Warning: This chapter does contain a lot of cursing and sexual acts between two men. If you don't like it, then don't read it ;) Also, thanks to all the comments, I appreciate them!
Sitting on his bed, Jack wiped the tears of anger and frustration with his quivering wrists. He wasn't sure what to think about the whole situation with Will, but he was surely not going to talk to him any time soon.
"Jack? You home?" A voice called after a few short knocks. Jack reluctantly slid off his bed and answered the door. Jack seemed surprised. "Mark – what are you doing here?" He asked quietly.
Mark smiled. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?" He chuckled.
"Oh, yes of course. Sorry. I am not myself today." Jack moved aside to allow room for Mark to pass him. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked, stepping into the kitchen after Mark seated himself.
"Do you have any water?" Jack nodded and took two bottles of spring water from the refrigerator and handed one to Mark.
"So, you haven't said why you're here." Jack said softly. Mark made Jack feel extremely uneasy. They had gone through some rough times; Jack wasn't sure he was ready for that again. He didn't want to be forced to do those things again. It was too terrifying even to think about. Jack shuddered.
Mark looked startled. "Can't I just come and see you, Jack? I missed you," He whispered, caressing Jack's cheek. Jack closed his eyes and felt Mark's soft fingers trace along his cheekbones, forehead, and slowly down his neck. He couldn't do this – just couldn't. All he could think about was the horrible past they had.
Jack pulled Mark's hand away. "I'm sorry Mark, you should leave. I can't do this." Mark's eyes grew ablaze, but softened immediately following.
"It's okay, I want to." Mark said softly and began kissing Jack's lips. "They are so soft." Mark grinned as Jack closed his eyes and felt Mark's tongue slip into his mouth. Jack suddenly felt as though he was going to be sick.
"Mark really. You have to go. I'm sorry I led you on like that." Jack stood to prevent Mark from doing anything further. Mark's eyebrows rose as he stood up and put on his coat.
"Fine, Jack. I thought you'd be happy to see me but I guess I was wrong." Jack held the door open for Mark, not saying a word. Mark walked through the door but as Jack began to close it, Mark made a grunting noise and pushed the door open with blunt force. Jack frantically tried to close the door pressing against it with his shoulder. The door pushed open and Mark stormed through.
"No one ever refuses me Jack. You should know that by now. Especially since we went through that whole ordeal." Mark's smile was twisted and evil. "Please Mark, no!" Jack fell to the floor and crawled backwards, trying his hardest to get rid of Mark. Tears fell down his face as Mark grabbed Jack's shirt with one powerful grasp. Jack longed for Will to be there to save him – save him this one last time.
"You're just a bitch Jack. A useless bitch and no one should ever be so unfortunate to have you." Jack nodded in agreement – anything to get him not to do what Jack feared he would. By now Jack away too miserable and frightened to think about anything but how much it would mean to him if Will should come through that door.
"Come on." Mark grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him across the wood flooring into Jack's bedroom. Jack held the front of his collar as far way from his neck as possible. His head immediately felt as though it would explode. He made small grunting noises as he flailed his legs as much as he could in hopes one of the tenants below would come up to his apartment and see what the commotion was about.
Mark released Jack's collar but grabbed his hand flinging him on the bed. "Please Mark, I don't want you to do this. Please.." Jack's sobs quavered.
"Shut the fuck up." Mark said with a huff. Jack could hear Mark unzip his pants, and then yanked Jack's boxer pants from around his waist. All Jack could do was cry and beg him not to. By then it was too late; Mark was beginning to enter him from behind. Jack made a small noise of discomfort, but Mark slapped his back so hard it made Jack's knees buckle. Mark dug into Jack's back and thighs, clawed his ribs, forcing himself into him again and again until Jack seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. Then he came with a huge shuddering shout that made Jack wince in pain and revulsion.
After Mark was finished, Jack was thrown onto the floor and his clothes were tossed at him. Mark looked at him with disgust. "Put your clothes on, filth. You make me sick."
Whimpering, Jack slid the boxer pants on and his gray t-shirt he'd been wearing before. Jack suddenly heard a grinding noise, like a knife being pulled from something. Mark brandished a switchblade at Jack.
"Mention this to anyone and this will be in your heart so fast you wouldn't have enough time to blink, got that faggot?" Jack swallowed and nodded, moving his body away from the blade.
"If you're not scared Jack, you should be." Mark grinned, sending the knife through to Jack's left side. Jack yelped in pain, immediately putting his hand over the wound and crouching to the floor. Tears spilled down his cheeks again, however these were tears of pain, and not tears that might save his life. Jack heard the door close. He waited a few minutes and managed to crawl across the apartment floor to put the chain on the lock. By then, Jack's hand couldn't control the blood gushing from his side. He took a dishtowel to it, crouched in a corner of the kitchen and dialed Will's cell phone number, praying to God he'd answer.
