Four Brothers
Title: Gone 2/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Movie: Four Brothers
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
Gone 1
xx
Bobby stood by the window of Jack's room, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Angel sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed softly. "Jerry's gone on home," he said.
Bobby grunted lowly, his face turned away from Angel. The darkness of the room shrouded them, a heavy silence in the air. Bobby rested his head to the cool windowpanes, his eyes landing on the lower sectioned roof ledge where he and Jack had escaped to many times over the years, their spot, their refuge.
"You gotta eat sometime, Bobby," Angel said after several minutes of silence.
Bobby glanced back at him over his shoulder, his lips thinned into a tight line. "Not hungry," he said.
Angel looked at him, his eyes solemn. "You're no good to Jackie if you don't got the strength to hold your gun up," he said calmly. "Eat."
"Stop fuckin' nagging me, Angel," Bobby snapped, though his anger was only half-hearted. He turned his head to face the window again, his shoulders tense. "He's out there. He's out there, an' someone's got him. If they..." he trailed off, swallowing hard. "If they hurt him..."
Angel stood and placed a tentative hand on Bobby's shoulder. When Bobby didn't shrug him off, he squeezed lightly. "We gonna find him," he vowed. "We'll bring him back and every last one of those fuckers is gonna be sorry they even thought of takin' him."
Bobby closed his eyes, guilt gnawing on his conscience. "Shoulda been watchin' him," he whispered. "I shoulda never let him leave that room."
"Don't...Don't do that to yourself, Bobby," Angel said gruffly. "Downstairs now, Sofi made some pasta stuff."
Bobby snorted and chuckled dryly. "She put the poison on my plate?" he asked as he allowed Angel to steer him away from the window. Angel rolled his eyes. "You gotta give that shit up sometime," he said. "We'd be eatin' a lotta fucking take-out if she wasn't around."
"The horror," Bobby drawled. He walked downstairs, his insides churning with worry.
xx
Jack lay on his side, shivering under the large, musty smelling blanket. One of the men from upstairs, still wearing a ski mask, brought him a bucket of water and a small container some hours later. He put both down near Jack silently, pulling the lid of the container as he eyed him.
"Hey," he said, nudging Jack with his foot. "Wake the fuck up, kid."
Jack tugged the blanket away from his face, a faint scowl on his face. "M'not a fuckin' kid," he grumbled.
The man snorted and pushed the container at him. "Y'are to me," he said. "Eat."
Jack looked at the food and then took the lukewarm container from him. "T-Thanks," he said softly.
The man nodded and pushed the bucket of water closer. "S'all you're gonna get for now, so you best eat it all," he said. He paced by the far wall, looking out the small window that was placed up near the ceiling.
"Why bother feedin' me then?" Jack asked between mouthfuls of the lumpy potatoes. He scooped them up with two fingers, uncaring of the dirt coating his skin. He truly was grateful for any chance to eat.
The man looked back at him, his eyes glittering in the dim light. "What?" he said sharply.
Jack swallowed quickly and licked his lips, his nerves jangling. "I...um...it's just, why feed me if you're just gonna...kill me?" he managed to ask.
"You don't wanna be fed?" the man snapped. Jack bit his lip, and clutched the container closer to his body, suddenly fearful of losing his meager food.
"I...sorry," he said, his eyes wide. The man resumed pacing. "Look, don't question it, alright?" he said. "I get my orders, I follow them. Eat."
Jack ate the rest of the potatoes slowly, and then the thin strips of turkey. He put the empty container down and looked over at the bucket of water. "Um..s'cuse me?" he said softly.
The man looked at him. "What now?" he asked impatiently.
Jack nodded to the bucket of water. "Can I have some?" he asked. The man sighed, frustration seeping through. "Oh for the love of..." he rubbed his neck.
Jack looked at the water and then at the floor. "Shit...right," he said. "Uh, may I?" he corrected himself.
The man looked at him. "Yes! I brought it down, didn't I?" he said. "Jesus fucking Christ...What's with you?"
Jack swallowed his reflexive comment and lifted the bucket. He took several small sips of the cool water before putting it back down. He curled up in a ball again with the blanket wrapped tightly around his body.
"Thank you," he said. The man shook his head and rubbed his forehead through the ski mask. "Yeah..." he said uncomfortably. He grabbed the container and snapped the lid back on, leaving the room then.
Jack shivered hard in the cold room, whispering feverish prayers into the blanket.
xx
Jerry sat on the couch, watching Angel and Bobby argue over a large selection of weapons. "So, what're you tellin' me, is that the guy claimed that Jack's in Victor Sweet's house?" he said.
