Taking Over Me - New Story
Okay as a few of you guys already know, I'm not continuing my other Fic "Doctors" I'm bored and upset with it at the moment. Maybe another time in the far furture, but not now. Now I'm working on a new story. Something a little more...out of my league.
Title: Taking Over Me (1)
Rating: Most Def. NC-17
Pairing: The obvious, Patrick and Peter.
Summary: Patrick always comes back after their normal blow-out, so Pete isn't worried. However, Pete is worried when it's three hours after the boy's normal curfew on fight night and his suspicions grow as a character from his past pays a visit.
Warnings: Blood. Cursing. Torture (mental and physical). Sexual themes.
Notes: I know that Pete hasn't ever publicly dated a Jackie to my knowledge..but I want to give all of the other rumored girls a break and just make up my own. So Jackie has like nothing to do with them at all.
Disclaimer: I do not own and this never happened. Wait, Jackie is mine and that is all :D
Pete knows Patrick will come back when he runs off, slamming the door behind him. Patrick always comes back, no matter how bad the situation between he and Pete becomes. Patrick doesn’t have the guts to actually make the guys worry about him; he’s just not that type of person.
So Pete doesn’t worry when Patrick doesn’t come back two hours later. This is normal. He’ll be back within the next two hours, if not three. It’s a weekly routine.
So Pete doesn’t worry when Patrick doesn’t come back two hours after the first two hour mark. It’s not a big deal. Patrick always runs back and cries into Pete’s arms as the older man sputters apologies from the deepest parts of his heart, and they fall asleep together. It’s almost not a complete week without a large blow-out.
So Pete isn’t worried one hour later when Patrick still hasn’t walked in the door. He just continues watching his movie and glancing at his clock every fifteen minutes. Five hours is the longest Patrick has stayed out without a call or message.
But Pete is worried when another hour passes and Patrick hasn’t called or walked in the front door crying hysterically yet. This is different. Pete doesn’t like different. Pete’s afraid of different. Pete despises different. In fact, he despises it so much that he lifts himself from his couch and practically runs to his phone, dialing the numbers he knows too well.
Ring…….
Ring……
Ring…..
Ring….
Ring…
“Hi you’ve reached Patrick. Apparently I’ve missed your call so please leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.”
Pete sighs and throws the phone down onto the floor, not even caring that the back fell off and the batteries sprung out across the room. Patrick was gone this time. Of course Pete shouldn’t worry, this is only the first time that Patrick’s been a little late. He should be home soon, right?
Flashback
“You’re seeing her again, aren’t you, Pete?” A very disoriented Patrick accused, pointing a finger in his boyfriend’s face while he tried to take calming breaths. “You’re seeing her behind my back and you think its okay don’t you?”
Taken off guard, Pete frowned and met the blonde’s gaze, horrified to find so much hate directed towards him.
“Who? What are you talking about, Patrick?”
Pete watched as his lover stumbled across the room, breathing so heavily that every exhale sounded like a grunt. It was an obvious sign the boy was trying to hold back tears.
“You were out with Jackie. I heard the whole phone conversation. Actually, I heard all of the conversations. Also, I saw you with her yesterday at the Coffee House. What are you doing with her, Pete? She’s an ex, I thought you were over this!”
Pete threw his hands up into the air and laughed, shaking his head.
“I do not believe this. I really don’t. I don’t see how you can accuse me of seeing her, Patrick! Yes I’ll admit to talking to her on the phone and getting together with her yesterday but I’m not dating her! That’s fucking ridiculous.”
Patrick was silent after Pete’s outburst. He felt his heart crack again just a little at the fact that Pete was trying to cover up what he’d done. Patrick hadn’t wanted to make this comment, but it had to be made now.
“I saw you kiss her. I saw you make the first move. I saw your tongue in her mouth. Don’t fucking lie to me.” The blonde threatened, feeling the tears building in his eyes.
Pete’s jaw dropped.
“Patrick…Patrick I don’t know what to say…”
Before letting Pete finish his apology, Patrick grabbed the nearest item to him, a remote, and chucked it at the man’s head. He was almost upset when Pete dodged it.
“Come on now, Trick! What’s wrong with you?” Pete yelled, picking up the dodged remote and holding it protectively at his side. Patrick never said a word, but flipped the bird in Pete’s direction and turned away towards the door.
