A/N: Well holy shit, would you look at this... UNDER A WEEK!
It's kinda crazy, I've been planning this chapter since... Well. Over a year now, and now it's done. I can't quite believe it.
Anyway! Thank you everyone who's read so far.
Now, since I'm updating so quick, I'm guessing some people haven't had the chance to read and review the previous chapter, but, thank you, as always.
Gasoline Diamond - Can I just say a HUGE thank you to you? Your passion for my story, the fact you always review so... Well, violently (about Saint Jimmy, anyway) is just astounding. I love your reviews so much. Anyway. Don't worry too much about Kid, you'll see, Jimmy's only playing.
Also, you miiiight finally get your wish. Maybe. Can't give something like that away!
Right. Brief warning before we get into this. This chapter is VERY graphic, for me anyway.
And it might not be the end, but it certainly is the final battle...
It's gonna be bloody.
I just need to take the time, once again to send out a big thank you to Jo (Jomel10) without your encouragement and advice, this chapter wouldn't have been even half as good as it is now.
(alright, enjoy! One more chapter after this. Crazy! I'll have a big gushy authors note then, I think... Sorry in advance!)
The title for this chapter comes from the gorgeous Danger Days track, 'Bulletproof Heart'
Disclaimer: I own none of the boys, just the girl and the storyline.
Chapter 30 - The One Left Standing
Kobra Kid was shaking, again.
And he felt sick again.
And he was pretty sure that if Saint Jimmy wasn't pining him upright he'd probably have collapsed by now.
But Jimmy was pining him, and he was the reason Kid felt so ill.
He'd told him everything, everything he'd done to Party Poison, even going so far back as to tell him about what happened that very first day.
"Just a little kiss on the cheek, Kiddie. And it got him all tied up in knots. You remember how he was, right? And it was all over a simple little kiss. I was flattered."
He revelled in the details, clearly taking great pleasure in telling Kid how easy it'd all been.
"Oh. He put up a fight, but not much of one, really. And as for getting his name out of him? Far too easy."Kobra Kid was forcing himself to keep looking at Saint Jimmy, if he looked away he knew he'd seem scared, upset, which he was, but he couldn't show that. He was beginning to realise, more than ever, that you never show Saint Jimmy weakness. "Why? Why did you want his name anyway?"
Saint Jimmy smiled. "Because I like to know the name of the person I plan on having sex with." For the first time since Jimmy had started talking, Kid struggled, tried to get free, wanting to hurt him.
Jimmy just laughed, giving him a little leverage, only to slam him back harder. "Oh and of course, because you Killjoys just love your little secret identities. You're like a bunch of fucking kids, you know that? Masks and aliases that don't make any fucking sense! I'm all for fighting the fucking company, but if you've got any balls you do it bare faced and under your own damn name.""Is that right, Saint?" Kid replied, a tiny hint of a smile creeping onto his lips. Saint Jimmy smiled right back. "You're the ones who call me that, darling. I've gone by the name Saint Jimmy a hell of a lot longer than any of this mess. I didn't change it to hide. I wouldn't change it for anyone."
"What if Poison asked?" Kobra Kid challenged, his heart beating faster as he even considered going down this route. "What if… What if he wanted you to join us, but he said you had to change your name?" Saint Jimmy grinned, nastier, again, and leant back in close, whispering in Kobra Kid's ear. "I'd tell him to shut up and put that mouth to better use." Kobra Kid shook, violently, he should've seen something like that coming.
Then he realised Saint Jimmy hadn't moved away, his mouth was still by Kobra Kid's ear.
"But maybe I'll stop focusing on him for a little while. I mean, he's not here, and I'm getting impatient. But you are and… Well, Kiddie. Your brother might be the pretty one but… There's something about you too." Kobra Kid closed his eyes, tight as he felt Saint Jimmy's lips on his cheek.
"Maybe there's a little time for us to have some fun."
Then the door banged open, and Kobra Kid's eyes flew open, staring at the door.
He could've cried with relief.
Kobra Kid stared past Saint Jimmy, who had jumped back slightly in surprise, to Party Poison.
Well. At least he'd come back, not that Kid had ever doubted he would, of course.
He looked, honestly, terrifying. Poison's eyes squarely on the back of Saint Jimmy's head, where his gun was pressed.
He briefly flicked his gaze in Kid's direction, quick once over, to see if he was hurt.
"You okay?" Poison's voice sounded tight, like he was holding something back. Kid knew he was. He was furious at Saint Jimmy.
Kobra Kid nodded, forced his voice, weakly, out. "Ye- Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." "Good." Poison said. "Get out of here." "What?!" Kid demanded, shocked.
"I said, get out of here. Me and Saint have some matters to settle." Saint Jimmy chuckled then. "Oh, boy do we." "Shut up." Poison snarled at him. Jimmy laughed again.
Kobra Kid shook his head. "No. No way, Poison. I'm not leaving you on your own, not again. No." "Kid. This doesn't involve you, and I don't want you involved, now, please-""This is about what he did to you, isn't it?" Party Poison closed his eyes briefly, summoning what little strength he could to once again tell his brother to go, when, in truth, he wanted to tell him to stay, to never leave his side, he didn't want to be left alone, especially not with Saint Jimmy. But he had to do this, and he had to do this alone.
