Four Brothers
Title: Gone 14/15
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing, and mild slash
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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The kiss caught him by surprise, the intensity of it running through his body, down into his feet. Bobby gripped Jack's arms, his heart racing, the feel of Jack's slightly chapped lips pressing against his own...he took a shuddery breath as they parted again. Jack smiled and dipped his head to the side. Bobby took the moment to try and sort out just when he'd abandoned his beliefs and given in to what he wanted most.
Jack licked his lower lip, his eyes darting up to meet Bobby's intense gaze. "Don't," he said.
"Don't what?" Bobby croaked. His palms tingled and the urges, God, the urges he had.
"You got that look in your eyes, like you wanna run," Jack said. "Just don't...let it happen."
Bobby swallowed dryly. "I shouldn't have," he whispered. "God, I swore I never would and...And I did, and..."
"And we did," Jack said. "Wasn't so scary, was it?"
Bobby glared half heartedly at him. "Wiseass," he muttered. "Jack, I..."
Jack shook his head. "No," he said softly. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Bobby's neck, breathing his scent in. "Stop thinkin', you're gonna end up tweaking."
Bobby bit down on the inside of his cheek, a shiver coursing through him at the feel of Jack's lips brushing over his neck. "We shouldn't..." he tried to say. Jack nipped his skin, his gloved hand sliding around Bobby's chest, the movement bringing them tightly together. Bobby groaned and pushed his hand through Jack's hair, tilting his head and meeting his lips in a fierce kiss.
Jack opened his mouth to the kiss, his eyes closing in happiness. Bobby held him close, the kisses growing more heated. When they parted, Bobby ran a shaky hand over Jack's lips. Jack kissed his palm, his eyes on Bobby's. "Home," he whispered, "One step at a time, Bobby."
Bobby nodded silently. The fears he had, they fell away slowly, thin layers peeled back. He blinked and fought back the instinctive urge that he had to push Jack away from him. He'd given in enough, tasted what he shouldn't have and the knowledge burned through him. Jack gave him a lopsided smile.
"It's ok," he said with a sage understanding of the fear in Bobby's eyes. "It's not wrong."
Bobby touched Jack's neck, feeling the smooth skin that was chilled from the cold. "Ma said that," he mumbled.
"She knew?" Jack blinked rapidly, startled by that.
Bobby nodded. "I came home drunk, ramblin' and confessing. I told her everything."
"So if she knew, and she was ok with it, why fight what you want?" Jack reasoned.
Bobby sighed and rubbed his thumb over the edge of Jack's neck, close to his collarbone. He wanted to mark him, bite down hard enough to leave a vivid bruise, his possessive side bleeding through. "I dunno," he said. "I just...never thought I could have what I wanted like that."
Jack tilted his head to the side, leaning into Bobby's touch. "Stop thinkin' so much then, Bobby," he whispered.
Bobby pulled his hand back and reached under his sweater, his open coat sliding back. He lifted his hand, Jack's rosary in his palm. Jack made a sound in his throat, his eyes on Bobby. "You...kept it."
"Of course I did," Bobby said gruffly. He held it out. "It's yours, Jackie. I held onto it in case you wanted it back."
Jack rested his hand over Bobby's, the familiar beads clinking together in his fingers. "Put it on me?"
Bobby undid the clasp and arranged the necklace around his neck, his mouth close, so close to Jack's skin. Jack rested his head to Bobby's shoulder, his arm snaking up to hold him there. "Thanks," he said quietly. "Take me home?"
Bobby pressed the lightest kiss to his neck and nodded. "Yeah," he said. He shifted back from Jack and started the car, his face flushed. He rubbed one hand over the fogged up windshield, grumbling. "Damn it."
Jack rolled his window down a little, letting some of the bitter cold winter air into the car. He chuckled and said nothing when Bobby looked at him, his fingers tracing the beads, one by one.
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It took the better part of two days for Bobby to look Jack in the eye after they got home from the grocery trip, nearly forty-eight hours until he walked past Jack in the kitchen, saw him stretching to reach for a box on the top shelf and before he could stop himself, he'd wrapped his arm around Jack's waist and tugged him close, stealing a kiss.
