Shora: Hello everybody! For those of you returning to my writing, hello again, for those of you who are new…Welcome. This is a venture into Les' Mis' fandom. This is a Jean ValJeanxJavert paring, so Yaoi, Angst, Suicide and deals heavily into Religion because of Javert. I hope you like it!
Killers, murders, rapists, and thieves…they all come here. Here to Toulon…under me, under my post… Inspector Javert walked down the line of inmates, chain and shackled by the neck to one another, the hot sun causing heat waves to appear less then 5 feet in front of him. It was mid-summer at everybody was feeling the heat. He had long-ago forsaken his jacket and was walking around in his crisp white shirt, his slicked back hair reverting to his natural curls at the base of his neck. The inmates and long ago tossed their ratty old shirts aside and the sweat was making trails down their dirt streaked backs. He paused over one inmate. 24601…. claimed to be stealing a loaf of bread for a hungry child. These beasts only think of themselves… Those dark eyes glanced over at him and locked with his. For one moment Javert could see the fire, the hatred, the utter resentment in those murky depths…and then he spoke.
"Why do you watch me so Inspector? Could it be that you have not the faith in me?" His deep voice rumbled and a dark eyebrow quirked upwards toward heaven.
"You are a convict. Scum of the streets, 24601" He responded with a sneer.
The said scum rose to his full height and said: "My name is Jean ValJean!"
The sound of the whip filled the yard as a small tongue of blood made it's away cross ValJean's cheek. He dug his fingers into the greasy hair and wrenched him down on all fours.
"You will not speak to me in such a bold manner, convict." He bent down next to ValJean's head. "Remember, I control your life."
With that he rose up to his full height, all 5'9" of it, bellowed: "Get back to work!" Wiping his fingers on another officer's shoulder.
Soon the familiar sounds of rocks and groans continued to fill up the yard, chasing away the demonic silence. The old church bell rang at 8:00 the convicts got into a line, and had their wrists held out for shackling. Javert walked down the line glaring at each of the bent heads and shoulders. When he came up to 24601, his back was straight and head erect, arms down.
"Hold out your wrists, 24601."
He waited a few breaths.
"Hold out your wrists." Javert waited. ValJean did nothing.
"HOLD OUT YOUR WRISTS!" Javert said, pulling out his pistol.
Valjean held out his wrists and glared poison daggers at the inspector who took it upon himself to shackle his arms, and walked on, back upright, but head down so as not to let the demon inspector see the shame running hot in face.
After that incident Javert came to watch 24601 in such a fashion one almost claim it was stalker-ish. Wherever Javert went along the yard one eye was in front of him and the other was on 24601's head. When he passed by ValJean, their eyes always locked, and it ended with Javert banging his head against his cot at night and ValJean sleeping on his stomach from the whip wound. One particular day, caused Javert's foundation's to be shaken.
Studies have been proven that in the absence of female companionship, the male rats chose to have intercourse with one another, but when a female was placed in the same cage, they chose the female every time…
Javert was walking along the silent stone cordoors during the one day they got off, the Sabbath. He walked down the corridor and made a turn into a small chapel, of witch only he knew of. He knelt by the small alter and lit a candle and begin to pray, his soft voice filling the small, ill-used room.
"Our Father, thou art in heaven, Hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, they will be done. On earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
He stayed in that position-hands clasped before him, head bowed, in prayer as he prayed for what he normally prayed for, his soul, the soul of his colleagues, the country, the health of the king and queen, but this time, he prayed for the soul of the man who had been occupying his thoughts, whose eyes have been haunting him in his dreams. He prayed for the soul of 24601. Just then, he was shaken out of his prayer buy a loud thump against the wood of the door. He stood up with a groan and was half way to the door when he heard a long, drawn out moan. He paused, thinking, and assumed another officer had snuck a whore in. It wouldn't have been the first time. But then the moan was answered by a masculine voice. One that he knew.
"Jac, mind yourself. We'll get caught by Javert." His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He was even to stunned to call ValJean by his number.
J-Jean ValJean! I didn't know he was…I didn't know you could. 25705 stopped his inner monoluge.
"You wish it was him, don't you."
That small sentence caused his blood to run cold, and his skin to go pale. He slowly made is way back to the alter and sat down, ignoring the moans and soon, thumps against the wooden door. Be soon he realized what those sounds were doing to him. He shifted from where he was sitting to another position, but that only made his arousal more evident, and he walked to the altar and knelt, hands clasped, granite features paled and screwed into a pace of pleading as he lifted his head to stare into the face of the small crucifix that he put there.
Dear God, take away these un-holy temptation I have. I have tried to be a good Christian, a good child of the Lord. Please don't let me fall out of Your path. I need to be in the Light. I am not a bad person. I have always followed Your word. Don't let me fall.
He stayed like that until he felt the erection go, and he was surprised to find he face wet. He hadn't cried in over 10 years. He shakely got to his knees, and walked back to his room, and collapsed on the bed, and fell into an uneasy, and fitful sleep.
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