Wow, I've actually finished this story, finally! :D (realised I started it two years ago the other day; how shit of an updater am I? xD) It feels kinda weird whenever I finish a story, but at least it leaves room to move on and start new ones. :) Not gonna lie, I'm gonna miss flesh-eater Jack though; man that gory chapter was fun to write, hehehe...
And yes, this is one of those paragraphs again, but since this is the last chapter, if anyone who's been reading since the beginning hasn't said something and now wants to, go for it. :) I feel like the best time to really review a story is when it's all over and done with, and the only reason I've finished this is because of the support I had from my readers anyway. So thanks to everybody who reviewed, favourited and put this story on their alerts.
This is Miss Hindsight speaking, but I'm not entirely sure how I feel about the ending. I like it, but I dunno, I'm just not sure. Either way, you guys are the judges, right? I just write it, you read it. :P You may hate me for how it's ended and you may not, (and then you may start swearing at your screens xD) but hey, no-one's perfect. There's also light M rated elements at the end of this chapter, just a warning.
Thanks again for all your support and I hope you enjoy my new stories.
Endless darkness was penetrated by flash cuts of images flashing across Jerry's mind; the latter jerking in his sleep, but not waking. He writhed and twitched, something wrapping around his legs and trapping him to... wherever he was.
Oh god... he was stuck on that table again... No!
Jerry felt himself give a terrifying lurch and he was falling into that endless blackness. Falling and falling until he saw quick glimpses of a scene unfolding before him, like quick film cuts.
...Jerry's yell of pain as the syringe entered his chest with a sticky squelch...
...Jack's cold and emotionless eyes flickering black as the syringe's needle disappears into his arm...
...His head rearing up, revealling black and red eyes with engorged capilaries and snarling to show off a mouth of wicked teeth...
...Glass crunching as Jack began moving around, snarling menacingly at his father, the glass in his body reflecting in his eyes...
...That god-awful screeching sound as Jack reached up and ripped a glass shard from his head, pushing it into his hand...
...Those wicked teeth sinking into his father's flesh; Jack's victorious snarl as he tore the first piece off, guzzling it down as his father's ear-piercing shrieks filled the room...
...The shard being stabbed into his stomach, the sensation of sticky blood pooling through his fingers all-too real...
...The naseauting squick of flesh tearing and bone crunching as Jack tore Mrs Bueller's face from her skull, spitefully gnawing on her eyes like a savage scavenger...
Jerry's eyes snapped open as the screams and roars resounded in his ears. White was blurred up above him and something was clogging his throat; he couldn't breathe! He was dying... that had to be it.
"Jerry!" he heard his Dad's voice far away from him and a squeak. "Thank God..." he muttered in relief and Jerry was confused; why would he be relieved if he was dying?
"Do you want the tube out?" a voice asked and Jerry blinked, clearing his vision and coming face to face with a concerned woman, thankfully not dying. "Signal if you want the tube out," she said urgently.
Bewildered - of course he wanted the damned thing out; he couldn't breathe! - Jerry willed his thumbs to raise, not sure if they actually moved because they felt heavier than lead weights, but he got his answer when the tube was finally removed.
He coughed and cleared his throat. Man his stomach hurt... "Where am I?" he asked in confusion, shifting around and staring down at the bed he was in. White sheets that definitely weren't his own.
"You're in the hospital, Jerry," his Dad said softly.
"What?" Jerry exploded suddenly, wincing as he felt a sharp wave of pain in his stomach, and being gently laid back down by his Dad. How the Hell did he get here?
"You had a stab injury that came within inches of puncturing your liver," the nurse informed him solemnly and Jerry's eyes widened in shock; so that hadn't been a dream... "We've had to stitch you up" -
Explains the ribs, Jerry thought to himself, brushing his fingers over the area of the scars, able to feel them under his hospital gown.
- "and give you a blood transfusion while you were out," she explained and Jerry racked his brain, trying to remember what had happened, but he had no idea. Aside from being stabbed in his 'dream'.
"How long was that for?" he asked nervously, biting his lip.
"A day a half," the nurse said with a light smile, checking the IV drip beside his bed. "We thought it best to keep you sedated so you didn't go into shock," she added, and Jerry decided he appreciated that very much.