"Kid. Please. Get the fuck out of here."
And, finally, reluctantly, Kobra Kid slipped away from Saint Jimmy, ran for the door. He paused, looked back at Poison once, who still had his back to the door.
He stepped out then. Doing the one thing that scared him most, leaving his brother. Worse, leaving his brother with him.
But, he decided, he was only leaving to get help.
Saint Jimmy was laughing again.
"You know something, Cherry Top? That was a very fucking stupid move." In one swift motion, Jimmy turned around, grabbing for and knocking the gun out of Poison's hand as he did. It went flying across the room, out of either of theirs reach. Poison looked shocked, but quickly recovered, deciding he didn't need it anyway. He made a move at Jimmy, tried to punch him, but Jimmy grabbed his arm first, twisted him around, arm twisting painfully behind Poison's back. "Still fucking predictable." Jimmy muttered. Then threw him down.
While Party Poison recovered, Jimmy dashed to the door. Shutting it, flicking the lock, then dragging a chair over, wedging it under the handle.
Poison was on his feet again, and heading for Jimmy, and the door. He knew exactly why Jimmy had done that.
So that Poison was trapped, and so the others couldn't get in.
He felt a sudden shot of fear, he knew what Jimmy had planned for him.
That time Poison got his hit in, and it made Saint Jimmy smile.
He merely stood, touched his finger to his lip, then stared at the slightly bloodied finger.
"Looks like you made me bleed, Cherry Top." He said. "I'll have to repay the favour."
He grinned, nastily. He looked almost demonic.
Saint Jimmy made his move, and Poison found himself with his back against the wall.
Saint Jimmy's body pressed too close, and his lips almost touching Poison's.
"Oh, Cherry Top, angel. That was too easy. It's almost like you don't want to fight me." Party Poison closed his eyes, so he wouldn't have to see how close Jimmy was, though being able to feel it was, ultimately, worse.
"I do want to fight you. I want to fight you. I want to hurt you for what you've done, to me, to Rave, to Ghoul, to Kid. I want to teach you not to fucking mess with us!" Saint Jimmy chuckled. "Want to teach me a lesson, hmm? Well. Unfortunately, there's only room for one dominant in this relationship, and that, angel, isn't you." Saint Jimmy's hand stroked over Poison's cheek, lovingly. Poison smacked it away, opening his eyes again. "There's no fucking relationship, Jimmy. You're fucking deluded if you think there is." A fiery glint passed through Saint Jimmy's eyes, something Poison couldn't quite read, but that he was certain wasn't a good thing.
"Oh. But there is." Saint Jimmy insisted. "You're just too fucking stubborn to admit it. But don't worry, I plan to see to that. Loosen you up a little."
Then Saint Jimmy kissed him.
Poison could taste the blood from Jimmy's lip, and it made him feel sick, but he couldn't stop it, pinned so well by Saint Jimmy, even the hand that'd smacked Jimmy away previously was now caught up in Jimmy's hand, restrained.
Poison was already aware this was different to the way Jimmy had kissed him last time. Even though he hadn't wanted it that time either, Jimmy had been gentler, a lot less forceful.
This was going to get very bad, very quick if Poison didn't think of something to stop it.
Saint Jimmy forced his tongue into Poison's mouth, nudging at Poison's tongue, wanting a response. Detaching himself briefly Jimmy hissed, "Kiss me back. You fucking managed it before." Poison shook his head, not even opening his mouth to answer, scared and certain Jimmy would take his chance.
Saint Jimmy narrowed his eyes, he looked angry. "Oh. Now the whore gets fucking picky. I was fucking good enough to kiss yesterday, huh? But now, oh no.""I never wanted that, I never wanted you in the first place! I was just-"Then Saint Jimmy was kissing him again, tongue shoved in his mouth again.
Poison, suddenly finding the strength to do it, pushed him away, hard, making Jimmy stagger back slightly. "Enough! Jimmy! Give the fuck up! I do not want you! I do not fucking want this! Give. Up." Saint Jimmy scowled at him, his eyes, as ever, focused on Party Poison.
In total contrast to Poison's yelling, Saint Jimmy spoke softly, dangerously. "Oh. But that's just what you think. You think that because you haven't-""Stop!" Poison snapped. "I told you, enough! Enough of your fucking games, enough of your taunts. Because you know what? You could've had me, you could've had your fucking way with me. I was right there, vulnerable, I couldn't fight you. But you didn't fucking do it! So. I don't think you ever will. I don't think you can."
Poison regretted those words instantly, as soon as he saw the look in Saint Jimmy's eyes, as soon as he saw the grin.
"Oh." Jimmy said, slowly. "I can, Cherry Top, sweetheart." He darted forward, grabbing Poison by the arm again, twisting it, again, revelling in the cry he produced from Poison. Pinned him again, and Saint Jimmy leant close to his ear, and whispered,
"And I fucking will." Then he laughed. "We're gonna have so much fun."
Saint Jimmy pulled him, roughly, over to the bed.
"See, now. I think it's important our first time is in a bed, don't you? I mean, up against the wall is hot and everything, but a first time? A first time should be in a bed, it just should."
