Death's Row/Joick/M
Title: Death's Row
Pairing: Joick
Rating: M
Summary: "We hoped for the day that we would be able to love each other without having to worry about the church. Well, I guess that day is today."
Era: 1500s in Europe
Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Sex.
Author Note: I know they didn't say "fuck" in the 1500s, but it's an AU, so, I really don't think it matters. Also, I wrote this when I was writing for the HP fandom and I really like the story as a whole so I thought I might just change it to Joick. Hope you guys like it! :)
"'Ello."
"'Ello, William. So tell me, how many souls have we confiscated today?"
"Two, sir."
The man huffed in irritation, "'Tis not enough. We shall be needing more if we would like to get this ... idea engraved into the peoples heads."
"Yes'm. An' what shall we be tellin' these... people, hmm?"
"Tell them... tell them that if they refuse to conform to Church law, that they will be burned at the stake as heretics. Just as all blasphemers deserve."
"But, sir, that be what we ha' been tellin' these people all 'long."
"Well then, William, I guess you should tell them more strictly, now shouldn't you?"
"Yes'm, I will b'sure teh get straight t'that."
"Yes. Yes indeed."
---
"Joseph, I say! Must you always make a mess of yourself? Now, you get over here and clean this rubbish up!" A young, curly haired man stood in the parlor of a small house, scolding at the piles of clothes that had been strewn about the room.
"But Nick, I didn't do it!"
"Then who did it, hmm? The fox that comes around here looking for food?"
The dark-haired man who had now entered the room stood by the doorway, shuffling his feet and not making eye contact with the other man.
"Well, he did get in an--"
"What? That fox got in?"
"Well, uh--... yes." The younger man sighed, his hands going to his hips in an exasperated manner. "I'm not even going to ask, just clean this up, you hear?"
"Yes, Nick." Joe pouted a bit then started to make his way over to clean up the mess, only to be stopped by Nick. His hands on Joe's neck.
"You'd better be glad we're at home, where no one can find us. Because if we were somewhere else, I wouldn't be able to tell you how much I love you even if you are a smelly slob at times." He said this and lightly kissed the other man.
Joe smiled once Nick had pulled away. "I really wish we weren't under the control of church law. That way we wouldn't have to be so secretive about ourselves," Joe replied morosely.
"Someday, my love. Someday."
---
The Church gathered many people; a burning was to take place that evening. A large pile of hay and bundles of sticks stood tall in the center of the enormous crowd, a tall, fire-scarred wooden post stood out from the center, a monument to the horrors that had taken place, that would take place.
Children stood, tightly gripping onto their mothers, looking around in curiosity. Adults had sullen looks upon their faces, knowing what was to come and wishing that children were not permitted to attend.
Five men in elegant black robes strolled out to the pyre. Each was holding a victim. The mens' faces were unreadable, the unfortunate prisoners' faces all held looks of pure terror.
The Pastor walked out behind the men. He and his helpers were acting as if this was nothing. As if they were not about to extinguish five lives. The five officials took places circling the stake, each of them tying their victim securely to the post.
The Pastor unrolled a scroll and read from it aloud once the prisoners were secure. "We gather here today to witness the burning of five souls who chose to betray the Church in all its Holiness. These souls, who have commited such acts of unmistakeable evil, shall pay for their sins. Let commence here, the cleansing of their earthly visage, so they may pay for their crimes as decreed by our Lord God.
"If there be any here who protest this punishment, let them be gone from here now, for God is merciful. The lawless here today are as follows: Annabelle Smith, Michael Reed, Paul Jonas ll, and Elizabeth Gambon, and Victoria Meriwether. We will now light the cleansing fire, and pray for the eternal damnation of these Godless."
The crying of the women could be heard beyond the Pastor's commanding voice. In the crowd most people wore blank masks, or let their grief and sadness show openly. All except one, whose face resembled one of pure agony.
