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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 22, 2012 7:12:26 GMT
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Jul 22, 2012 7:28:01 GMT
Chase just shook his head when Brent apologized. Who was this man... thinking first, then apologizing? That wasn't Brent at all. Chase tried to ignore that though, since Brent smiled and said I love you too. Maybe he was going to stop thinking. That would be a good idea, because Chase was pretty sure he had never wanted Brent as bad as he wanted him right now.
Slowly, Chase walked backwards without breaking the kiss. He fell backward on the bed and brought Brent down on top of him. Chase forced him mind to not think about the fact that when Chase was with Alex, he had taken control and was on top of him. In the exact same bed. He didn't think about it. Brent was different.
Chase brought Brent's lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it, smiling as he did so. "I want you. I want to feel you in me." Chase whispered seductively once he pulled his mouth away from Brent's.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 22, 2012 10:53:11 GMT
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Jul 22, 2012 17:23:30 GMT
"Too many clothes." Chase mumbled after a moan from the back of his throat as Brent ran his tongue along Chase's bottom lip. He opened his mouth in the kiss to give Brent move access to it. Brent was too goddamn hot for his own good sometimes. Chase didn't think he would ever grow tired of this.
Chase reached up and wrapped one hand around Brent's neck, while the other one slowly inched down to palm Brent through his pants. Chase didn't think any amount of touching would ever satisfy him right now. He wanted to touch Brent, he wanted to feel Brent, he wanted to be with Brent and he nothing that could ever happen in life would ever change that. No matter what happened, he would always go back to Brent because Brent was the love of his life and he didn't want anyone else. Not like he wanted Brent.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 22, 2012 22:17:53 GMT
[/i] too many clothes. Brent's hands moved down Chase's chest, then stomach, before reaching the hem of his jeans, undoing the buttons with ease... *time skippy~*[/color][/ul] |
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Post by Jackie Damiano Piazza on Jul 23, 2012 11:31:22 GMT
Out of the blue, Jackie silently apparated onto the porch of the Country Manor. He wasn't alone. In his arms he carried a man, smaller than he, wrapped in a blanket. It was bloodstained. But Jackie was unperturbed by the scarlet stains, residue from the torment he had put this man through. He had lost count after healing what he distinctly remembered to be the thirteenth cut. The boy had cried and distracted him. And Jackie wasn't that cruel as to start all over again. Well... he was. He just didn't have the energy. He just kicked the crap out of the boy instead, as if he were some bag of laundry. He had at least one broken rib, Jackie was certain of that.
"I'm never good with farewells, pet." Jackie said, cradling the injured man in his arms. "But I think its time I let you go. Its not that I'm bored of you or anything... you just cause too much trouble." He blew on Alexander's face to move his bangs so he could look him right in those almost glowing amber eyes he had. The ones that had drawn Jackie to him in the first place all those years ago. That smouldering gaze that melted his cold heart was one that had haunted him.
"So... you're no longer my pet." Jackie removed the collar and banished it into the place where the lost items disappear to. "Behave yourself and I won't be tempted to have a repeat of tonight." Oh, but it was so very tempting. He had made Alexander his, even if it was just for one night, even if it wasn't exactly consensual. |
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 23, 2012 11:37:26 GMT
Every slight movement sent scores of pain rocking his body. Alex had been reduced to whimpers and short gasps, anything louder just pained him even more. He just wanted this to end. He wanted Jackie to just kill him and get this suffering over and done with. He couldn't take this anymore.
Jackie was talking to him but it was all fuzzy, the only sound audible to him was the frantic pump of his pulse in his ears. He tried to keep his heavy eyes open because every time he closed them flashes of what had happened tormented him. Sat there on the couch, bolting for the door, thrown to the floor, being a plaything for Jackie's knife, then having it healed, then beaten because he couldn't keep quiet and then... Alex choked on his own wail.
"W-Why?" He managed to whisper as Jackie slipped the rotten leather band from around his neck. "Why... do this?" His sentences didn't even make sense because he couldn't even think. Alex squinted and tried to see where they were through the watery mess his honey eyes were. Chase's house. A horrid, cold feeling seeped into his stomach. Alex shook his head weakly.
"No... not here." He whispered meekly. This was the last place he wanted to be. He wanted to go home, nurse his injuries alone like a cat would. Hide there forever and hope no one came searching for him. The shame Alex felt was unfathomable. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. Any pride he possessed had been stripped from him by Jackie. He didn't want his best friend to see him at his lowest.
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Post by Jackie Damiano Piazza on Jul 23, 2012 11:42:47 GMT
"I do this because I love Aiden." Jackie stated blankly. The words spilled from his mouth with such ease. He hadn't doubted them for a second. Jackie froze. He... loved Aiden. He did this because he loved him. Because he couldn't stand anyone hurting him. Aiden was his. No one could harm him. Not even his pet that he was about to abandon because of him. Because he had asked him to. Because he just wanted it to be Jackie and he. Everything was because of Aiden. Even the giddy feelings in his chest.
Everything was because of him.
Jackie swallowed and continued to stare with blank eyes into the door right before him. Jackie loved Aiden and maybe more than he thought. No... it was more than he thought. Friends was one thing... what Aiden was for him was so much more. He looked down at the suffering man who was in obvious pain. He had done this for Aiden. Not for himself. But for Aiden.
