Title: Down
Author: Zee
Disclaimer: But if I'm sitting here lonely, with no one to hold me, at least I'll have my health. I'm trying to control. My. Self.
**NOTE** ...*sigh* This is the thing I love about writing stories of stupidity and laughter: You get a shitload more reviews XD;;;
hide-chu: Spoiled brat...
Zee: Hey, it's not my fault everyone liked Story Time so much! (Generalizations! They're good for the colon!) At any rate, wheee, new chappie. Hopefully this one will actually be good. And I don't do accents. And I don't know how hookers really act, so if I get anything, like, wrong and that pisses someone off...yeah, sorry. I'm probably gonna get reported for this chapter....*sighs* Oh well...
Anywoozle, on with...it...
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\This bog is thick and easy to get lost in.../
/I hope it sucks you down\
~*~
Every time John sees him, it's the same feelings.
Hunger. Want. Need.
And malice.
He wants to grab that boy, throw him down, and tear him apart from the inside, ram into him with all his power. He wants to attack those plump pouting lips and rip them off with his teeth, savoring the taste of the young boys blood and flesh. His screams will be music to John's ear, a rhapsody of pain and torture that the Aussie only wishes he could hear. He wants to tie that exquisitely awful yet wonderful boy to a bed of nails and bury his fingernails into his chest. John wants to rip that boys skin off his bones, sink his hands into his hot, sweet juices, taste and feel and know everything about him from inside out. He wants to fiddle with his rib cage while gnawing off his face, eating the skin of his cheek, chewing those bright chocolate eyes like grapes, and then kiss those broken lips, feeding his own skin back to him.
John wants to drink up his blood and cum and brain and spit and everything. And he'll look into where those beautiful eyes should have been and smile and while he bites off those perfect seashell ears he'll whisper how much he loves Jamie, he loves him so much he needs that boy to be in his stomach, his brain, his mouth, his body, his everything.
And then John will dunk his head and hands inside the torn chest and rip and tear and eat and chew and swallow and break until he reaches the heart. And there he will find the secret behind that marvelous creature, that gorgeous, fantastic, horrible animal.
But John won't do this. He won't. Because he knows that when he reaches the heart, the secret, the only thing he will know is the last, fleeting beats of the organ.
And then all will be silent.
~*~
"So...I'll see you next time you're in town, okay John. After our...date tomorrow?" Jamie giggled in a whisper.
"Of course. I can't wait." John pulled himself up over the railing of the balcony outside Jamie's room and gave the young boy one last heart-felt kiss. He winked. "See ya later, mate." He jumped down from the rail and gave Jamie a final salute, then darted off the grounds. Jamie smiled as he watched his boyfriend run off, then looked up to see two multiples standing behind him, the one he had sent to turn off the security system, and the one who had been posing as him for the night.
"Good job." he murmured as the multiples disappeared. He slipped into his shared room and snuggled into his bed. It kind wasn't quite the same without John here. He missed falling asleep next to his warm body... oh well, pillow would have to do. Jamie hugged one of his two pillows and soon was asleep. His last conscience thought was how he needed a good rest to be ready for their date tomorrow. John always found the greatest things to do when he was in town, and Jamie was sure that the pyromaniac was getting a good sleep himself.
~*~
"Bad night?"
"You have no idea..." growled John, grabbing a cigarette from Remy's pack. Leaning close to the Cajun, he make a spark from Remy's light his own.
"I don't get how you could have..." Remy said thoughtfully, letting out a long tendril of smoke. "You had that X-kid with you all night. And you always take 'im out the next day. What could be bad?"
"He won't...argh!" John slammed his fist against the concrete wall of the Acolytes compound. Magneto hated when they smoked inside. "He wont' fucking do anything! I sound like such a...I don't know what, but he won't! I'm going-fucking-crazy-"
"John, you already are crazy."
"Oh shut up, you Louisiana asshole, I'm fucking pissed off!"
"So what?" asked Remy, cocking his brow and grinning. He leaned in so his and John's noses were almost touching. "You need to release some tension."
"Rem, you're not my type."
"And you're not mine. I'm a ladies man, mon ami, I don't need you." he winked. "But if you need to let off some steam, I could give you some money to get a friend for a night."
John sighed and leaned back against the wall. He stared at the stars. So bright. Like Jamie's smile. And his eyes. And his laugh. His blood probably was bright. And maybe his...
"Earth to Pyro." Remy poked him on the shoulder. "What'd ya say?" "It wouldn't be the same..."
