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"I Want You."
Everyone arrives at Sam's house, and Jared goes into the back garden to receive a nasty surprise.
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Despite the fact that he was living alone, Sam's house was overly large; with four bedrooms, three bathrooms and a humongous garden. It was clear that he must have a high-income job, but what exactly? Jared stood in the corner in the lounge, wondering what he actually did for a living, maybe he led some secret life of drug dealing and prostitution, that’s how he could afford everything that he didn’t need. The materialism was what his so-called friend had seen in him, Shannon had figured this already, he didn’t care about that stuff, the guy had an alright personality, he was always one for a good time, so it didn’t matter.
"Make yourselves at home, guys. Throw your jackets down wherever." Sam smiled, acting like the perfect host to his house guests.
"Sam, Jared and I will be upstairs. We need to talk." Shannon said.
"Sure! Don't be too long, there are some people we'd like you to meet!"
After treading up the stairs and inspecting the hall, Shannon locked the white wooden door behind him as he entered Sam's bedroom, and sat cross legged on the four poster bed, his hands in his lap. Jared soon followed and made himself comfortable, kicking off his shiny new shoes and crossing his long, skinny legs. This was a big bed for a supposedly single man.
"So, what happened with you and Gerard earlier?"
Jared sighed and rolled his eyes, ready to tell the story. He didn’t really want to tell it, there wasn’t any need to. He was fine, or that’s what he believed. Gerard had been very rude and disrespectful, when he had treated him with nothing but kindness and compassion. He took a plump pillow from the end of the bed and hugged it a little, holding it to his chest.
"I was talking about rehab so Gerard started calling me an arrogant prick... he got angry that Frank told him to sort out his drug problem and started taking his anger out on me. He was just… shouting."
"Bastard."
"He didn't upset me. He just-"
Jared would never tell the truth about how he actually felt. His feelings didn’t matter to him, and he thought they didn’t matter to anyone else. Shannon was better off without him, and he was only dragging him down. Shannon had Tomo; they loved each other, so as far as Jared was concerned, he wasn’t important, he was more of a third wheel than anything.
"Of course he upset you. I know when you're upset and-"
"He just hit a nerve, that's all. I was fine."
"Are you sure?" Shannon asked, concerned for his brother.
Jared nodded, folding his arms over his chest. He knew he was okay, and he wasn't going to let Gerard Way ruin his night out with his brother. He was going to be sober, he was happy, he had something to live for, other than the drugs and the self-loathing.
"So, are you ready to get your drunk on?"
"No. You know I can't drink. I'm on medication, remember? The sleeping pills."
"Oh, shit! Yeah. You can be boring and have water." Shannon smiled.
Sam and his friends had invited some strippers to their party, they were tall, skinny and blonde. Jared had met then before, but he didn't know their names, although they had been introduced. He wasn't too good with names, but he knew that these girls weren't his type, and they weren't particularly nice, from what he had heard in the past.
"Come and join us!" Sam shouted, lifting up an emerald green bottle.
Jared shook his head, completely ignoring the fun of the party. He didn't want to associate with those people. With each drink, Shannon was getting clumsier and was acting even more stupid. He was flirting with one of the strippers, so Jared strolled outside, leaving Shannon to make a fool of himself. His brother was a total dick when he was drunk. It was a warm spring evening so there was no need to wrap up warm. He wouldn't get sore fingers from the bitter cold. Staring into the rippling waters of the swimming pool, he took deep breaths in and out. He was alone and it felt good. Everything was completely silent, with the occasional outburst of laughter coming from inside the house. Rustling came from some rose coloured hydrangea bushes behind him and he spun around quickly, to see what it was. Nothing.
"It's all in your head. There's no one there." He thought.
The bush rustled again and he ignored the sound. It must have been a bird or another animal stuck in the leaves and branches. He continued to stare into the pool, his hands in his pockets and his head bowed. Suddenly he felt a tight grip around his neck, starting to strangle him. He turned around to see a dozen cowlicks of shocking red hair. Gerard Way.
"Oh God... Gerard-"
"Miss me?"
"Not in a million years."
Gerard laughed cruelly as Jared backed away from him, closer to the edge of the pool. Any closer and he'd fall in. He wasn't sure what else to do... could he run back inside? No, he’d grab him and keep him there. There was no escape.