Bobby nodded and finished filling the bullets into one gun chamber. He clicked it back into place and set it down on the table. "Good ol' Tommy didn't know much," he said. "But he gave us somethin' to start on."
Angel checked one gun, approval on his face at the style of the silencer. Jerry leaned forward and looked at the weapons uneasily. "Where'd y'all put the body?' he asked.
Bobby spared Jerry a quick glance. "In your backyard," he said flatly. "Where the fuck else, yeah?"
Angel chuckled softly and picked up the hunting rifle. "You think this shit is funny?!" Jerry demanded.
"The look on your face was," Angel said as he examined the rifle.
"Look, the less you know, the better you are, Jerry," Bobby said. "How 'bout you act like you're worried about Jack, more than what're we're doin' to get him back, huh? How 'bout that?"
"I am worried about Jack," Jerry said. "You got some fucking nerve actin' like I don't."
Bobby smiled slowly and lifted one gun off the table. "I tell you what," he said. "You give me the contacts that deal with Sweet, and I'll stop acting like I don't wanna punch the shit outta you right now."
"I don't....I can't even believe this shit," Jerry said. "You know this isn't my fault, Bobby. Victor Sweet does what he damn well wants, and there ain't nobody in this town who's gonna turn on him cause you got a vendetta."
"Not your fault," Bobby mocked him in a high voice. "Bullshit, you may not have started this, but Victor Sweet has your baby brother right now, Jerry! What's happenin' to Jack, huh? They beating him? Is he already dead or does he just fucking wish he was?!" he yelled, his face flushed with rage. "Stop thinkin' about yourself and think about him!"
"I am!" Jerry said angrily. "I gotta a family of my own, Bobby, I gotta think of keepin' them safe too."
Bobby stood up and stuffed a gun in his waistband. "Yeah? When Victor comes collectin' and takes that pretty wife of yours, or hey, maybe one of your girls, then is it a priority, Jerry? When he's fuckin' the shit outta your Camille in front of your kids? You think he's gonna stop with Jack?"
Angel stood then, his expression stony. "Alright, enough, Bobby," he said loudly. Jerry blinked back tears, one hand balled into a fist.
Bobby nodded and picked up his coat. He tugged a hat down over his hair and grabbed a second gun to join the first in his waistband. "Yeah, things look a whole lot different when it's someone who's everything to you, right Jerry?" he said.
"If Jack meant so much to you, why the fuck did you stay away so long?" Jerry said as he stood.
"I don't gotta explain nothin' to you," Bobby said, his eyes flickering darkly, pain deep in them.
"Enough of this shit," Angel said. "Get us the list of contacts, Jerry. We got some stuff to do for now."
Jerry gritted his teeth and nodded. "Yeah," he said. Angel nodded as well. "Let's go," he said to Bobby as they left the room, Jerry standing next to the mass of guns, his head in his hands.
xx
Bobby lit a cigarette in the car as he steered with one hand. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette, his eyes narrowed as he drove. Angel looked out the window, his jaw set.
"I ain't apologizing, if that's what you're thinking," Bobby said, blowing a stream of smoke from his mouth out the window beside him.
Angel made a soft sound, his lips twitching. "Don't expect anythin' better outta Bobby Mercer," he said.
Bobby snorted and flicked the ash from his cigarette. "He needs to know that this ain't gonna go sunny up just cause he did the 'right' thing," he said. "He may not have done business with Sweet, but now we're all payin' for what's happened."
Angel nodded silently. "Where to first?" he asked. Bobby took another long drag from his cigarette. "That guy me an' Jack talked to, that city official fucker, Douglas. He said it was Victor Sweet that ordered Jerry shut down. I figure that fat, piece of shit oughta know where Sweet goes during the day."
"That's your plan?" Angel asked him. Bobby shot him an irritated look. "You got somethin' better?" he said.
"What about his house?" Angel said. "We get that, show on up and what?"
"We're not gonna show up and ring his fucking doorbell," Bobby said impatiently. He finished his cigarette in three quick puffs. He flicked it out the window and blew a stream of smoke out steadily. "I wanna know where he is durin' the day, I wanna know who's keepin' an eye out for Jack."
"You think Douglas'll talk?" Angel asked. Bobby smiled, cold delight on his face.
"Yeah, he'll talk alright," he said. "He talked last time too."
xx
Bobby leaned back against the car, his face set in a mask of concentration. "He's fuckin' dead?" he said, the urge to laugh hysterically bubbling up in his chest. "He's fuckin' dead, of course, shit why wouldn't he be?"