The very act left him feeling dizzy and the craving for more was terribly strong. Jack said nothing out of the ordinary, he let the kisses occur when they did, giving Bobby the chance to work through his urges. Each one gave him hope, something he held dearly to.
Jack sighed as he shrugged his coat on. It wasn't that he'd been expecting a huge change, not overnight. They were still dancing it seemed; only now Bobby would slip every so often, his urges too strong to be denied. He ran a hand through his carefully arranged hair and poked his head into the living room. "I'm goin' to the store, you want anything?"
Bobby looked up from the couch, his eyes wandering over Jack's face slowly. "Nah," he said. "You want company?"
"I don't need you to hold my hand for everything," Jack said evenly.
Bobby's lips quirked in an almost smile. He looked away from Jack, the words on his tongue fading. "If you aren't back in thirty minutes, I'm comin' for you."
Jack ignored the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah," he said. "See you." And with that, he left, tugging Bobby's gloves on as he walked out the front door. He breathed out, his breath fogging in front of him. He shivered and stuffed his gloved hands in his coat pockets as he walked across the snow covered lawn.
A figure stepped away from the telephone pole, his long coat bundled around his body. Jack approached the sidewalk warily, his unease growing. He glanced back at the house, wondering how long it would take Bobby to get to him if someone opened fire then.
"Ease up, Jack," the voice said, muffled from the coat hood.
Jack froze, the voice washing over him in an icy wave of dread. He closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling and exhaling shakily. "No..."
The hood was pulled back, a pair of eyes he would have recognized anywhere now visible to him. "Daniel..." Jack whispered. He gave the house a second glance, his heart beating hard and fast. "You...You need to go, you shouldn't be here, man."
Daniel looked at the house and nodded, "You goin' somewhere without your bodyguard, Jack?"
Jack glared at him. "Fuck off," he said reflexively. "Bobby won't hesitate y'know, he doesn't ask, he just acts."
"C'mon kid, I ain't gonna hurt you. Shit, don't you know that by now?" Daniel said irritably.
Jack's boots crunched over the snow as he walked to the somewhat cleared path that Daniel stood on. "At least get the hell out of his sight," he muttered, hurrying past the house.
Daniel followed him silently, listening intently while they walked. Jack slowed down once they were several houses away, shivering in the cold air. "Why're you here?" he asked.
"I don't really know," Daniel looked at Jack and then away, clearing his throat a little.
"You said...In the hospital," Jack struggled to find the right words. He blew out a breath and gestured to himself. "I'm fine, y'can see that. You said you wanted to be sure that I'm ok. Well I am ok. Me an' Bobby...we're fine."
Daniel said nothing and kept walking, his heavy black boots crunching through the thick snow. Jack growled under his breath and followed him. "Was I the first?" he asked.
Daniel stopped and looked at Jack, nearly eye to eye with him, a mere inch difference in their height. "First?" he echoed.
"Yeah, was I the first to live through that ordeal? You said there were others, other guys like me before," Jack fidgeted with his pockets, his nerves rattled.
"Lots," Daniel said. "Most didn't wind up as lucky as you. Some were traded to other guys, some just killed."
"Lucky me," Jack whispered bitterly. Daniel rubbed a gloved hand over his own head, his hat shifting back over his messy brown hair.
"Yeah, I'd say you were lucky," he shrugged slowly. "Victor liked you, man. He wanted t' keep you for himself. He never kept too many boys, jus' the young girls, but you, yeah he wanted you. And if that would've driven your Bobby over the edge, better for him then."
Jack shuddered, repulsed by the idea. "God..."
"Mhm, so yeah Jackie, you're one of the lucky ones," Daniel said. He kicked at the hard ground with the tip of his boot. "Where you off to?"
Jack blinked and looked at the ground, his stomach fluttering nervously. "Store," he said. "I need cigarettes."
Daniel nodded. He started walking again, Jack falling into step beside him. "Am I freakin' you out, kid?" he asked finally. Jack shook his head and stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets.
"I don't get it...You're here, you've been hangin' around the area, haven't you?" Jack hunched his shoulders. "Bobby said some guy was near the house the other night."
