Note; Alright last chapter.... and it's very angsty. Haha... Anyway, I'll start working on the sequel when I get everything together about the villain and stuff. I hope you enjoy, and hopefully I won't keep you waiting for long. And I want to thank you all for getting me to actually continue this. I definitely had doubts when I first started to work on it, cause from what I've seen when I first started people were huge on Ethan and Jayden. Which in all honest confuses the crap out of me... I just don't see it.... I really don't... and I feel like it would be too much fluff... Just sayin'. But whatever floats your boat I guess. /shrugs
Anywho, thank you all for your wonderful reviews. :D
I'll also throw up that one shot... once I get to working on it. Haha.
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Disclaimer; I do not own any characters from this game. They belong to Quantic Dream... Except for Riley, Hunter, and Baldric... They're mine. :3
Warnings; This contains spoilers from the game. There is violence, drug reference, and mature content in future chapters.
Pairings; Carter Blake x Norman Jayden
Chapter XXV
It was odd to wake up alone after being with Blake. He sat up and winced from the throbbing pain in his shoulder and head. He didn't know if the pain in his head was from a hangover or withdrawals, though from how violently he was shaking he guessed withdrawals. He looked to his suitcase which was all packed up and he climbed out of the bed. The words from Blake replayed in his head and he began to wonder if he was being serious about what he said, then again a lot of people fail at lying when they're drunk. He ran a hand through his hair and stood up straight, heading towards his suitcase so he could get dressed for the day. He'd close everything up at the station and then he'd drive back to Washington, and then he'd be alone again. He put his head down and sat down on the ground, pulling his knees to his chest he rested his head on them. He felt sick, and his body was beginning to ache, he was unsure why though. Why did he hurt so much? His eyes shifted towards the door at the sound of a knock, he just sat there and looked away from the door, he didn't want to answer it… he just wanted to sit there. 'Hey now, don't look so sad, remember that you can have as much tripto as you want. No more Blake meaning no more restrictions.' He closed his eyes tight and rocked slightly ignoring the sound of another knock on the door. The next knock however was louder and the sound painfully crashed through his skull, he looked up and towards the door as he found it opening. Blake looked over to Jayden in annoyance as he slammed the door, only adding the pain to both of their headaches.
"Is there a reason you didn't answer the fucking door?" Jayden looked from Blake back to the suitcase with a bored shrug. Blake watched him then rolled his eyes as he grabbed Jayden and yanked him off the floor. "The fuck is your problem?"
"Nothing… Why are you here anyway?" Blake smirked as he shoved Jayden on the bed.
"Due to the fact I woke up alone, I'm guessing we didn't fuck. And I'm not letting that sweet ass of yours leave this place without me being inside of it one last time." Jayden sat up and was about to push Blake back so he could get up, but the older man grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed. He yanked both of Jayden's arms above his head and smirked as Jayden gave a cry in pain from his injured shoulder. Blake used the man's cry to his advantage and brutally kissed the younger man, who thrashed against him. Blake pulled his head back and kissed along Jayden's neck, tightening his grip as Jayden began to struggle.
"Blake, stop! " He yelled in a pain filled voice, he wasn't in the mood to be fucked by Blake. He wanted to end this pointless relationship between them, if you could call it a relationship. Blake easily transferred both of Jayden's wrists into one hand as he looked to the gauze over his shoulder.
"Stop moving so much, you're going to tear your stitches… How are they doing by the way?" Blake smirked down at Jayden. He moved his free hand and pulled off the gauze. His eyes shifted to the red skin around the wound then fell on the wound noticing the stitches were accompanied with scabs.
"Blake, stop, you're hurt-" He cut himself off with a pain filled cry and Blake cruelly pressed his thumb against the wound. "Fuck!" Jayden screamed while writhing in pain, Blake smirked before he slowly moved his thumb off the wound.
"That sensitive, huh?" Blake asked moving his head and allowing his hot breath to trail across the wound.
"Get off me." Jayden demanded while continuing to struggle, he winced and hissed in pain as Blake ran his tongue along the wound. "Stop…"
"No." The man replied flatly while sitting up and looking at the distressed Jayden. He slowly let go of Jayden's wrists before he worked on pulling off the man's boxers, leaving the man completely naked under him. Jayden attempted to pull away but Blake held him down by his wrists again, he glared darkly into Jayden's eyes.