"Am I okay now?" he asked.
"Yes, thankfully," she said in relief. "You should be fine to go in a day or two." She left the room with another smile and Jerry sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
"You alright, bud?" his Dad asked, laying a hand on his leg.
"What the Hell happened?" Jerry asked, groaning at the pounding waves of pain in his head.
"You don't remember?"
Jerry shook his head. Well, he did, but there was no way that could've been real, could it? Because that would mean that Jack was that... that thing that did nothing but screech and growl.
He saw his Dad give him a sympathetic smile. "You and Jack were out at this old abandoned building - weird idea of a date, if you ask me - and you tripped and fell down some stairs," he explained.
Now Jerry was confused. He was fairly certain where he had been had no stairs. Just a table, he added with a shudder. "Huh?"
His Dad continued, "And you went through a window-"
...Jack moved behind the mirror frame... his face slowly came into view, as did the rest of him. Glass shards had embedded themselves everywhere on him - his arms, legs, torso, even his head - and he was covered in trails of already coagulating blood that stained his clothes and skin.
Jack screeched, a distorted and high-pitched, eerie sound and leapt upwards to the ceiling, those claws latching onto the celing beam and pulling himself up...
"-and a shard of glass stabbed you in the stomach," he finished and Jerry felt a sharp pain as if it was happening again.
He felt the initial stab of the shard before he felt the pain. He screamed, reeling back as a shock of white-hot pain spread through his abdomen...
...blood started to pour through his fingers, feeling the sticky mixture gathering on his fingers and pooling under his shirt as he desperately tried to stop the blood flow...
...Jack latched his teeth onto Mrs Bueller's face, biting down hard and causing her blood to squirt everywhere. Jerry heard the familiar, nauseauting sound of bone popping as Jack crunched down harder on her jaw, rearing up and tearing the flesh from her skin, exposing the white of her skull and filling the room with ear-splitting screams...
"Jack called the ambulance and they took you here," he went on, Jerry nodding slowly as he took in the new information. "They called me from work," he added, shifting in his chair.
"Uh, where is Jack?" Jerry asked with a nervous chuckle, looking around. A mirror caught his eye; as if Jack would burst out of one and tear both Jerry and his father apart.
"He was in here this morning," his Dad answered. "Wanted to see if you were alright," he added quickly, seeing Jerry's expression. "After that, I... I don't know where he went," he admitted, looking apologetic.
"Was he okay?" Jerry asked worriedly. He had shards of glass everywhere; how could he have not been injured from that?
"Yeah, he was fine," his Dad said with slight confusion in his voice. "Seemed really agitated about something though," he muttered, more to himself than Jerry.
"I gotta go talk to him," Jerry said suddenly, making to get out of the bed, when he felt his Dad's hands gently easing him back down.
"You can't go anywhere until I sign the discharge papers," he said with a slight chuckle to his voice, Jerry scowling at him. "And take it easy, you don't wanna rip your stitches open," he warned him.
"Well can you hurry up?" Jerry asked, squirming impatiently with a playful grin on his face. "It's depressing as Hell in here," he added in all seriousness, glancing at the walls as if they would start growing and crush him.
"I'll go talk to the Nurse," his Dad said reassuringly. "If she says it's alright, we can go," he reasoned.
"Sweet," Jerry said in relief, leaning back against his pillows, gritting his teeth as he felt the stitches under his hospital gown again.
"Try and eat your breakfast," he said as he stood up from his chair, gesturing to the tray on Jerry's bedside table.
Jerry raised an eyebrow at the omelette and the pieces of buttered toast. "You didn't make this, did you?" he asked with a mischievious grin.
"Ha-ha," his Dad shot back dryly, raising his eyebrows with a smirk. "You know you're a bad cook when hospital food is better than what you can do," he mused to himself, ruffling Jerry's hair as the two of them laughed.
He left the room to go talk to the Nurse and Jerry turned his attention to the omlette, finding himself to be famished. He picked up his fork and scooped up a generous portion of the omlettle, the melted cheese making it surprisingly slimy.
The omlette suddenly turned to flesh in his mouth and he gagged, refusing to swallow as those violent images of Jack, his father and Mrs Bueller flashing across his mind. Bile rose up in his throat and he shot out of bed, picking the bin up and emptying the contents of his stomach, and thankfully the omlette, into it. He groaned at the taste in his mouth, putting the bin back on the floor.