Jimmy pushed Poison down onto his front, then climbed on top of him, preventing him from Poison was shaking, terrified. Jimmy sounded crazier than usual.
First time?
"Saint. Please. I-""Oh, don't worry angel, I'm experienced here, I know what I'm doing. I'll try not to hurt you too much, but, you see, you did fuck up. You did reject me so obviously… You need to be taught some manners. And, well, it's been a while, hasn't it, Cherry Top? Since you had sex with a man. I mean, really. If only your dear darling Ghoul had done what you'd asked and fucked you into the sand, this would've all been a little easier, wouldn't it?"
Party Poison closed his eyes, not bothering to reply, what was the point anyway?
He felt Saint Jimmy pull his hips up, reach around for his belt, then the button, the zip of his jeans, pulling them, along with underwear, down.
That's when Poison tried to get away again, he struggled out of Jimmy's loose grasp on his hips, tried to get on his hands and knees, to get up, to get off the bed, that would be a start, if nothing else. "Uh uh uh." Jimmy grabbed him tighter, his nails nearly digging into Poison's skin, while the other hand reached up, on his back, pushing him back down.
Then, completely without warning, he felt Saint Jimmy's finger pushed, roughly, inside him.
Poison screamed.
"And now." Jimmy said, leaning down over him, mouth at Poison's ear. "That is what we get when we do not behave." Poison felt tears on his cheeks, all he could focus on was the pain, he could barely hear Jimmy, but he knew he had to listen, he had no choice. He nodded, hoping that was what Jimmy wanted. "So long as we understand." Jimmy said, approvingly. "Now, baby, I'm gonna take this out of you, for now. If you promise not to try and get away again I won't be putting it back in so hard, okay?" "Can't you just… Not do it again at all?" Poison asked, weakly.
Jimmy laughed, then kissed Poison's cheek as he slowly pulled his finger back out. "Oh, sweetheart, I think you know the time for that has long gone."
Jimmy sat up, still straddling him, making it difficult to move, though once again Poison tried to, he tried to sit up, only to have Jimmy's hand on his back push him down again. "Oh dear dear… I had hoped the message had gone through. Still, never mind, not like I don't have my resources."
Party Poison couldn't see him, but he could feel Saint Jimmy moving slightly, but only slightly, possibly he was getting something out of his pocket? That couldn't be good.
"I knew this would come in handy." Saint Jimmy announced, happily. Then he shifted up slightly, reaching for Poison's hands.
He felt a familiar sting of wire start to circle his wrists, then he knew what Jimmy had done.
He'd kept the wire that Korse had used on Poison, and he was using it again now.
"See." Saint Jimmy said, proudly, his work done. "I'm nothing if not resourceful."
He sat up again, looking down at Poison, and he smiled at what he saw. "And, y'know… Tied up. That's kinda sexy, right?" Suddenly by Poison's ear again, his breath and words hot and humid. "Like at Better Living, huh? How's it feel to know that the entire company saw you all tied up like that? That they saw you… Being punished like that, dominated. I mean, from what I saw… You kinda enjoyed it, hmm? Just think… All those people saw you like that."Poison cringed, trying so desperately not to think about it, he didn't even question the fact Jimmy had seen it too. He didn't need to, Saint Jimmy told him anyway. "They saw you stripped and brought down to the very basics. And… So did I. I bet you didn't know they were recording you too, huh? Well, guess what, I got myself a copy. I gotta say… It was kinda hot, especially the noises you made. I wonder… If I can get some of those noises out of you myself." Poison whimpered as Jimmy's hand trailed down his side, over his hips, over his ass, then teasing ever so slightly inside.
"But!" Jimmy announced, taking his hand away. "We've got plenty of time for that, now, haven't we, Cherry Top? Or… Should I say… Gerard." He winced again as he heard his name, wishing, desperately, that he could take it back.
"I mean… That is what you and Frank do when you're like this, fucking, I mean. You use each others real names. I think it's only right I get to do the same thing." He knew that Jimmy had emphasized Frank's name on purpose, making it clear that he had overheard that part of the conversation too. Proud that he had something else to use against them, him, specifically. "Jimmy. No, you can't, please, it-""I'm sorry, Gerard, I don't think I remember asking your permission." He flinched again, hearing his name. He realised he how much he hated Jimmy using it, it was like he was degrading it more every time he said it. Making it less… Special. It was special when Frank- (he tried to correct himself, but in the end didn't bother) when he used it. It always felt… Good. Like it made them closer.
Poison felt Jimmy moving above him, shifting about, heard the clink of a belt, a zip being undone.
This was happening. No last minute back outs from Saint Jimmy this time, Poison knew. No chances to save himself. There was only one thing Saint Jimmy wanted this time.
And, Poison knew all too well by now.
Saint Jimmy always got what he wanted. One way or another.
"He's seen it too, you know? The footage. I gave him and your brother a copy of the disk… They seemed… A little upset by what they saw."
Ghoul had seen…? Kid had seen?!
Party Poison felt an added wave of despair crash over him.
They knew. Worse. They'd seen it.
How could he ever expect them to look at him the same?And after this… After Jimmy was done with him… He knew, he'd be lost, entirely.