"Please just, get off… you're hurting me."
"You think I care?" Blake asked in annoyance as he sat up and worked on taking off his tie and shirt.
"I don't get what you want from me! One moment we're civil with each other, and the next you're an asshole! What the fuck is your problem!" He gave a yelp in pain as Blake dug his thumb into his wound. He weakly moved his hands and tried to push him away. Blake leaned down and cruelly kissed Jayden, and he continued to kiss the man even as he struggled to breath. Pulling his thumb away from the wound he worked on taking off his pants. Breaking the kiss he smirked as Jayden turned his head away and panted. He quickly moved and attempted to pull away from Blake but the man easily pulled him back. He grabbed Jayden's thighs and held them at his sides as he blindly guided his hardened length to Jayden's entrance. "No, Carter, stop!" Jayden yelled while struggling. He gave a cry in pain as the older man ruthlessly impaled him. "N-no." He sobbed weakly as Blake grabbed his wrists and began to thrust into him.
Blake ignored Jayden's protests as he continued to thrust. All he focused on was the wonderful tight heat that surrounded him. The sound of Jayden's cries was almost enough for him to climax, but he needed this to last. He needed to know why part of him wanted to pull out and ask Jayden for forgiveness, where the other part of him wanted to beat him and continue to ruthlessly fuck him into the bed. He slammed in full hilt and glared down at Jayden who was pointlessly struggling. Blake stared down into the man's glassy blood shot eyes and the damn feeling of guilt washed over him. He tightened his grip on Jayden's wrists listening to the man cry out. Watching him thrash his head that feeling of confusion began to build up. He hated being confused, it was worse than being helpless or humiliated, not that he felt much of the latter two. He let go of Jayden's wrists and sat up, grabbing the man's hips he went back to ruthlessly slamming into the younger man.
Jayden cried out in pain as he desperately tried to pry Blake's hands off his hips, knowing that the man was just marking him with more bruises. He gritted his teeth as he struggled against Blake, it was worse than the first time the older man raped him, now it meant something different. It wasn't just humiliating, it was heart breaking. He thought he was getting somewhere with the man, they had been talking and getting along, but now… now it was like they were back to square one. "Get off me!"
"Why!? So you can get back to your fucking drugs faster?" Blake hissed down at him while speeding up. Jayden cried out in pain he could feel the blood drip out of him from Blake ruthlessly raping him.
"P-please, Carter!" He panted as the man slammed into him and stopped. Jayden hesitantly opened his eyes and looked up to Blake. Though he regretted it as he stared into the older man's cold glaring eyes, he could feel more pain rush through him from the look. "Stop… please… stop?" Blake gave a dark chuckle as he moved his hands off Jayden's hips and rested them next to Jayden's head.
"Let me guess, I'm hurting you?" Blake asked cruelly. "Well, let me tell you something, Norman. I don't care if I hurt you, you're nothing to me." Blake stated in a harsh tone, he smirked at the pained look on Jayden's face. "Now get over yourself and start moaning like the slut you are." Jayden turned his head away allowing the tears to fall from his eyes as Blake began to thrust again. "I can't hear you." Blake hissed while cruelly grabbing Jayden's length. Jayden whimpered then gritted his teeth, refusing to be Blake's slut… or was he already his slut? Either way he had to bring some of his pride home. He gave a small yelp as the man pulled out of him. "Not going to moan?" Jayden just glared up at Blake for his response. "Fine… That mouth of yours is good at this too." Jayden felt Blake grab his hair and he watched the man sit up on his knees. Jayden found himself pulled up on his knees then forwards towards the cock that had been painted in his blood. He attempted to protest but he just wound up with Blake thrusting into his mouth. "How do you taste, slut?" Blake asked harshly, Jayden whimpered as he found Blake continue to thrust in his mouth.