Angel looked around the area nearby. "We gotta get the address from Jerry, check out his place," he said.
"I wish I could say I'm surprised that Sweet wasted that sack of shit," Bobby mused darkly. "One less councilman in his pocket now. Won't be long before he's got some other sorry ass grovelin' to him."
He stood up straight and got in his car. "I need those contacts," he said. "The longer we wait, the worse off Jack's gonna be."
Angel got in as well, thinking fast. "We go now and check the place, we might see what kinda security he's running," he said.
Bobby nodded as he started the engine. He closed his eyes for a moment and struggled with the images his mind produced. "Let's go," he said raggedly.
xx
Jack slept on and off, slipping in and out of consciousness as he did so. The large man came down and sat in front of Jack, singing to himself. He pulled Jack onto his lap, treating him much like a living doll. Jack lay perfectly still on his lap, his chest hitching in fright. The man smiled and ran his hand over Jack's hair, singing as he did so.
"Pretty baby Jackie, no cry now," he said, his thick fingers rubbing over Jack's cheek.
Jack closed his eyes, trembling harder then. "Be good, baby boy," the man cooed, his hand running over Jack's bare chest, marveling over the ink on his skin. "Pretty..."
The door opened at the top of the stairs, muted light spilling in. "Put him down!" a voice said. Jack lifted his head, his heart hammering in his chest. "Bobby?" he whispered.
The large man frowned and lifted Jack off his lap. "Mine," he said. The man from before, his ski mask firmly in place, sighed. "No, he's not yours," he said. "Go upstairs now, go on! Go get your lunch."
Jack hit the ground with a thud as the large man dropped him, excitedly hurrying up the stairs. He clutched his head and whimpered, shaking from the cold air. The smaller man moved over to him, his eyes dark. Jack looked up and cried out, skittering away from him.
"No...Fuck, just leave me alone if you're not gonna kill me," he shouted, reaching for the blanket. The man pushed another small container at Jack silently.
"Shut up and eat," he said coldly. "You're lucky I'm even feeding you."
"Lucky?" Jack spat furiously. "I'm lucky? You don't know shit about me! I get fucking kidnapped from my house, dragged here, practically molested by Dudley the fucking giant, and I'm s'posed to be grateful? Fuck you!" he screamed, shaking with rage.
The man crossed the room and slapped his face hard, sending Jack crashing to the ground. "Yeah?" he said, pushing one foot down hard on Jack's bare chest. "How 'bout I bring you upstairs and you can be passed around to the other guys? You got a real pretty mouth there, real soft lips, I'm sure you've sucked cock before."
Jack's face turned bright red, tears of shame leaking from his eyes. "Fuck you," he said weakly.
The man sneered and pushed him down harder. "I'm doing you as serious favor right now by keeping you down here," he said. "Unless you wanna be Sweet's new fucktoy, you'd better start showin' a little respect."
Jack closed his eyes, choked sobs catching in his throat. "M'sorry," he pleaded, caught in a memory. "I'll be good...I'll be good." He shuddered, relaxing under the man's grip.
He stepped off of Jack's chest, sighing. "Relax Kid, I ain't gonna bring you up there," he said.
Jack rolled onto his side, shaking hard. "Why am I even here?" he whispered.
"Leverage," the man said shortly. "Eat," he added, pushing the container at him.
Jack took it with mumbled thanks and ate quickly, his head still ringing with pain. The man watched him eat before offering him another blanket. Jack looked up at him, blinking back more tears.
"This one's thicker, take it," he said. Jack nodded and curled up once more, his jeans filthy but at least helping to keep his legs warm. He tucked the blankets under his chin, watching the man.
"I....I can, if you want," he said in a small voice.
The man blinked and scowled. "Can what?" he asked, stepping closer to Jack.
"T-Thank you properly," Jack said. He lowered his eyes to the floor, his pink tongue darting out to moisten his dry lips. "I...Its fine."
The man stared at him. "What..." he started to say. Realization dawned on him. He shook his head tiredly. "No, fuck's sake, go lay down already."
Jack looked distraught. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Cause I can, and...And I don't mind, honest."
"No!" the man shouted, his mouth curling in disgust. "Christ, kid. If that's what I wanted, I'd go find some whore to do it for me. Lie down and shut up."