Saint Jimmy felt in no rush, why should he? He had Poison exactly where he wanted, he wasn't going anywhere. And with the door secured like it was even if anyone came charging to the Killjoys rescue, they wouldn't be able to get in. Jimmy smiled at the thought of Fun Ghoul on the other side of the door, trying, vainly, to get through, to save his dear beloved. He thought it would almost be worth him getting in and seeing the state Saint Jimmy would have sweet Poison in by the time he got there.
Still, there was no chance of that, so Jimmy guessed he'd just have to remember every detail to go over with Fun Ghoul some other time.
He'd probably cry…
And wouldn't that just make Poison feel even worse?
There'd be plenty of time for that sort of thing though, right now, he wanted to focus on the task (the treat) at hand.
He slipped out of his jeans, his boxers, throwing them, carelessly, to the floor. The anticipation suddenly building, Jimmy found himself having to calm down considerably so he didn't just go straight for it, push right in.
Jimmy distracted himself with the task of pulling Poison's jeans, underwear off completely, wanting the easier access this would bring.
As he did, however, Party Poison saw a chance, rebelled again, kicked out, unable to see what he was attempting to kick, obviously, but trying for anything that might get him free.
Saint Jimmy just laughed, then grabbed Poison's ankles, slamming them together. "Now now. You could do some serious damage. I don't want to have to tie your feet too, but I will if you make me." Then, leaning down slightly, but not letting go of Poison, he continued. "And before you get any ideas that I'd tie them together like this, you're wrong, you and I both know that'd make our… Love making a little difficult. No. I will tie you so your feet are tied to either side of the bed stand, your legs spread nice and fucking wide for me. Now, that'll make my job a hell of a lot easier, but I'll dare say it'll make things very fucking uncomfortable for you." Party Poison stilled, trying to get across he understood, without actually having to say the words aloud.
Saint Jimmy got the message.
"Good boy." He said, approvingly, letting him go.
Poison felt Saint Jimmy's hands run up his back, pushing up his shirt, exposing as much skin as he could. Poison cringed at the touch, it all made worse by the knowledge this was only the beginning.
In fact, it'd barely even begun at all.
His legs were pushed, roughly, apart, and Jimmy slipped between them, already moving right up close. One hand stroked over Poison's hip, while the other glanced over his ass.
Just get on with it. Poison silently begged, he couldn't stand this anymore. This waiting waiting waiting waiting for Jimmy to-
Poison screamed again as Saint Jimmy once again shoved his finger deep inside him. "Ooh." Jimmy cooed. "I'm sorry, baby, did that hurt? Well, gonna have to work at loosening you up then. If a slim little finger made you scream like that I can't begin to imagine the kind of noise you'll make with my cock inside you." Jimmy leant down then, to whisper in his ear. "Actually, I've got an idea what you'll sound like. It'll go something like this, I think." He proceeded to make panting sounds, punctuated by moans.
Then he giggled. "I think you're going to beg for more." Poison didn't answer, he didn't dare. Anything he said, or did, Jimmy would use against him.
He felt the finger slide back out, thrust back in. He held back the scream that time.
"C'mon, angel, relax. Relax into this, it'll be so much better for you if you."
He didn't want to, he didn't want to give Jimmy that. If he did as Jimmy said, he'd be giving in, giving Jimmy exactly what he wanted. He still wanted to fight, to stop this, he felt like he was aching to fight back.
But he couldn't. He knew, he knew already, Jimmy had won. So what was even the point anymore? Hating himself even more than he hated Jimmy at that moment, Poison did the hardest, and yet easiest thing to do.
He relaxed. Stopped fighting.
"There we go." Jimmy purred.
Jimmy started picking up the pace, introduced another finger, and already Poison wanted to cry.
When Jimmy spread the fingers inside him, then Poison did cry out, though quietly. Fuck! Would it kill Jimmy to use some kind, any kind of lubricant? He wasn't adverse to spit, after all, just, anything to make this a little less painful.
Then the fingers were out completely, and Jimmy was edging even closer, lining himself up, getting ready.
"Oh, Gerard, baby, I have been waiting for this." One hand on his shoulder, one on his hip, pulling him up on his knees, giving Jimmy a better angle.
Poison bit down on his lip, hard, as Jimmy thrust into him with one, too fast, too hard motion. Not quite all the way in the first time, but not far off. Poison found himself gasping for breath, tears streaming, while Jimmy, above him, made an obscenely pleased sound. "Oh. Fucking God, angel." He moaned, sliding out a little, thrusting in, deeper, the next time. Poison clenched his jaw, determined not to make a sound, not to give Jimmy that, at least.
It seemed Jimmy didn't much care though.
"You know something, Gerard." Saint Jimmy said, going a little deeper again, he was going a little at a time now. "I never planned it to be like this. Our first time was meant to be… Special. Sweet. Slow. I would've treated you really nice. Nicer even than I bet your dear Ghoul did, I mean… The first time for you two can't have been all that fun, neither of you terribly experienced, he can't have known what would hurt and what wouldn't." Jimmy paused. "Don't bother asking how I know he fucked you first, darling. As if it would be any other way." Another thrust, harder, going in as far as he could now, and Jimmy paused, revelling in the feeling of being deep inside Poison. He dug his nails into the skin of Poison's hips a little, some extra claiming and marking on his part. "I would've treated you so fucking good… We would've made love." He sounded almost wistful, and the hand that'd previously been inflicting the pain was stroking, lovingly, over the sore spot now. Poison shivered, knowing this treatment would only last so long.
