Title: Down
Author: Zee
Disclaimer: You don't own me...
NOTE If the format is fucked up, sorry ;
hide-chu: I still think you're awful and disgusting.
Zee: Eh, fuck you. Okay, kiddies, here's the third chappie, in which we see some more JAMIE/PYRO ACTION W00T pumps fist in air
hide-chu: Fucktard. I can't believe people are reading this crap. You had John eat that guys DICK, man That ain't right
Zee: Oh Thanks, hide-chu, I almost forgot Yeah, I know, his name is ST. John, but in the show, they only say his name, like, once, and it's John, so I'll just be going by that, okay?
hide-chu: FUCK THAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY A FORMAL APOLOGY TO ALL MEN WHO READ THE SECOND CHAPTER
Zee: NEVER
blah means thoughts, unless it is , which means a break in the story.
Anywoozle, on with...it...
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in.../
/I hope it sucks you down
"Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, awaken the sadist
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, bury the sadist
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, sever the masochist
Sadistic, sadistic, let's begin this platonically"
-Dir en Grey, "Filth"
"So you got out okay?" asked John.
"Yeah. I just said I was going to the library with some friends. No one would want to follow me." Jamie smiled up at John as the older man casually reached down to take his hand. He always did that, showed affection without seeming to acknowledge it. Jamie loved it.
"What do you mean 'no one would want to follow you'?" asked John, plastering a fake look of despair on his face. He let go of Jamie's hand (much to the boys dismay) and clutched his heart. He placed the other on his head in a 'woe is me' gesture and cried. "I knew it You're all bloody MORONS How could you say no one would go to the library to an aspiring writer? " John let out a fake sob and sank to his knees, clutching the front of Jamie's shirt. It was hard because Jamie was doubled over laughing. John grinned and pulled Jamie so their faces were nose to nose. "How could you Jamie? Live with such HORRIBLY- STUPID- PEOPLE " he buried his face in Jamie's chest and begged the urge to gnaw the boys delicious skin off to go away.
Jamie controlled his giggles and moved his face to gently kiss John on the lips. John stood from his knees and wrapped his arms around Jamie's waist to make the moment last longer. Only when he knew the boy loved his like this could he control the beast raging within him [1].
Jamie broke the kiss. "Where're we going, John?" he asked, intertwining their fingers again.
"I dunno...wanna see a movie? There's this new cheap horror flick playing. Or we could see that stupid girl movie that would just be hilarious, you know, us laughing our asses off when all those females are sobbing their brains out. Oh, there's an idiotic cartoon thing with the movie star voices coming from the cat and dog. And some romance based after a world changing event, we could see one of those. Your choice if you wanna movie, Jamie."
Jamie thought for a moment. He definitely didn't want to see the chick flick; that was just stupid. He kind of wanted to see the romance, but that was just because he felt...well, romantic when John was there. And he did want to see the cartoon thing, but then he'd be acting like a kid. So as scared as they made him--
"Let's see the horror one." Jamie smiled brightly at John and squeezed his hand. "It looks cool."
"Your wish is my command." John gave a mock bow and draped an arm around Jamie's shoulders. If you didn't know any better, you'd think they were two brothers (well, step/half brothers) going out to town. However, if you noticed the way the tall, red headed one kept staring at the young one, it would be pretty obvious that the love he felt was more than brotherly.
As they walked, chattering about nothing, they passed a closed off alley-way. A scantily dressed woman, who happened to go by the name of Sheila, that John remembered hanging over him the night before, was in tears, hysterical.
"He was my son " she shrieked at the policeman questioning her. "He went off into there with some man and-" suddenly she noticed John and he mouth went slack, her eyes wide.
"And..." prompted the policeman, eager to finish the questioning and get back to his desk where a nice cup of coffee was waiting.