"Hey, we're free to go," his Dad said in relief as he re-entered the room, Jerry wiping his mouth as he did. "You alright?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, just stretching my legs," Jerry lied quickly, unable to bring himself to even look at the remaining food on his plate. "Um, where's my stuff?" he asked suddenly.
"They had to cut most of it off to get to the injuries," his Dad said and Jerry's face fell; that was his favourite shirt! "But your jeans are okay and I grabbed you a shirt before I left the house," he said, pointing to the pile of folded up clothes underneath the chair he had been sitting in.
"Thanks," Jerry said with a smile.
His Dad left the room so he could get changed. While he was, Jerry couldn't help but wonder if Jack was okay. He assumed even supposedly invincible flesh eaters had their limits.
The drive back wasn't a particularly awkward one, what with the silence, but Jerry did find it odd that his Dad hadn't even turned the music on...
"Dad?" he asked him suddenly, breaking the montonous silence at last.
"Hmm?" he grunted in affirmation, having to keep his eyes on the road.
"Can we stop off at the Dojo?" Jerry asked, then he searched his brain for a quick reason; he just needed to see if Jack was there, but he couldn't think of a way to explain that to his Dad without screwing something up. "I left my bag there a few days ago," he said, and knowing him anyway, it wasn't too big a stretch.
"Sure," he said with a smile. He switched gears and turned off at the next junction, Jerry looking out the window and swearing he could see wisps of smoke coming from the forest.
"Want me to wait here?" his Dad asked as they pulled up in the parking lot a few minutes later.
Jerry shook his head and unbuckled his seatbelt. "No, I'll probably be out for a bit with Kim," he lied, finding the act much easier than he liked. "Promised her I'd go see some movie about a horse tamer with her," he lied again, his Dad giving him a look of confusion.
"Yeah, I dunno, it's a girl's thing," he said with a shrug, his Dad chuckling as he opened the door and got out of the car.
"See you later," he waved, starting up the ignition.
"Bye," Jerry called back as he made his way into the Dojo.
Suprise, surprise, Jack wasn't there. Kim and Milton were though, and as soon as they saw him, they bounded over with widened eyes.
"Hey, Jerry," Kim asked, giving him a once-over. "Everything okay?" She looked at him like she was expecting him to fall to pieces.
"Yeah, we heard what happened," Milton said worriedly, a sympathetic look in his eyes.
"Eh, I've just gotta be more careful," he said with a flippant shrug; it wasn't like he didn't want to tell them everything, he couldn't. Aside from Jack, who would believe him? "Rudy, have you seen Jack?" he asked, looking at him expectantly.
"He came by this morning to say he wasn't going to be coming to classes anymore," Rudy said in a dismayed tone.
"What?! Why?" Jerry asked hurriedly.
"Says he's moving again," Rudy explained and Jerry felt his stomach drop. He'd left already? No, he couldn't-wouldn't have. "His Mum got a job offer in Indiana," he added, Kim nodding in confirmation beside him.
"Didn't say where he'd be, did he?" Jerry asked with a false smile on his face, trying to pass it off as an innocent question.
"Probably at home packing," Rudy said with a sympathetic smile in response. "You'll probably still be able to catch him; he said he was leaving later tonight," he added, gesturing to the door, although it wasn't like Jerry needed any incentive to go and find him.
"Thanks," but Jerry was practically half-way out of the door, so his thanks went unheard. Not that he particularly cared at this moment. He knew Jack wouldn't go back home, since that's the first place Jerry would look for him, and he knew that.
His phone beeped in his pocket as he crossed the courtyard. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the message; it was from Jack, and a shiver streaked down Jerry's backbone as he read it.
We need to talk. I'm out by the woods. - J
It was a fairly long walk - or run when Jerry didn't need to cross a busy road - almost to the edge of town. His legs were aching by the time he reached the forest, following the smell of smoke and... burning flesh, having a strange feeling he would find Jack to be behind it.
And he did. He was engulfed in the heat from a large fire, spewing embers and sparks everywhere as Jack piled multilated body upon body - what was left of his father's and Mrs Bueller's amongst them - atop the already large pile. Jerry swallowed at the sight in front of him; Jack must have been more careful than he realised.