Jack did so, the new blanket warming him slightly. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep again, his head and cheek throbbing with pain every now and then.
xx
Author: veiledndarkness
Movie: Four Brothers
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
Gone 1
xx
Bobby stood by the window of Jack's room, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Angel sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed softly. "Jerry's gone on home," he said.
Bobby grunted lowly, his face turned away from Angel. The darkness of the room shrouded them, a heavy silence in the air. Bobby rested his head to the cool windowpanes, his eyes landing on the lower sectioned roof ledge where he and Jack had escaped to many times over the years, their spot, their refuge.
"You gotta eat sometime, Bobby," Angel said after several minutes of silence.
Bobby glanced back at him over his shoulder, his lips thinned into a tight line. "Not hungry," he said.
Angel looked at him, his eyes solemn. "You're no good to Jackie if you don't got the strength to hold your gun up," he said calmly. "Eat."
"Stop fuckin' nagging me, Angel," Bobby snapped, though his anger was only half-hearted. He turned his head to face the window again, his shoulders tense. "He's out there. He's out there, an' someone's got him. If they..." he trailed off, swallowing hard. "If they hurt him..."
Angel stood and placed a tentative hand on Bobby's shoulder. When Bobby didn't shrug him off, he squeezed lightly. "We gonna find him," he vowed. "We'll bring him back and every last one of those fuckers is gonna be sorry they even thought of takin' him."
Bobby closed his eyes, guilt gnawing on his conscience. "Shoulda been watchin' him," he whispered. "I shoulda never let him leave that room."
"Don't...Don't do that to yourself, Bobby," Angel said gruffly. "Downstairs now, Sofi made some pasta stuff."
Bobby snorted and chuckled dryly. "She put the poison on my plate?" he asked as he allowed Angel to steer him away from the window. Angel rolled his eyes. "You gotta give that shit up sometime," he said. "We'd be eatin' a lotta fucking take-out if she wasn't around."
"The horror," Bobby drawled. He walked downstairs, his insides churning with worry.
xx
Jack lay on his side, shivering under the large, musty smelling blanket. One of the men from upstairs, still wearing a ski mask, brought him a bucket of water and a small container some hours later. He put both down near Jack silently, pulling the lid of the container as he eyed him.
"Hey," he said, nudging Jack with his foot. "Wake the fuck up, kid."
Jack tugged the blanket away from his face, a faint scowl on his face. "M'not a fuckin' kid," he grumbled.
The man snorted and pushed the container at him. "Y'are to me," he said. "Eat."
Jack looked at the food and then took the lukewarm container from him. "T-Thanks," he said softly.
The man nodded and pushed the bucket of water closer. "S'all you're gonna get for now, so you best eat it all," he said. He paced by the far wall, looking out the small window that was placed up near the ceiling.
"Why bother feedin' me then?" Jack asked between mouthfuls of the lumpy potatoes. He scooped them up with two fingers, uncaring of the dirt coating his skin. He truly was grateful for any chance to eat.
The man looked back at him, his eyes glittering in the dim light. "What?" he said sharply.
Jack swallowed quickly and licked his lips, his nerves jangling. "I...um...it's just, why feed me if you're just gonna...kill me?" he managed to ask.
"You don't wanna be fed?" the man snapped. Jack bit his lip, and clutched the container closer to his body, suddenly fearful of losing his meager food.
"I...sorry," he said, his eyes wide. The man resumed pacing. "Look, don't question it, alright?" he said. "I get my orders, I follow them. Eat."
Jack ate the rest of the potatoes slowly, and then the thin strips of turkey. He put the empty container down and looked over at the bucket of water. "Um..s'cuse me?" he said softly.
The man looked at him. "What now?" he asked impatiently.
Jack nodded to the bucket of water. "Can I have some?" he asked. The man sighed, frustration seeping through. "Oh for the love of..." he rubbed his neck.
Jack looked at the water and then at the floor. "Shit...right," he said. "Uh, may I?" he corrected himself.
The man looked at him. "Yes! I brought it down, didn't I?" he said. "Jesus fucking Christ...What's with you?"
Jack swallowed his reflexive comment and lifted the bucket. He took several small sips of the cool water before putting it back down. He curled up in a ball again with the blanket wrapped tightly around his body.
"Thank you," he said. The man shook his head and rubbed his forehead through the ski mask. "Yeah..." he said uncomfortably. He grabbed the container and snapped the lid back on, leaving the room then.
Jack shivered hard in the cold room, whispering feverish prayers into the blanket.
xx
Jerry sat on the couch, watching Angel and Bobby argue over a large selection of weapons. "So, what're you tellin' me, is that the guy claimed that Jack's in Victor Sweet's house?" he said.