And, without fail, Saint Jimmy pulled out, almost completely, then thrust back in, so fast and forceful, Poison couldn't stop from crying out, his breath catching and choking him, cutting the cry off. Saint Jimmy grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head back, painfully, making Poison whimper, and he hissed in Poison's ear, "But you had to go and fuck things up. You rejected me, Gerard. You kissed me and teased me then you pushed me away. So now, our first time has to be like this. A punishment. So you know your place. So you learn that the only one who gets to play the games around here… Is me."
Then he let go of Poison's hair, throwing his head forward, roughly.
"Of course… That doesn't mean I'll be completely cruel." And Jimmy's hand snaked over Poison's hip, curling round, reaching down. His fingertips brushed lightly over Poison's cock, taking him in hand, stroking him once, then letting go.
Poison gasped, trying to hide the moan that'd escaped his lips. Fuck. He couldn't keep up with this, couldn't keep up with Jimmy's hot cold, fast slow, nasty and nice. It was messing with his head just as much as the act itself.
And that was certainly doing it's damage. Mentally, and physically.
Jimmy hadn't been careful, he hadn't tried to be careful, that wasn't the idea. He'd meant to hurt him, at least a little.
Fuck it hurt so much.
Jimmy was back to it now, thrusting steadily, but hard, making sure Poison felt it a little more every time.
He was bleeding, that he knew. It hurt so much there was no way there wasn't some tearing involved.
And… He could feel it. As Jimmy moved in and back out again, he could feel something sticky slick.
No point kidding himself what it was.
Saint Jimmy had shut up for a little while, apparently just enjoying his prize, running a hand over Poison's skin, occasionally digging his nails in, scratching him. He seemed to enjoy that too.
Then they heard something which made Saint Jimmy stop, briefly.
At first Poison was so wrapped up in the pain, when Jimmy had stopped, he'd been in deep, he was still, and Poison's mind was just filled with that.
But then he figured out what'd made Saint Jimmy stop.
His heart lurched, then quickly dropped.
"Poison!" "Poison, the door's fucking jammed!"Then, finally, loudest of all. "Saint! I fucking swear to God if you've hurt him I will fucking tear you to fucking pieces, you hear me?"
The others were outside.
And though he desperately wanted this all to stop, Poison wasn't sure he could handle having them see him like this.
Saint Jimmy chuckled. "Hear that, Gerard? I think your boyfriend is a little upset with me. Maybe we should let him in, hmm? Just him. Let him see what we're doing. Do you think he'll be upset with you too? I mean, you did go along with this, after all.""I didn't-!""Oh, But you did. You let me take you over to the bed, you let me undress you, and tie you up, in fact, in a way, that part was your idea. Then, of course, you complied enough to let me inside you. I mean. You did relax when I asked, didn't you?" Now Jimmy put it like that…
He'd let this happen.
"It's our first time, so of course there's been a few… Issues along the way. But so long as we both end happy… What does it matter?"
Saint Jimmy leant down again, kissing at Poison's neck, his hand curling back down again.
He took Poison's cock firmly in hand, and Poison gasped, a pained kind of gasp.
"Uh huh. That's it angel, make as much noise as you want. We won't have to let them in then, they'll know exactly what's going on from the other side of the door." Poison could still hear them, banging, kicking the door, could hear them calling for him. Could hear Kid and Ghoul screaming threats at Jimmy.
Poison closed his eyes tight, trying not to hear them.
He could hear himself panting, the enjoyment of Saint Jimmy's hand unable to be denied, and he felt disgusted with himself for it.
If they got in the room now, they'd never believe it was rape, that he hadn't wanted this.
Jimmy was moaning and cursing happily, being unnecessarily loud.
Then he picked up the pace, and Poison knew Jimmy was getting close.
Just hold out a little longer, it's nearly over.
The thought wasn't all that comforting, it turned out.
Jimmy's hand sped up too. "Gerard, baby, angel. I'm- Oh fuck-" He stopped talking, his face buried against Poison's neck, nipping him gently, making Poison whine slightly. "Dirty whore likes the rough stuff?" Jimmy panted, nipping him again.
Poison tried to shake his head, but before he could protest, Jimmy had pulled out, then thrust in hard, harder than before.
Poison cried out, his back arching slightly, as much as Jimmy would allow, then slipping down. His knees, which Jimmy had forced him up on, were barely able to support him anymore.
"A little too rough?" Jimmy asked, briefly stopping, only to shift him back up onto his knees again.
Poison groaned, no, he couldn't take anymore. He fell again, and Jimmy swore, frustrated.
"Fine!" Jimmy snapped. And a small, crazy part of Poison thought maybe Jimmy had given up, that this was it, that he was done.
He knew he'd been crazy to think that.
Jimmy pushed him onto his back, grabbed his legs, lifting them up, bringing himself close, lining himself up again. "I kinda wanted to see your face anyway." Jimmy said, before, once again, thrusting in.