Jayden attempted to pull away only for Blake to yank his hair, Jayden gave a soft whimper against the man's length. He began to debate if he should do something to get this done and over with, then again Blake would be able to keep him as his slut instead of anything else. He allowed his tears of frustration to escape from his eyes as he attempted to get away from the man who was raping his mouth. 'Why is he doing this? I thought we were past this shit!' He was tempted to bite the man to get him to back off, but he knew that would make everything worse. He finally stopped moving and allowed the man to continue, he could already taste the man's precum. He found himself shocked as Blake pulled out, he closed his eyes as the man's seed shot out on his face, neck and chest. He pulled away from Blake, refusing to look at the man, wishing he would leave so he could shower and get the fuck out of this place. He gave a soft cry as he found himself forced on his stomach; he clenched the sheets tightly in his hands as Blake forced himself back inside of his tight opening. Jayden cried out in pain as he pressed his face against the blanket, getting some of the man's cum off before he turned his head to look at the older man.
"W…why a-are, uhhh, you d…doing this?" Jayden begged to know, he yelped as Blake tightened his bruising grip on his hips. In all honesty Blake didn't have an answer, he didn't know what was driving him to do this, perhaps the fear of the man getting passed his defense. Jayden had a way to get to Blake, and he hated that. Not even Ash knew about his sister and he was pissed that Jayden managed to get that information from him, so he needed to drive Jayden away. And why not get some enjoyment out of that? "Blake! Please!" The man screamed in torment.
"Did I tell you to beg? Be a good boy and moan." Blake hissed as he slammed into the man's prostate, hearing the loud moan he smirked as he continued hitting that spot. He could feel Jayden shiver and he smirked as he continued. "That's a good slut." Jayden closed his eyes tight and gripped the blankets of the bed as one of Blake's hands grabbed onto his hardening length. He continued to roughly jerk Jayden in time with his thrusts and stopped just before Jayden climaxed. Jayden whimpered against the sheets and slowly looked back towards Blake, his eyes full of hurt and humiliation. "You can start begging now." Blake teased with a smirk.
"Why are you being like this…? Last night you told me you wanted me to stay." Blake grabbed Jayden's hair and pulled his head back brushing his lips against the younger man's ear before he began to talk.
"I don't remember shit from last night! Your friend was just fucking shot in front of you. I figured since you were my partner I'd give you a nice way to end a shitty day! I don't care about you! You're just a nice fuck!" Blake yelled as he thought of what else he could say to get the man to leave. "Your work here is done. Hunter's back in Washington and Riley's getting buried, permanently. So we don't need you anymore, Norman." Blake hissed before tightening his grip on Jayden's hair, smirking as the man gave a small cry in pain. "Now start moving those hips of yours, if you want to cum then you have to work for it." Blake added as he let go of Jayden's hair and sat up straight. Jayden gave a soft sob before he moved his hips, rocking them back into Blake, giving soft moans as the man's length hit his prostate. He continued and sped up the motion rotating his hips to increase his pleasure, he gave a loud moan in approval as Blake began to thrust against him, increasing the force of their movements. Jayden cried out loudly as the two of them came, Blake thrusted a couple more times before pulling out. Jayden panted against the bed feeling humiliation wash over him as he realized he gave into Blake, he really was the older man's slut. He stayed in the position he was in, hating how humiliating he looked with his ass in the air and cum and blood dripping out of his abused hole. He listened to Blake get dressed, and closed his eyes when he heard the door open then slam closed. For a second time that morning he was alone, and he hated it.
Slowly he sat up on his knees, looking at the filthy bed he pulled himself to his feet and made his way to the shower. He felt sick as he entered the bathroom and quickly moved to the toilet where he began to throw up. He shook violently as he stopped and blinked as he watched blood drip into the toilet, he moved a hand and felt under his nose to find out he was bleeding. He sat up again and hung his head wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, slowly he stood up. Flushing the toilet he walked into the shower and turned it on, allowing the hot water to rush down his body. 'Still going to refuse tripto?' He could hear the voice muse; he frowned at the question, forgetting everything that happened here didn't sound half bad.
