Taking Over Me (2)
Title: Taking Over Me (2)
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. WARNING: From this chapter on, this story will be hard nc-17. Scenes of torture and sexual torture, along with a ton of blood follow this chapter. Sounds terrible, doesn't it? :P
Disclaimer: I do not own and this never happened. Wait, Jackie is mine and that is all :D
Chapter Two:
Patrick was terrified. Around him were dark walls splattered with a crimson color. Blood, obviously, because he watched as his own was thrown against three of the four walls earlier.
Patrick hadn’t been able to tell who the person was. Their face was covered with a dark cloth. All he knew was it was a girl. A girl had captured him and beaten him senseless. Patrick never felt so vulnerable.
That’s why he was pulling at the chains on his ankles. They were new. Brand new. This must have been a planned kidnapping. Patrick tried to shrug the thought out of his mind and concentrate on finding a way out of the situation. He was sitting in a puddle of his own blood and staring at the blood of others that were more than likely killed in this same room.
Hell, there were skeletons across the room. The sight made Patrick’s heart beat faster than it already was. At this rate, he was going to have a heart attack before the mysterious woman even returned.
God he wanted Pete right now. He wanted Pete so badly. He wanted to hold the man so tightly and never let go no matter the situation. He wanted to kiss him and love him up more than he’s ever done before in his life. He wanted to mend everything.
And now he was going to die.
“Pete,” the blonde choked out, spitting some blood from his mouth as he did so. His lips were swollen and bleeding into his mouth. That wasn’t the worst of it. He had a black eye, bite marks all over his neck which were still bleeding, and whip marks on his bare back that stung worse than any pain Patrick’s ever felt. “Pete, come save me. I’m sorry for everything…”
Nothing responded to Patrick but that of his own shaking voice.
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“I’m sure you’re just dying to know what I’m doing here, right Petey? I can see it in your eyes…” Jackie whispered, walking closer to Pete and running a hand down his face to his chest, leaving behind a smear of blood. “I’ll give you a hint, it has something to do with that Stumph kid.”
Pete’s eyes darkened at mention of Patrick’s name and he pulled back from Jackie’s touch, holding a threatening finger in her face.
“Don’t you fucking hurt him you crazy cunt! I swear to everything holy I will rip you to pieces if you hurt him!”
Jackie chuckled lightly and reached over, grabbing Pete’s collar and pulling him closer. She smashed their lips together for a few moments before he finally pulled away, spitting.
“You taste like him. What the fuck did you do to him?” Pete growled, curling his hands into fists. He was always told to never hit a girl, but now he might just have to make an exception.
“I didn’t do a thing to him, Petey. He came on to me, I promise. All we did was share a small, tender kiss. The same thing you did to me that caused his anger.”
By now, Pete could hear his heart beating in his ears because it was pumping so hard. Jackie wouldn’t dare touch Patrick…would she? Against his better judgment, Pete let out a growl and punched Jackie right into her left eye. She faltered and fell back against the front door, groaning.
“That’s it, Wentz. I was going to be nice to you, but fuck that!”
Pete saw her leap forward, so he moved as quickly as his feet would allow him, and ran into the kitchen. By the time he made it half way across the room, Jackie had taken another dive and tackled him against the floor. Pete wasn’t giving up, though. He began to throw aimless punches until he felt his fist connect with her face again and he scrambled to his feet, running to one of the kitchen drawers where he kept the knives.
“You’re making this harder than it has to be, Petey.”
Pete ignored Jackie’s ramblings and pulled out the largest knife he could find, spinning around sharply on the balls of his feet, pointing the knife at her chest.
“Tell me where Patrick is, right now!” Pete demanded, stepping closer.
Jackie rolled her eyes under knife-point and shook her head, pulling a small piece of paper out of her pocket.
“I’m not telling you where I have him, but I will give you this in hopes that you’ll believe me when I say he’s still alive and I’m the only one who can get him out. If I were you, I wouldn’t kill me for his sake.” Jackie replied, handing Pete the piece of paper. As soon as the paper touched his hands, he screamed and threw the knife down, almost hitting Jackie’s foot.
“What the hell did he do to deserve this?!” Pete screamed, pointing to the photograph he was just handed. It was of Patrick, bleeding from many open whip marks on his body and Jackie on top of him, biting his tongue with one side of her mouth, and her own tongue lapping up the blood from the other side. The look on his face was pure pain. Pete wanted to kill the bitch on the spot.