"Hey, I got your text," Jerry called over the sound of the fire, Jack looking up as he had grabbed a hold of a man's ankles. "What's going on?" he asked, walking closer to him.
"Just cleaning up," Jack said with a shrug, nonchalantly tossing the body onto the fire, the flames intensifying. "You okay?" he asked, dusting off his hands.
"I'll live," Jerry said with a grateful smile, Jack returning one. "What about you?" he asked, giving him a once-over, to suprisingly find no scars on him. "You're the one that went into a mirror and turned into a... Whatever that was," he added dismissively, looking at Jack worriedly.
"I'm fine," he said, but his voice sounded quiet; detached. Now he could see him properly, Jerry noticed his eyes were also black and he still seemed to be feeling the after-effects of whatever that liquid had been.
"Rudy said you dropped out of classes," Jerry went on, and Jack licked his lips, looking guilty. "What's going on?" he asked in concern.
It was a while before Jack even made a sound; a heavy sigh left his lips and he turned to look at him. "I have to leave," he out eventually.
"What?" Jerry wasn't sure he heard him right.
"You saw what I turned into, Jerry," Jack told him knowingly and Jerry swallowed at the memories of Jack's demonic face. "I can't stay here anymore," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. He was treating it like it was no big deal, but it was to Jerry.
"Please tell me you're joking," he pleaded with him, although Jerry could see from the tone in his eyes that it wasn't.
"I'm not," Jack said with a shrug. "I can't risk hurting you," he said, pacing slightly as he spoke, trying not to stare at him for too long, Jerry noticed. "I don't know what I'm capable of anymore," he said off-handedly, Jerry seeing he was going off-kilter just from looking at him. "I could break your back just by hugging you, for all I know," he added.
"You won't," Jerry said firmly, shaking his head.
"Jerry," Jack began incredulously, the other boy swearing he saw Jack's eyes flash red. "You saw what I did to my father and Mrs Bueller," he pointed out, looking at him almost imploringly, willing him to see reason. "Hell, you saw pretty much all the news reports whenever I'd killed someone," he went on, his voice rising more and more.
"And they was before I injected myself with God-knows-what," he muttered to himself, the chuckle he let out afterwards sounding deranged and beyond the point of reason. He groaned and ran a hand over his face.
"So... so you're just gonna leave?" Jerry accused him in disbelief, looking at Jack like he was insane.
"I've got to," Jack said as a matter-of-factly, his tone indicating there was nothing he could do about it. "I don't want to, but I don't wanna hurt you either," he said with a sigh, the two things obviously not mutually exclusive from where Jack was standing.
"You won't," Jerry repeated, although this time he sounded like he didn't believe it himself.
The sudden change in Jack's eyes was eerie. "You'd bet your life on that?" he wondered with a sardonic smile, walking closer; Jerry became rooted to the spot. "Jerry, I'm the reason you were in the hospital in the first place; I'm the reason that my psycho of a father kidnapped you and was going to turn you into, bascially another me, I'm the reason you have to keep so many secrets from everyone," he said, Jerry able to see he was just rambling now, but as much as it hurt him to admit it, Jack was right.
"You'll be better off without me," Jack went on, putting his hands into his pockets. "Hell, the whole town's gonna be better off without me," he added with a weak chuckle, nodding his head in the direction of the fire.
"No!" Jerry said stubbornly, closing the space between him and Jack. "You don't get to just pack up and leave like this!" he said with frustration. He wanted to believe it wasn't so easy for him to just go like he was planning to, but then Jerry realised that's exactly what he'd been doing for the past few years.
"You should be grateful I'm even telling you in the first place," Jack shot back, his pockets now limply torn off from where he had clenched his fists inside them. "Excuse me for wanting to say goodbye to you," he snapped, his voice becoming a harsh and distorted growl.
Jerry suddenly looked sympathetic. "Jack..."
He suddenly turned away from him, furiously rubbing under his eyes and putting a hand over his mouth. He growled lowly and Jerry was unconciously reminded of that horrifying shriek.
"Hey, hey, come on..." he said with urging, reaching out a hand towards him and feeling Jack wavering and already beginning to turn back around.
