A little sexual assault warning.
Hoyt/Jason
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Jason is shoved into the room and Hoyt quietly closes the door, watching with a faint smile as the American stands up from the fall. The bitter scent of piss still lingers in the air and before Jason is able to turn around and face Hoyt, he is grabbed by the back of his neck and forcefully led into the next room which is revealed to Jason as a bathroom. Jason winces at the painful grip he's in but is surprised when he manages to hold back a cry after being pushed onto his ass on the chipped linoleum floor. Hoyt's scuffed dress shoes click against the damaged floor tiles and Jason watches as he pulls back the yellowed shower curtain, exposing a beautiful, chipped on the outer edge but still beautiful porcelain tub with clawed feet.
Hoyt leans over the tub and turns on the water, pulling up the lever for the shower head. Jason swallows and attempts to stand back up but Hoyt stops him by placing a foot over Jason's delicate toes. He doesn't have to turn his head to see exactly what Jason is doing behind him.
"Wasting a lot of water here boy, get your ass in the shower!" Hoyt barks and Jason can tell how well he's keeping up with his domineering demeanor, snapping his fingers quite a few times. Jason's eyes strain as he tries to take a look at his new surroundings and at the expression on Hoyt's face at the same time while sliding the urine soaked jeans down his hips or at least trying to. He feels soaked to the very bone and bending over at the waist and grunting, Jason finally pulls the wet jeans off and lets them flop to the floor along with his socks and boxer shorts...eventually.
Hoyt crosses his arms and raises one dark brow. The two men stare at each other with total opposite expressions on their faces. Jason looks down at his feet and the linoleum tiles, not missing the stains and brings his head back up to see the same dark look across Hoyt's features. Jason really doesn't want to get completely naked in front of this evil prick but what kind of consequences await him if he doesn't? Hoyt is a terrifying fucker.
Nervously biting at his bottom lip, Jason slides his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer shorts, takes in a deep ragged breath and bends over slightly to let them slide down his lower half, watching them crumple at his feet. Jason's body heats up to dangerous temperatures almost immediately and he drags his eyes up Hoyt's body, dreading meeting the man's stare once again. Hoyt cracks a grin and drops his arms down at his sides, reaching out to grab Jason's arm. The American is a little hesitant and bitter when Hoyt grabs a hold of his forearm but he already knows better. The man threatened to fucking rape Jason! Fucking rape! The only rapist Jason knew of was Buck.
"You have quite the shape Jason," Hoyt comments softly and Jason notices his insides churn violently at Hoyt's words, feeling the man's eyes move up and down and up and down him again. Jason remains speechless and motionless, just like earlier. Hoyt instantly grabs Jason's face with his unoccupied hand, pinching his cheeks and forces him to lock eyes with him. Hoyt grimaces at Jason, closely examining the warrior's face, drowning out the sound of the shower.
"Get in the fucking shower!" Hoyt spits viciously and lets go of Jason's face quite harshly, watching the quiet young man finally obey his command. Jason carefully steps into the tub and pulls the mildew covered curtain closed but Hoyt rips it back open, the metal clamps that are holding it in place scraping against the metal rod. Jason uses his hands to hide his genitals from Hoyt but he soon realizes that his penis and balls aren't what Hoyt is wanting to get a look at. Hoyt does a little twirl motion with his finger and Jason understands what that means. A frown appears on Jason's face but he turns around slowly, letting the heat of the water bring him a little bit of comfort. After he has turned, Jason drops his head and closes his eyes, nervously awaiting the kind of treatment Hoyt is about to give him.
The warmth of the water begins to soothe a lot of Jason's strained muscles but it's still not enough to take away his fear. He does his best to ignore the pair of eyes that he can feel looking him up and down. Jason finds his thoughts focusing on Vaas now. Sure Vaas is a messed up, evil piece of shit but a part of Jason's subconscious is telling him that he would be hell of a lot safer in the hands of Mr. Montenegro. Jason sighs just quietly enough for himself to hear and opens his eyes to stare down at his feet.
"It looks like the island has already branded you Jason," Hoyt says suddenly, his voice surprisingly calm as he runs two fingers along a few of Jason's scars across his back. Every one of Jason's scars are different from each other, in size and in shape and it seems to Jason that Hoyt is having a fun time exploring every last one of them. Jason wiggles anxiously against Hoyt's touch, hoping that he will stop and let Jason finish showering but Hoyt doesn't. Hoyt's hands meet the soft skin of Jason's lower back and he moves them up slowly and right back down to the top of Jason's buttocks. The intimate touch has shocked Jason and he jerks away from the pair of hands, nearly falling out of the shower, the side opposite of Hoyt.
A low chuckle reaches Jason's ears and Hoyt replaces his hands back onto Jason's lower back, using one of his fingers to travel further down south, in between the American's pale buttocks. Jason jumps forward again but Hoyt has a tight grip on Jason's hip with his other hand.
"Welcome it Jason," Hoyt whispers softly into the humid air and with an already wet finger, Hoyt pushes the tip of his index finger against Jason's hole. The man doesn't penetrate Jason yet, he just pokes and prods to help the American release some of the tension that Hoyt can clearly see and feel but it doesn't help. Jason grabs onto the mildew covered shower curtain and holds onto the thin material for dear life, hoping that one of the metal clamps will break and cause the curtain to fall. Jason really needs a distraction because he is not cut out for this kind of fucked up shit!