Tears streamed down this person's face as he watched his innocent brother burn, said brothers' cries of agony barely heard over the roar of the flames.
Screeching, screaming, cries, and pleas could be heard from the five. But the loud cackling of the fire was much louder, black smoke billowed out into the air like a great demonic spirit.
The smell of burning flesh brought back memories of another exceedingly dark time, of when the Black Death ruled Europe. But all of the cries and screams went ignored by the five men in black and the Pastor, whose chin was held up high as they watched the flames with barely concealed pleasure.
---
"Joe, love, please try not to ruin the whole house; it's the only place we've got."
Joe breathed heavily as he stood facing the wall of the bedroom that he shared with Nick. Grieving and angered, Joe had decided to take these emotions out on the wall, thinking that since it could not respond that he was safe.
"I hate this place," Joe replied, turning around to face Nick, which always made him feel somewhat better.
"Why can't we leave?"
"We cannot afford it."
Nick sighed, bringing his hand up to cup Joe's tanned, soft face in a loving manner. Joe's brown eyes filled with sorrow and anger.
Joe sighed also and leaned into Nick's touch, closing his eyes and praying to God that everything would turn out okay. The younger man's thumb started to move back and forth, creating a small yet comforting friction upon Joe's face.
Joe opened his eyes then leaned forward to kiss Nick, his large, carpenter hands caressing Nick's back. Nick's slim, small hands went to cup Joe's neck.
The curly haired man applied light pressure to the back of Joe's neck, encouraging the other man to deepen the kiss. With little concious thought, Joe moved himself and Nick backward towards the bed.
Nick, caught by surprise by Joe's actions, pulled away, gasping for breath, neck tilted back slightly. Joe took advantage of the exposed skin to suck lightly there, causing the other to sigh in pleasure and his hands to drop down to Joe's hips.
Joe's hands went up under the shirt Nick was wearing. Caressing the pale skin there, moving his hands up further so that the shirt could be discarded.
Nick mimicked Joe's actions as the two pressed their bare chests against on another, their breathing becoming heavier, their kisses more frantic and needy.
Joe gently pushed Nick down onto their messy, yet comfortable bed. Gazing down at the slim body beneath him, he too laid down on the bed.
Draping himself over Nick, he placed light kisses among the pale flesh of his neck, shoulders, and chest. Pushing off Nick's trousers he took a hold of his hips and pushed him so that he lay further up the bed.
Joe then took off the last of his clothes as well and joined Nick back on the bed. His hands went to the Nick's thighs, where he rubbed and squeezed the soft skin there.
Nick's hands were tangled within the thick locks of Joe's hair, tugging a bit as Joe's hand wrapped his calloused fingers around the others erection.
Moaning quietly, Nick arched up into the touch, needing more. Nick's hands went up to Joe's face and he kissed him. Their mouths moving against each other, tongues intertwining; wet, hot and oh so amazing.
Joe sighed into the kiss and Nick moaned as Joe's hand sped up, squeezing on the up stroke. Nick pulled away and gasped Joe's name.
"Christ, Joe."
"What, Nick?"
"Fuck me. I need it."
"Oh do you now?"
"Yes, you imbecile. I want you." His hips thrust up against Joe's own erection to emphasize his point, which in turn caused Joe to cry out. "I want you so bad. Just, please- oh, fuck me Joe."
Joe gasped at the others words and watched in awe as Nick spread his legs wide, bending at the knee, putting himself on display.
Joe leaned down for one more hot, passionate kiss as he quickly sucked on two of his fingers, covering them with saliva. He then moved his hand down to Nick's ass as he found the entrance and pushed one finger inside.
Nick keened and thrust down onto Joe's fingers as he asked for more. Moaning a bit louder as Joe added another finger. The wavy-haired man sped up his pace.
"Joe, I need you. Now. God, I need you so much. Please."
Joe nodded and spit into his hands a couple of times, hoping it was enough as he covered his cock and moved Nick's legs further apart and up.
"Now, Joe."