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Blake sat in his car in the parking lot. The car was off but he still gripped the steering wheel in his hands. His head was swimming in pain and thoughts, he looked around the car then pulled open the glove box searching it he pulled out the empty prescription bottle and carelessly tossed it in the back. He glared ahead as he continued to search the glove box, not finding another bottle he sat up straight and stared out the windshield. He began to wonder if he should take a rain check from work today his head was killing him and he was in no mood to deal with the morons that walked around the office. He frowned at the sight of a taxi in his rearview mirror he watched as Jayden stepped out of it and made his way to his car. 'That's right, go back to fucking Washington.' He could see the lost look on the younger man's face and he leaned back in his seat, guilt once more viciously attacking his brain. He didn't understand that confusion, that fear that Jayden brought to him. He wasn't someone to fear anything, instead he was the one who instilled fear… he was the cause of it. Yet Jayden had a way to make that emotion swim around his brain. He slowly started to grind his teeth at the thought. He never should have let it get personal. He should have kept it strictly sex, and then maybe he wouldn't be so conflicted now that the man had to leave.
He rubbed his face while thinking about what the man said, 'Last night you wanted me to stay.' He groaned in annoyance, he didn't know why he tried to out drink Jayden, it was obvious from the empty Smirnoff bottle in his room next to the half empty bottle that the man drank a lot. But he wasn't one to pass up a challenge, his pride wouldn't allow it. He watched as Jayden put his suitcase in the back before climbing in the driver's seat, where he too just sat there. All he could think about was the pained look on the man's face, his pleading, his questioning. He took in a deep breath before he looked away from the rearview and opened the door; climbing out of the car he adjusted his jacket before heading towards the station. "Blake!" for the life of him he didn't know why he stopped walking, he didn't know why he didn't just ignore the agent and shove through the precinct doors and get to work. He slowly turned around and looked to Jayden who was walking towards him. "Do I at least get an explanation before I leave?"
"I already told you, you're nothing to me, just a nice piece of ass. Now do us both a favor and go back to Washington." Blake said before turning away and continuing to walk towards the door.
"You're full of shit, you know that!?" Blake gritted his teeth and turned around. Facing the younger man he easily closed the space between them. Grabbing Jayden by the collar of his shirt he glared in the man's eyes, ignoring the officers who stopped what they were doing to watch them. "What are you going to do, Blake? Beat the shit out of me; prove that I'm nothing to you? Well go ahead and do it. Or are you afraid you'll get in trouble for attacking a federal agent?" Jayden held anger and hurt in his eyes as he tried to read the expression in Blake's eyes, he blinked as he was shoved harshly backwards. He stumbled before catching his footing watching Blake clench his hands into fists. That was the anger he knew Blake for… then what was the look before? "Come on asshole, this is the last time you'll ever see me, I'm never coming back to this fucking place!" Jayden snapped, he didn't know why it hurt to say those words, he hated this place, it was depressing and painful. Both times coming here he found himself in pain, both emotional and physical, and now… now the emotional pain was worse. He couldn't wait to go back to Washington, he couldn't wait to go to his untouched home and inhale the rest of his triptocaine, to end his pathetic life. To forget about everything so he could have some clarity before he died.
"Good, then get the fuck out of here! What's stopping you?!" Jayden had to think of an answer for the question. What was stopping him? He wanted help, he wanted to know this was some sort of sick joke, he wanted to go back to laughing and hanging out with the older man. Isn't that what people did before they committed suicide? They looked for someone to be their last hope, someone to save them before they went on with the deed? Isn't that what he was to Clay? His last hope? Jayden stood there in shock by the question, how could he answer that? What was he supposed to say? Part of him wanted to fall to his hands and knees and cry and beg to be saved. He wanted to be told he would be fine, that everything would be fine, to feel warm arms wrap around him and hear a reassuring voice tell him everything would be better. Another part of him wanted to leave and just go on with his suicide, to go back to the lone house and burry his memories under vial after vial of triptocaine. The last part of him wanted to yell and scream at Blake, admit his hurt and his confusion, and beat the shit out of him, hoping to return his own pain on the man. But which one was the right choice?
Blake watched the man then rolled his eyes as he turned his back to Jayden and walked into the precinct, leaving the man alone in the rain. Reaching his desk he pulled off his coat and sat down, staring at his computer uninterested with what was on his screen after he logged on. He could feel Ash stare at him and slowly he looked away from the computer to the man who sat across from him. He watched as the man hesitantly went back to work deciding against whatever he was thinking, Blake slowly looked back to his computer and blinked as he heard someone walking towards him. He boredly looked up and found himself in shock as he was punched hard across the face. His head snapped to the side and pain throbbed through his head increasing his headache. He jumped out of his chair and tackled his assailant recognizing the yelp as he punched Jayden hard across the face. He glared down at the younger man who desperately struggled against him, Blake's glare hardened as he punched the man again soon finding officer's to pull him off and away from Jayden, who was then helped to his feet.
