Save a Hook, Ride a Cowboy
The first several years in the fog had started to take a toll on both killers' and survivors' moral. The endless cycle of murder, torment, and trepidation slowly began to dull even the most bloodthirsty killers and survivors would throw themselves at the slayer's feet like pigs waiting for the slaughter. Some killers started to get a little friendlier and show the poor creatures some mercy, letting them complete generators in peace, giving hatch, or opening the exit gates for the team to escape. "Now look at us all? Who would have ever thought?" Kate said to the busy saloon patrons. She sat on the old wooden bar and reached over to the bottles on the shelves grabbing on old bourbon for Nea's and Anna's cups. Jake sat in the corner near a window as he nursed his cup of gin and fell into the sounds of Jeff playing an out of tune version of a rock song on the piano that was blanketed in obscurity from drunken laughter and chatter. He turned his attention to the window that showcased a hook that he had just been sacrificed on in the last trial by the Huntress, er Anna, "Still not used to them having names. This is all strange, but at least it's more pleasant now to have a place where we can enjoy ourselves." Jake jumped as a large vulture sat itself down on the porch railing outside the window and watched him, its beak opening slightly and then closing with a snap. Jake took a small piece of meat off of his wooden plate and threw it to the feathered scavenger who caught it and happily snapped it back down his throat. The large bird made the avian enthusiast weary, but he soon found the same comfort in the creature that he found in his crows. "I wonder how many times they devoured my flesh after I was moried?" Jake threw another chicken piece to the bird and the vulture moved up to the windowsill to be closer to its new handler. Jake released a small chuckle and slowly raised his hand up to the bird's wing. The vulture moved its head towards Jake's outstretched hand, giving itself a nice rub to Jake's delight. The bird's bald head felt smoother than he had thought, "Almost like touching a person's skin," he said quietly to himself as he ran his fingers down its long neck. "If you wanted to touch someone, you could have said so." Jake recoiled from the bird, scaring it back into the sky, and whipped his head back at the speaker. The Deathslinger held a bottle of gin as he refilled Jake's cup. "I didn't ask for a refill." The killer topped off the glass and sat down across from Jake, "I didn't ask if you wanted one you fucking magpie."
Jake hesitantly took the glass and eyed it for anything unusual, "I didn't poison it boy. I thought you would have known better by now." Jake snarled at the tall cowboy before downing the full shot glass in retaliation. The burning liquor quickly diminishing his anger and the need to gag set in. He coughed and hit his chest as the Deathslinger gave a hearty laugh, "You bastard! That wasn't gin." Jake wiped his mouth of the excess liquid and slid the glass back to the killer. "Yeah its my own moonshine. I thought surely that you'd notice the lack of smell, my bad." Jake's eyes widened in anger, "My bad? My bad! Are you kidding me?" Jake turned is attention back to the rowdy saloon and its patrons to ignore the man sitting across from him. The newest killer had been able to rig up a shitty jukebox out of the remnants of the gramophone that was upstairs and it looked like she, David, and a few of the legion were trying to figure out how to play it. "At least those long nails are good for something," the Deathslinger said as they watched the Skull Merchant use her fake nail as a record needle letting the song play through the bar. Jeff seemed pleased with the song as it must have been one that he had put in earlier. "He lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed towards the bar. Walked on up beside me, I knew he'd traveled far. In a voice as thick as mud he looked to the 'keep and said, "One shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend." The killer watched the saboteur as he listened to the rock/country music as a plan slowly unfolded before him, "Hey, how about it?" Jake looked at him with a questioning expression, "Um.. What?" "Drink with me. Shot for shot. Like the song." Jake let out a breathless laugh through his nose, "If I don't, are you going to shoot me?" The killer ran his fingers through his beard as he thought, "Maybe, but if you do I can make it worth while." "When it's six to midnight and boney hand of death is nigh, you better drink your drink and shut your mouth. If you draw against his hand, you can never win. Go ahead, and drink with the living dead." Jake's rational mind had long since given him the slip, especially after he had been tricked into drinking the homemade everclear, "Fine. Fuck it!" Jake raised his hands up in defeat and the killer laughed and stood up to make his way to the bar grabbing several different colored bottles. He sat them in a long line from one end of the table to the other in a colorful order from weakest to the most stout that could peel paint. "Rack it up Deathslinger." The bounty hunter raised an eyebrow at him as he poured the first drink into their shot glasses. It went down smooth with only a hint of the bitter after taste, "What was that? Water?" Jake antagonized the server. "That my dear boy, was your gin from earlier." Jake looked back down at the glass in disbelief, "That moonshine must have burnt off my taste buds." The killer laughed and poured the second glass. Jake grimaced at the obvious smell of whiskey as it waffed its pungent odor from the glass. He very rarely drank the dark liquor unless he WANTED to get shit faced. He looked up and saw the Deathslinger already finished and smiling back up at him, "Bastard," he muttered to the man as he flicked the rye concoction to the back of his throat making sure to stifle his gagging.
