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This chapter contains explicit and mature content. Don't read if underage!

There is also mentions of ️Gun️ And ️Knife️ Violence

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Gun to my head

This is after the one-shot I wrote where Nick meets Wolfsheim (read that if you have not)

Nick was in their room after the wedding. They had been debating on where to go for a honeymoon. Nick wanted to go somewhere warm for a week where Jay insisted on going on an Alaskan cruise. Nick stood up from the bed and found the discarded business card that belonged to Wolfsheim. Nick picked it up, he wasn't going to actually call it, he couldn't. Nick thought about how mad Gatsby had gotten when the card was handed to him, it was undeniably hot. He wondered how mad his husband would get if he pretended to call the number. He picked up his phone and kept the business card in hand and with his phone to his ear he waited.

"Nick?" Gatsby called out as he entered the room, "what the fuck are you doing?"

Nick pointed to the phone with the hand the card was in.

Gatsby grabbed the phone and threw it across the room almost hoping it would shatter, "what do I have to do to get you to listen?!" he growled.

"Gun to my head," Nick rolled his eyes. He knew pretending not to car would make Gatsby madder.

Gatsby walked out and brought back a gun, "willing to listen now?"

"It's not loaded," Nick said.

Gatsby pointed the gun at the wall and the shot rang in the room, "still think it isn't loaded?"

"I'm listening," Nick said incredibly turned on.

"You are mine!" Gatsby claimed getting closer to Nick, "you will listen to my rules! I told you not to speak to him and you went behind my back to call him!"

"I won't… No more… Promise," Nick stuttered his mind couldn't focus on one thought.

"It's too late for that! You broke the rule and you are going to be punished for it!" The gun was now pressed to Nick's neck, "you are going to do exactly as I say or else I will pull this trigger! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Gatsby, I understand."

Nick knew the rules of their games. They had played before and proper rules had been set. Nick knew the word and all this would stop but right now the last thing he wanted to do was stop.

With the gun still to his neck, Jay started at Nick's ear and slowly kissed down Nick's jawline. He stopped at his lips and then attacked them.

"Get rid of those clothes!" Gatsby growled, "all of them!"

Nick was stripped in less than a minute and Gatsby worked down Nick's neck, his hand not holding the gun playing with Nick's sensitive nipple. Gatsby bit and sucked his neck like a vampire. Nick moaned underneath Gatsby, begging him to keep going, almost forgetting about the cold metal pressed against his neck.

"Flip over!" Jay demanded and Nick complied. Jay picked up the business card.

He then spanked Nick six times.

"Do you know what I'm doing?" Gatsby asked.

"No, I don't," Nick cried.

"Every single number you dialed, you are being punished for it."

Nick couldn't remember the phone number even if he tried, he honestly couldn't even remember looking at the number.

Next was only 2 hits across Nick's ass.

This continued for the other seven digits and by the end, Nick's rear end was red and sore but Nick was still begging for more.

"I'm not cuffing you, Nick. You are allowed to touch nothing else but these sheets or you're done, do you understand?"

"Yes, Gatsby, I understand."

Jay started to prepare Nick and as he pushed into Nick the tightness was always his favorite feeling.

"You know the rule! Don't come until I say you can!" Jay was somewhere between a growl and a moan but it didn't really matter to Nick.

Nick moaned and gripped the sheets as Gatsby's thrusts came at a faster pace and harsher as well. Gatsby did not like to come first but tonight he knew it would be more fun for the both of them if he did.

"Are you ever going to break my rules again?" Gatsby asked him.

"No, never!" Nick promised.

"Again!" Gatsby commanded.

"I'll never break your rules again Gatsby!" Nick shouted between breaths.

"Come!" Gatsby commanded as he came inside Nick, Nick came as well.

Gatsby collapsed and removed himself from Nick. Gatsby took the gun away from Nick's neck and set it on the nightstand.

"There was only ever one bullet," Jay admitted.

"I never called Wolfsheim," Nick admitted.

"You naughty boy," Jay scolded.

"You're the one that broke my phone," Nick accused.

"I can get you a new one."

"I promise Gatsby, I'm yours and only yours. I follow your rules and nobody is going to change that. This ring, that's what it is a symbol of."

"I love you Nick."

"I love you too Jay Gatsby."

"Carraway- Gatsby," he corrected.

"I love you Jay Carraway- Gatsby," Nick smiled.

Falling asleep next to each was the only feeling they ever needed after a long day or a long evening of activities. Nick would never forget the feeling of having a gun to his head but never believing he would end up dead.

Mark me

Having enough money to do both Jay and Nick decided to go on both trips for a weird extended honeymoon. In Hawaii on one of the days, it was raining all day, and the two were stuck inside their hotel room with nothing to do.

"Did you bring a dagger?" Nick suddenly asked.

"Of course, but why?" Gatsby asked.

"I want you to mark me with it," Nick suggested.

"You sure about that?"

"Certain."

Gatsby walked over to where he had stored his knife for the week and pulled it out. He had sharpened it so if he had to use it, it was ready, this wasn't how he expected to use it but he was disappointed either.

Gatsby kissed Nick and pinned him against a wall. He took the knife and put it under Nick's chin and used it up to tilt Nick's neck. Nick was taller than him but it was still a seductive thing to do.

"Get on the bed," Gatsby commanded, "and strip."

When Nick was on the bed, Gatsby who had also stripped made his way over and began kissing Nick again. Jay then began handling Nick's length and the tip was leaking pre-come.

Gatsby focused on the knife in his other hand, "here?" he asked, pointing the knife against his inner thigh.

"Mark me," Nick begged.

Gatsby took his time as he carved the initials JG into Nick's leg. Sweat burned the cut as it mixed with blood. Blood was dripping down his leg and onto the white sheets.

"Now anybody who dares to try anything will know you are mine because I am the only one who should see this!" Gatsby roared as he claimed Nick's lips again. Gatsby then stretched Nick as he typically did. Once he was in Nick he didn't waste time quickly finding Nick's prostate. Nick moaned and came loudly after Jay continued hitting that sweet spot. Shortly after Nick came Gatsby came as well.

Jay took the bloodied knife and moved it to the nightstand, he would wash it later.

"I love you, Gatsby," Nick breathed.

"I love you too Nick," Gatsby said breathlessly.

The two slept the rest of the day and it was easily their favorite day of the honeymoon. The day Nick had begged to be marked.