Pete hadn’t felt this angry in a while.
“Don’t leave, Trick. This is something I can actually talk out with you. I’m sorry! Nothing will ever happen with Jackie again, I promise.” Pete heard the anger in his own voice, but he was trying as hard as he could to hold it back.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Pete. Just let me be; you have no clue how much I want to rip your fucking head off right now.” Patrick threatened.
The blonde turned towards the door and opened it, spinning on his heel in Pete’s direction to make another comment, but as he did so he found himself face to face with the same remote he’d chucked at Pete only moments before.
“Go fuck off and DIE, Pete!”
That was the last sentence uttered before Pete watched Patrick storm out of the house, nursing his left eye.
Pete had fallen asleep on the couch nearly two hours after he began to worry about Patrick’s late arrival. He intended on staying up the whole time until the blonde came back, but god warm soda and boring movies really did a toll on his body.
However, he quickly shot up from his position on the couch as he heard a car pull into the driveway. Pete wasn’t sure he remembered a time he’d moved so fast as he just did, from the couch to the window.
By now it was midnight and Pete couldn’t quite see if it was Patrick or not, but the car looked a good deal like his.
Good Pete thought, running a hand through his hair. Good, now we can make up and snuggle. My favorite.
It took a few moments before Patrick was able to find the right key. Pete listened to him jingle them around a bit before sticking the right one into the door. Once the door was open Pete prepared himself to fly into Patrick’s arms instead of the normal, but the person who walked in the door was surely not Patrick.
“Jackie?” Pete gasped.
The brunette girl simply smiled, letting the house keys fall to the floor. On her hands was a deep crimson liquid that Pete knew as blood. He took a few steps back and reached over for his phone. When he grasped the device, he cursed at himself for throwing it down earlier. The batteries weren’t connected.
“Hello Pete. I hear you and Patrick had another blow-out. Care to explain?”
As Jackie stepped closer, Pete could smell the odor of blood on her body. It was then he noticed that the blood wasn’t just on her hands, but all over her clothes and smudged on her face. His heart began to race in his chest.
Who’s blood that belonged to, he wasn’t quite sure, and he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know.
Thanks for reading. Worth another chapter?
Title: Taking Over Me (1)
Rating: Most Def. NC-17
Pairing: The obvious, Patrick and Peter.
Summary: Patrick always comes back after their normal blow-out, so Pete isn't worried. However, Pete is worried when it's three hours after the boy's normal curfew on fight night and his suspicions grow as a character from his past pays a visit.
Warnings: Blood. Cursing. Torture (mental and physical). Sexual themes.
Notes: I know that Pete hasn't ever publicly dated a Jackie to my knowledge..but I want to give all of the other rumored girls a break and just make up my own. So Jackie has like nothing to do with them at all.
Disclaimer: I do not own and this never happened. Wait, Jackie is mine and that is all :D
Pete knows Patrick will come back when he runs off, slamming the door behind him. Patrick always comes back, no matter how bad the situation between he and Pete becomes. Patrick doesn’t have the guts to actually make the guys worry about him; he’s just not that type of person.
So Pete doesn’t worry when Patrick doesn’t come back two hours later. This is normal. He’ll be back within the next two hours, if not three. It’s a weekly routine.
So Pete doesn’t worry when Patrick doesn’t come back two hours after the first two hour mark. It’s not a big deal. Patrick always runs back and cries into Pete’s arms as the older man sputters apologies from the deepest parts of his heart, and they fall asleep together. It’s almost not a complete week without a large blow-out.
So Pete isn’t worried one hour later when Patrick still hasn’t walked in the door. He just continues watching his movie and glancing at his clock every fifteen minutes. Five hours is the longest Patrick has stayed out without a call or message.
But Pete is worried when another hour passes and Patrick hasn’t called or walked in the front door crying hysterically yet. This is different. Pete doesn’t like different. Pete’s afraid of different. Pete despises different. In fact, he despises it so much that he lifts himself from his couch and practically runs to his phone, dialing the numbers he knows too well.
Ring…….
Ring……
Ring…..
Ring….
Ring…
“Hi you’ve reached Patrick. Apparently I’ve missed your call so please leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.”