Remy raised an eyebrow.
"...but God knows it would help. I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning, but if you're willing..."
Remy's smile was reminiscent of the one he wore when he came home from his adventure with the untouchable X-girl. He dug some money out of his pocket and pressed it into John's hand. He gave John a good natured punch on the shoulder. "Just remember to pay me back. Have fun, Johnny-boy. You deserve it." John smiled at Remy and crushed his cigarette against the wall. As he walked along the road to the city, Remy's words rang in his head.
'Have fun, Johnny-boy. You deserve it.'
"No I don't."
~*~
"Hey there, pretty red."
"You look like you're lonley, baby."
"Actually I am..."
"Oh, wow, you're from another country!"
"That's sounds...English. Are you English?"
"No you moron, he's Scottish."
"You both are fuckheads, he's from New Zealand."
"Are you three stupid? Australia. You're from there, right?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, Australia! How...exotic..."
"Yeah, I've heard Aussie's are exotic in all kinds of situations."
"What kinds?"
"All kinds, cutie."
"I think accents are sexy."
Ah, the first male voice. He sounded young too. John turned to examine this new addition to the 'party'.
He was young. Too young to be in this line of work. Maybe a year or two older than Jamie, but that couldn't be helped. It was obvious this boy didn't eat too much, and his eyes were glazed over from some pot he'd gotten his hopefully talented hands on. He lips were raw and red, from a fresh blowjob, the cold of the night chapping them, or a fetish with lipstick, John couldn't tell. He was much too skinny and the bags under his eyes were dark and made his eyes look sunken deep in his face. But he would do. John noted his skimpy clothing with delight and flashed a smile at this creature of the night.
"Really now." he cocked his head to one side. "Do you think anything else about me is sexy?"
The boy got the hint and sauntered over, slithering his arms around John's neck, much to the displeasure of the other hookers. "I don't know. Maybe you could show me some other things about you and then I could tell you..." he smiled, showing a punched out tooth.
Perfect. He was used to pain.
"Come on then..." John pulled the boy into the alley he had slinked out of. "How much?" he asked.
"Depends how far."
"Blowjob."
"How much ya got?"
John pulled the money out of his pocket. The boys eyes widened.
"That much."
"This whole thing?" John raised his eyebrow.
"Alright...three quarters."
"Half."
"Fine."
"What's your name?" asked John, brushing a bit of the boys hair away from his clouded eyes.
The boy took John's hand and moved it to the front of his tight fake leather pants. "Kyle."
"Kyle." repeated John. "That's celtic for handsome, right?"
"I don't know. You want me to go down on you?"
"No, you don't have to." John got on his knees himself and stroked the front of the boys pants and stomach. "I wanna do this to you."
"Fine by me..." murmured Kyle. "I've been working all night, I need something real." John pulled down his pants and found, to his delight, Kyle wasn't wearing any underwear. "I'd hardly call this real..." And with that, he wrapped his mouth around the whole length of Kyle's member.
Kyle reeled his head back and moaned. John wasn't sure if it was real or not, but to be quite frank, he didn't care. He needed to feel someone's skin against his, feel someone's warmth twine with his. And as he sloshed his tongue around the head of Kyle's length, making him gasp, his eyes widened in realization.
He wanted to taste this boy and make him burn.
Literally.
John removed his mouth from Kyle for a moment. "Do you like that?"
"Fuck yeah." he gasped. "I should be paying *you*, not the other way around. You're good, man."
"And it gets better." John began his sucking again, his lips brushing the boys stomach. "Jamie..." he managed to murmur around the hot column of flesh in his mouth. The image of the innocent boy entered his head. John's teeth began to scratch their way along Kyle's member.
"Ow...that hurts...." Kyle groaned, thrusting a bit into John's mouth.
Hurt. Pain. Beauty.
Jamie.
John bit down. Hard.
"FUCK!" screamed Kyle, pulling away sharply, still screaming. "YOU FUCKING PSYCHO, WHAT THE HE-"
John calmly stood up, chewing on Kyle's ripped off member like it was a hot dog (A/N: *giggles nervously* I'm not sure that can really happen *dies*). He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, ignoring Kyle's writhing screams as blood gushed from between his legs. Still chewing, John flicked the lighter on.
"See ya tomorrow, Jamie."
"WHAT?!" screamed Kyle before he was engulfed in flames. John stared at the burning boy who and reached his hand inside his pants to reach absolution. He came watching Kyle become nothing more than ashes, screaming Jamie's name. Then he turned and walked back to the Acolytes compound.