"What in God's name is going on here?" Perry yelled as he walked out of his office. Baldric boredly stood next to the man watching Jayden and Blake in amusement as the two struggled against the men and women who held them back from one another. They reminded him of rabid dogs, which was odd coming from Jayden. God's name, Blake almost scoffed at the question, like god had anything to do with this, if the fucking bastard existed that was. This was just humanity at its finest, the anger that came off both of them, the confusion, the hurt, nothing of this had to do with God if it did he knew he would have been smited a long time ago.
"Nothing." Jayden muttered. Blake found himself surprised when the man stopped struggling, that helplessness once more coming to the Agents face. All it did was fuel Blake's anger.
"Nothing? You fucking assaulted me!"
"Like you should talk…! Do I have to remind you about all the times you've assaulted me!?"
"Well, this is rather amusing, but I should probably go, I have things to attend to back in Washington. Jayden you can have you pissing match with Lieutenant Blake later, shouldn't you to be finishing your work on the case? You know… paperwork and such?" Baldric asked idly as he straightened his tie.
"He's not needed anymore, why not take the fucking kid back with you?" Blake asked darkly, while glaring at Jayden who matched his glare.
"Hmm, come on then Jayden, we have a funeral to attend." Baldric said with a shrug.
"With all due respect sir, I'm not finished here yet. I do still have things to do." Baldric looked between Blake and Jayden and gave an annoyed sigh as he walked passed them.
"Be sure to be back soon, I'd hate for you to miss another friend's funeral." Jayden stopped struggling at the words that left Baldric's mouth. He blinked as the people holding him slowly let him go. Hesitantly he stood up and straightened out his black suit jacket. Without another word he walked away from Blake and walked into his office, closing the door behind him he leaned against it with a solemn look on his face. 'Maybe I'll die in ARI… that'll make all of this better…' Jayden walked over to the desk and sat down, pulling out ARI he slipped them on, finding himself under the sea, he looked around at the friendly fish that swam around him. He slowly moved his hand and pulled out his files, he rested his hands on the desk and drummed his fingers on it, just staring.
He didn't know how long he sat there; he could feel the warm liquid drip from his eyes. The water around him became dark and cold, the sun was no longer visible, but he didn't care as he continued to drum his fingers on the desk. He ignored the fact he was shaking and in immense pain, he slowly began to grind his teeth to distract himself from the fact, slowly coming to the realization he was struggling to breath. He wanted to rip off the glass but instead he just sat there staring at the closed file that hovered in front of his face. He was then snapped back to reality as his glasses were pulled off by someone else. His blood shot eyes moved from staring at nothing to looking over to Blake who slammed his glasses down on the table. He found Blake's hand grabbing his throat and found his limp body being yanked out of the chair and slammed against the wall. A distant emotionless expression took over Jayden's face as he watched Blake's lips move, he couldn't hear him though.
Blake stopped talking when he realized Jayden wasn't listening, his eyes locked onto Jayden's distant ones and he wondered if the man could even see him. He felt that damn worry come to him as he loosened his grip on Jayden's neck and rested his hand on the man's good shoulder. Gaining his attention from the simple act, they stayed silent as they stared at one another. Blake frowned when he saw the horrible sadness in Jayden's eyes. He slowly pulled away and rubbed his face while muttering 'damn it' under his breath. Jayden slowly slid down the wall and used the sleeve of his suit jacket to wipe the blood off his face. He slowly pulled his knees to his chest ignoring the older man who stood a few feet from him.
That damn guilt and regret came back to him as he stared down at the obviously depressed Agent. He wished he could take everything back, from the friendly conversations to the rape. Jayden was still just a kid, still held a small innocence to him, but that drove Blake crazy, along with his superior attitude which he thankfully beat out of him. He had to question why he didn't feel bad for that, he had to question why he thought he should have felt bad at all. He was Carter Fucking Blake; he was the unstoppable force that basically ran the entire police force. No one stood up to him and no one got in his way, he didn't feel regret, or guilt, or confusion. Yet in a week and a half the man was able to get him to feel all of those emotions, and he hated it. He didn't even have any of his pills with him to attempt and get rid of the fucking emotions. He didn't have pills to make him happy-go-fucking-lucky, instead all he had was these emotions he had basically blocked out of his life and he didn't know what to do with them.