Daniel had the good sense to look chagrined. "Yeah, it was me," he said. "I came by the area, wanted to make sure everything was fine."
"You can't do that, man. He'll kill you, you don't even know," Jack sighed. "Bobby won't care if you never hurt me, he'll put a bullet in you outta spite."
"I ain't afraid of Bobby Mercer, jus' so it's clear," Daniel said flatly.
"You should be," Jack countered. "Those rumors, none of them are bullshit. Some exaggeration, sure, but Bobby likes it when people are scared of him."
Daniel reached out and gripped Jack's shoulder, stopping him. Jack held very still, his breath catching in his throat. Daniel swallowed hard, a look of confused misery on his face. "Jack..."
Jack raised his eyes, looking at Daniel closely. "What?"
"I...N-Nothin'," he said, dropping his hand quickly.
"Must be somethin'," Jack said. Daniel ran a hand over his mouth, his breathing uneven.
"I gotta go," he mumbled. A thought occurred to Jack, though he pushed it away hurriedly.
"Wait..."
Daniel paused, his dark eyes flitting over Jack's face, as if he was memorizing him. "You're right," he said. "I shouldn't be here, I never shoulda..."
Jack stepped forward, touching Daniel's hand, their gloves brushing together. "You know about me, about my...thing with Bobby. You know he'd never hurt me."
"Do I?" Daniel said. "I've seen shit, Jackie. What's it gonna take before he raises a hand t' you? You even sure he wants what you want?"
Jack backed away from him. "Fuck you!" he hissed. "You don't know shit about me. Look, jus' stop comin' around. I don't need this; I don't even wanna remember what I've been through."
"I...I'm sorry, Jack. I felt, shit I still feel this obligation, y'know, make sure you're safe an' all. You...You be careful and I'll see you around, a 'right?"
Jack felt a bolt of fear run through him at the sound of rapid footsteps coming up behind them. "Fuck..."
Daniel turned to the side, recognition in his eyes. Jack spun around, his eyes wide.
"Bobby..."
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Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing, and mild slash
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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The kiss caught him by surprise, the intensity of it running through his body, down into his feet. Bobby gripped Jack's arms, his heart racing, the feel of Jack's slightly chapped lips pressing against his own...he took a shuddery breath as they parted again. Jack smiled and dipped his head to the side. Bobby took the moment to try and sort out just when he'd abandoned his beliefs and given in to what he wanted most.
Jack licked his lower lip, his eyes darting up to meet Bobby's intense gaze. "Don't," he said.
"Don't what?" Bobby croaked. His palms tingled and the urges, God, the urges he had.
"You got that look in your eyes, like you wanna run," Jack said. "Just don't...let it happen."
Bobby swallowed dryly. "I shouldn't have," he whispered. "God, I swore I never would and...And I did, and..."
"And we did," Jack said. "Wasn't so scary, was it?"
Bobby glared half heartedly at him. "Wiseass," he muttered. "Jack, I..."
Jack shook his head. "No," he said softly. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Bobby's neck, breathing his scent in. "Stop thinkin', you're gonna end up tweaking."
Bobby bit down on the inside of his cheek, a shiver coursing through him at the feel of Jack's lips brushing over his neck. "We shouldn't..." he tried to say. Jack nipped his skin, his gloved hand sliding around Bobby's chest, the movement bringing them tightly together. Bobby groaned and pushed his hand through Jack's hair, tilting his head and meeting his lips in a fierce kiss.
Jack opened his mouth to the kiss, his eyes closing in happiness. Bobby held him close, the kisses growing more heated. When they parted, Bobby ran a shaky hand over Jack's lips. Jack kissed his palm, his eyes on Bobby's. "Home," he whispered, "One step at a time, Bobby."
Bobby nodded silently. The fears he had, they fell away slowly, thin layers peeled back. He blinked and fought back the instinctive urge that he had to push Jack away from him. He'd given in enough, tasted what he shouldn't have and the knowledge burned through him. Jack gave him a lopsided smile.
"It's ok," he said with a sage understanding of the fear in Bobby's eyes. "It's not wrong."