Jerry swallowed as he came face to face with the demonic visage from yesterday, from his nightmares, the veins under Jack's eyes swollen and pulsing as his sclera blackened and the blackness of his eyes became that deadly, vibrant red. An unintentional growl came out of his throat and Jerry threw his arms around him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, grip tightening on Jerry's shirt. "I'm so sorry," he added, his voice shaking. He briefly nuzzled into his throat and Jerry stilled completely.
"It's okay," he said reassuringly, soothing rubbing a hand up and down his back.
"No it's not," Jack said with a growl of frustration, his voice distorting itself unintentionally. Jerry bit his lip nervously as Jack's grip increased. "I could hurt you," he repeated again and Jerry just kept hold of him, knowing that protesting would be futile.
"My Dad was right about one thing," Jack went on bitterly, murmuring something unintelligable under his breath. "I ended up killing everyone I ever care about," he admitted, Jerry feeling his weight sag briefly against him. "And I won't do that to you," he said with determination, his voice hardened.
"So don't," Jerry said simply; if only it were that easy.
"It's really not that easy," Jack said apologetically, Jerry not wanting to realise he was telling the truth. "Really won't be anymore," he added, and Jerry could feel those predatory eyes on his throat, those claws scraping at the fabric of his shirt...
He pulled away from the hug, holding Jack at arms length and looking at him pityingly as he managed to calm himself down, his eyes receeding and returning to normal; well, if he counted someone's eyes being black as normal..
"So there's nothing I can say?" he asked, looking at Jack with a strange sense of longing.
Jack shook his head. "I'm more dangerous now," he stated, clenching his fist and causing it to bleed almost instantly. "Even if I managed to stop killing you, I could really fuck up your life," he went on bluntly, Jerry slightly taken aback. "More than I have," he added sardonically.
"This is starting to seem like Twilight," Jerry grumbled, folding his arms in a huff.
"Except I'm not a sorry excuse for a dangerous creature and can actually can hurt you," Jack reminded him, but it wasn't like Jerry needed one. He just needed an opening to convince him to stay. "I'm sorry," he apologised in a whisper.
"I know," Jerry said with a resigned smile, briefly looking at the floor. "Maybe it would've been better if I'd been injected with that stuff," he mumbled under his breath.
"Hey!" Jack's sharp cry of indignation was accompanied by a 'light' slap to Jerry's chin, Jack taking hold of it and looking at him reprimandingly. Of course he'd heard that... "Don't ever say that again," he warned him in a low voice, the dark pools of his eyes glimmering frightfully.
"Well you wouldn't be leaving if I was," Jerry mumbled, feeling a little like a scolded child, shifting uncomfortably under Jack's gaze.
"No, we both would," Jack pointed out, Jerry's brows wrinkling in surprise. "So be grateful you still have your parents," he said with a light smile. "Or that your Dad isn't a psycho," he added, rolling his eyes in disdain, then glancing at the fire with a devious smirk.
"What'd you mean?"
Jack's expression softened, like he was going to break some bad news. "You honestly think you'd be able to stay around your Dad when you'll want to eat him?" he asked him, although it was clear the question didn't require an answer when they both knew the only one.
"You did," Jerry pointed out lamely. And look how well that turned out, he thought to himself, Jack clearly thinking the same thing as he raised his eyebrows.
"I ripped my Dad to shreds and my Mum's still in deep-freeze," Jack said, the harshness in his tone making Jerry shiver. "And I'm not" - Jack's hands moved up to cup his face - "gonna let that happen to you," he said firmly, pressing their foreheads together.
The kiss was soft, but brutal; all too soon, Jack pulled away and Jerry was staring into those soulless black eyes. "Okay?"
He was left without an answer as he abruptly turned on his heels and walked off, leaving Jerry with the pile of burning bodies; the touch of his lips still remaining. He sighed heavily and stared after Jack.
"Jack...!" he called after him in protest, but it was too late.
He was left alone yelling himself hoarse to the trees, with only the crackling of the fire to down them out.
By the time Jerry had gotten back to his house that night, the numbness in his throat was wearing off and the lump there was trying to dissolve into tears. But he told himself firmly that he wasn't going to cry over Jack leaving, he wasn't.