But Sheila said nothing. She watched John with horror in her eyes. When she snapped out of her funk and was about to cry out 'There he is That's the bastard that killed my son, Kyle ' she noticed that John had seen her staring. And the look in his eyes promised death if one word was spoken. She gulped. "A-a-and...I don't know." With that, Sheila fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, knowing who had ruined her already horrible life, and knowing that she would never be able to stop him from ruining the life of that poor beautiful boy who she had just realized was walking with him.
"Wow..." murmured Jamie, watching the lady fall down crying. "She's really upset...I wonder what happened."
"Someone probably got hurt or killed there or something." John shrugged, anxious to get away from the crime scene. He could feel the ghostly eyes of that boy (what was his name? Kyle?) following him with hate as he walked by. John didn't want Jamie to have to feel those eyes. "Come on, let's get to the theater, I'm not sure when it's starting." and he hurried them off.
Once inside the movie theater, John pulled Jamie into the back row, usually reserved for hormone driven teenage couples. "We can have a better view from here." he said casually. With Jamie holding a large bucket of popcorn and John holding an extra-large soda for them to share, they pleasantly noshed on the food while watching the credits roll, and the movie began to play.
By the end of the first scene, where a woman was gutted from the inside out, John was hard.
Too hard.
And the fact that Jamie was hiding his head in his chest so he wouldn't have to see the gorey details made it no better.
"Get off." John hissed. It's for your own good, love. he said in his mind.
"But J-J-John," whimpered Jamie, his eyes wide with terror as the actors and actresses in the movie began running around in front of a green screen screaming, "it's scary. Can't you just...you know...hold me?"
John sighed and wrapped an arm around the back of Jamie's chair, fighting to keep his breathing normal. His heartbeat quickened as he replaced the big breasted actress on screen, who was almost naked and tied to a bed, about to be cut open with a dark and spiny knife, with Jamie and himself with the masked man doing the cutting. John grabbed the shared soda from Jamie's lips and gulped it down, willing to do anything to keep his mind off such thoughts, thought drinking seemed to be the only thing he could do.
John eyes widened in realization. He was drinking. He was drinking from a straw that had touched Jamie's lips. Jamie's sweet, luscious, beautiful, red, raw, bite-able, delicious, screaming lips. And those lips were attached to the mouth that was pouting and asking in a sensual whisper to have it's drink back.
"John, please, I'm thirst--"
With a growl, John threw the drink into a far away row and grabbed Jamie by the hips, sinking his nails into the boys flesh. Jamie would have gasped with pain has John's mouth not hungrily attached to his, nipping his lips and moaning into it and sticking his tongue into the saliva coated cavern. Jamie tried desperatly to push him away, wondering what the hell John was doing when the pyromaniac abruptly pushed him away and clasped his hand to his mouth, breathing hard. His eyes were wild and filled with an emotion that could barely be seen in the flickering lights of the theater.
"J-John, what just hap--"
"You should go home, Jamie."
Jamie sat there, dumbstruck. "What?"
"I-I think you should go home." John leaned over and kissed the young boy again, gently this time and filled with sweetness, love, and devotion. "I'm not feeling well and I don't want to-" he gulped "hurt you. I'll call you sometime, okay kid?"
"But John..." Jamie leaned over and took John's hand in his. It was shaking. "John, maybe I should walk you home. You shouldn't go out alone like this..."
Green eyes locked with brown and John suddenly felt like killing this amazing beauty. "Jamie, I'm good enough to walk home." he gave a weak laugh, noticing how people were beginning to stare back at them with worried looks. "I should be worrying about you, love. Go on. I'll be fine. I'll see you again." he kissed Jamie's forehead and looked into his eyes. "I promise." He gave the boy a little push. "G'wan, get outta here."
Jamie gulped, then nodded, kissing John one more time. As he walked out onto the streets of Bayville, blinking in the bright lights, he wondered what was wrong with John and why he had acted so...so...animalistic. Shrugging, Jamie sent that thought to the back of his mind and began wondering if he could do anything to maybe make John feel better.
