Title: Down
Author: Zee
Disclaimer: Don't tie me down 'cause I'll never stay…
((NOTE)) Yeah. Wanna know how much I fuckin' love you all? Wanna know? I have my motherfucking midterms this week. I should be studying right now, because I'm going to fail, like, all of them. But NOOOOO I'm writing this GODFORSAKEN STORY! SO I BETTER GET SOME LOVE COOKIES IN MY REVIEWS! OR LACK THEREOF!
hide-chu: Please, forgive her for being so bitchy. She's sick. And tired. And is under a lot of pressure and stress, this is her first bout of midterms-
FUCK YOU, PINK HAIRED FIEND! YOU WANNA KNOW WHY ELSE I OWN YOU! IT JUST SNOWED TWO FUCKING FEET HERE, AND I'M JUST SITTING WRITING THIS SHIT AND STUDYING! FUCKING STUDYING! UHJSAFSAGJFUOWEFUJSFHSAUGDA!
hide-chu: o.O;; Holy fuck, woman calm down.
NO! NO NO NO NO NO! AND-AND-and…and…(-sniffle-) and I'm sick 'n stuff and to all those who sent me links for STWP, I can't put it up anymore! I can't! I'm sorry, I had to delete my computer hard drive and I didn't save it (-in shame-) sorry y'all.
hide-chu: There there…(-pats her back. Zee sniffles again-)
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/This bog is thick and easy to get lost in…/
/I hope it sucks you down/
"Need me sweet."
Mondays are Red
/o/
John is confused when he's with Jamie.
Every time he sees him, it's the same feelings.
Want. Love. Hate.
And need.
John needs Jamie and Jamie needs John. It's obvious. John needs Jamie to know someone loves him, to know someone will care about him no matter what. Jamie needs John because…because…
Does Jamie need John?
You have to wonder. Does Jamie really need John? Or does he just love him, that's all. Then one day, when he's older and can do better, which he'll undoubtedly be able to do, he'll go to John and tell him he's sorry, but he's found someone else. And as John kneels before him, grabbing onto his shirt and telling him no, don't go, Jamie will say "You must have seen this coming, John. I just stayed with you because you needed me. But I don't need you. I never needed you. Grow up. I have."
And John will cry. And Jamie will laugh.
And Jamie laughing at him will kill John. If Jamie laughed at him, John would die. Period.
Unless John gets him first.
/o/
"Remy, it's really pathetic how obsessed you are with that stupid goth girl."
"Shut up. What about you and your boy toy? Going to see him today, Remy sees."
"Yeah, well, at least the object of my affections actually likes me."
Remy snorted and paused the news reel he was watching, which featured Rogue from the X-men. "You," he said "are totally whipped and it pains Remy to think about it."
"What the hell does that mean?" muttered John, searching his closet for a piece of clothing that wasn't covered in red stains; he'd gotten out of hand on the last mission (for the record, some of these stains were, in fact, from fighting on the undercover part; the rest were from…built up tension).
"Look at Johnny!" Remy catcalled, turning around and straddling his chair, resting his chin on his crossed arms. "He's getting all dressed up to go to some merde bookstore to see a kid half 'is age who won't let him bang 'im!"
"First of all, I'm not getting 'all dressed up' I just don't have any fucking clothes, second of all he's not half my age, he's only like…six or seven years younger than me, not even, and third of all…uh…what the hell does 'merde' mean?"
"HA!" yelled Remy, laughing. "Remy knew it! He won't let you fuck him! No wonder John is always so horny, he isn't getting any!" His shoulders shook with laughter. "That's so great. Remy is sorry for laughing, but it's so…oh mon Dieu…that's so SAD!"
John's eye twitched. "Shut the hell up."
Remy wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry, Johnny. It's just kind of…sad. I thought kids were supposed to be horny."
"Not at his age…YES! Here we go!" John lifted up a short-sleeved button-down black shirt that takes way too many hyphens to spell and held it out for Remy to see, beaming. "See! It's good! No stains!"
"Yea…speaking of stains, John, what happened to all your shirts?"
"…Uh…you still haven't told me what 'merde' means."
Remy glared. "Look it up(1). Seriously, Johnny, I've been worrying about you. Ever since you and this Jamie kid got together, you've been different. You're like…crazy."
John rolled his eyes, buttoning his shirt in the mirror, his back to the Cajun. "I've always been crazy, Rem."
"Yeah, but now you're…really crazy. Like, in a bad way." Remy stood up and leaned against the wall next to the mirror so he could look John in the eye. "I'm worried about you, mon ami. You're not doing too good. You're stressed, you go absolutely insane when we're on missions, even Sabertooth is getting freaked out and he's…you know, Sabertooth. I've even seen Magneto look at you funny."