Jackie had to go find him.
"Addio, Alexander." Jackie muttered, unceremoniously dropping him to the floor. He didn't care about him anymore, no matter the amount of times that he had said he was the only one that cared for him. Jackie cared for Aiden. No one else. "I hope I never see you again."
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 23, 2012 21:23:26 GMT
Could you die from pain alone? Alex sincerely hoped you could because there was no words to describe just how much he felt on being dropped to the floor. He opened his mouth to have a cry tear from his throat but no sound was voiced, just a rasp. He'd made so much noise before that his vocal cords had given up on him. Jackie had talked to him, said something, and then disappeared without a trace. It didn't even register with Alex until he finally opened his eyes in little slits.
The young man let his head fall to the porch floor with a hollow thunk, breathing ragged through an open mouth. He had been tasting blood for so long that the night air was sweet on his tongue, a welcome change. He heard a couple of things roll from his pocket and clatter quietly on the wooden floor. One was his wand. Santa María... his precious wand. Finally. The other he didn't pay too much attention to - a tiny vial with silvery liquid in. He needed his wand. He didn't care about anything else.
Jackie had buttoned up his shirt with his arms tucked inside so he clutched his chest, bruised and broken. Alex swallowed and gritted his teeth as he tried to weave an arm free. God, he needed that fucking wand. He needed to heal himself and get the fuck out of here before anyone heard his shufflings, moans and whimpers.
But Alex couldn't. A rogue gust of wind whipped the porch and his wand rolled a few more inches away. It might of just been mere inches but it was the difference from being able to reach from his current position and having to move his damaged body. Defeated tears rolled down the side of his face, mixing in with the the crimson flow from his nose and ear. Alex bit his lip to muffle a frustrated cry and dug his nails hard into into his already marked palms. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."Fuck!"
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Jul 23, 2012 23:34:17 GMT
Chase didn't think tonight could get any better. It was amazing. The entire thing was just absolutely awesome. They got Rose, Brent and Chase are back together (even though they never broke up), and they just had amazing sex. They had fallen asleep shortly after, cuddling each other. They hadn't talked yet. Chase knew they would have to though. Alex was the last thing on Chase's mind.
After waking up, Chase decided to check on Rose and get something to drink. It took a bit to get free of Brent's grasp, but Brent was a heavy sleeper. Chase went in to find Rose still fast asleep. Smiling slightly, Chase went to the kitchen, but as he got in there, he heard a popping noise that sounded like disapparating. His eyebrows burrowing, he stayed still and listened. Only to hear whining and a slight yell of fuck.
Chase went over to the door and slowly opened it. When he did, his mouth dropped and Chase fell to his knees. "Alex! W-what happened? Oh my god, are you okay?" Chase's hands were on him, and he didn't care what happened earlier that day. His friend was clearly hurt, that's all he cared about. "Brent! Come help! Bring my wand!" Chase yelled back into the house, hoping the sound ward he put on Rose's room would hold.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 30, 2012 20:49:14 GMT
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 30, 2012 21:54:24 GMT
Díos...no... por qué me haces esto? Alex scrunched his eyes tightly shut and gritted his teeth, light flooding the dark porch and bathing his broken body. It made him feel weaker and yet more vulnerable being seen like this by his friends. He just... wanted to go home and simply forget.
The young man let loose a pained cry between his clenched pearly whites when Chase held him by the shoulders. It barely moved his body but it was enough to send white hot pain pulsing through his side. Alex uncurled a finger and gestured feebly at his side, pointing where it hurt the most. "He-Heal... my rib." He whispered, his voice scratched, worn, used, sounding nothing like the usual Alex.
Alex didn't want to tell them about Jackie, he just didn't. He didn't want them to know what he'd done, what he'd put him through. He didn't want their sympathetic eyes and promises that it would all be fine, that they'd get him for this. He just wanted to forget so badly. Alex stayed there, eyes shut, knowing they'd betray him. He'd known Chase for too many years, that man read him like an open book.
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Jul 30, 2012 22:30:07 GMT
Shit Shit shit shit shit shit shit It was all Chase's mind could think about right now. This was horrible. Alex was in pain. He had flinched and cringed when he grabbed Alex's shoulders. There was something seriously wrong. Chase couldn't stand seeing him in pain like this. A tear fell from his eye and onto Alex's chest. "It's fine... You'll be okay, Jay."
Chase was glad when Brent came and didn't freak out that Alex was here. He had been afraid considering what had happened, but Chase knew Brent had a heart. "I-I don't know... I came to get a drink. And I heard apparation... And he was out here like this." Chase explained before grabbing his wand and obeying what Alex had say. He quickly waved his wand over Alex's body and healed his ribs. "Is anything else broken?" Chase asked him in a small voice.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Aug 9, 2012 3:14:25 GMT
[/i] gone on here. Chase obviously knew just as little as he did from what he'd just been told. And Brent knew better than to ask Alex himself, not while he was in this state anyway. A small part of him was even afraid to hear what the answer would be. He found it horrible seeing his friend like this. Even after what Alex had done... Brent did have a heart, he could look past it. For now.[/color][/ul] |
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