Joe pushed into Nick, causing a moan to spill from his mouth. Joe had to pause for fear he may not make it very long if he didn't collect himself.
"Move, God, Joe. Move before I do it myself." Nick's words only caused Joe to moan and shudder lightly. He pulled out a bit then thrust back into the hot, tightness that was Nick.
Their movements sped up as moans, gasps, whimpers, and groans spilled from the two men. Their bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Oh, Joe! Harder, God, fuck me harder!"
Joe groaned, as he moves not faster, but with more passion and love than before, hoping it showed. It obviously did as Nick cried out and arched his back, keening and thrusting down onto Joe, equally passionate.
Joe--head thrown back and mouth hanging open as his breath came out in short gasps--was now fucking Nick in earnest. His hands gripping tightly at Nick's bony hips, sure to leave bruises.
"Oh, Nick. 'M not go--going to last much ... oh ... longer."
Nick groaned in reply, then gasped when Joe's hand wrapped around Nick's cock. Joe's hand gripping tightly as he slid his hand up and down in a fast pace.
Nick's hands gripped and twisted the bed covers as he came, moaning and gasping Joe's name. His body clenching down on Joe, which in turn caused him to come as well.
Joe's hand, which was still on Nick's hip, gripped tighter than before as his head hung down and he clenched his jaw. Quiet grunts coming from behind his closed mouth.
The two men calmed down, their bodies relaxing as they came down from their high. Nick leaned back onto the bed in a tired manner as Joe lay down too.
Nick instantly moved close to Joe, throwing a leg over Joe's, their fingers entwining with each others as their breathing mellowed out.
Joe brought their laced hands up and kissed their fingers before drifting off into a deep, content sleep.
---
"William, you had something to show me?"
"Yes, sir. These two," The man shoved two other men forward.
"Are betraying the church in the worst way." The Pastor started to look confused, but only until the man replied saying: "The worst way, sir."
The Pastor's look of confusion slowly turned into one of realization, then disgust. "They will be burned immediately. No trials. They do not deserve one."
The man nodded.
"When, sir?"
"Tonight."
---
Men, women and children rushed to the church, all just receiving news that there was to be an unplanned, but urgent, burning that night.
It was December 24th, most parents not wanting their children to witness such an event on such a night, however the Pastor had decreed that everyone attend. A group of dark-haired people looked around, searching for their missing family member.
Those people were soon stricken however, with realization that it was their loved ones being burned that night. Wondering what on Earth they could be guilty of, the family members moved forward, wanting to be able to hear the Pastor's words clearly.
The Pastor walked out of the church with a familiar scroll. He turned and unrolled the parchment, reading in a loud, commanding voice.
"We gather here today to witness the burning of two souls who chose to betray, not only the Church in all its Holiness, but the most important Rule of God as well. These souls, who have commited such acts of unmistakeable evil, shall pay for their sins. Let commence here, the cleansing of their earthly visage, so they may pay for their crimes as decreed by our Lord God.
"If there be any here who protest this punishment, let them be gone from here now, for God is merciful. The lawless here today are Joseph, and Nicholas Jonas. We will now light the cleansing fire and pray for the eternal damnation of these Godless."
While some did not know what was meant by "not only the Church in all its Holiness, but the most important rule of God", most did, including the family of the two men.
The dark-haired group gasped. The mother burst into tears as the father and brother simply looked like they were about to be burned as well.
The two black robed men tied the two lovers to the stake and lit the hay ablaze. They grabbed for each others hands, tears streaming down the curly-haired man's face as the heat started to envelope him.
The wavy-haired man shut his eyes as the flames scorched his feet. The two men held each others hands all throughout the burning.
Neither man made a sound as the black smoke, once again, spread upward and outward into the air. Signaling to all who had not attended that there had been yet another burning.
As Nick's body was burned mercilessly by the flames, he thought to himself: "We hoped for the day that we would be able to love each other without having to worry about the church. Well, I guess that day is today."