"Wow." Said John blandly, running a hand through his hair to see if it would look more sexy or not. "You're talking like a normal human being. You must be serious."
"I am!" yelled Remy, pushing off the wall and grabbing John's shoulders so he'd look him in the eye. "I really am worried about you, John. I mean…I don't know what it is, but something about this kid is messing with you're head. I mean, I don't think he's doing it intentionally, it's something you're doing to yourself!" Remy's black and red eyes, so reminiscent of a demon, widened in worry. "I think you should just…let him alone for a while. See how you do without him."
"NO!" yelled John, flinging Remy off him and into a pile in the corner. He grabbed one of the numerous lighters scattered about the room he and Remy shared and made a fire ball in his hand. "I'VE WAITED LONG ENOUGH! A stupid playboy like you wouldn't get it, Remy, no matter what you think! There's nothing wrong with me! I love Jamie! LOVE! Yeah, that's right, L-O-V-E LOVE! Something you don't get, what you get is LUST. That's all you understand. Well understand this, you fucking Cajun PRICK!" he screamed, a monstrous demon built of flames roaring behind him. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK YOU KNOW! I AM IN LOVE. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME OR JAMIE. NOW I AM GOING OUT, SO GO JERK OFF TO YOUR FILM WITH YOUR STUPID SHEILA AS MUCH A YOU WANT! GOOD. FUCKING. BYE!" and with a snap of his lighter, the demon was gone, and John had left for his date.
If Remy hadn't been petrified, he would have yelled after him "THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
/o/
Jamie was in the romance section, staring wide eyed at the trash novel covers. Fabio stared back at him, and at women's breasts. Jamie ideally wondered what Fabio would look like with another guy. The other guy would have to have a womanly body, it would look too weird if he was all buff like Fabio. Then again, maybe a buff guy, even buffer than Fabio would look good-
"You know, a goose died on his face.(2)"
Jamie jumped and turned to see Damien behind him, grinning. "Jesus, are you stalking me."
"Nah, my brother needed some SAT books and I came along." He held up a copy of Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry(3). "I lost my copy and my English teacher said I had to buy a new one, they don't have anymore."
"You have Gibbons, right?" asked Jamie, a bit calmer now that he knew the person talking to him. "I heard she's a bitch."
Damien groaned and leaned against the wall. "You have no idea. Who do you have?"
"Murray."
"Argh!" Damien gave him a friendly punch, brushing his hand over Jamie's chest (he couldn't help it). "You ass, why do you get all the good stuff? Boyfriend, house, people to drive ya, AND a good English teacher." He grinned and Jamie felt his heart soften considerably. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for John."
Damien's grin lost a bit of it's happy. "Oh…um, okay. Say hi to him for me, kay? For driving me home and stuff."
"Of course." Jamie beamed.
"Um…are you doing anything after school on Wednesday?"
"N-no." Jamie blinked. Was he asking him…
"Cool, um, wanna go see that movie, the American one based after the Japanese flick? I'll pay 'n stuff. And no, it's not a date." Added Damien, seeing the skeptical look on Jamie's face. "Just as friends. Friends see movies together all the time. No biggie."
"Yeah, sure. I'll meet you in front of that big tree after school?"
"Perfect!" cried Damien, grinning like a fool.
"Hey, Fairy-boy." A boy who looked like Damien, only older, poked his head down the isle. "Let's go."
"That's my brother. See ya Wednesday!" Damien waved goodbye enthusiastically as he ran backwards down the isle so he could see Jamie's face for as long as he could.
And, as it usually happens when one runs backwards in a store, he ran into someone and fell flat on his face.
"Ow…" muttered Damien, being pulled up by his brother.
"You're so stupi-sorry man, my brother's a total klutz."
"It's okay. Just make sure he doesn't do it again." came the snide and Australian response to Damien's brother's apology. Damien looked up and saw Jamie's boyfriend, John, staring down disdainfully at him. "Are you gonna move or what, kid?" he snarled.
"S-sorry." whispered Damien, staring up at his with big eyes. There was something different about John. He looked angry. Yesterday he had looked almost euphoric but now…he looked enraged. It couldn't be because Damien ran into him. Hopefully Jamie would be able to calm him down. Or something.
Before he could ponder this more, Damien's brother grabbed him by his collar and dragged him out of the store, muttering how he could be out with his girlfriend but noooo he had to get friggin' study books.
John spent a few precious seconds looking after Jamie's friend, Damien. God, was he stalking his boyfriend or something? And why did Jamie continue to talk to him? That was it. He was going to make Jamie remember never to flirt with anyone again. Ever. Except for him. He'd tear his heart out if that's what it took, but HIS Jamie would fucking learn.