“Calm down, Petey. You might do something irrational and kill me. Remember, I’m the key to his survival. I’m the only one that can get him out of there. If you kill me, he’ll starve to death down where I have him because no one would ever find him even if you did call the police.”
Pete, losing his temper, lunged on top of Jackie and began beating her senseless with his fists until she was spitting blood from her mouth and bruising on her face. When she looked at Pete, her gaze was not pleasant.
“Pete, what makes you think I won’t kill him on the spot? I have the detonator with me. I’ll let the fucking venom in him and stop his heart from beating faster than you can even mutter his name from your cold lips. Don’t touch me again.” Jackie’s voice was firm and thunderous, and even though she was gasping in pain between most of the words, her point was made very clear.
Pete was crying at this point, letting free all of the tears he’s needed to let escape since his last fight with Patrick. He could barely see through his blurry eyes, let alone breathe from the sobs. His Patrick was in the worst situation ever. His Patrick could die at any moment, and his own actions would be responsible for that.
“What v-venom?” was all Pete could ask. He had a million questions buzzing around in his brain, but that was the easiest one to ask at the moment.
“It’s not technically a venom. I call it a venom because it’s my special weapon. Sodium Chloride. I stole it special for a situation like this. I want total control of you, Pete. Within a minute or two of injection his heart will stop beating forever. A few minutes after that, he’s officially dead. You don’t want to mess with me. Now come here.”
Defeated, Pete followed his instruction and walked over to Jackie, looking straight into her eyes.
“Please don’t hurt him anymore, Jackie. He didn’t do anything to you. He’s so precious and so innocent. Please, hear me out. Don’t hurt him. Do what you wish to me but let him go. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.”
“Shut up!”
Jackie pulled the older man closer to her and wrapped her hands around his neck, squeezing tightly.
“You’re coming with me whether you like it or not. To make sure you won’t struggle I’m going to knock you out, okay?”
Pete wanted to kick her, if only he had the strength. Of course it wasn’t okay! He tried to squirm best he could, but he realized quickly what lack of oxygen does to your body and just gave in. There was nothing he could do.
I’m coming, Trick. Don’t give up on me or yourself. I’ll be there for you, I promise.
Sorry the chapters are so short. They will get longer, I promise. As long as everyone keeps enjoying this, anyway.
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. WARNING: From this chapter on, this story will be hard nc-17. Scenes of torture and sexual torture, along with a ton of blood follow this chapter. Sounds terrible, doesn't it? :P
Disclaimer: I do not own and this never happened. Wait, Jackie is mine and that is all :D
Chapter Two:
Patrick was terrified. Around him were dark walls splattered with a crimson color. Blood, obviously, because he watched as his own was thrown against three of the four walls earlier.
Patrick hadn’t been able to tell who the person was. Their face was covered with a dark cloth. All he knew was it was a girl. A girl had captured him and beaten him senseless. Patrick never felt so vulnerable.
That’s why he was pulling at the chains on his ankles. They were new. Brand new. This must have been a planned kidnapping. Patrick tried to shrug the thought out of his mind and concentrate on finding a way out of the situation. He was sitting in a puddle of his own blood and staring at the blood of others that were more than likely killed in this same room.
Hell, there were skeletons across the room. The sight made Patrick’s heart beat faster than it already was. At this rate, he was going to have a heart attack before the mysterious woman even returned.
God he wanted Pete right now. He wanted Pete so badly. He wanted to hold the man so tightly and never let go no matter the situation. He wanted to kiss him and love him up more than he’s ever done before in his life. He wanted to mend everything.
And now he was going to die.
“Pete,” the blonde choked out, spitting some blood from his mouth as he did so. His lips were swollen and bleeding into his mouth. That wasn’t the worst of it. He had a black eye, bite marks all over his neck which were still bleeding, and whip marks on his bare back that stung worse than any pain Patrick’s ever felt. “Pete, come save me. I’m sorry for everything…”
Nothing responded to Patrick but that of his own shaking voice.
~
“I’m sure you’re just dying to know what I’m doing here, right Petey? I can see it in your eyes…” Jackie whispered, walking closer to Pete and running a hand down his face to his chest, leaving behind a smear of blood. “I’ll give you a hint, it has something to do with that Stumph kid.”
Pete’s eyes darkened at mention of Patrick’s name and he pulled back from Jackie’s touch, holding a threatening finger in her face.
“Don’t you fucking hurt him you crazy cunt! I swear to everything holy I will rip you to pieces if you hurt him!”