Bobby touched Jack's neck, feeling the smooth skin that was chilled from the cold. "Ma said that," he mumbled.
"She knew?" Jack blinked rapidly, startled by that.
Bobby nodded. "I came home drunk, ramblin' and confessing. I told her everything."
"So if she knew, and she was ok with it, why fight what you want?" Jack reasoned.
Bobby sighed and rubbed his thumb over the edge of Jack's neck, close to his collarbone. He wanted to mark him, bite down hard enough to leave a vivid bruise, his possessive side bleeding through. "I dunno," he said. "I just...never thought I could have what I wanted like that."
Jack tilted his head to the side, leaning into Bobby's touch. "Stop thinkin' so much then, Bobby," he whispered.
Bobby pulled his hand back and reached under his sweater, his open coat sliding back. He lifted his hand, Jack's rosary in his palm. Jack made a sound in his throat, his eyes on Bobby. "You...kept it."
"Of course I did," Bobby said gruffly. He held it out. "It's yours, Jackie. I held onto it in case you wanted it back."
Jack rested his hand over Bobby's, the familiar beads clinking together in his fingers. "Put it on me?"
Bobby undid the clasp and arranged the necklace around his neck, his mouth close, so close to Jack's skin. Jack rested his head to Bobby's shoulder, his arm snaking up to hold him there. "Thanks," he said quietly. "Take me home?"
Bobby pressed the lightest kiss to his neck and nodded. "Yeah," he said. He shifted back from Jack and started the car, his face flushed. He rubbed one hand over the fogged up windshield, grumbling. "Damn it."
Jack rolled his window down a little, letting some of the bitter cold winter air into the car. He chuckled and said nothing when Bobby looked at him, his fingers tracing the beads, one by one.
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It took the better part of two days for Bobby to look Jack in the eye after they got home from the grocery trip, nearly forty-eight hours until he walked past Jack in the kitchen, saw him stretching to reach for a box on the top shelf and before he could stop himself, he'd wrapped his arm around Jack's waist and tugged him close, stealing a kiss.
The very act left him feeling dizzy and the craving for more was terribly strong. Jack said nothing out of the ordinary, he let the kisses occur when they did, giving Bobby the chance to work through his urges. Each one gave him hope, something he held dearly to.
Jack sighed as he shrugged his coat on. It wasn't that he'd been expecting a huge change, not overnight. They were still dancing it seemed; only now Bobby would slip every so often, his urges too strong to be denied. He ran a hand through his carefully arranged hair and poked his head into the living room. "I'm goin' to the store, you want anything?"
Bobby looked up from the couch, his eyes wandering over Jack's face slowly. "Nah," he said. "You want company?"
"I don't need you to hold my hand for everything," Jack said evenly.
Bobby's lips quirked in an almost smile. He looked away from Jack, the words on his tongue fading. "If you aren't back in thirty minutes, I'm comin' for you."
Jack ignored the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah," he said. "See you." And with that, he left, tugging Bobby's gloves on as he walked out the front door. He breathed out, his breath fogging in front of him. He shivered and stuffed his gloved hands in his coat pockets as he walked across the snow covered lawn.
A figure stepped away from the telephone pole, his long coat bundled around his body. Jack approached the sidewalk warily, his unease growing. He glanced back at the house, wondering how long it would take Bobby to get to him if someone opened fire then.
"Ease up, Jack," the voice said, muffled from the coat hood.
Jack froze, the voice washing over him in an icy wave of dread. He closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling and exhaling shakily. "No..."
The hood was pulled back, a pair of eyes he would have recognized anywhere now visible to him. "Daniel..." Jack whispered. He gave the house a second glance, his heart beating hard and fast. "You...You need to go, you shouldn't be here, man."
Daniel looked at the house and nodded, "You goin' somewhere without your bodyguard, Jack?"
Jack glared at him. "Fuck off," he said reflexively. "Bobby won't hesitate y'know, he doesn't ask, he just acts."
"C'mon kid, I ain't gonna hurt you. Shit, don't you know that by now?" Daniel said irritably.