Pairing: Joick
Rating: M
Summary: "We hoped for the day that we would be able to love each other without having to worry about the church. Well, I guess that day is today."
Era: 1500s in Europe
Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Sex.
Author Note: I know they didn't say "fuck" in the 1500s, but it's an AU, so, I really don't think it matters. Also, I wrote this when I was writing for the HP fandom and I really like the story as a whole so I thought I might just change it to Joick. Hope you guys like it! :)
"'Ello."
"'Ello, William. So tell me, how many souls have we confiscated today?"
"Two, sir."
The man huffed in irritation, "'Tis not enough. We shall be needing more if we would like to get this ... idea engraved into the peoples heads."
"Yes'm. An' what shall we be tellin' these... people, hmm?"
"Tell them... tell them that if they refuse to conform to Church law, that they will be burned at the stake as heretics. Just as all blasphemers deserve."
"But, sir, that be what we ha' been tellin' these people all 'long."
"Well then, William, I guess you should tell them more strictly, now shouldn't you?"
"Yes'm, I will b'sure teh get straight t'that."
"Yes. Yes indeed."
---
"Joseph, I say! Must you always make a mess of yourself? Now, you get over here and clean this rubbish up!" A young, curly haired man stood in the parlor of a small house, scolding at the piles of clothes that had been strewn about the room.
"But Nick, I didn't do it!"
"Then who did it, hmm? The fox that comes around here looking for food?"
The dark-haired man who had now entered the room stood by the doorway, shuffling his feet and not making eye contact with the other man.
"Well, he did get in an--"
"What? That fox got in?"
"Well, uh--... yes." The younger man sighed, his hands going to his hips in an exasperated manner. "I'm not even going to ask, just clean this up, you hear?"
"Yes, Nick." Joe pouted a bit then started to make his way over to clean up the mess, only to be stopped by Nick. His hands on Joe's neck.
"You'd better be glad we're at home, where no one can find us. Because if we were somewhere else, I wouldn't be able to tell you how much I love you even if you are a smelly slob at times." He said this and lightly kissed the other man.
Joe smiled once Nick had pulled away. "I really wish we weren't under the control of church law. That way we wouldn't have to be so secretive about ourselves," Joe replied morosely.
"Someday, my love. Someday."
---
The Church gathered many people; a burning was to take place that evening. A large pile of hay and bundles of sticks stood tall in the center of the enormous crowd, a tall, fire-scarred wooden post stood out from the center, a monument to the horrors that had taken place, that would take place.
Children stood, tightly gripping onto their mothers, looking around in curiosity. Adults had sullen looks upon their faces, knowing what was to come and wishing that children were not permitted to attend.
Five men in elegant black robes strolled out to the pyre. Each was holding a victim. The mens' faces were unreadable, the unfortunate prisoners' faces all held looks of pure terror.
The Pastor walked out behind the men. He and his helpers were acting as if this was nothing. As if they were not about to extinguish five lives. The five officials took places circling the stake, each of them tying their victim securely to the post.
The Pastor unrolled a scroll and read from it aloud once the prisoners were secure. "We gather here today to witness the burning of five souls who chose to betray the Church in all its Holiness. These souls, who have commited such acts of unmistakeable evil, shall pay for their sins. Let commence here, the cleansing of their earthly visage, so they may pay for their crimes as decreed by our Lord God.
"If there be any here who protest this punishment, let them be gone from here now, for God is merciful. The lawless here today are as follows: Annabelle Smith, Michael Reed, Paul Jonas ll, and Elizabeth Gambon, and Victoria Meriwether. We will now light the cleansing fire, and pray for the eternal damnation of these Godless."
The crying of the women could be heard beyond the Pastor's commanding voice. In the crowd most people wore blank masks, or let their grief and sadness show openly. All except one, whose face resembled one of pure agony.
Tears streamed down this person's face as he watched his innocent brother burn, said brothers' cries of agony barely heard over the roar of the flames.