Pete sighs and throws the phone down onto the floor, not even caring that the back fell off and the batteries sprung out across the room. Patrick was gone this time. Of course Pete shouldn’t worry, this is only the first time that Patrick’s been a little late. He should be home soon, right?
Flashback
“You’re seeing her again, aren’t you, Pete?” A very disoriented Patrick accused, pointing a finger in his boyfriend’s face while he tried to take calming breaths. “You’re seeing her behind my back and you think its okay don’t you?”
Taken off guard, Pete frowned and met the blonde’s gaze, horrified to find so much hate directed towards him.
“Who? What are you talking about, Patrick?”
Pete watched as his lover stumbled across the room, breathing so heavily that every exhale sounded like a grunt. It was an obvious sign the boy was trying to hold back tears.
“You were out with Jackie. I heard the whole phone conversation. Actually, I heard all of the conversations. Also, I saw you with her yesterday at the Coffee House. What are you doing with her, Pete? She’s an ex, I thought you were over this!”
Pete threw his hands up into the air and laughed, shaking his head.
“I do not believe this. I really don’t. I don’t see how you can accuse me of seeing her, Patrick! Yes I’ll admit to talking to her on the phone and getting together with her yesterday but I’m not dating her! That’s fucking ridiculous.”
Patrick was silent after Pete’s outburst. He felt his heart crack again just a little at the fact that Pete was trying to cover up what he’d done. Patrick hadn’t wanted to make this comment, but it had to be made now.
“I saw you kiss her. I saw you make the first move. I saw your tongue in her mouth. Don’t fucking lie to me.” The blonde threatened, feeling the tears building in his eyes.
Pete’s jaw dropped.
“Patrick…Patrick I don’t know what to say…”
Before letting Pete finish his apology, Patrick grabbed the nearest item to him, a remote, and chucked it at the man’s head. He was almost upset when Pete dodged it.
“Come on now, Trick! What’s wrong with you?” Pete yelled, picking up the dodged remote and holding it protectively at his side. Patrick never said a word, but flipped the bird in Pete’s direction and turned away towards the door.
Pete hadn’t felt this angry in a while.
“Don’t leave, Trick. This is something I can actually talk out with you. I’m sorry! Nothing will ever happen with Jackie again, I promise.” Pete heard the anger in his own voice, but he was trying as hard as he could to hold it back.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Pete. Just let me be; you have no clue how much I want to rip your fucking head off right now.” Patrick threatened.
The blonde turned towards the door and opened it, spinning on his heel in Pete’s direction to make another comment, but as he did so he found himself face to face with the same remote he’d chucked at Pete only moments before.
“Go fuck off and DIE, Pete!”
That was the last sentence uttered before Pete watched Patrick storm out of the house, nursing his left eye.
Pete had fallen asleep on the couch nearly two hours after he began to worry about Patrick’s late arrival. He intended on staying up the whole time until the blonde came back, but god warm soda and boring movies really did a toll on his body.
However, he quickly shot up from his position on the couch as he heard a car pull into the driveway. Pete wasn’t sure he remembered a time he’d moved so fast as he just did, from the couch to the window.
By now it was midnight and Pete couldn’t quite see if it was Patrick or not, but the car looked a good deal like his.
Good Pete thought, running a hand through his hair. Good, now we can make up and snuggle. My favorite.
It took a few moments before Patrick was able to find the right key. Pete listened to him jingle them around a bit before sticking the right one into the door. Once the door was open Pete prepared himself to fly into Patrick’s arms instead of the normal, but the person who walked in the door was surely not Patrick.
“Jackie?” Pete gasped.
The brunette girl simply smiled, letting the house keys fall to the floor. On her hands was a deep crimson liquid that Pete knew as blood. He took a few steps back and reached over for his phone. When he grasped the device, he cursed at himself for throwing it down earlier. The batteries weren’t connected.
“Hello Pete. I hear you and Patrick had another blow-out. Care to explain?”
As Jackie stepped closer, Pete could smell the odor of blood on her body. It was then he noticed that the blood wasn’t just on her hands, but all over her clothes and smudged on her face. His heart began to race in his chest.
Who’s blood that belonged to, he wasn’t quite sure, and he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know.
Thanks for reading. Worth another chapter?