Remy was inside, staring at a picture of the untouchable X-girl. He looked up when he heard John walk in the room. "Good night?" he asked, smirking.
John grinned back. "Exactly what I needed."
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Zee: So let's see just how many people I scare the shit out of with this.
hide-chu: *stares in awe* holy shit, woman, what have YOU been smoking?!
Zee: Nothing. I wonder if I'll get reported.
hide-chu: Probably.
Zee: Fun time *rolls eyes* Oh well. Fear my attempt at something not funny. If this story isn't killed by an outraged fan, the next chapter will tell about the date. And stuff. Hopefully it won't be this bad...
hide-chu: Thank GOD...
Zee: It'll prolly be worse.
hide-chu: *smacks hand to forehead. To you* Just review, please....
Zee: Oh! Speaking of reviews....
Dark Jaded Rose: Aw, I missed you too! You were one of my favorite reviewers for the other story, I think I traumatized you as much as I've done my friend Kate, and I know her in real life XDD I know, it's weird writing something serious after Story Times and in the middle of Deep Thoughts. Heh, at least I got someone with that XDD Oh, you looked at the a/n! XD That was an exert from Story Times, remember when he was speaking in French? Actually, if you want to know the truth, I started this when I got the 100th review for Story Time, I just never really...got down to doing anything with it ^^;;; but now I have, and it sucks, BUT LIFE GOES ON!!
Star of Chaos: You know you like it bitch XD
She-Wolf89: Damn right :D There will be more, my friend XD
childrenwithblades: *smiles evilly and moves on from the first part of your review to the second* Yeah, I don't really count the disclaimer as part of the story, so it doesn't really matter...hopefully ^^;;; You're not 14 yet?!??!! *DIES* You're so damn good!! Remind about your birthday then I'll....do...something...yeah. Thank you for wishing me a happy b-day, though ^_________^
nessie6: Yes, it is, isn't it XD;;; Thank you, I like being told my stuff is good. Oh! You're fourteen too? IN MARCH?! GOOD LORD, WOMAN, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!!! Happy belated birthday! *gives you cookie* More Jayro indeed XD
hide-chu:...now can I say ' review please'?
Zee: Yep.
hide-chu: Review please.
Author: Zee
Disclaimer: But if I'm sitting here lonely, with no one to hold me, at least I'll have my health. I'm trying to control. My. Self.
**NOTE** ...*sigh* This is the thing I love about writing stories of stupidity and laughter: You get a shitload more reviews XD;;;
hide-chu: Spoiled brat...
Zee: Hey, it's not my fault everyone liked Story Time so much! (Generalizations! They're good for the colon!) At any rate, wheee, new chappie. Hopefully this one will actually be good. And I don't do accents. And I don't know how hookers really act, so if I get anything, like, wrong and that pisses someone off...yeah, sorry. I'm probably gonna get reported for this chapter....*sighs* Oh well...
Anywoozle, on with...it...
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\This bog is thick and easy to get lost in.../
/I hope it sucks you down\
~*~
Every time John sees him, it's the same feelings.
Hunger. Want. Need.
And malice.
He wants to grab that boy, throw him down, and tear him apart from the inside, ram into him with all his power. He wants to attack those plump pouting lips and rip them off with his teeth, savoring the taste of the young boys blood and flesh. His screams will be music to John's ear, a rhapsody of pain and torture that the Aussie only wishes he could hear. He wants to tie that exquisitely awful yet wonderful boy to a bed of nails and bury his fingernails into his chest. John wants to rip that boys skin off his bones, sink his hands into his hot, sweet juices, taste and feel and know everything about him from inside out. He wants to fiddle with his rib cage while gnawing off his face, eating the skin of his cheek, chewing those bright chocolate eyes like grapes, and then kiss those broken lips, feeding his own skin back to him.
John wants to drink up his blood and cum and brain and spit and everything. And he'll look into where those beautiful eyes should have been and smile and while he bites off those perfect seashell ears he'll whisper how much he loves Jamie, he loves him so much he needs that boy to be in his stomach, his brain, his mouth, his body, his everything.
And then John will dunk his head and hands inside the torn chest and rip and tear and eat and chew and swallow and break until he reaches the heart. And there he will find the secret behind that marvelous creature, that gorgeous, fantastic, horrible animal.
But John won't do this. He won't. Because he knows that when he reaches the heart, the secret, the only thing he will know is the last, fleeting beats of the organ.
And then all will be silent.