Poison cried out again, and for the first time in a few minutes he heard the sounds from the other side of the door.
After he'd cried out he heard Ghoul scream, "Gerard!"Fuck.
He closed his eyes again.
"Frank." Saint Jimmy dug his nails into the skin of Poison's thighs. "Now. Gerard, darling. That's just rude." Then his hand slid down, taking Poison in hand again. "But I honestly don't care much. I'm ready to go… But not before I take you with me." Poison tried to deny it, but it felt good. Jimmy felt good. He knew exactly what he was doing, and, somehow, even the sex didn't seem to hurt so much now. He was aware of the pain but…
Then it all happened, so quick.
Poison was vaguely aware of the sounds escaping him as he came, but he couldn't silence them, though he wanted to. He wanted to deny this was happening at all.
By the time he was done, Jimmy was in mid-climax, cursing and moaning again, louder than before.
Telling Poison he was a whore.
Telling him he was beautiful.
Telling him he was his fucking bitch.
Telling him he loved him.
Then, finally, it was over.
Poison stared up at the ceiling, glassy eyed, as Jimmy moved out of him, got down off the bed.
He realised how quiet it was.
The shouts from outside had stopped.
They'd heard it. Heard it all.
And they were shocked into silence.
Poison closed his eyes, hoping that, maybe if he did that, this would all go away.
But it wasn't going away.
His wrists still hurt where they were restrained, the scratches on his legs and hips and stomach stung. He realised Jimmy had even gone so far as to scratch at some of the nearly healed wounds inflicted on him by Better Living, and they stung most.
He didn't want to think about the other pain he felt. Though he couldn't get away from it, it hurt the worst.
He could feel the blood smeared on his inner thighs, could feel more, trickling from him. He knew some of that trickling was also Jimmy's come, slowly seeping out of him.
Though he felt like he could barely move, Poison just about found it in him to roll over, burying his face in the pillow in shame.
Then, out of nowhere, he heard a massive thud against the door, like someone had kicked it.
"Poison!" Ghoul again.
He sounded like he was crying.
"Saint! You fucking let me in there or I swear I will fucking break this door down! I'm going to fucking kill you for this! I'm going to kill you, you sick bastard!"Saint Jimmy chuckled. "Feisty little thing, isn't he?"
Then he crouched down beside the bed, by Poison, who had his head turned the other way.
"He's mine too now, see? They all are. The Killjoys belong to me, just as surely as you do. They'll be grateful, I think, to have a stronger leader. Now. I'm going to tell them the news." Jimmy unwound the wire on Poison's wrists as he spoke, then he stroked Poison's hair, making him flinch.
"You come outside whenever you're ready, okay, darling."
Ghoul leant, heavily against the door, banging his fist, weakly against it again.
Shit.
He'd failed.
Kobra Kid, beside him, said, quietly. "Maybe… Maybe it's not what we think, right, Ghoul? I mean. Jimmy could just-""Stop it." Ghoul told him. "You know now as well as I do what Saint always had planned."
The recent memory of Saint Jimmy telling him exactly what he wanted from Party Poison flashed in Kobra Kid's mind. And the sounds they'd just heard that refused to leave his ears.
But still. He wanted to pretend, while he could, that it hadn't just happened.
That Poison hadn't just been raped, in their own home, with all of them just the other side of the door, powerless to help him.
As soon as Kobra Kid had got out of that room, he'd run off to look for the rest of them, he found Fun Ghoul first, told him, quickly what was going on.
Ghoul had just stared at him.
"You know what he's going to do?" Kobra Kid had nodded.
"Fucking hell Kid, why'd you leave him?!""Because Poison didn't give me a fucking choice! Now, do you want to keep yelling at me, or do you want to stop Saint?" Fun Ghoul had nodded, apologised, and they'd run back inside.
The door was already shut and jammed by the time they got there.
Jet Star and Rave had come running when they heard Kid and Ghoul shouting.
"What's going on?" Rave had demanded.
"Saint Jimmy's in there. With Poison."It hadn't taken Rave long to piece it together.
"No. No. Jimmy… Jimmy wouldn't. I-""What if I told you he tried before, Rave?" Ghoul said, as patiently as he could. "Why do you think Poison hated having Saint around so much?" Rave shook her head, like she didn't believe it.
But she did, she believed it entirely.
Right now Rave was crying, leaning into Jet Star, who seemed in a state of shock, he'd seen none of this coming. He'd known Saint Jimmy was no good but… This he couldn't have predicted.
They heard the scrape of a something being dragged, and Fun Ghoul backed away from the door just as it opened.
Saint Jimmy was standing in the doorway, holding the door a little open. He beamed at the Killjoys.
"Ah. Good. You're all here."
Both Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul lunged at him. All sense of hopelessness gone.
Now they just wanted to hurt Jimmy.
Badly.
Saint Jimmy blocked them with the door, hiding just behind it.
"Oh. No no. I'm sorry boys, no coming in here. Can't go disturbing dear Gerard, I'm afraid.""Then why don't you come out here?" Kobra Kid snarled.
Saint Jimmy laughed. "All in good time, Kiddie. But first… Me and Gerard have some… News."Then Saint Jimmy opened the door a little more, wide enough now that they could see inside.
