Chapter 14: Beautiful Pain Pt. 3 (Final Night)
A/N: hey loves! Sorry this took so long, been busy with the move. After this chapter I'm not so sure if I'll continue it on this website but if you wish to continue reading please PM me and I will send the link. Yes, I am aware only site members can give PM's and it is for specific and personal reasons that I wish it to be this way. That being said I am considering adding another genre to this fic, what do you guys think about horror? :D
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*Warning(s): Almost rape, semi- mention of past rape and a couple of bad words.*
(Last Night Continued…)
By the time Jim and Bones returned to the apartment it was past midnight. They assumed everyone by now would be asleep but as they neared Jim's flat, something felt off.
"Shh… You hear that?"
"What?" They stood quietly listening for whatever it was Jim heard, Bones sighed and almost dismissed it for paranoia but then he herd it. A scream.
"Chekov!"
Sure enough they heard yelling from the top floor and Jim's instincts flared making him rush forward. His need to protect ran through, his mind running through all the worst case scenarios. Someone broke into their apartment, Sulu wasn't strong enough, they were hurting them and it was all his fault. He should have been there. A single thought plagued his mind as he neared the stairs, 'Please don't leave me…'
Jim swung the door open leaving Bones rushing after him. He could hear muffled voices and soft whimpers that made his blood boil. At first sight everything seemed normal, no sign of a struggle and the whimpers grew louder. His panic spiking once more as he realized it was coming from the balcony. Bones tried to hold him back, red fingers from being out in the cold too long slipped through his hands made the older man growl in irritation. Jim wasn't stopping for a second if it meant Chekov was in trouble.
"Damn it Jim! Control yourself!" But it was too late. Jim was already swinging the glass doors open and left in a flash of blonde hair.
"Chekov, answer me! Who-"
Jim's words froze on his tongue as he stared at the jumbled mess of limbs on the floor. Sulu's body lay over Chekov, his arms at both sides of his face, knees holding Chekov's thighs apart; Jim wasn't sure how to feel. Chekov's hands desperately tried to keep space between him and Sulu, tears staining rosy flushed cheeks from the cold; it was the last situation Jim ever wanted to see Chekov in and the voice in the back of his mind whimpered in silent pleading. 'Not again… Not him…'
"Jim...?"
Chekov's voice croaked out between sobs just as Bones walked in too stunned for words as he stared at the ground. Jim's fists curled unable to control the rage, anger building from the rush of memories long forgotten, it was too much all at once. Jim lunged throwing Sulu off of Chekov's trembling form like a brute animal.
"Get off of him!" Jim shouted kicking Sulu's sluggish form away and pulled the crying boy into his lap. "I've got you pasha…its okay now…"
Finally Chekov gave in allowing himself to cry harder as his arms wrapped around the blondes neck. He was safe now, it was over, Jim was finally home. At that moment everyone turned to stare at Sulu and it was obvious that the man felt a huge amount of guilt for his actions, yet Jim could care less. Sulu cringed at the frightful glare Jim's eyes gave him. He had never seen the man angry before but he was sure if looks could kill, Jim's would definitely bring destruction and leave him a bloody mess of horror and gore.
"What the fuck Sulu! I trusted you!" Sulu looked between the small group huddled near Chekov, brown eyes scanning their faces as if the answer were written there in big black ink. Then his eyes landed on Chekov, the small boy seemed to look even smaller now curled in Jim's embrace. Tiny twinkling gray hues glanced up and he mentally cursed himself for not having more self control, this wasn't how things were supposed to happen. He went about things all wrong, and he wasn't sure if he could ever make them right.
"I… Jim, I know what it looks like, but-"
"If you even think about justifying what you did, I'll tear you limb from limb!" Sulu gulped nervously, Jim wasn't one for lame excuses, but that's all he had at the moment. What could he possibly say that wouldn't set Jim off? He sighed, another glance at Chekov's tear streaked face had his shoulders slumped and head hung low in defeat.
"I'm sorry… It doesn't make things right, I know that already and it sure as hell won't gain me back your trust Jim… I just hope you could forgive me someday Chekov…"
Chekov wanted to cry out, he wanted to rush forward and hold the man back; there was just so much he wanted to say. Sulu didn't have the heart to look back, he just stood up and moved forward. Bones looked down sighed giving the pair an apologetic stare turning to follow Sulu out of the apartment.