"What's your name?" The killer asked him. "Don't you already know it?" Jake took the initiative to pour the duo their next shot. "I do, but I'd rather hear it from you. I'll give you the pleasure of telling you mine so you don't have to keep calling me "Deathslinger"." Jake didn't miss the slight disgusted look at the mention of the Entity's given name for him. "Interesting." Jake took the shot of sweet bourbon, "Jake Park." The killer smiled and took the shot and slammed the cup back down on the table, "Caleb Quinn." Caleb poured the fourth bottle that gave off the distinct smell of beer. The two downed it at the same time and Jake let out a long exhale from his lips as he felt his body heating up. He abandoned his jacket, but kept his scarf to cascade over his shoulders that were not covered by his thin tank top. Caleb joined him eagerly as he had been already drinking before the boy showed up. "This the best you got, Deathslinger?" "Caleb." Jake poured the next shot, "Alright. Is this the best you got Caleb?" The Deathslinger grinned a crooked smile at the man who finally used his real name, "I got a lot left in me little raven, so don't get cocky now. We're only halfway through." They drank the red liquid that was surprisingly sweet, "Wine?" Caleb nodded and poured himself another shot of the spirit and Jake shyly pushed his glass closer to him for another refill. Caleb eyed the survivor's shy movements and his already flushed cheeks. "How amusing, my little raven." He poured the young man another glass of wine, "So what's your story little starling?" Jake divulged the story of his life before the fog without thinking twice, hard liquor makes for loose lips as the saying goes. They talked about the lives they left behind making the previous tension and aggression (mostly just from Jake) disappear as the two started to feel like two long lost friends finally meeting each other again. With another two bottles down, they started to inadvertently move closer to each other and share more personal details of their lives often leaning in a few inches from the other's face to share secrets.
Caleb learned the scent of rich soil and grass belonged to the saboteur and in return Jake liked the smell of liquor and gun powder that radiated from his new and unexpected companion. The seventh bottle left them in a giggling and laughing mess as they pointed out people in the saloon and made good fun out of them, "I even heard Meg is in a relationship with Trapper, eck!" Jake stuck his tongue out in disgust catching Caleb off guard, "You don't think survivors and killers should be in a relationship?" Jake poured the second to last bottle and looked down at the liquor, "No, I didn't mean it like that. Just the Trapper is my arch-nemesis here, so maybe that's why it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I'm not entirely sold on the idea of dating a killer anyway." The Deathslinger sipped at his cup, watching the younger man drink the alcohol down with half lidded eyes and a defeated look on his face, "Why?" Jake halted his reach for the last bottle and started to retreat into himself. "I don't know how anyone who could love you could put you on a hook to die. Even if they didn't, what consequence would follow you? Would it be worth it after everything is said and done? Plus, what happens if we do find a way out of this hell hole? We'd be sent back to our own times and to never see your lover again. It all seems like temporary relief." Caleb slid his chair besides Jake and put his finger under the saboteur's chin to make the boy look up at him. "This is all a temporary relief," he gestured to the robust laughter throughout the building, "Is it not better now that we've started to forge our own bonds?" Jake thought back to how cold and dreary early life the fog was and slowly nodded his head. "Yeah me too, so why drone on things that have yet to come, if they even come? Take it from me, take each blessing at a time and seize each moment like it could be the last." Jake was stunned at the wise words of the man he had before never would have thought of talking to. Many of his previous complaints he drew from his own insecurity at not knowing his future in the fog. He looked up at the strong face that was watching him with an unreadable expression, "You wanna know something? A secret if you will?" The killer cocked his head to the side and nodded, but didn't remove himself from the raven haired man, "I'm not entirely sure if I want to leave. I've lived my life in the remote woods to be alone. Don't get me wrong I love having my own space, but I couldn't imagine going back to the world with no one that understood what I've went through here. It makes me feel empty and disconnected with the real world when I think about it. I'm also not saying that I love the feeling of rusted steel going through my shoulder either. I feel damned if I do, damned if I don't."
