doesn't. Those lips that you want to say they care, but they don't. The false idea that Jack could possibly care about another human being.
The barrel at Axton's head reminded him how truly false this all was.
Jack was as fake as the mask he wore over his face.
False emotions, false acts of love. False everything.
"A-Axton!" Jack moaned weakly.
There.
That.
The false acting that didn't sound like acting at all.
When Jack moaned Axton's name it felt real. The passion, the love, the feelings...they felt so damned real.
The sound of Axton's name on Jack's tongue was enough to make a grown man fall to his knees. And it was enough to make Axton spiral into a rough, hard, orgasm.
Axton bucked forward, fucking Jack's hand as hard and as fast as he possibly could and then he was there.
His cock jumping with every ejaculation. Cum splattering on the wooden floor beneath them shamelessly. Axton was moaning and begging, hands trying to find a place to hold, eyes squeezed shut in the ecstasy of the moment.
Jack was nearly yelling.
God he was fucking loud.
They were lucky nobody had walked in on them yet. But then again...there was a lot of screaming going on at the moment.
His hand continued to pump the remnants of orgasm from Axton's spent cock as Jack came into Axton's abused hole. Axton could feel Jack's dick pulsating as he unloaded himself within his body.
Axton groaned lowly and leaned hard against the table as Jack slumped on top of him.
The hand holding the gun was slumped between Axton's shoulder blades as Jack panted above him weakly.
The two men just laid there, panting in the pandoran heat, wilting in the aftermath of rough, disgusting sex.
Jack pulled himself from Axton's pulsating, chaffed ass and Axton hissed in protest as he did so.
Jack leaned away, shoulders slumped and tired, allowing Axton to get up.
Axton turned around slowly, getting his naked rump out of the air.
He could already tell he was going to be sore for a few days. He grimaced and pulled up his pants tiredly. His motions felt sluggish and forced.
He leaned up to a standing position and his eyes met with the barrel of Jack's gun.
Jack's arm was extended, forcing the gun right between Axton's eyes.
Axton couldn't even take a breath before Jack...pulled the trigger.
Axton closed his eyes and startled, waiting for the sound of a gunshot, the blackness to come...death to take him...but...it didn't.
Axton slowly opened his eyes, the gun barrel hadn't moved, nor had Jack.
A wicked grin was spread across Jack's playful face.
"Bang." Jack whispered peevishly.
Axton felt like he was going to pass out.
He looked at Jack stupidly.
Jack chuckled slowly and lowered the weapon.
He popped the magazine out and showed it to Axton.
"No bullets kiddo." Jack mused grinning wryly.
Axton's face must have said it all.
Jack shrugged innocently.
"What a guy can't have gun play fetishes?" Jack said smiling devilishly.
Axton saw red.
He thought he was going to die. He thought Jack was going to shoot him. All this for one of Jack's little fetishes?
"You...you..." Axton whispered his voice shaking with rage.
"Oh c'mon kiddo don't be mad, it wouldn't have been near as much fun if you'd known I wasn't gunna shoot you. I wanted it to feel real." Jack argued redoing his pants.
"You fucking sick bastard..." Axton growled the anger bubbling up his throat.
"Oh that's harsh, it was all in good fun kiddo, no hard feelings." Jack said rolling his eyes at Axton.
"So all of this...this was just so you could live out some sick little fetish of yours?" Axton bellowed.
"Well yeah, I mean c'mon making you kill kids? Even I'm not that mean. Just had to find something to...you know, get you riled up." Jack said in a matter-o-fact kind of way.
That was it.
Axton lost it.
He snapped.
Like a twig stepped on in the forest. He cracked.
Axton reared his fist back and punched Jack square in the jaw.