They saw Party Poison, on one of the beds.
Their fears entirely confirmed.
"I'm sure it'll come as no shock now when I tell you all that I'll be in charge here from now on. And, also, I do hope you'll be supportive of mine and Gerard's new relationship." Saint Jimmy looked to Fun Ghoul. "Too bad. You two were so close to making it work, weren't you? Such a shame."Then he turned his attention to Kobra Kid, "And, Kiddie, now, I understand this may all take a little getting used to but-"Party Poison listened, though only barely able to concentrate, everything felt… Off. Far away.
They'd seen him now, hadn't they? And they knew… They knew, without doubt, what'd happened.
Close the door, Jimmy. Please.
But then he heard what Saint Jimmy was saying… What he was telling them, taunting them.
The way he was talking to Ghoul.
To Kid.
Was he really going to let this guy take over? Let him take charge of the Killjoys?
So what, he'd been beaten, broken and sent through hell? That's the risk you take, being a Killjoy, it can fucking hurt sometimes. And being a Killjoy leader, you have to be even fucking tougher.
Suddenly, something Ghoul had said came to mind.
"You are the fucking rebel leader. You are better and stronger than anyone who to stupid or vain enough to challenge you. You are Party Poison."
Was he really going to fucking step down and let Saint fucking Jimmy take his place?
No.
He realised. He wasn't.
Kobra Kid noticed it first. While Jimmy was still talking, Kid was staring straight ahead, at his brother, trying to make any of this make sense.
Then he saw Poison move, finally, which was a relief, he'd been so still.
As Kid watched, he realised what Poison was doing, though he was doing it slowly, Kid could see every movement hurt, but he was doing it anyway.
He was getting up.
Sitting up first, then turning to place his feet on the floor. He looked up, and saw Kobra Kid looking at him, wide eyed.
Poison smiled, slightly, trying to assure him he was okay.
Kobra Kid made a mental note to tell him off for that later.
Then Poison pressed a finger to his lips. He wanted Kid to stay quiet.
Kid's heart lurched. He knew what this meant. Poison was getting up without Jimmy knowing.
He was going to fight back.
Kid nodded once, telling Poison he understood.
Then he grabbed Ghoul's arm, getting his attention.
Ghoul saw too, opened his mouth to say something, but Kid tightened his grip, and Ghoul got the message.
Poison was slipping back into his jeans as quickly and quietly as he could. When he looked to the door again, making sure Jimmy still hadn't noticed, he saw Ghoul looking at him this time.
Poison didn't know what to do.
All the things he wanted to communicate to Ghoul were far too complicated to be summed up into any simple and silent gesture.
As if reading his mind, Ghoul nodded, and looked away, focusing on Jimmy. Who, naturally, was still talking.
Poison got to his feet.
It was the second time that day that Kobra Kid thought his brother looked terrifying.
It all happened quickly after that.
Party Poison came up behind Saint Jimmy, grabbed him by the shoulder, and just as Jimmy turned, he punched Jimmy, the force and the surprise of the blow, making Jimmy stagger back.
And straight into Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul.
Saint Jimmy struggled, but the two Killjoys were quick to get their hands on him.
"Hold him still." Poison said, his eyes and voice hard, commanding.
They couldn't remember the last time they'd heard an actual order from Party Poison, but neither hesitated to comply.
Jimmy continued to struggle until Poison came right up close again. Then he stilled. Staring straight at Party Poison. Then he laughed.
"I see. Can't fight me alone? Need your baby brother and your fuck toy to help you, huh?" Fun Ghoul couldn't help it, he punched Saint Jimmy in the stomach.
Jimmy just laughed harder, though he choked slightly.
"Ghoul." Poison said, calmly. "Sorry."
Everyone knew he wasn't.
Then Poison said. "Let him go." "What?" Kobra Kid protested.
"I said, let him go. He's right. I need to fight him myself.""Poison. No." He turned his head, saw Rave, who'd just stepped slightly closer. She looked so scared, so worried. Poison tried not to think about the reasons behind that.
She knew Saint Jimmy best. That's why she was worried.
He smiled at her, attempting reassurance.
"Let him go." Poison repeated, focusing back on those in front of him.
Hesitantly, Kid and Ghoul looked at each other, then, doing exactly as asked, they let Saint Jimmy go, and stepped back.
"So… You want to make this all a little more public then, hmm, Gerard?" Jimmy asked, brushing himself off, he looked up at Poison and grinned.
"Oh. Shut up for once, would you, Saint?" Poison sighed.
"As you wish." Jimmy said.
He was on him in seconds.
But, unlike so many times before, this time Poison was ready for him, moved out of the way at the last second, also managing to strike Jimmy again as he did.
A couple of quick shots, always aiming for the face, then Jimmy got a good hit into Poison's stomach, sending him to his knees.
Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul nearly ran in then, but Jet Star stopped them. "Wait. He's got this."
They weren't so sure as Jimmy pushed Poison down further, onto his back again.
But, then, Poison twisted himself, and Jimmy, over.
Poison pulled his (earlier retrieved) gun out of it's holster just as he sat up, sitting on Jimmy, straddling him, gun held tight in both hands, aiming straight between Saint Jimmy's eyes.