Bobby nodded and finished filling the bullets into one gun chamber. He clicked it back into place and set it down on the table. "Good ol' Tommy didn't know much," he said. "But he gave us somethin' to start on."
Angel checked one gun, approval on his face at the style of the silencer. Jerry leaned forward and looked at the weapons uneasily. "Where'd y'all put the body?' he asked.
Bobby spared Jerry a quick glance. "In your backyard," he said flatly. "Where the fuck else, yeah?"
Angel chuckled softly and picked up the hunting rifle. "You think this shit is funny?!" Jerry demanded.
"The look on your face was," Angel said as he examined the rifle.
"Look, the less you know, the better you are, Jerry," Bobby said. "How 'bout you act like you're worried about Jack, more than what're we're doin' to get him back, huh? How 'bout that?"
"I am worried about Jack," Jerry said. "You got some fucking nerve actin' like I don't."
Bobby smiled slowly and lifted one gun off the table. "I tell you what," he said. "You give me the contacts that deal with Sweet, and I'll stop acting like I don't wanna punch the shit outta you right now."
"I don't....I can't even believe this shit," Jerry said. "You know this isn't my fault, Bobby. Victor Sweet does what he damn well wants, and there ain't nobody in this town who's gonna turn on him cause you got a vendetta."
"Not your fault," Bobby mocked him in a high voice. "Bullshit, you may not have started this, but Victor Sweet has your baby brother right now, Jerry! What's happenin' to Jack, huh? They beating him? Is he already dead or does he just fucking wish he was?!" he yelled, his face flushed with rage. "Stop thinkin' about yourself and think about him!"
"I am!" Jerry said angrily. "I gotta a family of my own, Bobby, I gotta think of keepin' them safe too."
Bobby stood up and stuffed a gun in his waistband. "Yeah? When Victor comes collectin' and takes that pretty wife of yours, or hey, maybe one of your girls, then is it a priority, Jerry? When he's fuckin' the shit outta your Camille in front of your kids? You think he's gonna stop with Jack?"
Angel stood then, his expression stony. "Alright, enough, Bobby," he said loudly. Jerry blinked back tears, one hand balled into a fist.
Bobby nodded and picked up his coat. He tugged a hat down over his hair and grabbed a second gun to join the first in his waistband. "Yeah, things look a whole lot different when it's someone who's everything to you, right Jerry?" he said.
"If Jack meant so much to you, why the fuck did you stay away so long?" Jerry said as he stood.
"I don't gotta explain nothin' to you," Bobby said, his eyes flickering darkly, pain deep in them.
"Enough of this shit," Angel said. "Get us the list of contacts, Jerry. We got some stuff to do for now."
Jerry gritted his teeth and nodded. "Yeah," he said. Angel nodded as well. "Let's go," he said to Bobby as they left the room, Jerry standing next to the mass of guns, his head in his hands.
xx
Bobby lit a cigarette in the car as he steered with one hand. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette, his eyes narrowed as he drove. Angel looked out the window, his jaw set.
"I ain't apologizing, if that's what you're thinking," Bobby said, blowing a stream of smoke from his mouth out the window beside him.
Angel made a soft sound, his lips twitching. "Don't expect anythin' better outta Bobby Mercer," he said.
Bobby snorted and flicked the ash from his cigarette. "He needs to know that this ain't gonna go sunny up just cause he did the 'right' thing," he said. "He may not have done business with Sweet, but now we're all payin' for what's happened."
Angel nodded silently. "Where to first?" he asked. Bobby took another long drag from his cigarette. "That guy me an' Jack talked to, that city official fucker, Douglas. He said it was Victor Sweet that ordered Jerry shut down. I figure that fat, piece of shit oughta know where Sweet goes during the day."
"That's your plan?" Angel asked him. Bobby shot him an irritated look. "You got somethin' better?" he said.
"What about his house?" Angel said. "We get that, show on up and what?"
"We're not gonna show up and ring his fucking doorbell," Bobby said impatiently. He finished his cigarette in three quick puffs. He flicked it out the window and blew a stream of smoke out steadily. "I wanna know where he is durin' the day, I wanna know who's keepin' an eye out for Jack."
"You think Douglas'll talk?" Angel asked. Bobby smiled, cold delight on his face.
"Yeah, he'll talk alright," he said. "He talked last time too."
xx
Bobby leaned back against the car, his face set in a mask of concentration. "He's fuckin' dead?" he said, the urge to laugh hysterically bubbling up in his chest. "He's fuckin' dead, of course, shit why wouldn't he be?"