~*~
"So...I'll see you next time you're in town, okay John. After our...date tomorrow?" Jamie giggled in a whisper.
"Of course. I can't wait." John pulled himself up over the railing of the balcony outside Jamie's room and gave the young boy one last heart-felt kiss. He winked. "See ya later, mate." He jumped down from the rail and gave Jamie a final salute, then darted off the grounds. Jamie smiled as he watched his boyfriend run off, then looked up to see two multiples standing behind him, the one he had sent to turn off the security system, and the one who had been posing as him for the night.
"Good job." he murmured as the multiples disappeared. He slipped into his shared room and snuggled into his bed. It kind wasn't quite the same without John here. He missed falling asleep next to his warm body... oh well, pillow would have to do. Jamie hugged one of his two pillows and soon was asleep. His last conscience thought was how he needed a good rest to be ready for their date tomorrow. John always found the greatest things to do when he was in town, and Jamie was sure that the pyromaniac was getting a good sleep himself.
~*~
"Bad night?"
"You have no idea..." growled John, grabbing a cigarette from Remy's pack. Leaning close to the Cajun, he make a spark from Remy's light his own.
"I don't get how you could have..." Remy said thoughtfully, letting out a long tendril of smoke. "You had that X-kid with you all night. And you always take 'im out the next day. What could be bad?"
"He won't...argh!" John slammed his fist against the concrete wall of the Acolytes compound. Magneto hated when they smoked inside. "He wont' fucking do anything! I sound like such a...I don't know what, but he won't! I'm going-fucking-crazy-"
"John, you already are crazy."
"Oh shut up, you Louisiana asshole, I'm fucking pissed off!"
"So what?" asked Remy, cocking his brow and grinning. He leaned in so his and John's noses were almost touching. "You need to release some tension."
"Rem, you're not my type."
"And you're not mine. I'm a ladies man, mon ami, I don't need you." he winked. "But if you need to let off some steam, I could give you some money to get a friend for a night."
John sighed and leaned back against the wall. He stared at the stars. So bright. Like Jamie's smile. And his eyes. And his laugh. His blood probably was bright. And maybe his...
"Earth to Pyro." Remy poked him on the shoulder. "What'd ya say?" "It wouldn't be the same..."
Remy raised an eyebrow.
"...but God knows it would help. I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning, but if you're willing..."
Remy's smile was reminiscent of the one he wore when he came home from his adventure with the untouchable X-girl. He dug some money out of his pocket and pressed it into John's hand. He gave John a good natured punch on the shoulder. "Just remember to pay me back. Have fun, Johnny-boy. You deserve it." John smiled at Remy and crushed his cigarette against the wall. As he walked along the road to the city, Remy's words rang in his head.
'Have fun, Johnny-boy. You deserve it.'
"No I don't."
~*~
"Hey there, pretty red."
"You look like you're lonley, baby."
"Actually I am..."
"Oh, wow, you're from another country!"
"That's sounds...English. Are you English?"
"No you moron, he's Scottish."
"You both are fuckheads, he's from New Zealand."
"Are you three stupid? Australia. You're from there, right?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, Australia! How...exotic..."
"Yeah, I've heard Aussie's are exotic in all kinds of situations."
"What kinds?"
"All kinds, cutie."
"I think accents are sexy."
Ah, the first male voice. He sounded young too. John turned to examine this new addition to the 'party'.
He was young. Too young to be in this line of work. Maybe a year or two older than Jamie, but that couldn't be helped. It was obvious this boy didn't eat too much, and his eyes were glazed over from some pot he'd gotten his hopefully talented hands on. He lips were raw and red, from a fresh blowjob, the cold of the night chapping them, or a fetish with lipstick, John couldn't tell. He was much too skinny and the bags under his eyes were dark and made his eyes look sunken deep in his face. But he would do. John noted his skimpy clothing with delight and flashed a smile at this creature of the night.
"Really now." he cocked his head to one side. "Do you think anything else about me is sexy?"
The boy got the hint and sauntered over, slithering his arms around John's neck, much to the displeasure of the other hookers. "I don't know. Maybe you could show me some other things about you and then I could tell you..." he smiled, showing a punched out tooth.
Perfect. He was used to pain.
"Come on then..." John pulled the boy into the alley he had slinked out of. "How much?" he asked.
"Depends how far."
"Blowjob."
"How much ya got?"
John pulled the money out of his pocket. The boys eyes widened.
"That much."
"This whole thing?" John raised his eyebrow.