He thinks about Keith again and the excruciating pain he had to go through with that piece of shit Buck. His eyes water at the thought but Jason growls and does the only thing he can at the moment. He lets go of the shower curtain with one hand and swings his arm out and around, smacking Hoyt pretty hard in the side of the head. What a dumb ass. The attack was unexpected but Hoyt manages to stand back up from the stumble and reach for the back of Jason's neck before he can even reach the door. Hoyt growls at Jason and pushes him against the door which closes it, putting the definition of fear back into Jason with the gleam in his eyes. Jason swallows painfully and begins to choke as Hoyt tightens his fingers around the American's throat.
"You disobedient little shit!" Hoyt curses and spit lands in Jason's face and he attempts to pull away Hoyt's hands with his own, realizing quickly that it's no use. Just as Jason is about to fall unconscious from the lack of oxygen, there is a knock at Hoyt's bedroom door and he lets go of Jason, spits at him once he falls and leaves the bathroom and slams the door shut, continuing to let the shower run.
Jason coughs a few times and with every swallow he can feel the deep bruising around his throat. He gazes around the room in search of his clothes but it seems that Hoyt has done something with them. Jason stands up, his body still a little wet and listens to the voices outside of the bathroom.
"His stitches are fine Ceria, please come back when you have something FUCKING IMPORTANT TO TELL ME!" Hoyt's booming voice is the only sound Jason manages to hear and after the slamming of the bedroom door, Jason backs away from the bathroom door and does a quick search of any kind of weapon he can use against that sick bastard. The door opens with a loud smack against the wall and Hoyt appears to be enraged, kicking the door shut with the back of his dress shoe. Jason turns around and faces the older man with a dirty used razor in his hand he had found in the trashcan beside the cracked toilet.
Hoyt stands up straight and lets out a bellowing laugh. Jason grits his teeth and furrows his brows, moving quickly toward Hoyt with the razor ready to damage flesh. Hoyt finishes his hysterical laughing fit and gets into the correct stance to defend himself against the naked American.
"Fuck you!" Jason hollers and gets close enough to Hoyt that he lashes out with the rusted razor and nicks the older man across the face. Neither one of them had been expecting that but seeing the little line of blood trickle down Hoyt's cheek bone brings a wicked smile to Jason's lips and he swings the razor again, this time getting his wrist caught in Hoyt's vice-like grip. Jason tries to stand his ground and protect himself, growling and spitting curse words like no tomorrow but Hoyt over powers him and takes the razor from Jason, pushing him to the wet floor.
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Vaas keeps his back to the pirates as they carry the body of a fellow pirate off to the edge of the water. The loud splash of the 134 pound body falling into large river captures his attention but it's nothing new. The heat of the mid-afternoon has him sweating like a 400 pound warthog. Vaas looks down at the puddle of blood and rotted brain matter before leaving the area and making his way over to his pathetic little shack. His mind is flooded with thoughts of all kinds but his main focus is Jason Brody. What a fucking pathetic excuse for a warrior he is and the tiniest thought of it pisses Vaas off like no other.
Vaas kicks a couple beer bottles out the door and closes it. He looks out the glass less window and stares off into the center of the camp. Jason Brody is supposed to be his, not Hoyts! Vaas' not fucking Hoyt's! Jason is Vaas' property not Hoyt's...Jason Brody is his! The thought of Hoyt and Jason causes a lot of havok inside Vaas' head and he goes into another rampage, kicking in his flood lantern sitting next to his bed, grabbing his stained mattress and lifting it off the spring bed frame only to toss it across the room, which knocks a lot of his other belongings off his desk in the far corner of the room along with the wooden chair.
"AHH, FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" Vaas screams out loud and he looks down at the mess he's made of his lantern but it only makes him want to kick it in again, again and again. The thick glass has scratched and lodged into Vaas' leather boots and the laces but he doesn't bother with it. His heart is racing like mad and his blood is boiling to dangerous temperatures. He finally stops kicking at the beyond repair lantern and while still breathing heavily, Vaas turns back around to face the other mess he's made with his mattress half way up the wall.
His walkie has broke and the batteries are missing from the backside of it, the coconut bong he had stolen from the Rakyat has cracked, his box of wildly expensive cigars has fallen and spilled all over the goddamn place and the confidential files of Jason Brody and his other American friends have floated to the floor; some under the mattress and some out in the open.
"FUCK!" Vaas curses and hurries to pick up all the files. He isn't supposed to have them but he does. They're copies of the real files that Hoyt has locked away in his desk but Vaas had managed to get a hold of them. After shoving them into the only drawer in his wobbly desk, Vaas picks up the coconut bong, examines it closely and puts the fallen chair upright, ready to sit and take a load off but there is a knock at his door and he slams the bong onto the face of his desk, making his way over to the door.
"What the fuck do you want hermana?" Vaas growls, bracing both of his arms against the door frame as he squints from the blazing sunlight at the young woman before him. The woman in the blue two piece suit invites herself inside Vaas' shack and he closes the door with another deep growl.
Ceria turns to face Vaas, who is obviously pissed off by her unexpected presence. "What the fuck is it!" the pirate King spits, making extreme motions with his large arms and hands that seem to startle Ceria. She blinks a couple times and licks her lips, trying not to notice the mess. "It's Jason, I need to check up on his stitches but you know how Hoyt is," Ceria begins quietly, holding both of her hands together over her lower stomach. A switch must have been hit inside Vaas' mind because the instant Ceria's lips say the word Jason Vaas' eyes shrink to their normal size and he drops his arm at his side, running bandaged fingers through his wild mohawk.
Their eyes are still in contact and Ceria nervously licks her lips again. Being in the presence of Vaas makes just about everyone uneasy, especially the natives; Ceria being one. Vaas is silent for a little longer before he comes up to her and smiles down at her. "Well hermana, take me to him,".
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Quick Note: Ceria is an original character