He had long stopped counting the amount of times that he had met Jack Kelly in that tiny little corner alley near the Brooklyn Bridge. He knew why he came back – he enjoyed the chance to dominate Manhattan's leader, especially since their relationship, or whatever it was, had started way before he had gotten control of Brooklyn. He didn't know why Jack came back – he couldn't understand why anyone would put up with being treated the way that he treated Jack.
He didn't know why he treated Jack as he did – as if Jack was someone of no consequence – but he couldn't seem to show any emotion other than indifference towards Jack, even when they were in the height of passion.
Still, it was one step above the cold calculating anger that he showed everyone else.
In some way, he supposed, it made Jack feel special.
He waited – as he always did – checking every now and then to see if Jack was actually going to come and meet him in the alley. Jack was never on time to meet him – he supposed that it was Jack's way of testing him to see if he would actually wait. It was the one semblance of control that Jack had over their relationship.
One day, he knew, Jack wouldn't come down the alley, with that grin on his face, the grin that he loved, although he would never actually tell that to Jack.
One day, Jack would find someone who would actually be able to love him – or rather, someone who would be able to tell Jack that he loved him, because he knew that he loved Jack.
He loved Jack's smile; he loved how it felt when he pushed Jack up against the wall in that alleyway and bit into his neck. He loved the sounds that Jack would make. He loved dominating Jack, and watching the leader of Manhattan cry out beneath him. But what he loved most of all was the feeling he got when he first saw Jack walking down the alleyway – he could almost compare it to the feeling he got when he surveyed his territory in Brooklyn.
Almost.
Yet he knew that Jack wanted someone who would be able to actually say those words, who wouldn't just occasionally give him a smile, or a parting kiss in the shadows of the alleyway. Jack wanted a family, or even a girl to give him children, something that he could never understand. He knew what it was that Jack wanted, and he knew that he couldn't give it to him.
Spot Conlon didn't know how to love.
Author's Note – I seriously don't know what came over me. I wrote Spack. Vaguely unhappy Spack, but still. Yet it just wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. Anyway, I was experimenting a bit with my writing style when I wrote it, so I would like some CC. Many thanks to Esha, Funkie and Gothica for putting up with my insane ramblings and me posting every single sentence to them.
Til next time!
TSB