It hadn't been a long fight, but both were bleeding. Jimmy's lip, once again, split. It never seemed to get the chance to heal. And blood was coming from his nose.
The same could be said for Poison, bloody nose which now was falling over his lips, he licked at it, grimacing slightly. Another cut above his eye was also steadily bleeding.
Saint Jimmy stared at the gun for a while, then glanced down, where Poison was sitting on him.
"Well. This is certainly an aggressive way to tell me you like to be on top.""Shut the fuck up, Saint!" Poison snapped. "It's fucking over! Don't you get it? You. Lose."
Even then, Saint Jimmy laughed. "Oh. Do I?"
"Yes." Kobra Kid said, coming up to the left of Party Poison.
"You do." Fun Ghoul continued, coming up on the right.
Rave and Jet Star moved forward too, Rave just behind Ghoul, Jet just behind Kid.
"Guess what, Saint? These guys don't like the idea of having you as a leader. You messed with the wrong people. If you wrong one of us, you have all of us to answer to."
Saint Jimmy glanced to each Killjoy in turn. And, for the first time they saw something other than amusement in his eyes.
He was scared.
"Now." Poison said, leaning down a little. "I just want to get one thing fucking straight." He paused, noticeably breathing harder, the others could tell Poison was starting to find this difficult. The fight had been fast paced, and they all knew, though they didn't want to think about it, he'd given himself no time to recover from the rape. He wasn't going to be able to hold up much longer.
Poison was trying to ignore the pain, but he'd done himself no favours with his choice of position. However, he had a point to make, and he was going to make it.
Looking down at Saint Jimmy, Poison lowered the gun slightly to ask, very clearly,
"What is my name?" The amusement was back. "Whatever I want it to be, Cherry Top." One hand leaving his gun, Poison punched him, making the blood from his nose flow faster.
"Try again." "Fine. Fine." Jimmy said, sounding bored. "If you want to do things properly, Gerard." That time Poison punched him then grabbed his hair, lifting his head, letting it fall back onto the floor. Then he hissed, "You will fucking forget that name, you hear me, Saint?"
Party Poison sat up again, gun perfectly trained again. "One last try. What. Is. My. Name." Saint Jimmy stayed silent, so Poison pushed the gun up under Jimmy's chin.
"Alight!" Jimmy snapped. "You- You're- Party Poison!"
Poison grinned, then, after moving the gun away, he said, mimicking the words Saint Jimmy had said on their first day of meeting, "And don't you fucking wear it out." Then, looking to the others, Poison said, casually, "Alright. He's all yours."
As Kobra Kid and Jet Star moved forward, Poison started to push himself up, winced, finding it hard to move.
The adrenaline had subsided, and now it just hurt.
He felt a hand on his arm, looked up, and saw Ghoul, beside him, offering help. He looked worried, but there was a small smile.
Poison managed to return the smile, as he let Fun Ghoul help him to his feet. He staggered, but Ghoul caught him. Steadied him. Poison tried, once again, to move on his own, but, his legs unsteady and unwilling to support him, Poison staggered again, and he finally collapsed, into Ghoul's arms, giving into the pain wracking his body.
Ghoul hadn't been expecting it, felt himself going down with Poison, but he managed to gain enough control so that though they ended up on their knees on the floor, they didn't fall hard.
Poison leaned into him, burying his face against Ghoul's chest, allowing himself to collapse in an entirely different way. Giving into the emotional anguish he'd buried deep.
Fun Ghoul put his arm around Party Poison, drawing him in, close. Wishing he could make this all go away for Poison. Knowing he could only comfort. And he would.
Fun Ghoul had to admit, he was just glad to have Poison back, and close. He'd been so scared that, after everything, he'd really lost Poison this time. Not just as the lover he'd been, as they'd planned to be again, but, Ghoul knew, if Saint Jimmy had truly won, they would've lost Poison. Not physically, but in every other way.
He felt so proud to call Party Poison his leader, his friend.
Fun Ghoul looked out, watching as Kobra Kid lay into Saint Jimmy.
He'd wanted a part of that, but Poison needed him, and that was more important.
Eventually, Kobra Kid picked Saint Jimmy up off the floor, and dragged him to the door, practically throwing him outside.
Saint Jimmy hurriedly got to his feet, came at Kobra Kid, who blocked him, easily.
"It's getting dark, Saint." Kid said, coldly. "It's not safe in the zones at night. I'd get a fucking move on if I were you." Then he slammed the door, locked it, and walked away.
He hadn't killed Saint Jimmy, though he'd so badly wanted to.
Instead, he'd sent Jimmy out, into the night of the desert.
It was as good as killing him. By shutting him out there, Kobra Kid had condemned him.
"It's over." Ghoul whispered to Poison, who still hadn't lifted his head. "He's gone, Poison. It's over."
Party Poison nodded, pressed closer. He was shaking, and Fun Ghoul was sure he was crying. Ghoul looked up, and saw the other three Killjoys, not far away, all eyes on Poison.
Silent tears from all, and Ghoul wasn't the least surprised to discover that included himself.
But. He was right.
It was over.
Finally. It was over.