"I can't blame you. I was taken advantage of, my legacy tarnished with each idea that was stolen from me, I was a slave, then a prisoner. I like the life I was granted here." Caleb let go of the saboteur's chin and slung his arm around his shoulder as he grabbed that last bottle that looked like it had very seldom been opened and took out the old cork in it with a loud pop. He poured the red liquid into their glasses and Jake looked at bottle's label. "Pinkham's Remedy? I've never heard of it." Caleb chuckled as Jake turned the bottle over in his hands, "You probably wouldn't have in your time. It was actually made for menstruating women, but it will knock anyone on their ass. I've used it to set this bad boy into place." The killer slapped his hand over the metal caging over his leg and was instantly reminded of it with the jolt of pain that seared his body. Jake laughed at the drunkard's self sabotage and looked at the ingredients, "This has opium in it! Are you crazy?" Caleb downed the drink in two gulps and groaned at the vile taste, "Maybe, but so are you little crow." Jake blushed at the slew of nicknames the Deathslinger kept shooting at him, "Yeah… maybe." Jake threw the tonic down the hatch and couldn't stop the urge to gag making Caleb laugh and pat his back. Jake took a moment to force his stomach to settle, "Do NOT throw up on me now!" His mental begging was quieted at the sweet sensation of the killer stroking his back. The touch was… nice. The gentle massage felt like the Doctor's electrotherapy as it sent shivers down his spine, but it didn't hurt. Jake leaned over the table and hummed as Caleb dug his fingertips in harder, unraveling years worth of knots. A quiet moan slipped through his lips when Caleb went to his lower back much to both of their surprise. Jake shot up, straightening his back with the loud crackling of bones, "S-sorry about that!" His face was an even deeper shade of red from the mixture of alcohol and embarrassment. Caleb eyed down the boy and placed his hand on the shaking thigh and huskily whispered in Jake's ear, "It's okay my little canary. I don't mind." Jake turned his head away to conceal his shocked expression. "Hey don't turn away from me now grá (love)." Caleb turned Jake's crimson face towards his and the two shared heated glances before crashing their lips together in a heated tango of teeth and tongues.
When they pulled back for some much needed air, Caleb grabbed Jake's scarf and led him up the stairs to the top floor. Some of the patrones noticed them, but either said nothing or gave them a wink, "Damn it Kate!" Jake turned his head away from the slight attention and followed behind the killer who would yank him along if he was taking too long. The killer slung the saboteur into a room near the balcony and slammed the door closed with his heavy boot as he discarded Jake's scarf to the floor. Jake was still in place as the man took a few long strides towards him and took control of Jake's lips once again in a more gentle and slower kiss. Caleb ran his hand through the obsidian locks and pulled at them forcing the saboteur's head to bend back as he latched onto the survivor's throat. Jake groaned through his gritted teeth and clutched Caleb's dusty shirt as the killer's tongue trailed up to his ear, "Get on the bed." The Deathslinger took a step back to take off his leather straps over his chest and unbutton his shirt as Jake stood there gawking at the tones muscles in his arms from years worth of working on machinery and from being a renown marksman. Jake never thought about the killer's body until now as it had always been cloaked in the mans many garments and Jake was more busy with trying to survive. "Do you wanna get fucked against the wall? Never took you as a sadist." Jake finched and scurried to the bed as he began to take off his shoes. The killer laughs and Jake turned towards the man who was looming over him, "What?" "What do you know, you are house trained." Jake frowned at the laughing man and went to stand back up, "I knew this was a mistake," when the killer picked him up around the waist and dropped him at the head of the bed. "I was just poking fun love, ain't no need in running off." Jake muttered obscurities into the man's shoulder, but didn't try to remove himself again to Caleb's liking. Being the gentleman he is, Caleb took his time undressing his present and lavished the new naked skin with kisses and light bites when they heard footsteps approaching the door. The handle was trying to turn as a drunken couple tried to enter. Reacting quickly, Caleb grabbed his harpoon gun at the top of the bed and shot it at the door as it began to open. A feminine scream sounded from behind the door as the two went back downstairs. To the killer's surprise, Jake giggled instead of trying to run again in embarrassment. He joined in with a chuckle and resumed working the boy out of his pants. Jake looked away as he became fully nude under the tall man who was eyeing him like a hungry wolf, "You gonna look at me or fuck me?" The killer ran his hand down Jake's length drawing a sharp inhale from the saboteur, "We'll get to that in a moment, but I'd like to do both."