"Why do you always walk away from me? Are you scared of me?" He mocked.
Gerard's fists curled up into a ball, then he hit Jared as hard as hard as he could, knocking him to the floor. After this, he started to kick Jared repeatedly with his steel toed, black leather boots, making him curl up in a tight ball. He lit up a cigarette, the tip glowing bright red. After inhaling the smoke, he then blew out a cloud in Jared's face. He knew how much Jared hated it when people smoked near him or breathed smoke in his face. He hadn't finished the cigarette, but he didn't want it any longer, so he pressed the burning tip onto Jared's taut chest. He did this five or six times, making Jared wince in pain every time. He knew that a cigarette burned at 1292 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Fuck!" He cried, trying to fight back a little.
Jared had been burned once with a cigarette as a child, by one of his mother's friends that lived in their commune. It had left a nasty scar, which he hated and tried to cover up all the time. It wasn't like a normal burn, like the ones you get from touching a scalding hot saucepan, it was ten times worse. Gerard undid his belt quickly, then pulled down his black skinny jeans, then his boxer shorts. He did the same to Jared, who couldn't bring himself to look at what was happening. Gerard's cock had become hard from torturing Jared, making him suffer, imagining kissing him all over his perfect body and thinking about him naked.
"I want you." He whispered.
"Leave me alone!"
Gerard was ready. One hand was clamped over Jared's mouth to make sure his screams couldn't be heard and the other was binding his hands together; he didn't have any handcuffs.
"Help!" Jared shouted, only this was muffled.
"Don't make a single noise. If you do, I'll slit your throat."
Gerard started to force his cock inside Jared's tight asshole, this covered it in hot blood. He could tell that Jared had never had anal before, he was an amateur, a beginner. Every time he pushed his cock in and pulled it out, Jared squirmed, tears in his crystal blue eyes.
"That's it, you little bitch."
Gerard could feel the muscles in his asshole trying (but failing) to squeeze him out. His cock was now deep inside, surrounded by blood, shit and God knows what else.
"Don't resist me, Jared. This moment is making our reunion special."
Fucking him in the ass didn't satisfy Gerard enough. He could try and fist Jared and give him 'the spider' or make him suck his dick, then swallow his cum. He chose the second option, because he wanted to see him choke on his cock. He pulled out one last time, and took his hand away from Jared's mouth, then reminded him not to make any sounds. Next, he sat on Jared's chest, bending over his face, then shoved his bloodied cock into his mouth, putting in the first few inches. Jared's eyes opened even wider than before as he gagged on Gerard's length, crying and gasping for air. As Gerard gripped his neck, he felt a bulge; his cock lodged into Jared's throat. He groaned as he came inside Jared's mouth, a smug smile spread across his face. The cum tasted horrible and salty, which made him want to be sick.
"Swallow it." Gerard demanded, through grit teeth.
Jared did as he was told, while Gerard continued to groan. He needed to get away and quickly. He bit down on Gerard's dick, making him squeal a little, yet he still wouldn't stop. The bastard was persistent, and wouldn’t go away. There was nothing Jared could do now.
"It's a good thing that I like it rough, because if I didn't, you'd be dead by now."
He pushed his dick even further into Jared's throat, watching him gag and cough, then go completely limp and still. He must have passed out from the lack of air. However, his eyes were still wide open, surrounded by his beautiful, long eyelashes. Gerard smirked at him as he passed out, pulling his saliva covered cock out of Jared’s mouth.
"Oh, Jared... I don't want to do this to you, but you leave me with no choice."
Gerard pulled out a syringe from his pocket, filled with a cloudy liquid. Heroin. Taking a shoelace from his pocket, Gerard tied it around Jared’s arm, to find an injection point, bringing out the veins, ready for shooting up. The needle entered his arm, the drug rushing into his blood stream, leaving a little purple pin prick. He would be as high as a kite when he woke up.
"I will show you exactly what addiction is. I will make your life a misery. I'll see you soon."
He wiped the cum from Jared's mouth, then gave him a quick peck on the lips. He had to leave before someone found him. Shannon would rip him to pieces, the cops would find him and he would be in more trouble than imaginable. The time to leave was then.