"I'm sorry too kid… I didn't mean for any of this to happen… Look, I wont make you go with your first client. It wont be any god with this happening and all… I'll call you guys later…"
Jim only nodded as he watched Bones leave and only relaxed once the front door was closed. He held Chekov closer kissing the soft golden curls on his head and wiped his tears. The poor boy was stiff in his arms, breathing hard and staring off into the distance for so long it was starting to make Jim worry.
"Pav? Pav baby, did he do anything to you?" Despite his efforts Chekov continued to stare off leaving Jim to sigh and wait for a response.
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Sulu walked out of the apartment building, it was freezing cold but it hardly mattered in comparison to what he almost, did to Chekov. It was disgusting and he wondered if the boy would ever forgive him, but the little voice in the back of his mind whispered and wished he wouldn't.
Frustrated and angered he punched the stone pillars of the parking lot biting back pained cries. His fist covered in scratches and small dents from the stone began to swell red but he breathed through the pain and punched it again and again till it became an ugly bloody mess.
By the time Bones found him Sulu was clutching his hand to his chest crying silently. Of course he was angry, he couldn't believe Sulu of all people had tried the unthinkable with the younger blonde. He looked so pitiful and lost, so heart broken and afraid it reminded Bones of the first time they met. A night so long ago beaten bloody to a pulp in an alley behind a pub; they were so much younger back then.
"You look like hell…" Sulu laughed through the tears, it sounded more like a pitiful sob.
"Been there and back again… But we both now you've seen me in worse conditions…" Bones smiled kicking the gravel below his feet thinking back to those times. Sulu sniffled dabbing his bloodied fist on his shirt.
"I can't have you doing this… It's gonna kill you falling for this kid Hikaru."
"Now look who's telling who to watch their shit. How the tables turn…" Bones sighed rummaging through his pockets till he found what he was looking for. It surprised Sulu when he took out a box of menthols.
"Cigarettes?" Bones nodded taking a long drag and stuffed the lighter back into his pocket.
"Ya, what of it, I'm a grown man… I took them from Jim, but lets not change the subject. This has gotta stop Sulu. For your own good clean up your act and pretend like nothing happened, move on before this gets out of control." Sulu laughed taking the cigarette from Bones lips. He grumbled and glared but Sulu only continued to smoke as if it were a simple task as breathing.
"I can't. I won't. I can't do this anymore Leonard…I'm tired of this, all of it. I'm sick of your shit!"
"Watch it! If it weren't for my so called "shit", you wouldn't be here right now!" Sulu threw the cigarette, stomping his foot over it angrily. He stomped his way in front of Leonard, brows furrowed in anger, lips set in a deep scowl; Bones had never seen the man so angry.
"No! you know what? You watch it! Because sooner or later your shits gonna get us into some big mess, not even you, will be able to pull our asses out of!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down damn it! I told you I'd take care of it-" Bones words only seemed to cause Sulu to snort in angry laughter, he seemed on the brink of madness.
"Oh, you'll take care of it? Is that what your calling it? With the cops following us? You fucking idiot, it's turned into a full blown investigation! There's detectives following our every move Leonard! Have you even told them, what's going on!?" Bones was left stunned for a second, Sulu had never spoken to him like this. Sure they had fights, but it had never gotten this intense.
Sulu sighed, pulling at his hair in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose, if Jim were standing next to them he would have laughed at how similar Sulu seemed in comparison to Bones. But Jim wasn't standing there with them, and it wasn't any other normal day, he wasn't sure if things could go back to the way they were after what had almost happened.
"You have tell them the truth Leonard…" Bones tilted his head slightly in confusion but Sulu knew him so well he could see right through the act.
"What are you on about now Sulu?" Sulu sighed.
"Cut the act Leo… You know it doesn't work on me…"
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Chekov breathed in deeply. His eyes glanced around the room frantically as if he had no idea where he was. His fingers tightened around Jim's arm and his finger nails dug deep into the exposed flesh making Jim wince and hiss in pain.
"Chekov, your claws are digging in pretty deep. Loosen up a little will ya?" Chekov gasped snatching his hands away from Jim. Only one thought ran through his mind.