Jake blushed and bit down on his lip to stifle the moan from the pleasure of Caleb's hand pumping him, "You can let your voice out my little raven," Jake adamantly shook his head "no". Caleb thought about why until the realization hit him like a bullet. "Want me to clear out the bar? I will, for only you." Jake thought about it, "It would be nice.. No that's too embarrassing, everyone will know why." Before Jake could tell Caleb his decision, the killer was already leaving out of the door with only his pants on and the gun slung over his shoulder. A loud shot to the ceiling brought all the noise to a stop, "Get yer shit and get out. NOW!" Jake could hear the sound of feet quickly leaving the building and couldn't help the dumb smile from forming on his face as he watched the man come back into the room with the familiar red bottle. Caleb saw the goofy smile on Jake's plastered face and chuckled, "I hope you're ready," the killer climbed up on the bed like a predator closing in on its prey, "because nothing gets me more riled up than getting to test my trigger finger and in this case," Caleb spread Jake's legs as he sat himself between them, "I get to use it in more ways than one." Jake shivered and Caleb popped the cork off the opium drink and dipped his fingers inside, "You're going to use alcohol to prep me?" "Not just any alcohol, opium will make you much more comfortable. Now be a good boy and focus on relaxing yourself." The killer slowly pushed his trigger finger inside of Jake who oddly felt no discomfort even when the second was added. Jake's head felt fuzzy and was incapable of stopping the lewd moans that escaped him. The avian lover gasped when those long digits pressed against his prostate and his whole body shook. The killer slammed against that spot a few more times, teasing the boy with a premature climax and finally pulled his coated fingers out. He poured some more of the bottle into his cupped hand and smothered as much of it as he could on his length before coming back down to Jake's lips. Jake braced himself around the killer as he felt the man slowly enter him as Caleb kept calling him sweet things in a language he didn't understand.
Once fully sheathed inside, Caleb waited a moment for the boy to adjust before snapping his hips back into the poor survivor in a quick rhythm. Jake rolled his hips back trying to match his speed, but the killer held his boney hips in place as he changed his angle, making a Jake yell out hoarse scream. Caleb nipped at Jake's rosy bud and ran his scratchy beard over it for even better results, "You must like the beard huh?" "Y-mmm-Yes!" Jake moaned out, now not caring that his voice was scaring the vultures away from around the bar. Everything felt intensified to Jake in his inebriated state and tried to control himself from cumming too quickly. The killer pounded into the smaller body making the old black and white photos on the wall shake and fall to the floor. The whole room felt ten degrees hotter as the sound of Jake's moans and the small grunts from Caleb echoed through the room. Caleb wrapped his hand around Jake's member tightly as he thrust quicker, denying the young man his orgasm that he could feel through Jake's tightening heat. Jake cried out in desperate need for release, "Music to my ears," the killer thought as he slapped the saboteur's ass. Jake yelped and moaned with every hit as his body tried to move against the hand keeping his hip in place in a bruising hold. "Caleb! I-I can't anymore… Please!" The killer was feeling merciful this time as his climax was approaching as well and let go of the purpling cock that was threating to explode. As soon as he released Jake, he slammed back against the boy's sweet spot making the saboteur cum immediately. Jake panted as the killer above him pounded into him in a more erratic rhythm signaling that he was getting close as well. With a final powerful thrust and a grunt the marksman came inside the survivor. He caught himself on the wall to not fall down on the spent saboteur as he caught his breath before gently pulling out of the abused hole. Jake's legs involuntarily twitched at the feel of something running down his thighs and hissed at the dull pain starting to show its clutches. Caleb handed the elixir to Jake for his impending pain and laid down beside him. Jake happily chugged the drink and laid back down on the soiled mattress. "Was it worth while?" Caleb teased and Jake only nodded his head as he curled into the warm body beside him. "Definitely."