Jack's boots crunched over the snow as he walked to the somewhat cleared path that Daniel stood on. "At least get the hell out of his sight," he muttered, hurrying past the house.
Daniel followed him silently, listening intently while they walked. Jack slowed down once they were several houses away, shivering in the cold air. "Why're you here?" he asked.
"I don't really know," Daniel looked at Jack and then away, clearing his throat a little.
"You said...In the hospital," Jack struggled to find the right words. He blew out a breath and gestured to himself. "I'm fine, y'can see that. You said you wanted to be sure that I'm ok. Well I am ok. Me an' Bobby...we're fine."
Daniel said nothing and kept walking, his heavy black boots crunching through the thick snow. Jack growled under his breath and followed him. "Was I the first?" he asked.
Daniel stopped and looked at Jack, nearly eye to eye with him, a mere inch difference in their height. "First?" he echoed.
"Yeah, was I the first to live through that ordeal? You said there were others, other guys like me before," Jack fidgeted with his pockets, his nerves rattled.
"Lots," Daniel said. "Most didn't wind up as lucky as you. Some were traded to other guys, some just killed."
"Lucky me," Jack whispered bitterly. Daniel rubbed a gloved hand over his own head, his hat shifting back over his messy brown hair.
"Yeah, I'd say you were lucky," he shrugged slowly. "Victor liked you, man. He wanted t' keep you for himself. He never kept too many boys, jus' the young girls, but you, yeah he wanted you. And if that would've driven your Bobby over the edge, better for him then."
Jack shuddered, repulsed by the idea. "God..."
"Mhm, so yeah Jackie, you're one of the lucky ones," Daniel said. He kicked at the hard ground with the tip of his boot. "Where you off to?"
Jack blinked and looked at the ground, his stomach fluttering nervously. "Store," he said. "I need cigarettes."
Daniel nodded. He started walking again, Jack falling into step beside him. "Am I freakin' you out, kid?" he asked finally. Jack shook his head and stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets.
"I don't get it...You're here, you've been hangin' around the area, haven't you?" Jack hunched his shoulders. "Bobby said some guy was near the house the other night."
Daniel had the good sense to look chagrined. "Yeah, it was me," he said. "I came by the area, wanted to make sure everything was fine."
"You can't do that, man. He'll kill you, you don't even know," Jack sighed. "Bobby won't care if you never hurt me, he'll put a bullet in you outta spite."
"I ain't afraid of Bobby Mercer, jus' so it's clear," Daniel said flatly.
"You should be," Jack countered. "Those rumors, none of them are bullshit. Some exaggeration, sure, but Bobby likes it when people are scared of him."
Daniel reached out and gripped Jack's shoulder, stopping him. Jack held very still, his breath catching in his throat. Daniel swallowed hard, a look of confused misery on his face. "Jack..."
Jack raised his eyes, looking at Daniel closely. "What?"
"I...N-Nothin'," he said, dropping his hand quickly.
"Must be somethin'," Jack said. Daniel ran a hand over his mouth, his breathing uneven.
"I gotta go," he mumbled. A thought occurred to Jack, though he pushed it away hurriedly.
"Wait..."
Daniel paused, his dark eyes flitting over Jack's face, as if he was memorizing him. "You're right," he said. "I shouldn't be here, I never shoulda..."
Jack stepped forward, touching Daniel's hand, their gloves brushing together. "You know about me, about my...thing with Bobby. You know he'd never hurt me."
"Do I?" Daniel said. "I've seen shit, Jackie. What's it gonna take before he raises a hand t' you? You even sure he wants what you want?"
Jack backed away from him. "Fuck you!" he hissed. "You don't know shit about me. Look, jus' stop comin' around. I don't need this; I don't even wanna remember what I've been through."
"I...I'm sorry, Jack. I felt, shit I still feel this obligation, y'know, make sure you're safe an' all. You...You be careful and I'll see you around, a 'right?"
Jack felt a bolt of fear run through him at the sound of rapid footsteps coming up behind them. "Fuck..."
Daniel turned to the side, recognition in his eyes. Jack spun around, his eyes wide.
"Bobby..."
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