Jackie chuckled lightly and reached over, grabbing Pete’s collar and pulling him closer. She smashed their lips together for a few moments before he finally pulled away, spitting.
“You taste like him. What the fuck did you do to him?” Pete growled, curling his hands into fists. He was always told to never hit a girl, but now he might just have to make an exception.
“I didn’t do a thing to him, Petey. He came on to me, I promise. All we did was share a small, tender kiss. The same thing you did to me that caused his anger.”
By now, Pete could hear his heart beating in his ears because it was pumping so hard. Jackie wouldn’t dare touch Patrick…would she? Against his better judgment, Pete let out a growl and punched Jackie right into her left eye. She faltered and fell back against the front door, groaning.
“That’s it, Wentz. I was going to be nice to you, but fuck that!”
Pete saw her leap forward, so he moved as quickly as his feet would allow him, and ran into the kitchen. By the time he made it half way across the room, Jackie had taken another dive and tackled him against the floor. Pete wasn’t giving up, though. He began to throw aimless punches until he felt his fist connect with her face again and he scrambled to his feet, running to one of the kitchen drawers where he kept the knives.
“You’re making this harder than it has to be, Petey.”
Pete ignored Jackie’s ramblings and pulled out the largest knife he could find, spinning around sharply on the balls of his feet, pointing the knife at her chest.
“Tell me where Patrick is, right now!” Pete demanded, stepping closer.
Jackie rolled her eyes under knife-point and shook her head, pulling a small piece of paper out of her pocket.
“I’m not telling you where I have him, but I will give you this in hopes that you’ll believe me when I say he’s still alive and I’m the only one who can get him out. If I were you, I wouldn’t kill me for his sake.” Jackie replied, handing Pete the piece of paper. As soon as the paper touched his hands, he screamed and threw the knife down, almost hitting Jackie’s foot.
“What the hell did he do to deserve this?!” Pete screamed, pointing to the photograph he was just handed. It was of Patrick, bleeding from many open whip marks on his body and Jackie on top of him, biting his tongue with one side of her mouth, and her own tongue lapping up the blood from the other side. The look on his face was pure pain. Pete wanted to kill the bitch on the spot.
“Calm down, Petey. You might do something irrational and kill me. Remember, I’m the key to his survival. I’m the only one that can get him out of there. If you kill me, he’ll starve to death down where I have him because no one would ever find him even if you did call the police.”
Pete, losing his temper, lunged on top of Jackie and began beating her senseless with his fists until she was spitting blood from her mouth and bruising on her face. When she looked at Pete, her gaze was not pleasant.
“Pete, what makes you think I won’t kill him on the spot? I have the detonator with me. I’ll let the fucking venom in him and stop his heart from beating faster than you can even mutter his name from your cold lips. Don’t touch me again.” Jackie’s voice was firm and thunderous, and even though she was gasping in pain between most of the words, her point was made very clear.
Pete was crying at this point, letting free all of the tears he’s needed to let escape since his last fight with Patrick. He could barely see through his blurry eyes, let alone breathe from the sobs. His Patrick was in the worst situation ever. His Patrick could die at any moment, and his own actions would be responsible for that.
“What v-venom?” was all Pete could ask. He had a million questions buzzing around in his brain, but that was the easiest one to ask at the moment.
“It’s not technically a venom. I call it a venom because it’s my special weapon. Sodium Chloride. I stole it special for a situation like this. I want total control of you, Pete. Within a minute or two of injection his heart will stop beating forever. A few minutes after that, he’s officially dead. You don’t want to mess with me. Now come here.”
Defeated, Pete followed his instruction and walked over to Jackie, looking straight into her eyes.
“Please don’t hurt him anymore, Jackie. He didn’t do anything to you. He’s so precious and so innocent. Please, hear me out. Don’t hurt him. Do what you wish to me but let him go. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.”
“Shut up!”
Jackie pulled the older man closer to her and wrapped her hands around his neck, squeezing tightly.
“You’re coming with me whether you like it or not. To make sure you won’t struggle I’m going to knock you out, okay?”
Pete wanted to kick her, if only he had the strength. Of course it wasn’t okay! He tried to squirm best he could, but he realized quickly what lack of oxygen does to your body and just gave in. There was nothing he could do.
I’m coming, Trick. Don’t give up on me or yourself. I’ll be there for you, I promise.
Sorry the chapters are so short. They will get longer, I promise. As long as everyone keeps enjoying this, anyway.