"Alright...three quarters."
"Half."
"Fine."
"What's your name?" asked John, brushing a bit of the boys hair away from his clouded eyes.
The boy took John's hand and moved it to the front of his tight fake leather pants. "Kyle."
"Kyle." repeated John. "That's celtic for handsome, right?"
"I don't know. You want me to go down on you?"
"No, you don't have to." John got on his knees himself and stroked the front of the boys pants and stomach. "I wanna do this to you."
"Fine by me..." murmured Kyle. "I've been working all night, I need something real." John pulled down his pants and found, to his delight, Kyle wasn't wearing any underwear. "I'd hardly call this real..." And with that, he wrapped his mouth around the whole length of Kyle's member.
Kyle reeled his head back and moaned. John wasn't sure if it was real or not, but to be quite frank, he didn't care. He needed to feel someone's skin against his, feel someone's warmth twine with his. And as he sloshed his tongue around the head of Kyle's length, making him gasp, his eyes widened in realization.
He wanted to taste this boy and make him burn.
Literally.
John removed his mouth from Kyle for a moment. "Do you like that?"
"Fuck yeah." he gasped. "I should be paying *you*, not the other way around. You're good, man."
"And it gets better." John began his sucking again, his lips brushing the boys stomach. "Jamie..." he managed to murmur around the hot column of flesh in his mouth. The image of the innocent boy entered his head. John's teeth began to scratch their way along Kyle's member.
"Ow...that hurts...." Kyle groaned, thrusting a bit into John's mouth.
Hurt. Pain. Beauty.
Jamie.
John bit down. Hard.
"FUCK!" screamed Kyle, pulling away sharply, still screaming. "YOU FUCKING PSYCHO, WHAT THE HE-"
John calmly stood up, chewing on Kyle's ripped off member like it was a hot dog (A/N: *giggles nervously* I'm not sure that can really happen *dies*). He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, ignoring Kyle's writhing screams as blood gushed from between his legs. Still chewing, John flicked the lighter on.
"See ya tomorrow, Jamie."
"WHAT?!" screamed Kyle before he was engulfed in flames. John stared at the burning boy who and reached his hand inside his pants to reach absolution. He came watching Kyle become nothing more than ashes, screaming Jamie's name. Then he turned and walked back to the Acolytes compound.
Remy was inside, staring at a picture of the untouchable X-girl. He looked up when he heard John walk in the room. "Good night?" he asked, smirking.
John grinned back. "Exactly what I needed."
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Zee: So let's see just how many people I scare the shit out of with this.
hide-chu: *stares in awe* holy shit, woman, what have YOU been smoking?!
Zee: Nothing. I wonder if I'll get reported.
hide-chu: Probably.
Zee: Fun time *rolls eyes* Oh well. Fear my attempt at something not funny. If this story isn't killed by an outraged fan, the next chapter will tell about the date. And stuff. Hopefully it won't be this bad...
hide-chu: Thank GOD...
Zee: It'll prolly be worse.
hide-chu: *smacks hand to forehead. To you* Just review, please....
Zee: Oh! Speaking of reviews....
Dark Jaded Rose: Aw, I missed you too! You were one of my favorite reviewers for the other story, I think I traumatized you as much as I've done my friend Kate, and I know her in real life XDD I know, it's weird writing something serious after Story Times and in the middle of Deep Thoughts. Heh, at least I got someone with that XDD Oh, you looked at the a/n! XD That was an exert from Story Times, remember when he was speaking in French? Actually, if you want to know the truth, I started this when I got the 100th review for Story Time, I just never really...got down to doing anything with it ^^;;; but now I have, and it sucks, BUT LIFE GOES ON!!
Star of Chaos: You know you like it bitch XD
She-Wolf89: Damn right :D There will be more, my friend XD
childrenwithblades: *smiles evilly and moves on from the first part of your review to the second* Yeah, I don't really count the disclaimer as part of the story, so it doesn't really matter...hopefully ^^;;; You're not 14 yet?!??!! *DIES* You're so damn good!! Remind about your birthday then I'll....do...something...yeah. Thank you for wishing me a happy b-day, though ^_________^
nessie6: Yes, it is, isn't it XD;;; Thank you, I like being told my stuff is good. Oh! You're fourteen too? IN MARCH?! GOOD LORD, WOMAN, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!!! Happy belated birthday! *gives you cookie* More Jayro indeed XD
hide-chu:...now can I say ' review please'?
Zee: Yep.
hide-chu: Review please.