Back in the theater, John closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds of the movie from his mind. Shit he thought What the hell was that? Glaring at the people in front of him, who were moving foreward while glancing back at him with worried looks, John held his face in his hands. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he whispered. Sobs began to wrack his body, not because of what he had done to scare poor, sweet, innocent, hateful, awful, loving, desirable, despising Jamie, but that fact that it felt...
So.
Fucking.
Good.
Zee: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah that took a while, didn't it.
hide-chu: This is so fucking stupid. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
Zee: You'll see...oh, yeah, REVIEWS
Jay: Hey, man I missed you is licked OO...Love you too...ain't Pyro just GREAT?
Idiot Paranoia: Never listen to them while reading MY fanfiction, Holls XDDD No more penis eating...maybe XD
Saki of the Killamong Chilias: I MADE UP THAT NAME puffs out chest Thanks I will write more Happy birthday, Saki-chan Even though it's on friday...o.O;;
She-Wold89: What happened to the shrine? Is it under the blanket pouts
DemonRogue13: Thank you very much Feh, we need more disturbing stuff
DarkJadedRose: I loved it too sighs I'm sad it's dead...how did I do it, you ask? I...don't...know. I got in touch with my inner psycho XDD
childrenwithblades: It's angst? Well thank God, I needed some closure XD Good luck on the exams, dude. Yeah...it is a gay name, isn't it. XD
Deuil: Rei, you've known me since...what, kindergarden? Trust me, I went off the deep end long before we met. Probably when I was in my mothers womb XD No more dick biting...I think o.O;;
star: Thanks I will
nessie6: Isn't he though? XD I love cookies too. BUT I LIKE MUFFINS MORE He's a scary young man XD Thanks
Zee: Yippee ki aye, motherfuckahs, another chapter done.
hide-chu: WHY haven't you been reported?
Zee: Just lucky, I guess...
hide-chu: sighs and shakes head Review please....
Author: Zee
Disclaimer: You don't own me...
NOTE If the format is fucked up, sorry ;
hide-chu: I still think you're awful and disgusting.
Zee: Eh, fuck you. Okay, kiddies, here's the third chappie, in which we see some more JAMIE/PYRO ACTION W00T pumps fist in air
hide-chu: Fucktard. I can't believe people are reading this crap. You had John eat that guys DICK, man That ain't right
Zee: Oh Thanks, hide-chu, I almost forgot Yeah, I know, his name is ST. John, but in the show, they only say his name, like, once, and it's John, so I'll just be going by that, okay?
hide-chu: FUCK THAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY A FORMAL APOLOGY TO ALL MEN WHO READ THE SECOND CHAPTER
Zee: NEVER
blah means thoughts, unless it is , which means a break in the story.
Anywoozle, on with...it...
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in.../
/I hope it sucks you down
"Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, awaken the sadist
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, bury the sadist
Sadistic, sadistic, sadistic, sever the masochist
Sadistic, sadistic, let's begin this platonically"
-Dir en Grey, "Filth"
"So you got out okay?" asked John.
"Yeah. I just said I was going to the library with some friends. No one would want to follow me." Jamie smiled up at John as the older man casually reached down to take his hand. He always did that, showed affection without seeming to acknowledge it. Jamie loved it.
"What do you mean 'no one would want to follow you'?" asked John, plastering a fake look of despair on his face. He let go of Jamie's hand (much to the boys dismay) and clutched his heart. He placed the other on his head in a 'woe is me' gesture and cried. "I knew it You're all bloody MORONS How could you say no one would go to the library to an aspiring writer? " John let out a fake sob and sank to his knees, clutching the front of Jamie's shirt. It was hard because Jamie was doubled over laughing. John grinned and pulled Jamie so their faces were nose to nose. "How could you Jamie? Live with such HORRIBLY- STUPID- PEOPLE " he buried his face in Jamie's chest and begged the urge to gnaw the boys delicious skin off to go away.