Thankfully after a movie with Kim - luckily she had seen the mood he was in and decided she could suffer through a Zompyre movie for him - he had came home to find his Dad's car wasn't in the driveway, and a note in the kitchen saying he had been called into work for a night shift as someone was off-sick.
He was glad; he wanted to be alone now. But on the other hand, aside from playing the same level of Mario Bros over and over again because he couldn't focus properly and kept mistiming Mario jumping over the goomba's, he didn't know what to do with himself. He felt hollow and empty. Over a guy, he thought with an incredulous snort.
But now he had the space to be by himself and cry, he found the tears wouldn't come. There was nothing he could do about Jack leaving; it was his choice. What could he do? Kidnap him and tie him up in his basement...?
The lump in his throat was back, but still no tears would come. Everything inside him was contradictory; he didn't want company, yet he was achingly lonely to the point where he just needed someone, anything, to fill the space.
Shuffling movements from downstairs distracted him and his brows furrowed in confusion. He paused his game and walked into the landing.
"Dad?" he called hesitantly, poking his head down the staircase. He didn't get a response, but he wasn't expecting one. He didn't think his Dad would be back early if he'd been recalled.
Probably just the neighbours or something, he mused to himself, walking back into his room. Only to find the window open and the curtains billowing in the breeze.
He went and shut them, swallowing hard. He then heard someone clearing their throat and spun around, coming face-to-face with Jack who was lounging casually against the wall.
"Jeez!" Jerry cried out in surprise, taking a step back, whilst Jack chuckled at him. "Give a guy a heart attack, why don't you?" he added with a roll of his eyes.
Jack said nothing and continued to smile lazily at him. Nostrils flaring, Jerry found himself suddenly angry with Jack's presence and the whole situation.
"What are you doing here?" he asked with hostility, folding his arms.
Jack pushed himself away from the wall and pointed to the window with that same lazy smile on his face. "Your window was open, I thought you should know," he said jokingly.
"Seriously?" Jerry asked imploringly, raising his eyebrows.
Jack's smile fell and his expression softened. "Thought I at least owed you a goodbye," he said with a heavy sigh, but Jerry didn't want his pity.
"If you're gonna go, just go," Jerry snapped back angrily, fists clenching by his sides while Jack looked on. "I don't need you 'rubbing salt in the wound', or whatever," he added dismissively, stubbornly looking away.
"Because it's easier like that?" Jack said, raising his eyebrows. "Right," he said with a chuckle of disbelief at Jerry's silence, turning around to leave.
Almost immediately, Jerry reached out and caught his wrist. "Hey, wait..." he trailed off, licking his lips nervously. "I just, I dunno, I'm mad at you," he got out finally, feeling frustrated with both Jack and himself.
"Well, I'm sorry I saved your life," Jack apologised with no meaning or bite behind it, prising his arm from Jerry's grip to fold his arms.
"Yeah?" Jerry retorted, cocking his head to the side, a grin creeping on his face.
"Yep," Jack gave as a short answer, popping the 'P'.
"Then, I'm sorry I gave enough of a crap to want to help you," Jerry shot back, Jack looking at him with that infuriating smirk that Jerry wanted to kiss off his mouth.
He then took a breath, breaking under Jack's gaze. "Actually, no I'm not," he admitted, giving him a lopsided smile.
Silence surrounded them as Jack smiled at him fondly, eyes briefly downcasting to the floor. Jerry watched him as he remained silent, raising a hand to his face and cupping it; eyes turning that blood red with snake-like capillaries. His quietness was terrifying Jerry; an unnerving chill streaking down his backbone.
But then, like a cobra - fast and almost deadly in his haste - Jack grabbed his waist roughly, and kissed him hard, muffling the gasp of surprise that slipped out of his mouth, pressing their bodies together. His senses went wild and he nearly lost it; there was a strange power eminating from Jack, and Jerry knew full well he could snap him in half if he wanted to. But he wasn't even attempting to do so; at the present moment, despite the teeth clashing kiss, his steel fingers were traling up his back with feather like touches.
Trying to make sense of everything clouding his mind, Jerry's hands gripped the hem of Jack's shirt, lifting it above his head and tossing it on the floor. Jack had done the same thing to him, the fabric ripped in half like it was nothing, leaving thin, bleeding lines that would serve as a reminder, and pooling to the ground.