"I'm sorry…" Blake flinched at the words that left Jayden's mouth. He was sorry? Shouldn't it have been the other way around? Wasn't he supposed to apologize for raping him and calling him nothing more than a worthless slut? "For whatever I did, that pissed you off this much… I'm… I'm sorry." Blake gave a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his short hair. His pride wanted Jayden to continue, to just sit there and smile as Jayden apologized for things that weren't even his fault. Yet that guilt that was building wanted to tell the man to stop, that it wasn't his fault. Biting his tongue he decided to take the pride route as he stared down at Jayden an uninterested look on his face as Jayden shifted and looked up at him.
"Right," He drawled out in a bored manner, his eyes slowly shifting towards the ARI glasses that sat on the desk, "And is there a reason you're trying to kill yourself? What feeling sorry for yourself? If so what for? What the fuck is so horrible in your life that gives you the right to end it." He hissed, out of all the things he'd seen in his life suicide was the thing he hated the most. He found himself staring at the bodies with pure hatred, what gave them the right to end their lives? Out of all the shit he'd been through, and no matter how wonderful it sounded to put his gun to his head and pull the trigger he was always able to fight it off. Yet he found himself staring at these bodies of these fucking kids who took their entire life for granted before ending it without even thinking, they were pathetic, and didn't deserve anyone's pity or time.
"What do you care? I'm just a slut right, a worthless piece of ass to you."
"Exactly, but you're my slut. And you're not done with your services to me." Blake said cruelly, Jayden slowly looked Blake in the eyes.
"Since when do you own me?" Jayden asked in mock interest, Blake smirked as he looked down at the man.
"You can't really do your job for me if you live in Washington now can you?" Jayden blinked as he slowly pulled himself to his feet.
"Your point being…?" Jayden asked, his heart pounding in his chest wondering if Blake was going to ask him to stay.
"You're quitting the FBI and working here." It wasn't a question it was a demand, it wasn't exactly what he was looking for but he guessed he couldn't get anything nice from the man unless he was drunk.
"Right, and where exactly would I live?" Jayden asked arching your eyebrow.
"Like I care, you'll spend most of your time on my bed." Blake said as he turned on his heel and headed towards the door.
"What about when you get sick of me?" Jayden muttered, Blake looked over to Jayden then back towards the door.
"Then I'll kick you out of my house and send you back to Washington." He said with a dismissive wave while he pulled open the door and walked out of the office. Jayden gave a soft smile as he sat down in the chair, unconsciously fiddling with ARI as he thought about the idea. It wasn't what he had in mind about the whole staying thing, he knew Blake was using him but for an odd reason he didn't care. He craved the way Blake treated him, though he enjoyed the kindness Blake showed when he was drunk he loved and craved the cruel brutality the man had. It was enough to make him shiver with anticipation. Staying here just so he could enjoy the company of Blake in bed and at work? It sounded like a sick and wonderful paradise. He rested his head in his hand as he looked down at ARI, wondering what he should do with them and the triptocaine he had at home. He tucked ARI and his glove away as he stood up and walked out of his office, he noticed that the place was dark and hardly anyone was still there. Had he really spent that long in ARI and lived? He shook the thought from his head as he walked over to Blake who was putting his jacket on.
"I'll see you later, Carter." Jayden said with a small smile as he walked past the man and made his way towards the doors so he could make his drive to Washington, get high, resign, get high, attend the funeral, get high, sell his house, get high, head back, get high, hopefully have sex with Blake, and then work on getting a job at the station… maybe get high again. He'd be damned if he let the triptocaine back home be wasted, though he wondered what Bake would do when he found out about him taking more tirpto. Hell if he was feeling especially masochistic when he got back he'd tell Blake about it. He wondered how long it would take for him to come back to this place, how many days would he be forced to stay at Washington as he closed everything up there? He gave a sigh as he started his car. Well good news either way, the case was closed and he was going to be able to look forwards to being ravished by Blake whenever the man desired. Maybe being his slut wasn't so bad.