Jamie controlled his giggles and moved his face to gently kiss John on the lips. John stood from his knees and wrapped his arms around Jamie's waist to make the moment last longer. Only when he knew the boy loved his like this could he control the beast raging within him [1].
Jamie broke the kiss. "Where're we going, John?" he asked, intertwining their fingers again.
"I dunno...wanna see a movie? There's this new cheap horror flick playing. Or we could see that stupid girl movie that would just be hilarious, you know, us laughing our asses off when all those females are sobbing their brains out. Oh, there's an idiotic cartoon thing with the movie star voices coming from the cat and dog. And some romance based after a world changing event, we could see one of those. Your choice if you wanna movie, Jamie."
Jamie thought for a moment. He definitely didn't want to see the chick flick; that was just stupid. He kind of wanted to see the romance, but that was just because he felt...well, romantic when John was there. And he did want to see the cartoon thing, but then he'd be acting like a kid. So as scared as they made him--
"Let's see the horror one." Jamie smiled brightly at John and squeezed his hand. "It looks cool."
"Your wish is my command." John gave a mock bow and draped an arm around Jamie's shoulders. If you didn't know any better, you'd think they were two brothers (well, step/half brothers) going out to town. However, if you noticed the way the tall, red headed one kept staring at the young one, it would be pretty obvious that the love he felt was more than brotherly.
As they walked, chattering about nothing, they passed a closed off alley-way. A scantily dressed woman, who happened to go by the name of Sheila, that John remembered hanging over him the night before, was in tears, hysterical.
"He was my son " she shrieked at the policeman questioning her. "He went off into there with some man and-" suddenly she noticed John and he mouth went slack, her eyes wide.
"And..." prompted the policeman, eager to finish the questioning and get back to his desk where a nice cup of coffee was waiting.
But Sheila said nothing. She watched John with horror in her eyes. When she snapped out of her funk and was about to cry out 'There he is That's the bastard that killed my son, Kyle ' she noticed that John had seen her staring. And the look in his eyes promised death if one word was spoken. She gulped. "A-a-and...I don't know." With that, Sheila fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, knowing who had ruined her already horrible life, and knowing that she would never be able to stop him from ruining the life of that poor beautiful boy who she had just realized was walking with him.
"Wow..." murmured Jamie, watching the lady fall down crying. "She's really upset...I wonder what happened."
"Someone probably got hurt or killed there or something." John shrugged, anxious to get away from the crime scene. He could feel the ghostly eyes of that boy (what was his name? Kyle?) following him with hate as he walked by. John didn't want Jamie to have to feel those eyes. "Come on, let's get to the theater, I'm not sure when it's starting." and he hurried them off.
Once inside the movie theater, John pulled Jamie into the back row, usually reserved for hormone driven teenage couples. "We can have a better view from here." he said casually. With Jamie holding a large bucket of popcorn and John holding an extra-large soda for them to share, they pleasantly noshed on the food while watching the credits roll, and the movie began to play.
By the end of the first scene, where a woman was gutted from the inside out, John was hard.
Too hard.
And the fact that Jamie was hiding his head in his chest so he wouldn't have to see the gorey details made it no better.
"Get off." John hissed. It's for your own good, love. he said in his mind.
"But J-J-John," whimpered Jamie, his eyes wide with terror as the actors and actresses in the movie began running around in front of a green screen screaming, "it's scary. Can't you just...you know...hold me?"
John sighed and wrapped an arm around the back of Jamie's chair, fighting to keep his breathing normal. His heartbeat quickened as he replaced the big breasted actress on screen, who was almost naked and tied to a bed, about to be cut open with a dark and spiny knife, with Jamie and himself with the masked man doing the cutting. John grabbed the shared soda from Jamie's lips and gulped it down, willing to do anything to keep his mind off such thoughts, thought drinking seemed to be the only thing he could do.