Through the haze of a kiss that neither were keen on parting from, Jerry felt Jack's hands travelling down to his ass, lifting him up and slamming him back down onto his bed. He caught a glimpse of those red eyes as Jack leaned down, his lips tracing a hot trail of kisses along his neck. His voice came out as a small whimper as Jack's teeth bit softly at his skin, slowly working downwards until his lips were softly resting over the area of his heart.
Jerry held his breath as the scent of blood and smoke filled his nostrils, thinking Jack was going to literally devour him then and there, but instead he felt himself immediately stripped of his jeans and underwear. He kissed him hard, drowning him into a tidal wave of pure sensation, and he relaxed and let Jack pull him under.
A new, hidden side of Jack was suddenly open to him; horrifying, yet exciting. He didn't want soft and gentle, he needed his rough possession, claiming him, marking him with those dagger-like teeth, wrapping him up in a whirlwind of blood, fire and flesh that made him lose his mind.
He felt Jack's hand teasingly slip between his legs and and wrap around his erection and began to pump his hand in a tantalising rhythm. Jerry's breath came out in a whoosh! as he grabbed the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white at the pleasure coursing through his body.
He was slowly becoming delirious and a loud moan escaped his throat and just when he thought he would climax right then and there, Jack had removed his hand. Those red eyes were mischievious as Jerry looked up at him in utter disbelief, his breath coming out in pants. Then, he tasted him, the lingering scent and taste of his flesh that had transferred onto his hand.
Jack then rid himself of his remaining clothes and angled himself on top of him, his lips claiming his lips once more. Jerry had one moment to realise what Jack was about to do; his lips on his were a distraction and he cried out against them as he felt Jack push himself inside him, stretching him out and filling him up. Jerry cried out against his mouth and Jack growled lowly and bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, taking it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth.
Jerry was just getting used to the rhythm Jack had established, when Jack withdrew almost all the way out and then thrust into him again, bringing a cry of surrender from his mouth. Jerry sunk his nails into Jack's forearms as he took his length into his hand again and began to work him at a slow and torturous pace, in stark contrast to his rough thrusts.
There were no words to describe how Jack felt inside him except that Jerry thought he would spontaneously combust if Jack stopped; if he left, he reminded himself. He closed his eyes and desire and need drove him onwards. Jerry didn't just want him; he had to have him. The need drove him more than any ambition, and he wrapped his legs around his waist, trying to push him as far inside him as humanely possible.
Jack rolled his hips down impulsively and Jerry felt his body tense around Jack's length, tighter and tighter until he felt he was going to explode. He undulated under Jack's body and slapped a hand over his mouth as a scream of esctasy was ripped from his throat.
"Jerry, look at me." Jerry shook his head stubbornly as his body clenched tighter and tighter. Jack took his face in his hands and made him look at him, pressing his forehead against his. "Open your eyes."
He reluctantly did, his eyes boring into those dark red ones as the most powerful wave of his climax hit him like a tidal wave. Jack kept thrusting, before he reached completion, spilling his seed inside of him, his eyes fading from red to black as he came down from his high. They rested like that, locked in each other on top of the sweat-slicken bedsheets, breathing heavily as Jerry leaned against Jack's chest, breathing in his scent.
He reached up and played with his hair, kissing his forehead before Jerry felt him moving. He stubbornly kept hold of him, refusing to let go. Jack looked at him almost imploringly, but Jerry stood his ground.
"At least stay the night," Jerry asked nervously, biting his lip and holding onto Jack so tightly he could feel his skin bruising under his fingers. "Please? So I don't feel like some sort of..."
The plea died on his lips as Jack wordlessly kissed them tenderly, his hands ghosting over his face and into his hair, weaving his fingers into the mess. He broke away all too soon, but rested against him, cheek to cheek, and Jerry closed his eyes, keeping his arms around Jack as he laid back down. Even in the throes of sleep, he refused to let him go.
When the first rays of sunshine hit his face early that morning, Jerry kept them tightly shut, not wanting to open them because he knew what he would find - or rather, he corrected himself as his fingers brushed against empty bedsheets, wouldn't find.