He strolled to the romance section, where he knew Jamie would be. He had a very odd obsession with trashy romance novels that had Fabio on the cover. John had been looking for a Fabio calendar for a long time now to give to Jamie.
He went stealthily behind Jamie had placed his hands over his eyes
Jamie grinned. "I'm guessing this is John."
"Hey baby." murmured John leaning down to kiss Jamie, who had tilted his head back.
Okay, maybe he wouldn't punish him for talking to that Damien kid.
/o/
"So how's your hand?" asked Jamie, wiping some ketchup off his mouth. They had gotten drive through from the local Burger Overlord(4) and had pulled into an alley to eat.
"It's okay. Stings a bit. Sorry about all that." John reached over and brushed his hand through Jamie's hair. Jamie leaned into his touch. "I really missed you kid."
"I missed you too. God, I could barley stop thinking about you." Jamie grinned. John continued brushing Jamie's hair gently, staring into his eyes.
"Hey…Jamie…remember what we talked about a while ago. The whole…taking it to the next level thing? Have you…thought about it?"
Jamie turned his head to stare out the battered windshield. "Yeah. I thought about it."
"And?" John's breathing became hard. Let him say yes. For the love of God, let him say yes so he could get rid of all these thoughts, these feelings, everything. If he could just get his hands on his lovingly awful little boy, he could move on with his life with Jamie, not tearing his apart.
"And…yes. I-I want to. But not right now."
John's stomach twisted. "You want to?"
"I want to."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. But not this sec-MMPH!"
John grabbed Jamie, throwing the food off his lap and onto the floor of the car. He slammed his mouth against the young boy's, nipping his lips before shoving his tongue into Jamie's mouth, breathing heavily, moving his hands up the boy's smooth chest. John almost came right there just feeling Jamie's flesh. It was untouched, silky even, and it was probably totally white and pale and he dragged his nails over that soft palate of flesh, praying he drew red over the pristine skin before him. "Oh God Jamie, I've wanted this for so long…" he breathed, ripping his lips away from his lovers and half opening his eyes to stare into Jamie's. "I need this, oh baby, I love you…" his nails dug further into the flesh. Maybe he if dug far enough he could reach Jamie's bones, maybe his lungs, hell even his heart, oh God if he could have his heart-
"John!" cried Jamie, pushing the man off him and scampering to the other side of the car, away from John. "Not right now! I don't want to do it in a car. I want it to be like…special."
John was going to cry. He was going to fucking. Cry. "Then…then Wednesday? Is that good? Tell me that's good Jamie, I can't wait any longer, I cannot fucking wait any longer."
"O-Okay. Wednesday." Jamie cautiously leaned over and kissed John, keeping his body well and far away. He traced John's lips with his tongue, like he knew John liked, and was happy to find his tongue was met with John's. They sat there, quietly making out. John gently placed his hand on the back of Jamie's head and pulled him closer. In the end, Jamie was straddling John, sitting in his lap and kissing him passionately, lovingly, the way his fantasies had shown it. He finally pulled away and pressed his head onto John's chest, sighing contently.
John stroked his hair, trying desperately hard not to rip it off and screamed at Jamie for not letting him have his way NOW. "I'll put everything together and meet you in front of your school, okay?"
Jamie grinned into his chest. "Okay." He glanced at the car's clock. "I have to go home now. Is that okay?"
John sighed and pushed him off. "Yeah, it's okay. Let's go."
They drove home, John occasionally popping out a question such as "Do you like roses?" or "What's your favorite type of chocolate, dark or milk or what?" Jamie was blushing redder than a tomato when he got back to the mansion, not to mention his lips were raw and red. He pulled the collar of his coat up so no one else would notice. Fortunately, everyone else at the mansion was so caught up in their own activities, they didn't even notice Multiple creeping to his room.
Jamie trudged into his room and slumped down in front of the full-length mirror Bobby had insisted upon hanging up. He crossed his legs and slouched over, looking up to stare himself in the eyes. He leaned back and fell back onto the floor, a multiple remaining in the sitting position he was in seconds before.
"Help me up."
Silently, the multiple stood and grabbed Jamie's hand, pulling his upward. Jamie fell into his arms and sighed. "Why do you think John loves me?"
"Because he does." Said the multiple simply. Jamie sighed and leaned more close.
"Do you think I love him?"
"I think you feel something for him. But I don't know if it's love."
Jamie's grip around his multiple tightened. "What do you mean?"
"He's your first boyfriend. Maybe he'll be your last, but I doubt it."
Jamie gulped. If his multiple said that, that meant that he thought it. And deep down he knew he did. "Go away."
The multiple disappeared.