Angel looked around the area nearby. "We gotta get the address from Jerry, check out his place," he said.
"I wish I could say I'm surprised that Sweet wasted that sack of shit," Bobby mused darkly. "One less councilman in his pocket now. Won't be long before he's got some other sorry ass grovelin' to him."
He stood up straight and got in his car. "I need those contacts," he said. "The longer we wait, the worse off Jack's gonna be."
Angel got in as well, thinking fast. "We go now and check the place, we might see what kinda security he's running," he said.
Bobby nodded as he started the engine. He closed his eyes for a moment and struggled with the images his mind produced. "Let's go," he said raggedly.
xx
Jack slept on and off, slipping in and out of consciousness as he did so. The large man came down and sat in front of Jack, singing to himself. He pulled Jack onto his lap, treating him much like a living doll. Jack lay perfectly still on his lap, his chest hitching in fright. The man smiled and ran his hand over Jack's hair, singing as he did so.
"Pretty baby Jackie, no cry now," he said, his thick fingers rubbing over Jack's cheek.
Jack closed his eyes, trembling harder then. "Be good, baby boy," the man cooed, his hand running over Jack's bare chest, marveling over the ink on his skin. "Pretty..."
The door opened at the top of the stairs, muted light spilling in. "Put him down!" a voice said. Jack lifted his head, his heart hammering in his chest. "Bobby?" he whispered.
The large man frowned and lifted Jack off his lap. "Mine," he said. The man from before, his ski mask firmly in place, sighed. "No, he's not yours," he said. "Go upstairs now, go on! Go get your lunch."
Jack hit the ground with a thud as the large man dropped him, excitedly hurrying up the stairs. He clutched his head and whimpered, shaking from the cold air. The smaller man moved over to him, his eyes dark. Jack looked up and cried out, skittering away from him.
"No...Fuck, just leave me alone if you're not gonna kill me," he shouted, reaching for the blanket. The man pushed another small container at Jack silently.
"Shut up and eat," he said coldly. "You're lucky I'm even feeding you."
"Lucky?" Jack spat furiously. "I'm lucky? You don't know shit about me! I get fucking kidnapped from my house, dragged here, practically molested by Dudley the fucking giant, and I'm s'posed to be grateful? Fuck you!" he screamed, shaking with rage.
The man crossed the room and slapped his face hard, sending Jack crashing to the ground. "Yeah?" he said, pushing one foot down hard on Jack's bare chest. "How 'bout I bring you upstairs and you can be passed around to the other guys? You got a real pretty mouth there, real soft lips, I'm sure you've sucked cock before."
Jack's face turned bright red, tears of shame leaking from his eyes. "Fuck you," he said weakly.
The man sneered and pushed him down harder. "I'm doing you as serious favor right now by keeping you down here," he said. "Unless you wanna be Sweet's new fucktoy, you'd better start showin' a little respect."
Jack closed his eyes, choked sobs catching in his throat. "M'sorry," he pleaded, caught in a memory. "I'll be good...I'll be good." He shuddered, relaxing under the man's grip.
He stepped off of Jack's chest, sighing. "Relax Kid, I ain't gonna bring you up there," he said.
Jack rolled onto his side, shaking hard. "Why am I even here?" he whispered.
"Leverage," the man said shortly. "Eat," he added, pushing the container at him.
Jack took it with mumbled thanks and ate quickly, his head still ringing with pain. The man watched him eat before offering him another blanket. Jack looked up at him, blinking back more tears.
"This one's thicker, take it," he said. Jack nodded and curled up once more, his jeans filthy but at least helping to keep his legs warm. He tucked the blankets under his chin, watching the man.
"I....I can, if you want," he said in a small voice.
The man blinked and scowled. "Can what?" he asked, stepping closer to Jack.
"T-Thank you properly," Jack said. He lowered his eyes to the floor, his pink tongue darting out to moisten his dry lips. "I...Its fine."
The man stared at him. "What..." he started to say. Realization dawned on him. He shook his head tiredly. "No, fuck's sake, go lay down already."
Jack looked distraught. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Cause I can, and...And I don't mind, honest."
"No!" the man shouted, his mouth curling in disgust. "Christ, kid. If that's what I wanted, I'd go find some whore to do it for me. Lie down and shut up."
Jack did so, the new blanket warming him slightly. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep again, his head and cheek throbbing with pain every now and then.
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