FIC: Mirror!Pinto Chapter 5a
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Mirror!Pinto Series: Dark Desires
Chapter 5a: Touch what is mine
Summary: Zach gets hurt again, and it's Chris' fault. Whoever did this will pay for it, Chris will make sure of that. And he has help.
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: violence, hurt, angst, explicit sex (I hope - see Author's Notes)
Word Count: ~ 1.200
Disclaimer: Seriously? Not mine, never will be. Work of fiction, yadda yadda. *sob*
Additional pairings: John/Anton, Karl/Chris/Zach (dammit - see Author's Notes)
Betaed by wolfhaton a.k.a. mirror!beta, thank you so much!!! Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
A/N: The first working title for this was "K/C/Z threesome fic (dammit)". The second working title was "Threesome fic a.k.a. WTF suddenly plot again". Yeah. I really really wanted to write that threesome, just some kinky pron and stuff, and then... plot happened. Again. *sigh* Erm. Sorry? Also, cliffhanger. But I think you already expected that...
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 5a: Touch what is mine
Chris
Zach’s face is pale under the harsh light of the hospital room, his dark hair a stark contrast against the white pillow. He’s eerily quiet, too, the only sound Chris can hear is the beeping of the various machines hooked to his lover and the creaking sounds the nurses’ rubber soles make against the linoleum in the hallway. And Zach’s shallow breathing.
Zach is quiet, his graceful body limp in the hospital bed, fingers curled slightly in the bedspread. Chris looks at him and balls his fists, wanting to reach out… but he can’t. Zach is sleeping, he mustn’t wake him. Zach needs his rest.
His lover is still and silent and so pale, white skin and white gown. The only spot of color is the bright redness of his blood, staining the bandage wrapped around Zach’s stomach. It seems almost unnatural against all the white in the room. Zach’s blood.
Chris takes a step forward and presses his lips briefly to his lover’s forehead. Zach doesn’t react, doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch when Chris punches the wall above his lover’s head. Zach just lies there, quiet and pale and still, and Chris walks out of legs that seem stiff and wooden. He ignores the doctors and the nurses; Joe will be here soon, he can deal with their questions. Chris can’t be there.
He gets in his car, fumbles the key into the ignition with shaking hands and drives off. He arrives at Zach’s house, it’s dark and empty, lonely without Zach here. He walks into the bedroom, lies down on their bed and buries his face in the comforter. It smells of Zach. Chris inhales his lover’s scent, breathes in deeply. His fingers clench in the bedspread, nails digging into the mattress and Chris screams into the cloth.
Then he stands up, eyes dry, and picks up the phone. Time to find out who did this.
12 hours ago - Zach
Zach is still laughing when he leaves his dressing room. He and Anton had a show together today, and one of the patrons managed to evade Kane’s meaty paws and jumped onto the stage. Zach didn’t even see it, he was looking the other way, at some cute student who was blushing and peeking at him through his fingers while Zach danced. Zach had winked at him and grinned wolfishly - he loves it when the innocents watch him, the students and closeted straight boys who’ve never seen a show before. He was just contemplating giving the poor guy a little private show and see if he could make him come without touching him, when he heard the surprised squeak. He’d turned around and there the guy was, lying on the floor with Anton’s high heel pressed firmly into his sternum. Apparently he hadn’t thought small lithe Anton would resist his, err, attempts at seduction. The guy’s face had been priceless, even more so when he’d realized the only thing that kept John from jumping and strangling him with claw-like hands were Kane and Tiny who held him back.
And then Divine had come over, and Zach had to stop dancing because he was laughing so hard while she delivered a rant of epic proportions and stabbed long sharp nails into the guy’s chest. All the other guests were laughing, too, clapping and whistling, and Zach had left the stage with tears in his eyes. Seriously, the guy’s face!
He’d changed and left his room, and now he’s walking down the hallway, whistling softly under his breath. He ambles towards the backdoor for a smoke in the alley behind the club. Chris doesn’t like it when he smokes, but his lover isn’t here today, so he can indulge himself a little, plus Chris will smell the smoke on him, and Zach shivers and licks his lips as he imagines the punishment. He comes to Anton’s dressing room and smiles at the sounds from within, loud bangs of the dressing table against the wall, Anton’s high-pitched mewls and John’s loud grunts. He bangs on the door with a “Having fun in there?” and laughs when John yells “Fuck off!”
Zach walks on, opens the back door and leans against the wall, patting his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. He’s inhaling the first lungful of smoke when he hears footsteps. He looks around, hand reaching for the knife tucked in his waistband and sees a figure drawing closer. It enters the dim light of the lantern above the club’s back door and Zach sees a man dressed in business clothes. He’s tall and handsome, and he smiles at Zach, friendly and easy.