Jamie hugged himself and flinched. John had hugged him really hard before. He went outside and crossed the hall to the bathroom. He locked the door and walked over to the shower, pulling off his clothes and tossing them messily on the floor. He opened the shower door and swayed back and forth on his heels, trying to see how much contact his skin could take with the cold tile wall while the shower heated up. He climbed in and immediately hissed, clutching his stomach and jumping out of the hot spray.
He hadn't even noticed. Imbedded into his stomach were half-moon nail marks from John's fingers sinking into his flesh. Jamie gingerly pressed his fingers against his side and let out a low groan. Still holding his fingers to the cuts carved into his flesh, he stepped back under the water and slowly removed his fingers, trying to ignore the stinging pain.
The water stream from his body into the drain had turned a light shade of pink, mixed with the blood slowly flowing from his John-inflicted cuts. Jamie closed his eyes and ran his fingers over his stomach, still under the water so his cuts stung, but his hands made him shiver in pleasure. He imagined John holding him, running his hands over his body, like he'd dreamed of so many times before.
Jamie whimpered, his hand going between his legs, brushing over the soft hairs that had started to grow a year ago. It wasn't his hand, though. It was John's hand, whispering over his most sensitive areas, pressing him against the cold tiles, pumping his dick, running his hand over Jamie's chest, tweaking his nipples.
But then, as Jamie came, he bit his lip to hold back his cry. And when he bit his lip, he imagined John doing that too, John throwing him down, tearing his fingers into his flesh, tearing him apart, in that way that he seemed to want to do. Jamie snapped his eyes open. Why…why had he thought that? Why had he even imagined John would want to do that.
And some little voice in that back of his head said, because you know he does.
But…but why?
Why would John do that?
And then he realized something else.
He'd just made two dates for the same day.
Fuck.
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NEW! Note: So, that's been partially rewritten, simply because it sucked. Not to say the ending of this chapter doesn't suck now, but whatever. It's still not as bad as before, but I've been toning the gore shit down for the moment. Keyword being moment. I didn't put in nearly as much bad shit as in the original draft. But that's okay, right? Of course right! Still is a bad ending, but that's okay. I hope. I'm tired.
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(1) Merde is French for 'shit'. French. FFFFFRRRREEEENNNNCCCCHHH!
(2) As a matter of fact, when Fabio was on a rollercoaster, a goose flew right smack into his face. He completely defied physics by like…not dying. Instead the goose died and Fabio was fine. BUT HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE! NOOO!
(3) I had to read that when I was in seventh grade. It was so. Boring. Maybe because I didn't read it.
(4) Dude, I would totally name my fast-food shop Burger Overlord. You will buy our burgers. Or else.
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hide-chu: Hey there. Zee would be making comments right now, but she desperately needs to study for French, her worst subject and last midterm. Thank God. She won't fucking stop complaining.
QUIET YOU! AND MY LEGS ARE ALL DRY AND WE HAVE NO LOOOOOOTTTTTIIIIIOOOOON!
hide-chu: …that was more than we all needed to know. Here are the reviews:
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Qindarka: Yes. Indeed he did break a window. They didn't take away yours! Jesus, SOMEONE FUCKING REPORTED ME! I DON'T KNOW WHY! GOD! Thank you for the kudos. I love kudos. KUDOS TO YOU FOR GIVING ME KUDOS! See now you have it XD I love Damien. He's like…the second greatest character I thought up. Ever. Yay, you love him :D Why do you know the Canadian national anthem? Are you Canadian? That's the only reason I can think of for knowing it XD I love the fact that you don't have a life. We can make a no life club!
nessie6: ARSJSHUSAJFHASJF NOOOOOO! I know GOD, IT'S SO UNFAIR! But yes, I can work on my other stuff. BUT STILL! God, I think I should get rid of untitled. Do you think I should write a new one with Luna as like…a teenager? Tell me what you think. The Princess Bride was an awesome movie. But a better book XD
whiterose934: is glomped. Again. WHOOO! I know, I can't believe it either. AND NO LINKS ARE SHOWING! IAHFIUSFHASHJDSA! I know, school sucks. LIKE MIDTERMS! froths at mouth
Star-of-Chaos: I know. I'm so pissed. AND I LOST THEM! ARGH! Thank you, though. I CAN NO LONGER PUT THEM UP!
DemonRogue13: Indeedus. Thankies :)
childrenwithblades: YES! IT WAS! WHOO! I LOVE DAMIEN AS WELL! I NOTICED IT WAS IN CAPSLOCK! YIPPEE! LOVE YOU TOO! THANKS!
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Wwwwaaaaaarrrrrrkkkkk…..Fffffrrrrrreeeeeennnnnncccccchhhhh….
hide-chu: I know, it sucks.
NO! NO YOU DON'T KNOW! ASJFSUAJFHLKAFJS NOOOOOOOOO! cries
hide-chu:…yes. Review please.