Antoine walked outside for a cigarette, looking into the pool, when he noticed Jared lying on the floor, the moonlight shining on his pale body. Running over, he kneeled beside him, to check his pulse and see if he was breathing. There was a pulse, but he wasn't breathing. He had to go back inside to tell Shannon and get some help. Pushing his way through a beaded curtain and into the man’s lounge, he looked over to Shannon, slightly breathless.
"Guys, there's something wrong with Jared. He's not breathing."
"Make yourselves at home, guys. Throw your jackets down wherever." Sam smiled, acting like the perfect host to his house guests.
"Sam, Jared and I will be upstairs. We need to talk." Shannon said.
"Sure! Don't be too long, there are some people we'd like you to meet!"
After treading up the stairs and inspecting the hall, Shannon locked the white wooden door behind him as he entered Sam's bedroom, and sat cross legged on the four poster bed, his hands in his lap. Jared soon followed and made himself comfortable, kicking off his shiny new shoes and crossing his long, skinny legs. This was a big bed for a supposedly single man.
"So, what happened with you and Gerard earlier?"
Jared sighed and rolled his eyes, ready to tell the story. He didn’t really want to tell it, there wasn’t any need to. He was fine, or that’s what he believed. Gerard had been very rude and disrespectful, when he had treated him with nothing but kindness and compassion. He took a plump pillow from the end of the bed and hugged it a little, holding it to his chest.
"I was talking about rehab so Gerard started calling me an arrogant prick... he got angry that Frank told him to sort out his drug problem and started taking his anger out on me. He was just… shouting."
"Bastard."
"He didn't upset me. He just-"
Jared would never tell the truth about how he actually felt. His feelings didn’t matter to him, and he thought they didn’t matter to anyone else. Shannon was better off without him, and he was only dragging him down. Shannon had Tomo; they loved each other, so as far as Jared was concerned, he wasn’t important, he was more of a third wheel than anything.
"Of course he upset you. I know when you're upset and-"
"He just hit a nerve, that's all. I was fine."
"Are you sure?" Shannon asked, concerned for his brother.
Jared nodded, folding his arms over his chest. He knew he was okay, and he wasn't going to let Gerard Way ruin his night out with his brother. He was going to be sober, he was happy, he had something to live for, other than the drugs and the self-loathing.
"So, are you ready to get your drunk on?"
"No. You know I can't drink. I'm on medication, remember? The sleeping pills."
"Oh, shit! Yeah. You can be boring and have water." Shannon smiled.
Sam and his friends had invited some strippers to their party, they were tall, skinny and blonde. Jared had met then before, but he didn't know their names, although they had been introduced. He wasn't too good with names, but he knew that these girls weren't his type, and they weren't particularly nice, from what he had heard in the past.
"Come and join us!" Sam shouted, lifting up an emerald green bottle.
Jared shook his head, completely ignoring the fun of the party. He didn't want to associate with those people. With each drink, Shannon was getting clumsier and was acting even more stupid. He was flirting with one of the strippers, so Jared strolled outside, leaving Shannon to make a fool of himself. His brother was a total dick when he was drunk. It was a warm spring evening so there was no need to wrap up warm. He wouldn't get sore fingers from the bitter cold. Staring into the rippling waters of the swimming pool, he took deep breaths in and out. He was alone and it felt good. Everything was completely silent, with the occasional outburst of laughter coming from inside the house. Rustling came from some rose coloured hydrangea bushes behind him and he spun around quickly, to see what it was. Nothing.
"It's all in your head. There's no one there." He thought.
The bush rustled again and he ignored the sound. It must have been a bird or another animal stuck in the leaves and branches. He continued to stare into the pool, his hands in his pockets and his head bowed. Suddenly he felt a tight grip around his neck, starting to strangle him. He turned around to see a dozen cowlicks of shocking red hair. Gerard Way.
"Oh God... Gerard-"
"Miss me?"
"Not in a million years."
Gerard laughed cruelly as Jared backed away from him, closer to the edge of the pool. Any closer and he'd fall in. He wasn't sure what else to do... could he run back inside? No, he’d grab him and keep him there. There was no escape.
"Why do you always walk away from me? Are you scared of me?" He mocked.