“Excuse me, sir, do you have a light?”
Zach chuckles and reaches for his Zippo. “Sir”, seriously. No one ever calls him that. He shakes his head in amusement. “Sure.”
The man steps up to him as Zach flips the Zippo open. He bends over the small flame, lights his cigarette and then stands straight with a smile. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Zach pulls on his own cigarette and looks towards the sky. One more show tonight and then he can go home. He wonders if Chris finished his latest assignment yet, maybe instead of going home directly he’ll come to the club to pick Zach up. He could show Chris his new costume. He’ll like it, Zach’s sure. He’ll be horny and jealous, and maybe they’ll fuck in his dressing room again, they haven’t done that for a long time.
The man is still standing close, Zach suddenly realizes. He huffs a breath, slightly annoyed now. He hopes the other won’t ask for his price, he’s not in the mood right now to blow off guys that think he’s a whore, he’d rather think about Chris and what they’ll do later.
“Excuse me…”
The other’s voice is still soft and polite, and Zach rolls his eyes. Any second now the guy will ask how much he takes for a night.
“… you’re Pine’s boy, aren’t you?”
Maybe not. Zach looks at the other and scowls. “Yeah. So what?”
“Oh, nothing…” The man shoves his hands into his pockets and fidgets slightly. “I was just wondering if you could give him something from me?”
“Sure, whatever.” Zach pulls on his cigarette, he’s itching to go back inside. “What is it?”
And then the man is close, really close, Zach can feel his breath against his face, and before he can bring his arms up to shove him back, get him off, there’s a sharp pain in his side. Zach gasps, his cigarette falls from his limp fingers, and the man presses against him, whispers in his ear.
“Just this.”
And there’s more pain, sharp and bright and silver, and the man steps back. Zach looks down and sees the handle of the knife in his side, then there’s footsteps, someone’s running, and he sinks to the floor, back scraping against the bricks of the wall, hands clutching at empty air. Zach breathes slowly, blinks and looks at the knife handle. There are voices now, yelling at him, and hands on his shoulder, but he can’t see their faces. He’s cold now, so cold. Chris will be so mad at him.
And then it gets dark.
TBC *evil laughter*
Additional note: I debated briefly about posting this only after I'd finished the next part or maybe the whole Chapter, but then I decided not to
wait. I'm evil. *shrugs*
EDIT: Chapter 5b is here.
Mirror!Pinto Series: Dark Desires
Chapter 5a: Touch what is mine
Summary: Zach gets hurt again, and it's Chris' fault. Whoever did this will pay for it, Chris will make sure of that. And he has help.
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: violence, hurt, angst, explicit sex (I hope - see Author's Notes)
Word Count: ~ 1.200
Disclaimer: Seriously? Not mine, never will be. Work of fiction, yadda yadda. *sob*
Additional pairings: John/Anton, Karl/Chris/Zach (dammit - see Author's Notes)
Betaed by wolfhaton a.k.a. mirror!beta, thank you so much!!! Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
A/N: The first working title for this was "K/C/Z threesome fic (dammit)". The second working title was "Threesome fic a.k.a. WTF suddenly plot again". Yeah. I really really wanted to write that threesome, just some kinky pron and stuff, and then... plot happened. Again. *sigh* Erm. Sorry? Also, cliffhanger. But I think you already expected that...
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 5a: Touch what is mine
Chris
Zach’s face is pale under the harsh light of the hospital room, his dark hair a stark contrast against the white pillow. He’s eerily quiet, too, the only sound Chris can hear is the beeping of the various machines hooked to his lover and the creaking sounds the nurses’ rubber soles make against the linoleum in the hallway. And Zach’s shallow breathing.
Zach is quiet, his graceful body limp in the hospital bed, fingers curled slightly in the bedspread. Chris looks at him and balls his fists, wanting to reach out… but he can’t. Zach is sleeping, he mustn’t wake him. Zach needs his rest.
His lover is still and silent and so pale, white skin and white gown. The only spot of color is the bright redness of his blood, staining the bandage wrapped around Zach’s stomach. It seems almost unnatural against all the white in the room. Zach’s blood.
Chris takes a step forward and presses his lips briefly to his lover’s forehead. Zach doesn’t react, doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch when Chris punches the wall above his lover’s head. Zach just lies there, quiet and pale and still, and Chris walks out of legs that seem stiff and wooden. He ignores the doctors and the nurses; Joe will be here soon, he can deal with their questions. Chris can’t be there.
He gets in his car, fumbles the key into the ignition with shaking hands and drives off. He arrives at Zach’s house, it’s dark and empty, lonely without Zach here. He walks into the bedroom, lies down on their bed and buries his face in the comforter. It smells of Zach. Chris inhales his lover’s scent, breathes in deeply. His fingers clench in the bedspread, nails digging into the mattress and Chris screams into the cloth.
