[[AU]] Homophobia

[downwithmyship]

Jack stayed the night in the Lounge for Hunter's sake. He's been waiting for his giant to show up. The shine hasn't worn off the thrill of letting the young man fuck him. It's early yet, though Jack is impatient. Still, it surprises him when there's a knock at the door. Hunter is certainly chivalrous enough to knock when he knows damn well he's

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Instead of the tall heroic redhead stands a much shorter dark haired beauty. Saturday's black eyes travel from Jack's face all the way down and back up again- taking his time. His face never changes. He wears a small pleasant smile and is carrying a plastic bag. It's not empty.
"Hi, neighbor. I ummm... came bearing gifts."
He leans his shoulder and head against the doorjam. Saturday looks adorable, but he's just keeping Jack from shutting the door. As much fun as it would be to break down the door it's also loud. And apparently Jack has company coming. This might not be the best time.

"I was having this real bad day when we met. You know. One of those nexus days."
He talks like he has all he time in the world. Sat holds up the bag with one hand and twisting it closed with the other.
"I wanted to bring you something. A present. Can I come in?"

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He should shut the door. He should send this man away. Jack knows these things. Healthy paranoia says to be wary of a man who tried to strangle him once already. The sister called him a monster. Yet, with those black eyes moving over him... Saturday looks so much like Sheldon. Jack misses his twin so much...

"Aye, but 'm afraid you'll need t'be quick. I've other company expected."
Big, protective company. Jack feels sure he'll be fine with Hunter to look after him.

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"Your boyfriend? The one I saw... kissing you.. in the hallway?"
He walks in. brushing against Jack on his way and goes into the kitchen, expecting Jack to follow just like anyone would a stranger in their home.

He begins to empty the bag on the counter. Big thick peaches.
"I should leave then."
He looks so sad now. Pity him... he wonders if this act works with a man that looks so much like him.

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"Ah.. aye." Jack chuckles under his breath, that being as close as he'll come to looking embarrassed. "That'd be the lad."

He does, in fact, follow Saturday. It's a slow, disinterested sort of sway, but he's following. Then, there are peaches. Delicious looking peaches. Jack wants Sat gone for when Hunter arrives, but.... peaches.

"No need t'be going jus' yet. After all, Hunter's not arrived yet. S'that fruit fresh, then?"
It does look good. Jack snatches one up, sniffing it and taking a bite.

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He smirks at the pirate's greediness. He really expected to have to prove it was safe after the violence he did to the man when they first met. Of course it's not safe at all. Convenient of Jack to be the same size though.
"He'll be here soon though... not soon enough hopefully."

Saturday sighs and takes Jack's hand (the one with the peach to his mouth) moving it so he can inspect the fruit. He sounds thoughtful.
"Is that the one with the poison or the antidote?"

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How could perfect, beautiful, whole fruit be bad? If it was a drink, Jack would have been suspicious. Saturday chose the vehicle for his poison well. It tastes only a bit off, but that's enough to make his eyes widen and his heart begin to race. At least, he thinks it's the worry that's doing that. Oh god.
"..Very soon... Any moment, in fact."

Jack stares, wide eyed and furious and tries to jerk his hand away, free hand looking for a knife or something to defend himself with.
"Bugger... Le'go! Why...Whot reason d'you 'ave t'poison me? Let GO!"

Saturday is ridiculously strong, but Jack continues trying to make a run for it.

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A syringe is a pretty neat thing. Jack will get familiar with it soon enough. At least the man is smart. Almost right away he feels something wrong. A lot of people wouldn't notice the taste because a lot of people don't pay attention. He likes the fact that Jack does. And the cute way he claims his boyfriend will be here soon. He knows he's in danger now. Just not how much

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His question is just repeated. Jack truly wants to know. He's never seen queers treated like this in the nexus. In his own world, certainly, depending on where you are. You could be hung or worse for sodomy. He thought, though, that time had seen that set right. He can't fathom why a stranger would do this to another man wearing the same face. Jack winces as the muscles of his hand are pressed too firmly into bone and tendons slide under Saturday's thumb. Then he's free, though, and he runs

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Saturday takes one of the other peaches from the counter and makes his way slowly to Jack. He wants to be out of here before that huge red head shows up, but is making a point to show Jack he has all the time int he world. Also when someone is in a rush the most irritating things you can do is drag ass. Everything he does is part of the game now. Every carefully chosen word and step.