Gerard's fists curled up into a ball, then he hit Jared as hard as hard as he could, knocking him to the floor. After this, he started to kick Jared repeatedly with his steel toed, black leather boots, making him curl up in a tight ball. He lit up a cigarette, the tip glowing bright red. After inhaling the smoke, he then blew out a cloud in Jared's face. He knew how much Jared hated it when people smoked near him or breathed smoke in his face. He hadn't finished the cigarette, but he didn't want it any longer, so he pressed the burning tip onto Jared's taut chest. He did this five or six times, making Jared wince in pain every time. He knew that a cigarette burned at 1292 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Fuck!" He cried, trying to fight back a little.
Jared had been burned once with a cigarette as a child, by one of his mother's friends that lived in their commune. It had left a nasty scar, which he hated and tried to cover up all the time. It wasn't like a normal burn, like the ones you get from touching a scalding hot saucepan, it was ten times worse. Gerard undid his belt quickly, then pulled down his black skinny jeans, then his boxer shorts. He did the same to Jared, who couldn't bring himself to look at what was happening. Gerard's cock had become hard from torturing Jared, making him suffer, imagining kissing him all over his perfect body and thinking about him naked.
"I want you." He whispered.
"Leave me alone!"
Gerard was ready. One hand was clamped over Jared's mouth to make sure his screams couldn't be heard and the other was binding his hands together; he didn't have any handcuffs.
"Help!" Jared shouted, only this was muffled.
"Don't make a single noise. If you do, I'll slit your throat."
Gerard started to force his cock inside Jared's tight asshole, this covered it in hot blood. He could tell that Jared had never had anal before, he was an amateur, a beginner. Every time he pushed his cock in and pulled it out, Jared squirmed, tears in his crystal blue eyes.
"That's it, you little bitch."
Gerard could feel the muscles in his asshole trying (but failing) to squeeze him out. His cock was now deep inside, surrounded by blood, shit and God knows what else.
"Don't resist me, Jared. This moment is making our reunion special."
Fucking him in the ass didn't satisfy Gerard enough. He could try and fist Jared and give him 'the spider' or make him suck his dick, then swallow his cum. He chose the second option, because he wanted to see him choke on his cock. He pulled out one last time, and took his hand away from Jared's mouth, then reminded him not to make any sounds. Next, he sat on Jared's chest, bending over his face, then shoved his bloodied cock into his mouth, putting in the first few inches. Jared's eyes opened even wider than before as he gagged on Gerard's length, crying and gasping for air. As Gerard gripped his neck, he felt a bulge; his cock lodged into Jared's throat. He groaned as he came inside Jared's mouth, a smug smile spread across his face. The cum tasted horrible and salty, which made him want to be sick.
"Swallow it." Gerard demanded, through grit teeth.
Jared did as he was told, while Gerard continued to groan. He needed to get away and quickly. He bit down on Gerard's dick, making him squeal a little, yet he still wouldn't stop. The bastard was persistent, and wouldn’t go away. There was nothing Jared could do now.
"It's a good thing that I like it rough, because if I didn't, you'd be dead by now."
He pushed his dick even further into Jared's throat, watching him gag and cough, then go completely limp and still. He must have passed out from the lack of air. However, his eyes were still wide open, surrounded by his beautiful, long eyelashes. Gerard smirked at him as he passed out, pulling his saliva covered cock out of Jared’s mouth.
"Oh, Jared... I don't want to do this to you, but you leave me with no choice."
Gerard pulled out a syringe from his pocket, filled with a cloudy liquid. Heroin. Taking a shoelace from his pocket, Gerard tied it around Jared’s arm, to find an injection point, bringing out the veins, ready for shooting up. The needle entered his arm, the drug rushing into his blood stream, leaving a little purple pin prick. He would be as high as a kite when he woke up.
"I will show you exactly what addiction is. I will make your life a misery. I'll see you soon."
He wiped the cum from Jared's mouth, then gave him a quick peck on the lips. He had to leave before someone found him. Shannon would rip him to pieces, the cops would find him and he would be in more trouble than imaginable. The time to leave was then.
Antoine walked outside for a cigarette, looking into the pool, when he noticed Jared lying on the floor, the moonlight shining on his pale body. Running over, he kneeled beside him, to check his pulse and see if he was breathing. There was a pulse, but he wasn't breathing. He had to go back inside to tell Shannon and get some help. Pushing his way through a beaded curtain and into the man’s lounge, he looked over to Shannon, slightly breathless.
"Guys, there's something wrong with Jared. He's not breathing."
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