Then he stands up, eyes dry, and picks up the phone. Time to find out who did this.
12 hours ago - Zach
Zach is still laughing when he leaves his dressing room. He and Anton had a show together today, and one of the patrons managed to evade Kane’s meaty paws and jumped onto the stage. Zach didn’t even see it, he was looking the other way, at some cute student who was blushing and peeking at him through his fingers while Zach danced. Zach had winked at him and grinned wolfishly - he loves it when the innocents watch him, the students and closeted straight boys who’ve never seen a show before. He was just contemplating giving the poor guy a little private show and see if he could make him come without touching him, when he heard the surprised squeak. He’d turned around and there the guy was, lying on the floor with Anton’s high heel pressed firmly into his sternum. Apparently he hadn’t thought small lithe Anton would resist his, err, attempts at seduction. The guy’s face had been priceless, even more so when he’d realized the only thing that kept John from jumping and strangling him with claw-like hands were Kane and Tiny who held him back.
And then Divine had come over, and Zach had to stop dancing because he was laughing so hard while she delivered a rant of epic proportions and stabbed long sharp nails into the guy’s chest. All the other guests were laughing, too, clapping and whistling, and Zach had left the stage with tears in his eyes. Seriously, the guy’s face!
He’d changed and left his room, and now he’s walking down the hallway, whistling softly under his breath. He ambles towards the backdoor for a smoke in the alley behind the club. Chris doesn’t like it when he smokes, but his lover isn’t here today, so he can indulge himself a little, plus Chris will smell the smoke on him, and Zach shivers and licks his lips as he imagines the punishment. He comes to Anton’s dressing room and smiles at the sounds from within, loud bangs of the dressing table against the wall, Anton’s high-pitched mewls and John’s loud grunts. He bangs on the door with a “Having fun in there?” and laughs when John yells “Fuck off!”
Zach walks on, opens the back door and leans against the wall, patting his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. He’s inhaling the first lungful of smoke when he hears footsteps. He looks around, hand reaching for the knife tucked in his waistband and sees a figure drawing closer. It enters the dim light of the lantern above the club’s back door and Zach sees a man dressed in business clothes. He’s tall and handsome, and he smiles at Zach, friendly and easy.
“Excuse me, sir, do you have a light?”
Zach chuckles and reaches for his Zippo. “Sir”, seriously. No one ever calls him that. He shakes his head in amusement. “Sure.”
The man steps up to him as Zach flips the Zippo open. He bends over the small flame, lights his cigarette and then stands straight with a smile. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Zach pulls on his own cigarette and looks towards the sky. One more show tonight and then he can go home. He wonders if Chris finished his latest assignment yet, maybe instead of going home directly he’ll come to the club to pick Zach up. He could show Chris his new costume. He’ll like it, Zach’s sure. He’ll be horny and jealous, and maybe they’ll fuck in his dressing room again, they haven’t done that for a long time.
The man is still standing close, Zach suddenly realizes. He huffs a breath, slightly annoyed now. He hopes the other won’t ask for his price, he’s not in the mood right now to blow off guys that think he’s a whore, he’d rather think about Chris and what they’ll do later.
“Excuse me…”
The other’s voice is still soft and polite, and Zach rolls his eyes. Any second now the guy will ask how much he takes for a night.
“… you’re Pine’s boy, aren’t you?”
Maybe not. Zach looks at the other and scowls. “Yeah. So what?”
“Oh, nothing…” The man shoves his hands into his pockets and fidgets slightly. “I was just wondering if you could give him something from me?”
“Sure, whatever.” Zach pulls on his cigarette, he’s itching to go back inside. “What is it?”
And then the man is close, really close, Zach can feel his breath against his face, and before he can bring his arms up to shove him back, get him off, there’s a sharp pain in his side. Zach gasps, his cigarette falls from his limp fingers, and the man presses against him, whispers in his ear.
“Just this.”
And there’s more pain, sharp and bright and silver, and the man steps back. Zach looks down and sees the handle of the knife in his side, then there’s footsteps, someone’s running, and he sinks to the floor, back scraping against the bricks of the wall, hands clutching at empty air. Zach breathes slowly, blinks and looks at the knife handle. There are voices now, yelling at him, and hands on his shoulder, but he can’t see their faces. He’s cold now, so cold. Chris will be so mad at him.
And then it gets dark.
TBC *evil laughter*
Additional note: I debated briefly about posting this only after I'd finished the next part or maybe the whole Chapter, but then I decided not to
wait. I'm evil. *shrugs*
EDIT: Chapter 5b is here.