'Sulu…'
"Pav, what's wrong?" The boy began to fidget and struggle within Jim's embrace.
Jim almost thought the boy to be having some sort of fit when his huffing and puffing turned to anguished sobs and desperate pleas for release.
"Sulu! Please, I- I have- I Have to get to Sulu! I need to find him please! Please Jim!"
"That animal almost ra- no! I wont let you!"
Chekov clutched desperately at the loose clothing of Jim's shirt. Jim swallowed nervously unsure of what course of action to take. In this desperate state the boy looked so much younger. It killed his very soul to watch him tremble and weep, the heavy amount of despair, Jim was not sure what had caused it. It was with a heavy heart that Jim allowed a soft sigh to slip past his lips and he leaned forward to kiss the golden disheveled mess of curls with a saddened smile.
"I cant keep you caged, you weren't meant for it." With one last heart filled glance, Jim smiled. "Go to him… If he tries anything again, I cant promise I wont rip off his family jewels though…"
Chekov laughed lightly before bolting for the door. He ran down the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him and only slowed down once he stepped out the front door. The wind blew darkened curls over his eyes, grey hues searching desperately for the one he longed for.
The boy whimpered thinking it was too late and almost turned around to leave till he heard the angered voices of his friends arguing in the parking lot. He could just make them out, both with fisted hands and angered hushed voices. Bones looked around the lot as if worried about something Chekov couldn't be sure of; he guessed it was over the current situation that happened upstairs. But he couldn't be certain, not wanting to be the cause for the break of their friendship, Chekov ran towards them, unaware of the true topic of their argument.
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"Don't you think they haven't questioned why their "job" pays so much? Why the client has to pay so much for something that's usually just a cheap fuck?! I can't believe you, you fucking ignorant, heartless bastard! They're just kids! Trying to make something out of their shitty lives and here you are destroying their last chance at escape!"
Sulu spit at the ground feeling a rush of angry bile rising up his throat, he glared at the ground before looking back up to his long time friend. He had always looked up to Leonard, always wanted to be tougher like him, yet standing there now, Leonard looked nothing but a coward. It made the bile sting the back of his throat and almost caused him to choke out in disgust.
"Tell them the truth Leonard… March your ass up there and tell them what's really up."
"No…" There was no doubt Sulu was pissed, but this was on a whole different level. He never imagined Sulu would be the one to crack first.
"No… Not yet. I'll tell them when they need to know-"
"Damn it Leonard! Now! Tell them now! Tell them the damn truth and get them the hell as far away from here as you can! Just please… For God's sake tell them…"
For the longest time it seemed like neither would speak, and nobody. No cars or wind broke the sound, not even a cricket or the tumble of trash from the gentle breeze. Then soft footsteps slowed to a stop, a small gasp escaped from swollen rosy lips and grey hues glistened with new found tears. He had walked in on a terrible conversation.
"Tell us what Sulu…? What truth…?" the man looked biting his lips and glanced between the boy and Leonard. He knew the man wouldn't speak, and the anger one the best of him, he couldn't keep Chekov in the dark. He cared for the boy and Jim far too much to keep playing at this game.
"If you won't tell him Leonard I will… It's only right that you should know Pavel…" Chekov looked them over nervously; he wondered if he should just turn back and run to be safe with Jim. Whatever this truth was, he was sure he didn't want to know, yet there was no turning back now; he already asked.
"Wh- what are you talking about Sulu?" Sulu smiled, it was an odd smile Chekov couldn't read the emotion behind the strange expression, and he didn't like it. Slowly the boy found himself taking small steps back and Sulu only came that much closer each time; it was terribly frightening. He felt like a cornered animal about to be shredded to pieces.
"The truth baby boy… You wanna know how I got to run this place? Why Jim got so much money on his first so called job?" He paused looking back at Leonard, but the man didn't have the decency to look up from the gravel filled floor. "Drugs Chekov… Drugs run this operation. It's the reason we're loaded with cash, the reason why we run half the city… And it's the reason we're being investigated by the cops…"
Chekov released a strangled cry, his knees hit the floor and his face fell into his waiting hands. He had never felt so played and helpless in his life. Chekov wished he had stayed upstairs with Jim.