Screeching, screaming, cries, and pleas could be heard from the five. But the loud cackling of the fire was much louder, black smoke billowed out into the air like a great demonic spirit.
The smell of burning flesh brought back memories of another exceedingly dark time, of when the Black Death ruled Europe. But all of the cries and screams went ignored by the five men in black and the Pastor, whose chin was held up high as they watched the flames with barely concealed pleasure.
---
"Joe, love, please try not to ruin the whole house; it's the only place we've got."
Joe breathed heavily as he stood facing the wall of the bedroom that he shared with Nick. Grieving and angered, Joe had decided to take these emotions out on the wall, thinking that since it could not respond that he was safe.
"I hate this place," Joe replied, turning around to face Nick, which always made him feel somewhat better.
"Why can't we leave?"
"We cannot afford it."
Nick sighed, bringing his hand up to cup Joe's tanned, soft face in a loving manner. Joe's brown eyes filled with sorrow and anger.
Joe sighed also and leaned into Nick's touch, closing his eyes and praying to God that everything would turn out okay. The younger man's thumb started to move back and forth, creating a small yet comforting friction upon Joe's face.
Joe opened his eyes then leaned forward to kiss Nick, his large, carpenter hands caressing Nick's back. Nick's slim, small hands went to cup Joe's neck.
The curly haired man applied light pressure to the back of Joe's neck, encouraging the other man to deepen the kiss. With little concious thought, Joe moved himself and Nick backward towards the bed.
Nick, caught by surprise by Joe's actions, pulled away, gasping for breath, neck tilted back slightly. Joe took advantage of the exposed skin to suck lightly there, causing the other to sigh in pleasure and his hands to drop down to Joe's hips.
Joe's hands went up under the shirt Nick was wearing. Caressing the pale skin there, moving his hands up further so that the shirt could be discarded.
Nick mimicked Joe's actions as the two pressed their bare chests against on another, their breathing becoming heavier, their kisses more frantic and needy.
Joe gently pushed Nick down onto their messy, yet comfortable bed. Gazing down at the slim body beneath him, he too laid down on the bed.
Draping himself over Nick, he placed light kisses among the pale flesh of his neck, shoulders, and chest. Pushing off Nick's trousers he took a hold of his hips and pushed him so that he lay further up the bed.
Joe then took off the last of his clothes as well and joined Nick back on the bed. His hands went to the Nick's thighs, where he rubbed and squeezed the soft skin there.
Nick's hands were tangled within the thick locks of Joe's hair, tugging a bit as Joe's hand wrapped his calloused fingers around the others erection.
Moaning quietly, Nick arched up into the touch, needing more. Nick's hands went up to Joe's face and he kissed him. Their mouths moving against each other, tongues intertwining; wet, hot and oh so amazing.
Joe sighed into the kiss and Nick moaned as Joe's hand sped up, squeezing on the up stroke. Nick pulled away and gasped Joe's name.
"Christ, Joe."
"What, Nick?"
"Fuck me. I need it."
"Oh do you now?"
"Yes, you imbecile. I want you." His hips thrust up against Joe's own erection to emphasize his point, which in turn caused Joe to cry out. "I want you so bad. Just, please- oh, fuck me Joe."
Joe gasped at the others words and watched in awe as Nick spread his legs wide, bending at the knee, putting himself on display.
Joe leaned down for one more hot, passionate kiss as he quickly sucked on two of his fingers, covering them with saliva. He then moved his hand down to Nick's ass as he found the entrance and pushed one finger inside.
Nick keened and thrust down onto Joe's fingers as he asked for more. Moaning a bit louder as Joe added another finger. The wavy-haired man sped up his pace.
"Joe, I need you. Now. God, I need you so much. Please."
Joe nodded and spit into his hands a couple of times, hoping it was enough as he covered his cock and moved Nick's legs further apart and up.
"Now, Joe."