On his way he rights the coffee table, wanting no evidence of foul play. Just the fruit laying in the kitchen out of some perverse desire for Hunter to see it there.
He faces Jack without any sort of expression. There's no boiling hate to offset his actions. There's not anything.
"It doesn't matter why."
He opens the door and steps out.
"You've risked your life every time you've been with a man. You must want to die. If you've changed your mind now I have what will stop the poison... at least I think this is the right one

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This is about fucking men? Jesus... It's not even as if Jack made that decision for himself, the first time. Now he's going to be punished with death for buggery, of all things? Surely, this isn't the greatest of his sins. Surely. If Pearl were here...or Hunter. Anyone.

Jack feels his heart slowing. His arteries ache and his whole body begins, bit by bit, to rebel to the invading chemicals. The only chance at a timely antidote lies with Saturday, but the man wants Jack dead. What possible use is this knowledge?
"Y..y'want t'kill me. Why...Why should I trust you?"

He does try to grab for the fruit --for the only hope of salvation. Who wouldn't? Even when you know it will be pulled away. He'll follow in time. What choice does he have? But he knows it's a trap. Just not 'why'. Not really.

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"No, Jack. I want to save you. You're the one that came to me. Twice. Begging me to see what you were doing. Why choose me if death isn't what you were after?"
Pretty soon Jack is going down, and Saturday wants him to walk with him of his own free down the hall. It's so much sweeter when they follow you to Hell. He gently pushes the pirate against the wall with one hand to hold him steady. He needs to be in the hallway now because he's listening for people coming. Jack probably is too.

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"Whu... Came to you? I.. Nnnn"

Jack is put against the wall before he can collapse. He's been poisoned before and survived. He's drained the stuff from his own veins, nearly bleeding to death. But he lived. He wants to make himself vomit, but Saturday won't allow for it. He works at gagging even as he's held up. Between feeble responses and his usual, insatiable curiosity.

"Only...only came t'you once. Thought you were..someone else."

It seems almost funny that Saturday should remind him even more of his twin right now than before.
He listens closely, desperate for someone to come close. Anyone. Just stop this.

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"Who could you have mistaken me for? We look exactly alike."
He sounds annoyed here. He didn't sound annoyed before. But Jack is trying to weasel out of this. Also throw up.
"If you try to vomit I'm going to plug your mouth and nose and massage your throat until you swallow every drop. Besides, it's in your blood already. Far too late for that. I can feel it against my hand with every sickening beat of your heart."

No one is coming.
"Twice. The time you attacked me and when you preformed devious acts with your lover in front of my apartment. You're wasting time. Every second you spend lying to me and asking questions you have answers for you get weaker. And slower. Your strength is less. Things blur. The room spins. You have a lot to do before you've earned your life back.
You have to prove to me you want to live."

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"Ex..exactly. S'why y'look like...my twin."
Even Jack is unsure if he's making any sense anymore. The reminder of how slow and aching his heartbeat is only makes it more obvious to him as well. He coughs under Saturday's hold, but doesn't bother bringing up any more bile. His killer is right. It's too late for that.

If not for the severe circumstances, Jack would correct Saturday. He would point out he was having deviant acts performed upon him. That surely can't be held as any fault of his own. It hardly seems worth wasting the breath right now, though. What difference to semantics make to a psychopath?

"I...do... I've died... twice already...if...tha's not proof enough... Nnng."

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Twin?
This is the only thing that makes him pause. But Jack is too busy dying to notice and it is just a pause.
The rest of all that is taken as delirium. It can happen. Saturday is busy getting Jack into that room before the big one shows.

"Riiight. Anyway!"
Cheery now.
"I want you to follow me. Into that room. If you can make it allll the way down that hallway without keeling over then I'll give you the antidote. Honestly. It really is in this peach. Even if you don't believe me.. if you want to live you'll give it your best. But before you die you will become paralyzed. Do you know that word? Paralyzed. It means that you no longer have control over your limbs. You will be as unable to move as if I cut off your arms and legs. It's pretty upsetting. I'm giving you warning so you know how much time you have. Ready? Go! Quick, like a bunny!"
Saturday lets Jack go and walks down the hall. Slowly. He'll let Jack keep up with him.

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"Whu..."

Jack can't even respond. There are no choices anymore. Just complacency or death. Probably death either way. Jack will always do what it takes to survive, though. Always. So he follows. He follows with stumbling, dragging footsteps. He follows with legs like lead. He follows, even after falling once and using a wall to pull himself to his feet.

He'll make it to the room. He'll make it if he has to do it on his knees. He'll make it, because he knows what paralysis is. Because he's almost as afraid of that as death. Maybe more so.