[[AU]] Homophobia
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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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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"Fuck you."
It's one of the sayings he picked up from Sands. It's so concise and fitting for this sort of situation. Normally, Jack would only say it to amuse his twin, but it seems right at the moment.
If Jack had even been remotely hard, he wouldn't be now. His balls feel as if they're trying to retreat into the safety of his ribcage.
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Language like that will get him nowhere.
The chair beside Jack is brought a bit in front of him. Saturday sits down. Jack can still see the monitors as Sat begins to touch him. Petting his hair again, stroking his cheek, and rubbing the pad of his thumb against Jack's lips.
"Who is the woman you live with? The one with the lips."
Bethany comes into the monitor now. She talks to Hunter for a bit and then uses her own key to get inside Jack's apartment. She had one made. Beth thought it better not to ask first.
She goes from tv to tv looking for Jack.
"Is that your wife? Are one of those rings for her?"
Saturday still has his back to the tvs and is asking about Pearl.
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"Eh? No. No, she's not m'wife."
It's true. She's as much or more to Jack than a wife. Still, he sees no reason to give Saturday any more information about anything than he has to. He doesn't want to see Pearl hurt as well. He's never been able to stomach seeing her hurt.
"None of m'rings are 'ers."
One is Hector's and one was stolen from Tia Dalma. Pearl, however, has some of Jack's beads.
He wonders where Bethany got the key. He hopes she and Hunter can find him.
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He watches Bethany standing with Hunter nearby and her cell phone to her ear. Then both of them go into another room to find said cell phone along with Jack's compass and weapons.
Saturday pulls the screens closer.
"Oops. The jig is up. Who is that one?"
He points to Bethany. He's seen her but hasn't yet figured out what she does.
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Jack looks over at Saturday. This question seems safe enough. There's not much the man can hurt him with or find out by knowing he has an assistant.
"Bethany. M'personal assistant."
He grins, smug and sure. Surely Sat hadn't counted on Jack having a clever personal assistant. No, this will be a definite wrench in the man's plans!
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No, he certainly didn't expect his filthy gay mark to have a PA. He's not entirely sure that Jack isn't fucking with him right now. But every time he's seen Bethany she's been looking very professional. He was thinking high class hooker. That alone was strange enough. But what hooker carried around a leather bound appointment book? No, PA fits.
"That's dash clever of you, old chap!"
Bethany is on her way to the ship with Jack's cell phone. First they see her scoot Hunter back out into the hallway and take a minute or two to look for a hiding spot for Jack's valuables. Now that Hunter knows they aren't on Jack's person, she doesn't know him well enough to leave them about.
Hunter is left out in the hallway, but now the giant looks less bored and more agitated. Saturday loses interest in this and pushes the screen away.
"Back to us."
He goes behind Jack and begins taking off the man's rings. The first time Jack tries to close his hand to stop it Saturday instantly breaks the man's pinky finger.
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And that's all Saturday gets to know about that. Jack has a PA and she was a gift from someone. He figures it will help keep this all interesting.
He glares heatedly when the screens are pushed away. Jack was watching that, even if Sat wasn't. He wants to know what Hunter does next. He wants to know if he gets back inside, or if Pearl shows up. Damn it, knowing it's right there and that he can't watch is maddening.
Of course, nothing distracts from a minor annoyance like having your smallest finger snapped like a twig. Jack shrieks and nearly topples the chair. It brings tears to his eyes.
"Augh...gods...Nnngh."
He hisses between his teeth and holds very still. It wasn't even an attempt to save the rings. It was just a reflex.
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The idea that this perverse prison of tortures is where Jack 'belongs' is sickening as well. Of course, that may be the pain of his broken finger making him ill. Jack looks at his array of rings. It takes a moment. His heart sinks. He thinks of keeping Hector's ring, but there's too much hate mixed with that old love. Instead he spits on Saturday.
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After a bit he moves anyway. Saturday moves the tray slightly and while the juice is running thick and heavy in him. His next moves are a quick attack.
He takes Jack's shirt and rips it clean down the center. The first time Saturday rapes Jack it's fast. He slaps the man lightly. Light is still enough to rock Jack's head back and daze him while Saturday releases him from the chair. He steers him by the hair- bending him down on the floor so his cheek is pressed hard against polished wood and his ass is up with his knees under him. Saturday jerks his trousers down.
By this time Saturday is ready weather Jack is or not. He shoves himself in going halfway just to avoid punching through Jack's guts. Pulls out and goes ball deep on the next thrust.
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He grunts as he's pushed face first into the floor. He tries like hell to relax his body for what's coming. The fear makes it almost impossible, though, as does the pain.
"Qu...Queer..."
He wheezes it out as his trousers are pulled down, whether Saturday hears him or not.
One small shout is choked upon when Sat shoves in, then Jack bites down on his lip and fights to keep silent.
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"No. This is what happens to queers."
But Jack has sort of won this round because now Saturday isn't sure he can cum. He thrusts more, decides to fistfuck Jack later, and pulls out. Jack doesn't play right at all. Just like Olivia. He got his dick in this one just as long too.
Before he can give Jack a beating for it he's distracted by the tattoos. Saturday smooths his hand up and down the skin there, impressed. Exotic little thing.
"Jack? Don't try to hurt my feelings. It ends badly for you."
He turns Jack onto his back and covers the pirate's mouth and nose with one hand making a tight seal and applying even pressure. Then watches.
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He's careful to keep Jack awake. Saturday even has the timing down now so he can only half pay attention without accidentally ending it early. Jack's boots are loud as they scrap and kick against the plastic covering the floor. It's simply the background music to their 'heavy petting' session. Saturday has a knee pressing down on the wadded up trousers still around Jack's thighs and is pressing down hard enough to knee the man in place.
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He gets hard with time, and is barely aware of it. He gets hard, but won't cum. Not without air.
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