Joe pushed into Nick, causing a moan to spill from his mouth. Joe had to pause for fear he may not make it very long if he didn't collect himself.
"Move, God, Joe. Move before I do it myself." Nick's words only caused Joe to moan and shudder lightly. He pulled out a bit then thrust back into the hot, tightness that was Nick.
Their movements sped up as moans, gasps, whimpers, and groans spilled from the two men. Their bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Oh, Joe! Harder, God, fuck me harder!"
Joe groaned, as he moves not faster, but with more passion and love than before, hoping it showed. It obviously did as Nick cried out and arched his back, keening and thrusting down onto Joe, equally passionate.
Joe--head thrown back and mouth hanging open as his breath came out in short gasps--was now fucking Nick in earnest. His hands gripping tightly at Nick's bony hips, sure to leave bruises.
"Oh, Nick. 'M not go--going to last much ... oh ... longer."
Nick groaned in reply, then gasped when Joe's hand wrapped around Nick's cock. Joe's hand gripping tightly as he slid his hand up and down in a fast pace.
Nick's hands gripped and twisted the bed covers as he came, moaning and gasping Joe's name. His body clenching down on Joe, which in turn caused him to come as well.
Joe's hand, which was still on Nick's hip, gripped tighter than before as his head hung down and he clenched his jaw. Quiet grunts coming from behind his closed mouth.
The two men calmed down, their bodies relaxing as they came down from their high. Nick leaned back onto the bed in a tired manner as Joe lay down too.
Nick instantly moved close to Joe, throwing a leg over Joe's, their fingers entwining with each others as their breathing mellowed out.
Joe brought their laced hands up and kissed their fingers before drifting off into a deep, content sleep.
---
"William, you had something to show me?"
"Yes, sir. These two," The man shoved two other men forward.
"Are betraying the church in the worst way." The Pastor started to look confused, but only until the man replied saying: "The worst way, sir."
The Pastor's look of confusion slowly turned into one of realization, then disgust. "They will be burned immediately. No trials. They do not deserve one."
The man nodded.
"When, sir?"
"Tonight."
---
Men, women and children rushed to the church, all just receiving news that there was to be an unplanned, but urgent, burning that night.
It was December 24th, most parents not wanting their children to witness such an event on such a night, however the Pastor had decreed that everyone attend. A group of dark-haired people looked around, searching for their missing family member.
Those people were soon stricken however, with realization that it was their loved ones being burned that night. Wondering what on Earth they could be guilty of, the family members moved forward, wanting to be able to hear the Pastor's words clearly.
The Pastor walked out of the church with a familiar scroll. He turned and unrolled the parchment, reading in a loud, commanding voice.
"We gather here today to witness the burning of two souls who chose to betray, not only the Church in all its Holiness, but the most important Rule of God as well. These souls, who have commited such acts of unmistakeable evil, shall pay for their sins. Let commence here, the cleansing of their earthly visage, so they may pay for their crimes as decreed by our Lord God.
"If there be any here who protest this punishment, let them be gone from here now, for God is merciful. The lawless here today are Joseph, and Nicholas Jonas. We will now light the cleansing fire and pray for the eternal damnation of these Godless."
While some did not know what was meant by "not only the Church in all its Holiness, but the most important rule of God", most did, including the family of the two men.
The dark-haired group gasped. The mother burst into tears as the father and brother simply looked like they were about to be burned as well.
The two black robed men tied the two lovers to the stake and lit the hay ablaze. They grabbed for each others hands, tears streaming down the curly-haired man's face as the heat started to envelope him.
The wavy-haired man shut his eyes as the flames scorched his feet. The two men held each others hands all throughout the burning.
Neither man made a sound as the black smoke, once again, spread upward and outward into the air. Signaling to all who had not attended that there had been yet another burning.
As Nick's body was burned mercilessly by the flames, he thought to himself: "We hoped for the day that we would be able to love each other without having to worry about the church. Well, I guess that day is today."