John eyes widened in realization. He was drinking. He was drinking from a straw that had touched Jamie's lips. Jamie's sweet, luscious, beautiful, red, raw, bite-able, delicious, screaming lips. And those lips were attached to the mouth that was pouting and asking in a sensual whisper to have it's drink back.
"John, please, I'm thirst--"
With a growl, John threw the drink into a far away row and grabbed Jamie by the hips, sinking his nails into the boys flesh. Jamie would have gasped with pain has John's mouth not hungrily attached to his, nipping his lips and moaning into it and sticking his tongue into the saliva coated cavern. Jamie tried desperatly to push him away, wondering what the hell John was doing when the pyromaniac abruptly pushed him away and clasped his hand to his mouth, breathing hard. His eyes were wild and filled with an emotion that could barely be seen in the flickering lights of the theater.
"J-John, what just hap--"
"You should go home, Jamie."
Jamie sat there, dumbstruck. "What?"
"I-I think you should go home." John leaned over and kissed the young boy again, gently this time and filled with sweetness, love, and devotion. "I'm not feeling well and I don't want to-" he gulped "hurt you. I'll call you sometime, okay kid?"
"But John..." Jamie leaned over and took John's hand in his. It was shaking. "John, maybe I should walk you home. You shouldn't go out alone like this..."
Green eyes locked with brown and John suddenly felt like killing this amazing beauty. "Jamie, I'm good enough to walk home." he gave a weak laugh, noticing how people were beginning to stare back at them with worried looks. "I should be worrying about you, love. Go on. I'll be fine. I'll see you again." he kissed Jamie's forehead and looked into his eyes. "I promise." He gave the boy a little push. "G'wan, get outta here."
Jamie gulped, then nodded, kissing John one more time. As he walked out onto the streets of Bayville, blinking in the bright lights, he wondered what was wrong with John and why he had acted so...so...animalistic. Shrugging, Jamie sent that thought to the back of his mind and began wondering if he could do anything to maybe make John feel better.
Back in the theater, John closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds of the movie from his mind. Shit he thought What the hell was that? Glaring at the people in front of him, who were moving foreward while glancing back at him with worried looks, John held his face in his hands. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he whispered. Sobs began to wrack his body, not because of what he had done to scare poor, sweet, innocent, hateful, awful, loving, desirable, despising Jamie, but that fact that it felt...
So.
Fucking.
Good.
Zee: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah that took a while, didn't it.
hide-chu: This is so fucking stupid. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
Zee: You'll see...oh, yeah, REVIEWS
Jay: Hey, man I missed you is licked OO...Love you too...ain't Pyro just GREAT?
Idiot Paranoia: Never listen to them while reading MY fanfiction, Holls XDDD No more penis eating...maybe XD
Saki of the Killamong Chilias: I MADE UP THAT NAME puffs out chest Thanks I will write more Happy birthday, Saki-chan Even though it's on friday...o.O;;
She-Wold89: What happened to the shrine? Is it under the blanket pouts
DemonRogue13: Thank you very much Feh, we need more disturbing stuff
DarkJadedRose: I loved it too sighs I'm sad it's dead...how did I do it, you ask? I...don't...know. I got in touch with my inner psycho XDD
childrenwithblades: It's angst? Well thank God, I needed some closure XD Good luck on the exams, dude. Yeah...it is a gay name, isn't it. XD
Deuil: Rei, you've known me since...what, kindergarden? Trust me, I went off the deep end long before we met. Probably when I was in my mothers womb XD No more dick biting...I think o.O;;
star: Thanks I will
nessie6: Isn't he though? XD I love cookies too. BUT I LIKE MUFFINS MORE He's a scary young man XD Thanks
Zee: Yippee ki aye, motherfuckahs, another chapter done.
hide-chu: WHY haven't you been reported?
Zee: Just lucky, I guess...
hide-chu: sighs and shakes head Review please....